#tfone megatron x you

[fanged-fanfics]

Hey Fang! Just stopping by to drop off another request for you to try out.

I understand you have things to do and fulfill requests from other people. Don’t push yourself too much, alright? No pressure.

May I request HCs of [TF One] Megatron with a Cybertronian![S/O] [Gender Neutral] [Romantic] who has a Symbiote?

It’s not exactly like Venom, but I could imagine it as an extra modification made up of tiny nano-bots and it’s sentient on its own. It probably still needs Energon to feed on.

☆ Devil On The Shoulder — TFOne Megatron x GN Reader HCs ☆

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

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 In the rise of the Decepticon army, the newly-named Megatron made it a point to recruit those that felt outcasted by society. Those who could relate to his rage, and feel his anger in equal amounts. He sought to give them a place to belong

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were one of the more interesting bots he'd recruited. Your modifications left many wary of you, but he extended a servo of guidance nevertheless. He promised to give you a home you could fight with, so you joined his growing army

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He kept a cautious optic on your nanobot extension, admittedly. He knew it seemed to have its own sentience, and while he didn't mind the thought, he was careful to make sure it wouldn't become a problem

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he assessed it as safe, he came around to talking to you on a more personal level. He made sure you knew the lengths and depths his loyalty went to this cause, and made sure to help train you and your nanobots to keep up with the High Guard

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he found out the extension needed fuel, he began making sure you always had enough to feed you both. In a show of good will, he even offered some energon out of his own palm. You found it immensely amusing how he tried to hide his startled expression when the nanobots immediately dived to aggressively eat out of his servo

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He once very seriously told you that he was certain your symbiote had winked at him and it was so hard not to laugh, he was being dead serious about it too

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You showed great promise with your symbiote, and Megatron made sure to tell you as such. He wanted you to feel appreciated and accepted, to let you know he was serious about his words of dedication to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 For someone so cold in disposition and stern in his leadership, there was never any doubt in your processor that Megatron truly cared for you. Even on harder days, you were a relief he took great comfort in visiting, and no little nanobot friend gnawing on his helm would dissuade that

[flayyr]

how you covet the scorn of the eye of god

[magicalbunbun]

D-16 rizz

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

[paladincanis]

robot yaoi or whatever

[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.

[gardens-light]

hello!

I love your work and I wanted to ask if you would be interested in writing a D-16 x techno-Organic reader?

I would like to see his reaction to the fact that part of her body is soft.

Hi! Thanks for the feedback and for this awesome prompt. I've always liked the idea of a techno/Cybertronic- human/organic hybrid reader, and there definity needs to be more fanfics of it.

Hope you enjoy and apologies for keeping you waiting. :)

Of Flesh and Steel

Expecting the usual deal transaction, the Quintesson ship landed upon the vast plains of Cybertron, sending harsh vibrations through the metallic ground. Their leader scanning the area with a studious gaze, as D16 and his Decepticons greeted with polite bows and hidden, false smiles.

Once their guard was down, Megatron withdraw his cannon. The weapon whirling to life, as he held the barrel against the Quintessons neck with a smug smile. His crimson gaze giving a silent demand, as his glare narrowed.

Amidst disruption and confusion, you made your escape. Forcing your already tired, broken and battered body to run as far as you could. Desperate to put distance between you and your creators, only to lose yourself among the strange foliage of this unknown world.

Content: D16/Megatron X GN Cybertronian/Human Hybrid Reader. Events takes place after TFO.

Word Count: 1,300

The dense metallic forest of Cybertron shimmered under the glow of the twin moons, its landscape a strange fusion of natural beauty and mechanical precision. A forest filled with copper-like leaves hummed faintly, the sound of energon flowing through their veins filling the air like a distant song. Amidst the alien tranquility, D16 and Shockwave moved with purpose, their sensors tracking an erratic and unfamiliar signal.

His towering frame gleamed in the moonlight, while scanning the area with piercing optics. Claws flexed instinctively, prepared for whatever this anomaly might be. Beside him, Shockwave’s singular optic glowed a cold, analytical purple, his detached demeanor betraying no hint of surprise nor curiosity.

Cautiously approaching a clearing, the signal became stronger. Much stronger. Finally brushing away the branches and leafs, D16's and Shockwaves optics widened as their gaze fell upon the most peculiar sight.

You.

Despite having distinctly Cybertronian characteristics. D16 could see something more... organic to you. His optics roamed over your frame, but your... human like skin glistened faintly with a metallic sheen under the moonlight.

