#tfone x reader

[fanged-fanfics]

hi!!! I rlly rlly love all ur transformers one writings they're all so cute!!! if it's alright may I request tfo optimus prime with a Cybertronian s/o who has the personality of jinx from arcane?? just general hcs if that's cool!! thank you I hope you have a good day!!

☆ Ignite And Diffuse — Transformers One Optimus x Cybertronian!GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he first met you back as Orion, he found your eccentric energy to be refreshing. Something that could match his own impulsive ideas, you were a duo to be reckoned with across Iacon

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As Optimus, he became a little more wary of your actions. He had a lot to do, and having someone jumping around trying to cause chaos could be a huge problem. But he feels connected to you either way, your impulsive plans being a reminder of familiarity

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He finds himself slowly becoming a voice of reason between you two, to his great embarrassment when you point it out every time he pulls you back to safety

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He can't help but fall into old habits around you, following you into inane plans and absolutely crazy schemes that you both know won't really work. But, even if briefly, it makes him feel that free joy again that he'd been deeply missing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You've scared the frag out of him plenty of times by grabbing something potentially very dangerous and waving it around like a shiny new tool, and you find it very amusing to continously toss it out of his grip when he tries to grab it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At times, to keep you safe, he'll have to act firm and use his authority to keep you from acting out. He knows it likely won't work, but it does sometimes worry him to see a bot acting so careless

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You do occasionally clash. He wants to be different now, but you remind him that he doesn't have to become a completely different bot. You remind him of what it felt like to be Orion, when he tries to act like he's someone else

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus offers you a place in his personal army. Your ideas could prove helpful, a wildcard would be something no one could ever expect on the field, and he trusted you to carry this out with all his spark

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's quick to reel you back if you start wandering too far. Though he puts his care in you, he makes sure you never get too carried away. At the end of the day, he still wants you safe above all else

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The one time you jokingly handed him an explosion he panicked and managed to launch it yards away when he realized what it was. He then nearly lectured you all afternoon

[magicalbunbun]

D-16 rizz

D-16 that somehow swept y/n from thers feet~

[thatanonymouschocolate]

Me wanting Megatron and Optimus Prime to work things out and be friends again and getting that sweet precious D-16 back but me also wanting to make him so SO much worse

[i-starcreamed]

Hc's on how d-16 would give the smooches? Like the kind of smooches after a long day of mining, the first one? I'm craving this dork so bad.

D-16 HEADCANONS

aughhh I love him, sorry this is short

cybertronian!reader

Nonstop fluff

After a long day of mining, this poor bot is exhausted

I’m assuming you’re a miner too, so you’re both so relieved to finally spend some time together outside of work.

Since your sleep quarters offer no privacy, maybe you guys have a little secret meeting spot away from everyone else. Somewhere high up, where you look down and feel dizzy seeing the rest of the city life out and about. Or a hide out inside a vent or something, where the light only peeks through as slivers against your scratched up armor.

The two of you sit next to eachother as close as possible, preferably shoulder to shoulder. You take a moment to just exist.

D-16 immediately feels relaxed around you. He placed his servo on your furthest shoulder and holds you close. He leans down, placing a small kiss to your helm—then the side of your faceplate. They’re gentle, almost lazy.

If you lean in to catch his lips with yours, he’s gets all lovely dovey. Who could blame him? He missed you lots.

He doesn’t place an ounce of pressure on you, kissing you softly. He lets the kiss last a lot longer, he wants to experience this as long as possible.

Groggy D-16…

Wherever your little spot might be, you two WILL be cuddling.

Oh you’re feeling tired? Sore? He’s leaving gentle kisses along your whole frame. If you do the same for him, I swear he would PURR. Rumble? Cybertronian equivalent of purring idc

He’s just really soft and tired <3

[robolvrr]

Love your writing soooo much. Could you make some sfw headcanons (and nsfw) if youre okay with it of conjunx (tfone) d-16 with his femme conjunx??? Also what do you think would be his ideal partner? Maybe someone shy and sweet or someone bolder to contrast him?? Would he ever want a family?? Hes so sweet i love him i cant stop ranting about him😭🤍

déjà vu ☆‿⁠｡✷

[ requests: 3/11 ]

d-16 x fem!conjux headcanons

warnings: nsfw under cut!

realistically, you're both miners. there isn't a lot of fraternization on shifts.. though every once in awhile, you catch his optics and he peels through the crowd (and shoves orion, too busy making kissy-faces and calling out embarrassing memories he's sure to pummel him for sharing), making efforts to get to know you.

d-16 is strong. mentally, emotionally, even his physique, is quite literally built for his role in all aspects. he's appreciative if you take care in yours and share that competence.

isn't judgemental over frames. while he is actually pretty charming and easy to speak with, he's not used to attention and doesn't even stop to think of the possibility.

of course - that was before you, that is. and this tug at his spark, that makes him ignore the cycles of grief, anxiety, fatigue and instead want to earn a bit more from you than a simple hello.

conjux aren't unknown, just a foreign concept for many of the uncogged. especially miners, due to the natural risk with the job. many had died and understandably, few were actually willing to grow close for this very reason.

it's not as if he hasn't weighed the decisions. a part of him is frustrated you smile at him because then he can't forget how his servos shake when you do.

in between short conversations - "what do you think about megatronus?" - "yeah, orion is kind of a glitch, but he means the best." - "oh. so you.. don't have someone waiting for you?"s, it's so obvious he wants you.

when you talk, he leans against the wall, his expression soft. because as violent as he can be, as grouchy or prickly his vocals edge, he wants be soft for you.

elita just shakes her head. he does pick up heavier gear and material around you, puffing his chest. offers you spare energon cubes even though it's digging into his rations.

d-16's love language is touch. he doesn't like it much but he initiates and if you're allowed to instead? then the unspoken is obvious. he may be... stubborn, at first, admitting his feelings. his actions do the talking.

i think he'd do well with a combination - someone who isn't as pessimistic, someone who can still encourage his hope to continue to burn. a little bantering never hurt anyone and coupled with attraction.. well. he's not as irritated with it as one might think.

while he thinks the idea of sparklings is something he may like in the future, he doesn't want to put any risk when he's still so low on the totem pole. if you bring it in passing he tries not to jump you. because while it's clear you two are intertwined, the idea of a part of him connecting with you and creating something new makes him dangerously possessive.

nsfw.

the first time wasn't full interfacing.

you explored the ridges of his empty cogcase, watching him twitch and grunt watching your smaller digits flirt along the sensitive surface.

he makes a sound, some cross between a sharp hiss and a moan that slows you down.