Your human-like facial features had the most beautiful optics the Decepticon leader had ever seen. Their unusual colour held a strange depth, as if they contained circuitry woven into your very soul.

Oddly articulated armor covered your arms and legs, segmented like plating- similar to his own.

A small gasp escaped your lips, as your startled gaze finally met theirs. Feeling D16's gaze, as he tried to study more of you. His processor attempting to make sense of the impossibility before him.

Shockwave tilted his head, his optic narrowing as he scanned you. “ "A hybrid of Cybertronian and something... organic? Unprecedented. Likely a Quintesson experiment. Curious anomaly. Should we secure it for study?”

You quickly flinched at Shockwave's imposing presence, pressing yourself harder against the tree as if trying to merge with its metal bark. Breath quickened, and a faint, glitchy sound escaped your lips—a broken plea in a language that Shockwave couldn’t decipher.

“Hold,” D16 sharply spoke, raising his arm to block Shockwave’s advance. His cannon clicked softly as it retracted back into his forearm. His crimson optics slightly softened, as he approached you, his massive frame towered, but his movements were calculated, almost measured.

A whimper softly escaped your lips, while you clutched onto a crude tool—a shard of Quintesson metal that you scavenged during your escape.

It was hardly a threat, but your grip upon it was desperate. Daring to aim the shard at him, feeling D16's optics study your movements for a little longer.

He could see the fear in her optics. Your... words was something he couldn't understand, but the trembling of your frame and the way you recoiled told him enough.

“Their fear is irrelevant,” Shockwave replied coldly, his scanner continuing to process data. “The priority should be understanding their origin and purpose. We should capture them for further analysis.”

Giving a subtle nod to the suggestion, D16 lowered himself to one knee, coming more to your eye level. Softening his voice to a low and steady tone.

“We’re not here to harm you.”

His usual tone returned once opening a private channel to his comrade. Analyze their signal patterns. I want a full breakdown of their language and physiology. But handle them delicately, I don't want you to get too... 'carried away' with your research.

Shockwave inclined his head, his optic flickering. Understood. Prepare for transport?

Not yet. Gain their trust first. It’ll be easier to extract information if they're more cooperative.

"Here..." Your studious gaze narrowed upon D16's outstretched servo. The back of his digits gently encouraging you to lower the Quintession shard, while edging his palm closer. "Take my servo. We'll keep you safe."

Hesitation eased your uneven breath as your optics studied his open servo. Your expression softening slightly while you slowly dropped the shard.

His hand...? His body...? It's... similar to mine...

Optics trailing up his arm, falling upon his faceplate. Placing your small, organic servo into D16's palm, silently allowing him to help you onto your pedes.

The sensation was startling for both of you. To him, your touch was alien—warm and pliant, a stark contrast to the cold steel he was accustomed to. But to you... his hand was immense and unyielding but not entirely hostile. Unfamiliar yet comforting at the same time.

Your touch still trembled within D16's servo, as your optics met his once more. The Decepticon leader felt the faint warmth of your organic flesh through the sensors in his plating. He tilted his head, observing you more closely.

Another sound escaped you, more urgent this time, your voice broke as you spoke to the pair in a pleading, desperate tone. Though your words were incomprehensible. D16's optics softened slightly, and for the first time, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirred within him— pity?

"Calm yourself," he said in the gentlest tone his imposing frame could muster.

You didn't understand his words, but his modulation slightly eased your trembling frame. Bring your spark closer to it's regular pulse. Your grip upon his digits slightly tightened, yet he could still feel your servo trembling.

Shockwave stepped closer, his ever-analytical gaze fixed upon you. Their integration of organic and Cybertronian elements is intriguing. There are no known processes that would yield such a seamless fusion. A study upon them may represent... a new frontier.

D16's crimson gaze flickered up towards his comrade, replying over his private comlink. We’ll take them back to base, but remember—this isn’t just a subject. Proceed with care.

Clutching onto his servo, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and fragile hope as you quietly followed D16's lead through the forest. He occasionally gave you a slight side glance, hiding the storm of suspicion and calculation within him.

Your trembling digits brushed against his metal palm, causing him to freeze for a fraction of a second. You were... impossibly soft—alien and fragile in a way he had never encountered. Cybertronians, even the most delicate among them, were made of metals, alloys, and composites. The sensation of warmth and yielding flesh against his cold plating was... utterly foreign.

While running his thumb over your smaller servo, his optics flickered briefly as he tried to process the sensation. The texture of your servo was smooth yet uneven, faint imperfections running beneath the surface—a network of tiny veins, a pulse of warmth radiating outward.

Something... stirred within his chest. An urge wanted to pull back, to break contact, as if touching you might do damage—or worse, compromise him. But he forced himself to remain still, his vast reserves of discipline locking his servo in place.

They feel.. soft. So soft. Soft, gentle and yet... resilient?

The fact that you had somehow survived the harshness of the Quintessons and the wilderness of Cybertron seemed at odds with the fragility of your form.

Your grip tightened slightly around his digits, pressing your body warmth deeper against his palm. D16 caught himself feeling an odd pang of... Pity? No, that wasn’t it. Understanding? Closer.

The softness of your skin, your frame it was... too exposed, too... unprotected. It stirred something in him that he didn’t like—a flicker of vulnerability, perhaps even responsibility.

He glanced briefly over his shoulder at Shockwave, whose single optic remained fixated upon you with clinical detachment, as he steadily followed behind. For a fleeting moment, the Decepticon leader envied that cold, mechanical focus. For D16 felt his own reaction felt far too... personal.

Clenching his jaw, he pushed the sensation aside and refocused on the situation at hand. “Their physiology is... unique.” He muttered, almost to himself, his voice was steady, but there was a faint tension in it.

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you looked up at him with a soft gaze. Your trembling seemed to lessen slightly, as though his presence—even as alien it was offered you some sort of... reassurance.

To you, he was a savior. To him, you were merely an enigma—one he would unravel.

[b127mybaby]

"I love you."

"Obviously... you don't know me-"

"I love you so much."

"Thank you. And I will take that as a feeling that you have of comfortability with me."

"It's more than comfortability. I mean, I fraggin' love you."

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

someone needs to draw orion pax and d-16 as this image

[midnightbears]

✿ duskbound, afterlight.

#STARRING: cybertronian fem reader & other characters.

#TAGS: violence. being brought to another planet against your will? anxiety. mentions of prostitution. no appearance of canon characters because this is an intro. hunger games reference!

#NOTES: literally only publishing this because a person asked for it and um?? @msbug15 you are the sole reason this is being published sorry if it's weird but your comment made my day! sorry folks megatron doesn't appear yet and he won't for another couple of chapters but i want you to get to know this mc first!! also i'm doing this really weird thing where i imagine the characters and how they move and stuff as the tf one version but this story does not follow the movie at all so imagine it however you want? i thought this could be a fun fact :)

part one | part three | part four | part five | part six

One time, when you were in one of the stations inside one of the hundreds of mines, waiting motionless for someone to tell you what to do or for someone to wander by, you drifted off, and one of the rocks from the ceiling fell from ten feet to the ground, landing on your back. It was as if the crash had knocked every wisp of common sense from you, and you lay there struggling to inhale, exhale, or do anything.

You were going through it all over again—unable to breathe, unable to talk, and totally and utterly dumbfounded as the designation—your designation—ricocheted inside your processor. H-07, standing next to you, clutched your arm, and you wondered if he had caught you when you began to sink to the ground in shock.

H-01 seemed equally bewildered, and the other mechs of the division looked at you with pity. This couldn’t be possible. Yours was one of countless electronic chips! They hadn’t even worried about you because the likelihood of your selection was so slim. You were the latest addition to their branch line, not even a vorn in.

Somewhere far away, you could hear the crowd muttering unhappily. Most cybertronians recognized your designation since everyone knew what you'd done to one of your old colleagues before being sent to Nuna 5PY.

Trembling, your servos clenched at your sides as your mind raced and the weight of the situation sank in. You could feel the collective gazes of the other mechs fixed on you, their murmurs filling the air like a distant hum.

You glanced around at the faces of your fellow miners, searching for some glimmer of hope, some sign that this was all a mistake. But all you found was the same fear and helplessness reflected in their optics. They knew as well as you did that once chosen, there was no going back.

One of the guards, a stern and imposing mech with a visor concealing his optics, approached you with an air of authority. His voice boomed through the station, echoing off the metallic walls. "Step forward. You have been chosen."

Your legs felt like lead, but you forced yourself to comply, hesitantly stepping forward. H-07's grip tightened on your arm, offering wordless support.

Feeling as though time had condensed, you walked toward the stage, servos clenched at your sides, legs trembling under the weight of your heavy spark.

"Lovely!" said Bullway, looking you up and down. "But I believe there's a small matter of inequality. You're a femme. It wouldn’t be fair having you seized up against our mightiest gladiators—"

"What does it matter?"

It was the first thing to come out of your intake, laced with poison and bitter distaste. You immediately noticed Bullway's surprised, almost discombobulated expression. Scrap. Had no one ever spoken to him like that before? Is that why he looked so stunned?