"did i do something wrong dee? you're. you're looking at me kinda intense."

"ffff... just be careful."

"i-i am being careful!"

"hng.. shut it."

even though he wants to flip you right off, pin and yank open your modesty paneling, he wants this to be slow. he wants to take all the time you can afford, because he has no clue when he'll get it again.

that's why even in your fidgeted affections, he keeps still. looks at you in the dark with haunting yellows, two beams of sunlight in his stare that make your plating hot.

he huffs out, slick with lubricants and glad he hit the refreshers before being undone. his servo finds your back, trailing up and down before hooking at your hip.

"e-enough. your turn."

when he slips underneath you, prevents even the slightest suggestion of a wriggle, you have to bite back a whine.

"are you sure? i. i haven't —"

"sit. this? is mine. you are mine. let me show how good you can feel."

that'll do it. he can be commanding but that appears moreso in the berth. it rubs a smug part of his ego that half the time you do what he asks anyways, without even thinking to snark.

"you're so wet.. that's it. open up for me."

quickly your panels open, valve quivering. and his intake is right there, dermas teasing against the pulsing throb of your need. because you don't only want him, you think as his glossa starts to lick — you need him or you might just offline.

maybe in another universe, your lover is a poet. he croons up to you, intimate, filthy, all the praise he never dares to say in public.

you can't see him. but there's a smile you feel pressed up when he finds your exterior node, takes it between his dentae. you relax, only for his glossa — which is thicker than you imagined — eagerly sinks further inside you.

who knew your dee was such a romantic.

remember when i said he wouldn't want to make sparklings? well, he certainly doesn't fuck like that's the case. he can be rough but in a slow, hard and relentless way. his strokes are deep, he never pulls until every drop of transfluid is mixing with your own. he likes when he can pick you up, still your strong and valiant dee, nestled inside when he thrusts up into you.

there's a liiiittle toxicity. just a smidgen. he has a lot to work on himself and some of that is his passiveness. so sometimes, his stress comes rearing its ugly head, or his silent jealousy is starting to flare, which ends with you having to recalibrate your stability and try not to go into stasis while he works that off.

robolvrr 2024.

[quirekey]

Okay this might be a little emberassing but, can I request for orion pax with his femme s/o making out then they suddenly get caught by d-16.

EHEHE I LOVE THAT!! Also dw dude, I do weird and I don’t judge so pop off!

[ ORION PAX ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ orion pax x cybertronian!femme!reader ]

( I’ll just say the start starts off pretty… intense )

( It’s an extremely short and simple oneshot )

Orion grabbed you with one hand to the back of your head and one gripping on your waist, pressing your frame onto his. You looked up at his admirable, blue eyes, and chuckled. Orion looked into yours too, he looked so adorable with the glitter his optics contained. You both slowly leaned into each other, faces relaxed and-

“Guys, we’re lat…- Oh my Megatronus, WHY!?”

”D, it’s not what it looks like!”

”We were just..-“

“Just follow me after your… Session, we’re on shift.”

D16 pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He waved his hand so you two would follow from behind and left. D16 seemed flustered and embarrassed, forgetting you and Orion Pax were dating for a bit.

You and Orion just looked at each other and giggled. You gave him a tiny kiss on his nose and grabbed his hand, dragging him to D16’s direction.

[delectableworm]

"That's it... Lick them all clean for me, sweetspark." Sentinel whimpered as he tried his best to clean up the mess he had made on the floor. He was told not to overload while you step on his spike but someone didn't listen and make a mess.

"You got my pedes dirty. Do you have any idea how long it took for me to buff that? To think I went through all the trouble of getting dolled up for you only to be repaid like this." You tugged the leash in your servo that was connected to his pink collar. A flashy colour for a flashy mech with your designation on it in cursive to show who he belonged to. Sentinel whimpered when he tugged forward again and grunted at your pede that you had lifted to his face, glossy optics glaring at you but you only tugged harder. "Lick."

It was one order. One command and it had him getting back to work quickly like a miner mining for energon. He put his glossa to use, licking your pede clean before moving to another one that you had graciously lifted to make his work easy for a good job. He licked that one clean too before it left his face and growled when you patted his helm while cooing at him.

"Aww, such a good boy, Sentinel. Obeying my command like a good pup? Yes, you are. Yes, you are." You scratched behind his finials and under his chin in a gentle manner that got him to lean into the touch despite his coding screaming for him not to.

It was humiliating but if he wanted to keep his image as the greatest Prime, he might just have to suck it up. Speaking of which, he felt your servos pulled away as you leaned back on his throne with legs spread for him. He could see your spike standing tall, bobbing with each movement while you made yourself comfortable.

"Now," Another tug that made him stumble on his knees until his face neared the piece, "get back to work."

[gardens-light]

I've seen the Tamaran Reader asks, and now I keep thinking about a human reader who has the same abilities as Raven from Teen Titans. How would the TF One bots react to a Reader who is the offspring of Trigon? (Ravens Dad)

I've had a lot of fun writing the Tamaran headcanons, exploring how the TF One bots would react to someone with alien abilities and a powerful lineage. But adding in the dark magic and demonic heritage of Trigon? That takes things to a whole new level! "I can already imagine the mix of awe, fear, and curiosity they’d have—especially with how controlled (or not) the Reader is over their powers. Hope you enjoy these headcanons!