You couldn’t see it, but the other mechs watched you with pained expressions. They didn’t know you, but there was a faint recognition. You were the femme who pierced your old coworker’s knee with a pickaxe. The femme the guards spoke vulgarly about on occasion. The femme who used to share a berthroom with one of the local prostitutes and her sparkling. The femme who sometimes cried during breaks.

You cleared your voicebox, trying to suppress the sudden splenetic feelings. "What does it matter?"

H-01 spoke up, his voice shaking with emotion. "Sir, this must be a mistake! H-08 is just a new addition, barely trained for anything, let alone gladiatorial combat!"

The overseer's visor flickered with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place, but he remained resolute. "The selection process is not infallible, but it is final. She has been chosen, and that is it."

His words caused H-01's shoulders to slump. However, Bullway paid the older mech no mind as he shoved you toward the line of chosen cybertronians, causing them to knock against each other. They formed a neat line as best they could, and you situated yourself on the far side, looking down in mute shock as Bullway commenced another speech about their bravery and whatnot.

The shock of the situation mulled around your processor, unable to quiet itself or leave from where it came. Being chosen as a gladiator was not just a dangerous risk; it was a death sentence for many who were forced to participate. Kaon was known for their brutality, pitting mech against mech in deadly combat for the entertainment of others.

Your energon pumped faster, and your ventilation systems struggled to keep up with the amount of heat in your body. The once familiar surroundings of the mining station now seemed alien and distant, as if you’d been transported to another world entirely.

How could this have happened? Why you? The thought of facing seasoned gladiators—hardened fighters who had trained for cycles in combat—sent a shiver down your spinal strut.

When Bullway's speech ended, you were taken into custody. You weren't chained, but several guards marched you and the others through one of the patio’s largest doors and outdoors, which was heavily secured with wiring and strange substances smeared on the hard ground. Had previous miners tried to flee? If so, you'd never seen it before.

You spared one final glance at the mechs of your division before turning your helm to glance at the guards beside them.

They were quiet, never saying a word, only leading the chosen miners to their destination, nodding and complying with anything Bullway said or muttered. Truthfully, they were just like you—too scared and frightened to say anything about the unjust predicament, in fear of being the ones to end up in the arena. In a way, you understood and sympathized.

As you marched through the smog-covered streets, the tension in the air felt thick, like an energon fog. The guards’ optics remained fixed ahead, their faces stoic, unreadable. You wondered if they had once been miners, too, forced to take on the role of captors to survive.

The ground beneath your peds was rugged, the smeared substances adding an eerie glow to the surroundings. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was some kind of security measure to track movements or prevent escape attempts. The possibility of fleeing crossed your mind, but you knew it was futile. The guards were armed, you were cogless, and the area beyond the secured doors was likely full of more traps.

As you approached the massive spaceship, your spark clenched with trepidation. The vessel loomed over you like a giant metallic beast, ready to consume its unwilling passengers. There was no turning back now—no way to change your fate. 

You glanced once more at your division mates, their expressions mirroring your own fear and uncertainty. You wished you could offer them reassurance, but you could barely muster it for yourself.

The guards directed you to your designated seat, and you took a moment to look out the small window beside you. Cybertron’s sky stretched endlessly, its once vibrant hues now dimmed by pollution and destruction. You wondered if you would ever see this sight again.

The engines rumbled to life, the ship vibrating beneath you as it prepared for takeoff. You gripped the armrests, your palms slick. Your thoughts drifted back to those you left behind in the mines, and you found yourself praying to Primus for their safety.

You thought of Starlight, of how she still believed that Primus and the Thirteen were listening to every cybertronian, that they would answer your calls one day, that you needed to have faith in them. She always meant well. You knew she did.

But Primus would never heed the words of someone like you.

He was, like always, absent and smiling serenely somewhere else.

The city of Kaon sprawled across a plateau three times the surface area of Nuna 5YP.

Over it hung a perpetual cloud of smoke and heavy metal compounds. Whereas the architecture of your satellite reached up and out, defined by towers, caves, and stepping-stone ridges of residential blocks, Kaon, in contrast, was like an endless tumble of blackened rubble, immense mechanical structures collapsing onto one another, and newer generations of the same built upon them.

It looked like it had been bombed from orbit, then pieced back together by blind minicons.

If you were already miserable in your pitiful satellite, what must it have been like to live here from the moment one emerged from the Well of AllSparks?

The group of guards was left inside the ship. Bullway himself urged them to return to Nuna 5YP, insisting that he was prepared to lead the main team of miners by himself. Although reluctant, the sentries didn’t want to lose an optic by arguing with one of the overseers of Kaon, so they did as commanded and remained where they were as Bullway led the miners to a building.

It was to the south of Kaon’s center and between two slag pits so deep that you couldn’t see to the bottom unless you came right to the edge. The building itself was a pyramidal black monument, squared at the top for a landing pad. Inside it was an abandoned cyber-hydraulic works.

It was the perfect venue for gladiatorial matches as well as black-market production of optics and auditory components. Those degraded fast in the heavily polluted atmosphere of Kaon, especially in the gladiatorial arenas, where injuries to sensory arrays were extremely common in surviving combatants.

Bullway’s words were going in one audial receptor and out the other, as you were too busy gawking at the magnificent yet eerie scenery before you.

The pit floor was rectangular and wide enough for an entire army unit to practice on, with two hundred mechanometers on each of its short sides and half that distance on its long sides. From what you could tell, it was produced from crushed and rejected ore pebbles from manufacturing facilities since its materials were too low-grade to be actually usable.

You observed carefully that mechanical debris and smoldering rubbish heaps strewn across the floor provided unlimited possibilities for tactical ambush and blind-side strikes. Four layers of seating raised vertically around the floor, reaching a hundred mechanos above, though right now, it was frighteningly empty.

Your attention was drawn back to the massive arena before you as Bullway proceeded to ramble on about the numerous training exercises and rules of the gladiator matches. 

Your fists tightened as you thought about the murder and violence that must have splattered these grounds. The eerie silence that suddenly engulfed the arena only added to the gravity of what was about to happen. Soon, this site would be packed with applauding spectators eager to see mechs fight for their lives.

Bullway gestured toward the raised tiers, his voice carrying a note of authority. “The spectators will watch your battles from up there. You will be showcased as the warriors of Kaon, their entertainment. Your every move, every triumph, and every defeat will be watched closely.”

Your gaze lifted to the empty seats, and the thought of countless eyes watching your every move sent a shiver down your spinal strut. 

Following Bullway’s lead, the group of chosen miners proceeded down a passageway to the complex of abandoned maintenance tunnels. The air grew colder and damper as they delved deeper into the labyrinth of corridors. The faint echoes of dripping water and distant machinery filled the air, making it feel like a desolate underworld.

“These tunnels will be your resting place between battles. A match wins you a room with basic necessities.” Bullway declared, his voice echoing off the walls. “You’ll have time to strategize, heal your wounds, and prepare for the next fight. But don’t get too comfortable. Weakness is not tolerated in the arena.”

As Bullway led them further into the tunnels, you noticed several vacant rooms, each equipped with a berth and some basic amenities. It was far from the comfort of the mines, but it was a place to rest, to gather strength for the next day’s battles.

Once the ‘tour’ came to a close, you were surprised by how quickly time passed. You followed the group of miners-turned-gladiators closely, in fear of getting lost inside the labyrinth-like complex.

Your processor was filled with a whirlwind of emotions, from fear and anxiety to grief over your lost friend and the sparkling you sent away to safety. You longed for them, wished to hug them one last time. The memories of their laughter felt like distant echoes in the desolate tunnels.

“They’re saying the bosses have called us…”

The whispers of one of the mechs caught your attention, and you leaned your helm forward to hear more of their passing conversation.

You strained to catch the murmured words. Your audials tuned in to the calm conversation like a radar seeking elusive signals. The mention of the bosses stirred a ripple of tension among the group, like a static building before a storm. For a moment, you wondered if they would be worse than the leaders inside Nuna 5YP.

“I’ve heard they want one of us to fight,” another said in hushed tones, preventing the mech overhead from hearing any of the ongoing conversations.

Your optics narrowed slightly as you processed the implications of the conversation. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of twisted agenda the bosses had in mind and who among them would be chosen for such a task.

You felt a knot form in your circuits. 

Your spark pounded with fear and defiance as you reached the chamber where the bosses awaited. You squared your shoulders, steeling yourself for whatever lay ahead.

As the group entered the chamber, you were immediately struck by the luxury of the bosses' thrones. They sat in a semicircle, looming above the group like predators surveying their prey. The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, but the bosses, perched atop their high-backed chairs, pretended they didn’t notice.

One of the mechs, sporting a shade of tarnished chrome, leaned forward slightly, his optics narrowing as they settled on you. A thin smirk stretched across his facial splates.