Transformers One x GN Demonic Reader Headcanons

Sentinel Prime

Sentinel first encounters you when his Cybertronian communications detected an anomaly within their very own planet, a strange ship crash-landing outside Iacon's borders.

Gathering his elite guards, expecting some kind of rouge invader within the old wreckage, which was cloaked in some kind of mystical energy- something that Cybertronian technology struggled to analyze.

But instead, he finds you- a hooded, quiet figure meditating within the ruins of your vessel. Barely reacting to the Prime's approach, only your glowing eyes flickering up at him. (A gaze that secretly unsettles him)

How your power radiates from your very presence, an unnatural, eerie force that Sentinel clearly didn't trust. His authoricating voice sent demands at you, his suspicion raising as you remained quiet. Only simply answering, "I am not your enemy."

Sentinel would be deeply conflicted about his attraction to you.

He obviously values logic, strength, and Cybertronian supremacy, and you're none of those things—an outsider, a being of magic, something he cannot categorize or control.

He’d deny his feelings at first, trying to keep his interactions purely diplomatic. But something about you intrigues him—your silent confidence, your ability to read his emotions before he even speaks.

The relationship would be tension-filled—arguments disguised as 'debates,' standing too close, eyes lingering too long. Eventually, his obsession wins out, and he gives in to the forbidden attraction.

He doesn’t fully understand your powers, and that frustrates him.

Despite himself, he enjoys the way you keep him on edge—how you challenge him, see past his arrogance, and forcing him to question himself.

The first time you use your dark energy, Sentinel instinctively raises his shield, bracing for impact. If you levitated debris, he’d bark, “What kind of sorcery is this?!” He would also try to rationalize your abilities as a form of science. (But deep down, it unsettles him.) His tactical mind would see the advantage of such abilities, though he’d never admit it.

Your relationship would be a constant push and pull—Sentinel struggling to maintain control, while you remain unshaken by his authority.

Starscream

Starscream finds you unconscious, drifting in space just outside of Cybertron's orbit, after escaping from an attack from your homeworld.

Initially, at first glance he thinks you're some lost, pathetic organic. Tempted to leave you to your fate- but it was something about the energy radiating from you made him hesitate. Bringing you to his hideout to the far outskirts of Iacon, among the rest of the High Guard that Sentinel Prime labeled as 'traitors'. Starscream studies you, couldn't help but be fascinated by the dark aura surrounding you.

When you waken, you immediately use your abilities to retrain him. Forcing the Seeker onto his knees, bounding his arms behind his back. Your calm voice only giving him one warning, "don't try anything."

Starscream simply laughs off your warning, gazing at you with his usual unbothered and cocky bravado. But secretly... he's shaken- not just by your power, but by how calm and composed you are, despite the situation.

Starscream adores the mystery that surrounds you.

He’s constantly trying to pry information out of you, wanting to know what you are, how your powers work, and what you fear.

At first, he sees you as a tool, someone with immense power he can manipulate to his advantage.

But over time, he becomes genuinely attached, fascinated by your calm, no-nonsense attitude—so different from his own dramatic nature.

The first time you'd levitates objects, his wings snap back in shock If you created portals or shields, he’d reel back in awe. Unlike Sentinel, Starscream wouldn’t fear your powers—he would be excited by them. “Such raw potential… if I had such power, I would have ruled Cybertron long ago…”

He would constantly test your limits, baiting you into displays of strength, trying to see if there’s a weakness.

He secretly tries to impress you, despite you already stating that you're never phased by his boasting. That infuriates him… and makes him more obsessed.

He’d be clingy in secret, never admitting how much he craves your presence.

Whenever you touch him gently, even just brushing his wing, Starscream's processor can't help but short-circuit a little. Causing a low purr to escape from his engine, (which certainly wasn't him enjoying your touch or anything.)

The relationship would be volatile yet deeply magnetic—filled with sarcastic banter, stolen moments, and Starscream’s desperate need to continuously prove himself to you.

B-127

While exploring Cybertron's wastelands, (you can't expect this mech to never secretly adventure to the surface, after experiencing it.) his scanners starts detecting an unknown energy signature, heading deeper into the ruins of Cybertron's forgotten past. Bee's optics widen, as he sees you simply levitating in deep meditation.

Of course, Bee couldn't contain his excitement and curiosity. Immediately rapidly asking a million questions, despite you answering with short and simple explanations. Bee somehow found comfort in your gentle, yet monotone voice.

He’d be adorably persistent, trying his best to make you open up about your powers, how they work and where you've came from. The first time you lift something with telekinesis, he gasps dramatically. “That. Was. Awesome! Do it again!” Bee wouldn't be scared at all—mainly excited and curious. He’d probably ask too many questions—“How does it work? Do you get tired? Can you lift me?”

Your friendship would be built on patience—you teaching him about meditative practices, while he taught you about Cybertronian culture. (At least his personal favourites of Cybertronian culture.)

Bee would always try to make you laugh, even when you insists you doesn’t need humor. But when you do actually laugh at one of his jokes, he freezes, then immediately melts into a happy mess.

The first time you touch his faceplates out of affection, his systems heat so hard that his optics flicker.

Your soft and intimate moments would be him offering you small trinkets, showing you his favorite spots on Cybertron, and playing music or singing something for you whenever you seemed stressed.

Your first kiss would be awkward but sweet—B-127 wouldn't quite understand of what to do, but would certainly be eager to try again and again.

Orion Pax

Peering through the many shelves within The Achieves, Orion spots you searching for information on civilizations. At first, he assumed you were just another scholar, but as he slowly approaches his optics widen once realizating you wasn't Cybertronian. Of course he's startled yet... intrigued.

Orion gives you a warm smile once your gazes met. "Are you... looking for something in particular? If so, I'm happy to help if you require some assistance. I'm Orion Pax, by the way."