"Here they are!" His smooth and deceptively warm voice echoed through the room. "So... how are you finding Kaon? The city of opportunity, after all."

The others chuckled, the sound grating and insincere as if they were all in on some private joke. You clenched your fists, fighting to keep your expression neutral.

“We hope the accommodations are to your liking,” another chimed in. “You’ll find that our arena here is generous to those who earn it… and to those who survive."

One of the mechs next to you, unable to restrain himself any longer, cleared his throat. "We—uh, we are grateful for the... chance, sirs," he said, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke. "But... what precisely do you expect from us?"

"What do we expect?" he echoed derisively, leaning forward. "Oh, it's straightforward. We want you to fight. We want to find out if you possess the ability to entertain.”

The boss in chrome waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, don't mind him. All we want is a show. A little... amusement. After all, the crowd expects a good fight, and we wouldn’t want to disappoint them."

Your spark pounded in your chest as you realized what they were doing—pretending this was some grand opportunity while masking the fact that it was a death sentence. They were toying with all of you, playing a sick game just to see who would break first.

Before you could respond, another voice cut in, deeper and more commanding.

"Enough games," said the largest of the bosses, who had remained silent until now. His optics burned red, and the room seemed to tremble slightly when he spoke. "We don’t have all night. One of you will fight. Tonight. Now."

The room fell into a sudden, chilling silence. You felt the air grow heavy. It wasn’t a request; it was a demand. You inhaled sharply, keeping your optics glued to the ground, feeling like you might break at any second. Someone would be thrown into the arena, and there was no way to refuse.

The chrome boss leaned back, his smirk widening. “So,” he said lightly, "who's it going to be?"

There was a murmur among the miners, a shuffling of peds as everyone avoided making eye contact. You could feel the eyes of the bosses on you, sharp and predatory. They were waiting, savoring the moment.

You thought of Starlight again, her laughing optics and tired smile flashing across your processor.

And then, without thinking, the words burst from your intake, sharp and defiant.

"You can’t just send us to our deaths like this!"

For a moment, the room was deathly still, and you regretted and regretted and regretted and regretted—until, finally, one of them answered. The chrome boss tilted his head as if considering your words before letting out a low, sinister laugh.

“Hah! Such a smart mouth,” he drawled, his optics narrowing in amusement. “The audience will enjoy you tonight. Yes... I think we’ve found our fighter!”

The other bosses murmured in agreement as if they were discussing the good weather of the current day. You stood frozen, their decision crashing down on you like a collapsing building.

“Someone lead her to the barracks,” the scarred boss barked. “Her fight will start momentarily.”

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop, and then one of the guards beside the bosses was roughly yanking at your arm before dragging you out of the room under the worried gazes of the other stranger-turned-comrades.

You tried to maintain your composure despite the fear threatening to consume you. The grip of the mech’s servo on your arm felt tighter with each passing second. Your legs felt like jelly, and you stumbled throughout the hallway, barely able to keep up with the guard. Despite your intake being open, no words slipped because you couldn’t seem to formulate any.

Why did you have to talk?

What now? You had never fought before nor witnessed any fights; your only weapon experience resided in sticking pickaxes in other mechs’ knee plates, and by Primus’ sake, you never expected to find yourself in such a dangerous situation!

After what felt like an eternity, the mech finally shoved you inside a room stuffed with weapons and protective gear and left without a single word.

You didn’t realize how much noise you were unconsciously blocking out due to the burgeoning panic inside your processor, because as soon as you were alone, your audials started picking up on the noise outside the room to what you could only assume was the arena. The distant roar of the crowd filtered through the walls like a thunderous storm.

The sound was overwhelming, echoing off the metal surfaces and reverberating through your very core. Each cheer and chant felt like a physical blow, and you quickly deduced that they were not for you. They were for the impending match, for the spectacle of metal and mayhem that awaited. And yet, whether you liked it or not, you were a part of this now.

You were utterly alone. Haunted by memories of your dead best friend, preyed upon by the emotionally fragile sparkling you left behind, and now desperately looking for a way to change your life around.

With trembling servos, you reached for a nearby weapon, your hands fumbling over the unfamiliar contours. But a blaring alarm shattered the already tense atmosphere before you could even grasp it tightly. The shrill sound pierced your thoughts like a knife, sending a shiver down your spinal strut.

With wide optics, you watched as the door at the room's far end slowly slid open, revealing a corridor beyond.

Your circuits surged with panic like molten lava, and you could not, for the life of you, process the magnitude of the situation. Despite your efforts to maintain composure, your facade crumbled beneath the weight of your terror. Your legs wobbled like fragile stilts beneath you, threatening to give way at any moment.

You trudged forward through the corridor, promising that they would not see you cry. The distant roar of the crowd grew louder with each passing moment, and you willed yourself to momentarily shut your optics once you fully entered the rectangular pit floor.

Banks of lights in every frequency, from infrared to ultraviolet, drenched the floor in merciless light. The stands were jammed with workers from the factories and elemental refineries of Kaon. They stomped their feet in rhythm until the entire balconies of each level bounced up and down to nearly the limits of the metal frame’s tensile strength.

The noise was overwhelming and so loud you were sure you would be left with only a constant maxed-out white noise inside your audials.

Your optics widened in sheer terror as your opponent emerged from the shadows, a towering figure probably two times your size—and that was scary because you were a tall femme.

Before you could even register what was happening, the fight had begun.

[transformersxreader]

TFONE Starscream x Femme Reader x Yandere-ish D-16/Megatron

(Minor spoilers ahead, but if you wish to continue go right ahead)

"(Y/n). Are you sure to wish to go alone?"

(Y/n) turns to face Starscream who had a worried look, reaching out for her servos placing a soft kiss to them. (Y/n) smiles at his actions and grip his servos tighter with hers.

"Yes Starscream. It will be more easier and safer that way."

Starscream gave (Y/n) a stern look before sighing in defeat,

"Promise me that you'll be careful."

"I promise."

(Y/n) places a soft kiss on the side of his lips pulling back her hold on Starscream, her servos slowly sliding off before transforming to her jet form and heading off to Iacon city.

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(Y/n) walks carefully around the crowded train that was heading to the mines, where she would find out more information about the energon trains and have a look around the mines.

Just before joining the others in the train, she had to transform her armor to fit in more with the other miners, a bit of her amor hiding her cog.

As the train was stopped rapidly (Y/n) lost her footing and bump right into a gray bot.

"Oh! Sorry-"

The voice stop when (Y/n) and the gray bot made eye contact, the gray bot was speechless. (Y/n) look around to make sure no one else saw the small incident.

"I apologize as well."

(Y/n) spoken softly just before she turn walk the other direction, the gray bot reach out for (Y/n) speaking out, going around (Y/n) so now he was facing her

"Uh! Wait! Umm.. I-i haven't seen around before? Are you a transfer? Or..."

(Y/n) a bit surprised just smiled,

"Uh... yes.....I'm new..."

The gray bot noticed that he was probably making (Y/n) feel uncomfortable, and rub his head blushing looking to the side.

"I'm sorry... I just-"

(Y/n) just shook her head, waving her hands up

"No no it's alright."

(Y/n) then noticed a sticker on his left shoulder and pointed out

"You admire megatronus?"

The gray bot look to his shoulder his smile getting wider, without a second started to spill how amazing he was. (Y/n) giggles

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who fans over megatronus."

The gray bot laughs, holding out his servo,

"I'm D-16 and you are?"

"(Y/n). It's nice to meet you D-16."

They shook hands, D-16 repeating (Y/n) name softly, not noticing he was still holding onto her hand.

"Um... well I should probably go."

(Y/n) slowly release her grip and walks off, D-16 still looking at (Y/n) disappearing into the crowd.

D-16 felt his spark beat rapidly, till he was pull out of his thoughts by his best friend Orion pax.

"Who were you talking to D? I've never seen her before? She new?"

D-16 look at his hand then the direction where (Y/n) went and sighs,

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(Y/n) felt disgusted and angry noticing that these miners bots work hard for the terrible Sentinel prime not knowing the horrible truth, after a while of scouting the trains location, she tries to hack the systems to see where would these trains travel too on the surface. But she noticed that she has spend too much time in city,

"Ugh. If I don't leave now, I'll never hear the end from Starscream."

(Y/n) sighs chuckling to herself, just remembering the last time she arrive late and injured.

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(Flashback)

"(Y/n)! What have I told you!!"

(Y/n) was holding onto her shoulder while shockwave was patching it up, (Y/n) looking down, not even trying to glance up at Starscream.

"What were you thinking?! I ask you to stay put but race yourself into open fire!"

Starscream growls out covering his face with a servo, before facing away.

"Leave us."

Both Soundwave and Shockwave left leaving (Y/n) and Starscream alone.

"Starscream I-"

Starscream doesn't let (Y/n) finish, carefully bringing her closer to him a sort of hug.

"I can't lose you (Y/n). The thought. It pains me, after sentinels betrayal... he almost had you.."