You return his smile, hugging a book. And before you knew it, the pair of you spent hours discussing the intersection of history and mysticism.

You enjoyed Orion's thoughtful nature, while he couldn't help but be fascinated by your ancient knowledge and cryptic insights.

Orion would fall for your intellect before developing an emotional bond—drawn to your wisdom and unshakable presence. And when you use your abilities in front of him for the first time he's both awed and analytical.

*Your abilities... they defy all known science." Yet instead of fear, Orion would see the moment as a potential for knowledge and coexistence.

Romance would be a gentle and deeply emotional bond, built on trust and shared knowledge.

Orion would write to you as often as he could—letters filled with poetry and reflections on your conversations.

You'd both take care of the slow-burn relationship, you both may be hesitant to act on on your feelings until one quiet moment changes everything—a brush of hands, a long gaze, an unspoken understanding. The first time you touch his spark casing, Orion couldn't help from but shudder—not from fear, but from the overwhelming depth of your connection.

D16

You were originally a prisoner, Sentinel Prime accused you of being a threat against Cybertron and it's people (since you saw through his lies and refused to bow to his whim), and that your unknown powers was 'proof' of the dangers you could bring. D16 first lays optics on you as he tries to fix one of Orion's messes.

For a moment, D16 just sees you as another victim of oppression and decides to free you, expecting you to join his cause of freeing Iacon from Sentinel's rule.

"Unlike you, I am not a 'wanna-be' solider. My goal is to merely survive till I escape this strange planet." You coldly spoke, giving him a brief thankful gaze before leaving.

He can't help but frustrated- you're clearly a powerful being, someone who possesses the strength crush anyone with a wave of your hand, and yet you remaned... neutral? This would cause D16 to constantly challenge you, trying to understand you.

The first time you use your abilities, D16 watches intently, analyzing everything you can do in major detail. He wouldn't be scared nor see you as a tool, but someone who's quiet strength and wisdom should be greatly respected.

He would be intensely protective, claiming he doesn’t care, but always secretly ensuring your safety.

The arguments would be deep, philosophical debates about war, peace, and fate.

When you touch his faceplates softly, he tenses—unused to such gentle affection. A passionate, almost dangerous romance would ensure, a connection of raw and electric, built on mutual respect and challenges. D16 would never say "I love you", but you'd see his actions scream it—standing in front of you in battle, ensuring you never feel trapped.

[bnsni]

TO LIVE AND TO SERVE

part three

(sentinel.gn.miner.reader)warnings : mild nsfw!!

one, two, three

HE'S  a lot more quiet when he's alone.

You found him in the Thirteenth suite (where the Prime's statues were concocted in tribute to their deaths, as well as serving as the strategy room for military use).

He was by the round table, nursing a cup of energon while he stared blankly ahead, lost in the colorful blurs of the Iaconian lights that shone through the arched glass windows.Three bottles of engex littered the table. To your baffled confusion, you also counted around thirteen cups, possibly more, on the ground, scattered.

Ever since he gave you the proposition to serve him, you hadn't interacted with the Prime for a while, given he was busy with his 'responsibility' as Prime and the most you'd seen him was his figure pottering along the halls and in and out of rooms. At these times, you tucked yourself away into your room, reading a book or exploring the limited areas of the castle you were permitted to use. Any farther than that were gauranteed a violation. He'd take you back to the mines.

You didn't want that. 

But in regards to his behavior, this has gotten quite frequent, you notice. After every conference about his expeditions, or a trivial meeting for that matter, led him cooped up in the Thirteenth Suite.

He was different.

No grandiose gestures, no banter, no anything —none of that pretense you know holds up everytime a crowd cheers. Watching him change through the screen and in here,  disconcerting wasn't the word you'd exactly use to describe him. Unpredictable was better. There was nothing more dangerous than a mech with unpredictable motives. 

You didn't know which side you preferred.

" There you are." 

You blinked out of your stupor and found him swivelled towards you. He tipped his helm back with a smile, placing his cup down. "Where have you been?" 

You weren't sure whether to step into the room or not so you teetered by the doorway and tightened your servo into a fist. 

"Exploring, my liege." You say, cautious. 

"You're not hiding away from me, are you?" He mused. 

You glance to the exit. " No, sir. Not at all. Airachnid showed me around ...and lost my way.." 

" Happens all the time. You'll get used to it.." He chuckled and patted his thighs, which spreads out a little to expose his panel. You look away, digits digging deeper into your palm.

 He cocked a brow and leaned back with his elbows both on the handle. "Second thoughts?" 

You didn't meet his gaze as you neared, fixated on a particular spot on the statue of the Prime behind him. Megatronus's mask. The hollow optics peered down. As though watching.

"Not at all." You say.

He hunched forward and held your waist, servos engulfing the entirety of the width. His digits glides over the intricate lines on your stomach, pressing against sensitive regions before feeling up your shoulder with his palms.

With a push against your back, you fell deeper into his embrace, servos a tacl against his shouders. You thought back to the drone with the dent on his chassis, and the image of Sentinel plunging a servo through your abdomen, sparks igniting, energon spooling out, plagued your mind. 

A little, you shake. He was too busy pressing is face against the spot between your shoulder and neck to notice you froze. With every vent of his intake and every touch of his wet, sticky lips against your cheek, angex prickles your olfactory sensors. Down the shoulder, his servos glides over the curve of your aft then to your thighs and squeezes it.

"Get on my lap." He nudged your jaw with his nose, breathy and eager. 

You swallowed. "Yes, my liege." 

"Oh, call me sir." He scoffed and leaned back as you swung your legs over his thighs. "It's pretentious when you say that." 

You don't say ...

You kept quiet, opting to put your servos on his shoulder while he tucked you close against his chassis. The servo on your back cupped the nape of your neck before pulling you close and into a wet kiss. You tensed up. However, he wasn't detterd and eased your mouth open with his glossa, large and slick , prodding against your own. 

Megatronus was behind, peering down. Watching.

" Feels good, doesn't it?" He said between breaths, tilting forward to taste the back of your mouth, dentas grazing your lips and tongue. 

You didn't know what to say. There was nothing worth saying, only putting your focus to breathe and not wince at how deep his digits are digging into your sides at how forceful he was trying to pull your body close. You made a sound as he tipped you forward, knees pressing against his side as he chased your mouth. 

In the moment of reprieve when he let go of your lips, you said "It does, sir." 

And Sentinel was about to lean in when the words register. He paused, pulled away and stared at you for a moment before laughing incredulously and, unfortunately, very deeply. You've never seen him this amused by what you've said. You could only strain your jaw not to be bothered by his reaction and shook along the vibration of his chassis. 

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and optics, as though wiping off a tear. 

"You know I hate liars." Eventually, he says. " Especially when they go into detailed, detailed stories about how they're not..."

He leaned forward until his helm, through your viewpoint, was under Megatronus's and vividly vividly you had the feeling the surrounding statues were staring, hollow optics turned to one mech. 

Sentinel.

"Insanely ridiculous, don't you think?"

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

Codex of Quirks (TF!One Movie x Reader)

"[𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓] I don't understand you." "What do you mean?" "I'm not a Cybertronian like you guys. [𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐍]. I'm just a machine in the workforce. No one likes me because of how broken I am, like I'm not their kind." "Pfft! Don't listen to them! They don't get to tell you who you are!" "…Really?" "You're you! You're just a… uh…" "[��𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄] A unique bot in a wrong way?" "No! You're a Codex of Quirks!"

Ever since an explosive incident, you can't seem to recall what happened. All you know is that you stand out from everyone. However, a red and blue optimistic mech and a dark gray and black semi-pessimistic mech can help you with that!

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑:

THIS IS A FANFICTION OF THE TRANSFORMERS ONE MOVIE. I DO NOT OWN THE FRANCHISE AND CHARACTERS! I REPEAT, THIS IS A FANFICTION!

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, DROP IT IN THE ASKING INBOX ON MY ACCOUNT OR PUT IT IN THE COMMENT SECTION BELOW!

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Prologue Arc:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚄𝚙

Changes

Unveil to No Avail

𝙰𝚗 𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

Iacon 5000 Arc:

Into the Archives

Chased

Surface Arc:

TO BE ADDED

Return to Iacon Arc:

TO BE ADDED

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ High Guard, Sweet Stars — TFOne Starscream x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream is a very proud bot, that much is obvious if anyone spends even five minutes around him. Deeply scorned after being cast aside by Sentinel with the rest of the High Guard, he confided in you quite a lot. Which, more often than not, tended to take the form of intense ranting

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The second he establishes a position among the discarded Guards, he immediately establishes you as the Second In Command to him. He acts defensive whenever any try to throw slights your way, and will firmly reinforce your importance to any who forget

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He spoils you the best he can. There's not many resources they have now, but any bit of luck they come around, he tries to share the benefits with you before anyone else

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You're the only one he'll ask a second opinion for, everyone else gets their ideas struck down pretty immediately

"Maybe we could-"

"Agh, no, that won't work. My idea is best"

"Hmm, I think we could try it"

"I agree, it's a wonderful idea, sweetspark"

"....."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your relationship isn't really much of a secret to the rest of the Guard, Starscream tries his best to be coy but he's embarrassingly smitten with you, Shockwave and Soundwave make little comments to you about it almost all the time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His absolute favorite way to have you hang around is to have you share the throne he occupies with him. Absolutely adores when you sit in his lap or lean on him, he thinks it makes the both of you look so badass and powerful

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Always has his servos on you on some way, especially when walking together. He doesn't like the idea of the others roughing you up, so he's rather protective of you wherever you go together

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Talks to you quite a bit about how life is going to be so much better after Sentinel is defeated, he swears to get revenge for you and make Sentinel pay for casting you all aside. He promises to give you everything Cybertron has to offer when the tyrant is finally defeated

[magicalbunbun]

Sorry for not posting so much Now, hope you forgive me :]

Some y/n prime memes and small show in the lore.

[in1-nutshell]

Can we have Maxima and Rigel in the same universe? (Tf one)

Like imagine Rigel was the one with Orion rubbing off their chaotic energy to Maxima when she was a sparkling

How would she react to Rigel’s death?

Get ready for some Angst!

Hope you enjoy!

TF1 Maxima and Rigel

SFW, Platonic, Familial, ANGST, Mention of injury, Character death, Cybertronian reader

TF1

Orion and D-16 knew that Rigel could be unpredictable and random at times.

It showed in some of the shared antics they did.

A chaotic nature they shared with Orion.

But this… this defiantly took the 1st place prize of most random and out of the blue things they have done.

D-16 and Orion are staring at Rigel. Orion: “Rigel, buddy, what you got there?” Rigel is sitting down with a sparkling nibbling on their servo while their other servo had a couple energon cubes. Rigel: “I won a bet with Jazz and I got these cubes—” D-16: “The sparkling! Where did you get the sparkling!?” Rigel: “Oh! Maxima’s been around the mines, I just decided to take her home this time.” D-16: “You named her?!” Rigel: “Yeah, what you want me to call her ‘Buddy’?” Orion: “That’s not—do you even know how to take care of a sparkling?” Rigel: “Do you?” Orion and D-16 sigh. Rigel smiles slyly and passes Maxima to Orion. Orion: “Woah! Rigel!” Maxima looks at him for a minute before she starts giggling and pats his face plate. D-16 shot Rigel a accusing look. D-16: “You had this planned, didn’t you?” Rigel: “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now how about Uncle D gets a turn at holding Maxi!” D-16: “Don’t you—Orion!” D-16 quickly readjusts his hold on the giggling sparkling. She snuggles close to his chassis. D-16: “…Maybe this can work.” Rigel and Orion fist bump.

Even though Rigel was the one who found Maxima, they aren’t their parent.

At least the main parent.

They like to affectionately refer the trio as co-parents to little Maxima.

Though it’s clear to them and D-16 that Orion is the main parent, much to their dismay.

The two just seemed to click better than the others.

But they didn’t mind it too much.

With Orion being the main parent, D-16 made sure to at least drill in some common sense into the sparkling.

Then there was Rigel, instilling all their protective nature and chaotic nature into their niece.

Orion is getting back from his shift at the same time D-16 was. D-16: “Pax? What are you doing here?” Orion: “Getting back from work? What are you doing here? I thought you were watching Maxima?” D-16: “I thought you were!” Both pause for a second. Orion: “…Where’s Rigel?” Meanwhile up in Iacon… Maxima is on sparkling sling on Rigel’s chassis scaling a tall building. Maxima: “How much further Rigel?” Rigel finally stands on the ledge of the building. Rigel: “Here we are! Now, are you ready for some diving lessons Maxi?” Maxima shifts the makeshift goggles on her optics and gives them a thumbs up.

As Maxima grew older, she began to work with the others in the mines.

Rigel made sure that Maxima made a good impression on Elita One, something that surprised Orion and D-16.

Not that they were complaining.

It is also around this time that Rigel’s protective streak for Maxima increases.

They hated their niece having to work in the tighter tunnels of the mines, but given she was smaller, it was now part of the job.

Orion often teased his younger sibling for suddenly becoming overprotective, which Rigel would either shoot back and recall all his instances he went ‘Papa bear mode’ or just kicked him in the shin.

D-16 did tease too but not the way Orion did.

More of a good nature tease.

When Orion mentioned them participating in the Iacon 500, Rigel and D-16 immediately shot that idea down.

It just wasn’t realistic for them being cogless miners.

Rigel made sure to keep an extra close optic on their niece on the day of the race.

Maxima was becoming quite good at sneaking around, but Rigel was the master and always caught her in the act.

Both of them found seats in the arena.

Rigel was getting worried when they couldn’t find Orion or D-16 anywhere in the crowd.

They let out an involuntary yelp once they saw the two mech fall into the race.

The shock was quickly replaced by excitement as the two cheered hard for them.

Both winced when Orion and D-16 did not make it to the finish line.

Rigel noticed more guards coming around and opted to take Maxima back into the mines.

… Not before they were sent down to waste management to give Elita some crates.

Cue the three of them entering the train, finding Orion, D-16 and B127.

Everyone stopped fighting and running as soon as they saw the surface.

Maxima hugged both D-16 and Orion’s arms staring out in wonder.

Rigel slung both their arms around the mechs.

This was nice.

D-16: “Is it just me or is that getting closer…”   The group stares at the incoming mountain. Rigel: “NOPE!” They grab Maxima and follow B-127 in running away. B-127: “Hi! I’m B-127!” Rigel: “Rigel! And this is Maxima! Say high Maxi!” Maxima waves hello with a wide smile.

Rigel is the first to get launched off the train as the others follow.

It took D-16 and Orion to help get them unstuck from the ground.

Now on the way to find the Matrix.

Maxima and B-127 instantly clicked, being similar ages definitely helped.

Rigel also indulged in the yellow bots chatter.

Even offering him a ride on their shoulders when he was falling behind.

Finding the fallen Primes.

Rigel stayed by B-127 and Maxima’s sides holding onto their servos tightly.

The Prime’s didn’t deserve this…

Meeting Alpha Trion.

Finding out what happened to the Primes and Sentinel’s betrayal.

Rigel was spark broken at the news.

Maxima was seething alongside D-16.

It only increased once Alpha Trion told them that Sentinel had taken their cogs before they came online.

The older Prime gives them all cogs.

Maxima’s transformation made her the biggest bot in the group.

…And somehow Rigel only grew by a couple of inches…

Rigel was the first to try to transform going down the hill.

Rigel: “Hey I think I got it! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! CAN’T SEE! CAN’T SEE!” Their helm had tucked into their chassis. Maxima started jogging by their side. Maxima: “Hang on! I think I—PRIMUS BELOW! WHO TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS!?” Maxima’s helm was also tucked into her frame. Orion: “What—MY HEAD! WHERE’S MY HEAD!” Orion’s helm was shoved into his frame. Elita: “So having one brain cell is a family thing!?” Orion, Rigel, and Maxima: “Elita!” D-16: “Definitely!”

They all make it to the bottom of the hill and witness D-16 become a bit trigger happy and change in personality.

Maxima simply cheers him on and tries to climb on his back but is quickly reminded of her new height.

So, the youngling just hugged her uncle.

Rigel shares a worried look with Orion.

Something was up with their brother figure.

Hopefully it will be solved soon.

Timeskip to the High Guard…

B-127, Maxima and Rigel are geeking out on recognizing the members of the guard.

Rigel gets a bad feeling when they see D-16 start and provoke Starscream.

They yelp as the fight starts.

Maxima, while concerned, can’t help but cheer on her uncle.

Rigel quickly makes it to her side and pulls her close to Orion.

All three of them freeze seeing D-16 get a cannon.

All mirroring the same look of concern.

Maxima was the first to scream when the missiles from Arachnid’s army came in.

Rigel tells her to get to safety… which she promptly ignores and goes to help Orion.

They don’t know whether to claw their optics out of their face or feel pride.

…They needed to apologize so much to Orion after all this was over.

B-127, D-16, and Rigel get captured.

Maxima helps Elita locate Orion.

She hugs him tightly, some tears escaping her optics.

Maxima and Orion are both worried about everyone being captured.

The youngling and Elita make sure that the rest of the High Guard listen to Orion.

Meanwhile with Sentinel and the others…

Rigel was staring in fear at D-16 when he stood in front of Sentinel.

They quickly stood up too, hoping more would stand up against this tyrant.

No one did.

Sentinel pushes D-16 to the ground and takes out a laser.   Rigel: “D!” D-16: “Stay back Rigel!” They don’t. SLAM! Rigel head butts Sentinel in the chin and stands protectively over D-16. Sentinel wipes a bit of energon from his lip. Sentinel: “Little bit of fire in you huh?” Rigel just glares at him. Sentinel: “Stand aside miner.” Rigel: “Those years of sucking up to the Quintessons must have made you dumber than you look Sentinel. You are not touching any of my family as long as I function.” Sentinel: “That can be rearranged.” The Prime grabs their throat and tosses them across the room, his sword brandished. D-16 tries to get up, but several guards hold him down. D-16: “Rigel!” Rigel could see their frightened face in the reflection of the sword. They tried to move but they were too slow. SHINK! Rigel howls in pain as the sword pierced through their leg. Sentinel: “Stay here. I need to teach you friend a lesson.” Rigel tried to move but they yelped as the tear leaked energon. They could only stare in horror as Sentinel started brandishing D-16.

Incoming train, driven by a furious Maxima and Orion.

While Orion went for B-127 and D-16, Maxima went over to Rigel.

Her face was written in shock at the buried sword in their pede.

She yanked it out and carefully carried them away.

Orion spots Maxima carrying an injured Rigel. Orion: “Rigel! What happened!” Maxima: “I just found Sentinel’s sword in their pede.” D-16 carefully touches the wound making them flinch. D-16: “Which is why I’m taking care of Sentinel myself!” Orion: “Not right now D! Maxima, I need you and B with me.” Maxima: “But Rigel—” Rigel: “Will be okay.” Maxima: “But—” Rigel gives them a pained smirk. Rigel: “I still got functioning servos, a pede, and a helm. I think I’ll be okay. Go with him Maxi.” Maxima looks hesitant but eventually nods and follows Orion and B out of the tower. Rigel Shakingly stands up next to D-16 who looks a bit worried. D-16: “You need to get out of here Rigel. You’re hurt.” Rigel: “So, are you. Plus, do you think I’m going to leave you to have all the fun?” Rigel flashes their signature smirk as they ready their blaster. Rigel: “Ready to fire on a fake Prime?” D-16: “You have no idea.”

All three of them end up falling off the balcony and into the arena.

Rigel manages to bounce into the panicking crowd outside.

Maxima gets there just in time.

She helps Rigel stand up when they hear the shot.

Both turn around slowly to see Orion dangling from the edge with D-16 holding his servo.

Rigel yells for Orion while Maxima holds them, frozen in place.

Roles reverse when D-16 lets go of Orion.

Rigel really isn’t sure how they managed to hold onto Maxima screaming and kicking her way to the edge, with a bleeding pede.

Both of them witness him tearing Sentinel Prime in half and renaming himself as Megatron.

B-127, Elita Maxima and Rigel ran over to try and get Megatron to stop, but all promptly pushed back at the ascension of Optimus Prime.

The two leaders begin their fight.

Rigel looks over at their niece.

Both of them having the same crazy idea.

Stop the fight.

Save them.

Both ignoring the cries and protests of Elita and B-127.

Maxima started running to Megatron, while Rigel raced/hobbled to Optimus.

Megatron and Optimus are wrestling on the ground trying to redirect the fusion canon’s aim. Megatron: “Let go!” Optimus: “Never!” The canon went off. Then screaming. THUD! Maxima: “RIGEL!” Both mech’s suddenly stop at the name. They looked behind them, frozen. Maxima was on one side of the arena staring at Rigel’s still frame. Maxima: “RIGEL!” She quickly crawled to their side. Rigel’s optics had gone offline, their frame cold… except the smoldering hole in their chassis. Maxima has tears rolling down her optics as she shakingly touches the cool frame. Maxima: “R-ri-rigel…?” Nothing. This finally snaps Optimus out of his traces and runs over to the bots. Optimus kneels down with tears in his optics as he gently takes their limp servo in his. Optimus: “Rigel wake up! Wake up! Please...” Maxima clutched the frame in her arms, burying her face in their neckcables and began sobbing hard. Optimus gently placed a servo on her shoulder before standing up to face Megatron. The mech himself was still frozen in place. He wants to do something! But he can’t… Optimus: “You are… banished from Iacon. Take the High Guard and leave.” Megatron starts walking to the exit. Maxima: “D? D please…” Megatron momentarily glances back at the tear-stained youngling. Her optics begging him not to leave. Megatron: “Its Megatron now.” After taking one last look at Rigel’s frame, he turns his back and takes the High Guard to the surface.

A small funeral was held for Rigel.

Maxima stays stoic for most of it as does Optimus.

But as soon as the pair are behind closed doors, Maxima flings herself to Optimus arms and lets out spark breaking sobs.

Optimus isn’t much better as he holds his daughter closer.

Wishing Rigel was there with them.

Megatron mourns for Rigel in private.

Taking full advantage of his soundproof habsuite to let out the most gut-wrenching sobs he had ever let out.

He now keeps the last picture Rigel ever took in his subspace, close to his chassis.

A picture of Orion, D-16 smiling as Rigel was on D’s shoulders and Maxima was on Orion’s.

[i-starcreamed]

HEAR ME OUT ON A FUNKY LITTLE REQ (for like hcs or something idk but i’m sure whatever you come up with will be SCRUMPTIOUS) B-127 WITH A READER WHO’S BASICALLY HIS FEMALE COUNTERPART — Like it’s giving bestfriends to lovers bc theyre literally both golden retrievers — LMAO I CAN PICTURE THE ‘SHARES ONE BRAINCELL’ MOMENT BETWEEN THOSE TWO

(ive been STRUGGLING so damn bad over b bc WHYD THEY MAKE HIM SO CUTE AND SILLY IN THE MOVIE??)

Drink up, Eat enough, sleep well and take lots of rest Kier!! :)

B-127 X READER

TYSM DOLLY! This request is so silly. Sorry this is short :3

Cybertronian! Fem reader

No warnings just silliness

He’s definitely in love. At first, in love platonically. You have an equal amount of chatter and enthusiasm to match his.

Let's say you met him down in the low levels, you too were a friend of Orion and D. You know when he was all happy to introduce himself and such? You also piped up and were like, "Oh my god I had no idea bots would go this low!" (wince) "How long have you been here?? This place looks scary..Oh! I'm Y/N by the way!"

You two immediately clicked. On the way to your little adventure, both of you were yapping the whole time. Either both annoying Elita or just adding onto each other. Huge smiles on your faces. Orion and D just looked at each other...they knew what this was going to lead up to. To be fair, they were glad you finally found someone to talk to. You spoke to both of them just fine, but now you REALLY spoke.

yapper x yapper <3

now going a bit off-canon, here are some best friend headcanons :3

even as friends, he is very touchy. Like, he doesn't mind hugging you or locking arms or anything.

If he hasn't seen you in a while? He running to you and hugging you soo hard. He’s the type to twirl you around

Gladly shares energon snacks with you

Once he had an alt mode, he’ll want to constantly race you. He’s so excited!!! And you are too!!

His romantic headcanons aren’t much different tbh

You guys are always touching. Holding servos. Touching shoulders, leaning on eachother. SMILING

YAPPATRON X YAPPATRON AGAIN

he likes having his faceplate kissed all over, you’re always attacking his face

PDA fan, he doesn’t care. Nothing too crazy, but he definitely likes showing you off casually. If you’re especially affectionate with him in public, he gets so flustered. Poor guy is a mess

When you two start dating no one really knows. You both act the same as you did as best friends. Maybe slightly more affectionate. Everyone thinks y’all are ADORABLE though

[thatanonymouschocolate]

D-16 and/or Orion Pax with a tsundere reader? Super in denial about their feelings for them or even having a gremlin mode and biting them

Seems like they're mean but is a super duper sweetheart even to B-127 who talks their ears off. (I can def sew them helping B integrate back into society when they get the chance)

Eh idk my brain just thinking of stuff I'm not really a writer... 🤷🏾

[quirekey]

Can you do headcanons for TFOne Bee x Cybertronian Femme!Reader, that is a musician whose personality is the opposite of Bee's?

AWW THIS IS ADORABLE!! Elegant-musician reader :D I love this idea sm

[ BUMBLEBEE ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ bumblebee x cybertronian!femme!musician!reader ]

[ I’m gonna be so real, I put a hella lot of effort in this ]

READER INTRO

You were a famous and talented multi-instrument player who was known for being mysterious and elegant. Your music was soothing and soft which also reflected your personality. Most of the time, you played a Cybertronian instrument that represented a harp. You never smiled too much nor did you express strong emotions. Iacon did not flourish in the arts and musical area and you're one of the only Cybertronians in Iacon that actually make this topic thrive. You invent new instruments and play magical songs on the streets to show others that you are doing this for a meaningful reason.

( Yes I’m doing this now, it may make for some good reader OCs )

HEADCANONS

[ Bumblebee isn’t stuck at SUB-LEVEL 50, but is merely very bad at his current position as a miner. ]

- The way Bumblebee found out about your existence when he saw many posters alongside a wall full of famous Iacon celebrities. While most of them were either racers, scientists or a high-guard, you stood out. You looked so graceful in your poster, calming colours surrounding your frame and some light text. This was how his love for you started.

- You often play your infamous harp on pretty popular streets. Cybertronians love to come by and greet you, encouraging you to continue your personal pathway to spread music. Bumblebee would be jumping and cheering for you while everybody is politely listening. You may be a bit annoyed but he’s a little adorable too.

- When Bumblebee decided to actually talk to you, he was surprisingly very outgoing. The conversation went off-track, it went from your popularity to how important energon is. You liked his little personality so you guys gained contacts.

- Ever since you guys got into contact, you would bring him around to less busy streets in case it doesn’t work out. If it is an empty day, you would bring a simpler version of your harp and give it to Bumblebee, showing him how to strum and create melodies. Bee has definitely broken many strings but it's merely because he isn’t paitent enough.

- Fans recognised you hanging out with this ‘Yellow, bulky guy’ and due to the population, rumours spread fast. Many cybertronians thought you guys were just two best friends but many others thought it was more than that. The crowd is persuasive and you slowly did gain feelings for the yellow goofball. You hated it but you have to accept the truth.

- The rumours only made you two closer. The way you two would laugh about how ‘strange and stupid’ these theories were and that it will probably never happen. This did hurt you and your chances to be with him.

- Bee is a pretty impulsive and carefree bot, so when he suddenly confessed to you mid-conversation, you were both surprised and not. Surprised that he would actually like somebot like you but not surprised that he just blurted something massive out of nowhere. You said you liked him back and that’s when something special started, it was opposites attracting.

- You two decided to date in secret since there were some strange cybertronians making theories about you and Bee. This was obviously wrong and made you uncomfortable, but Bee was able to help you out, only seeing the fun side of it. He said a lot of points like ‘More people will support us!’ Or ‘We may get free gifts.’. This helped you out when Bumblebee showed PDA.

- When you and Bee started dating, oh how ecstatic he was. He kept praising everything about you, turning into a silly gentleman and just being a cute sparkmate. When Bee told Orion Pax and D16, the two were starstruck. Literally an absolutely famous musician is dating a bot who could barely mine? That seemed unimaginable to D16, Orion was pretty proud of the little bot.

- You two would go out together every time instead of empty days ever since you guys started dating. Bumblebee would hold back from showing romantic affection and tries his best to make it seem platonic if he does. Sometimes, there are many Cybertronians asking for your signature or are just taking up your attention and this gets to Bumblebee’s nerves fast. He wants your attention, he should get them. If this is the case, he would just pull you away and hug you. Lucky for him, you wouldn’t stop him nor did you stop giving your fans some attention.