(Y/n) looks up to Starscream holding onto his side of his face bring him closer head to head.

"I'm sorry I worry you, I just wanted to do more."

"I know you do, please just be cautious about your actions my dear."

(Y/n) smiles leaning in for a kiss

(Flashback ends)

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(Y/n) blinks noticed she space out for a moment or two, cursing at herself gather the intel and slowly sneaking out where the other miners were working around, till she heard a loud explosion.

"What was that?"

She noticed a pink bot and a couple of other miners waiting at the entrance of a mine cave and out came another explosion and just has the cave was caving in, three miners barely made it out.

(Y/n) wanted to help but the longer she stayed the more danger she can be in, but that thought went out the window when she saw a bigger jet bot punch D-16.

D-16 groans in pain as he felt someone lift him up a bit, his optics adjusting to see (Y/n).

"Are you okay?"

D-16 let out a sigh thinking he was dreaming for a second,

"Yes..."

(Y/n) pulls D-16 up on his feet before helping the other red bot up.

"Thank you? Um..."

"(Y/n). Nice to meet you."

The red bot seems to make a face as he heard your name before but it blurred a little, but remember his friend mentioning your name.

"Hey! my friend was just talking about you non stop, he-"

Before he could continue D-16 covers his mouth a large blush forming on his face and chucking nervously,

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"Are you sure you both are okay?"

D-16 and Orion pax both nodded, they both continued on their conversation, (Y/n) lifted her arm up and open a secret hatch that had energon cubes. But these energon cubes were sweet and had higher energy in them that can satisfy any bot,

"Here, this should help."

(Y/n) hands them both one, both D-16 and Orion pax both looked at each other, thanking (Y/n) popping the cube into their mouths.

"Wow! So amazing."

"This is the most sweetest energon I have ever had."

(Y/n) smiles

A loud ding noise filled the room catching everyone's attention the voice speaking

'Attention, all sectors. Stand by for a live transmission from Sentinel Prime.'

Than a hologram of sentinel prime appears making ever happy to see the "prime" back from the surface. But one bot was not smiling for his return, (Y/n) frowns and looks around to see all these poor souls living a lie. She was pulled back a hand grabs onto hers to see D-16 with a grin

"He's back! Come on (Y/n)."

(Y/n) force a smile joining the other to hear what the prime had to say, she felt sick seeing D-16 praise sentinel. Sentinel prime stating that he yet hasn't found the matrix and that the next day they'll be no work cause there will be a race called Iacon 5000.

(Y/n) was slowly leaving as everyone cheers

"Hey! Wait! (Y/n)!"

(Y/n) turns to D-16, he seems to noticed her look slowly asking if she was okay?

"Yes... I'm fine... I have to go."

"W-will you be there tomorrow? For the race? Are you going alone? If you want you can join me and-"

But before D-16 could finish his sentence

"Don't trust him D-16."

D-16 flinch a bit (Y/n) voice was different, strong yet stern.

"W-what?"

(Y/n) placed a hand on D-16 faceplate, caressing his face softly whispering softy to him

"You are so blind to see the truth... I'm warning you D-16. Please."

(Y/n) slowly walks backwards giving D-16 a last look, transforming her amor out of her disguise from to her normal form, transforming into her jet form. Taking off in a hurry leaving the D-16 still confused, shock and concerned of her words.

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(Y/n) made it back in one piece a couple of seekers notices her arrival,

"(Y/n) back!"

(Y/n) transforms mid air and lands gracefully seeing everyone welcome her back.

"(Y/n). Mission successful?"

Soundwave questions, (Y/n) nods her head and points to where Starscream throne area is, heading up the stairs seeing Starscream looking out into the distance hands behind his back.

"Starscream has been nonstop worrying about you."

Shockwave added making (Y/n) chuckle

"I have return Starscream."

(Y/n) bows her head a bit, looking up to see Starscream with a small smile

"Glad to see you safe and sound (Y/n). Took your time with this one did you?"

(Y/n) bows her head again, apologizing of taking more time than she anticipated.

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"So there's multiple trains heading on the east side this time."

(Y/n) had an hologram of the trains destinations and a few data from sentinels prime personal drive.

"This is all I could get, if I've stayed longer I could have been seen or heard by the security."

Starscream lifts his hand up as his way that he understood,

"This should cause some trouble for sentinel, nice work (Y/n)."

(Y/n) thanked Starscream before her thoughts went back to the two miners she meet.

"Something troubles you my dear?"

(Y/n) sighs shaking her head,

"No... just thinking about the bots back in the city still believing in that no good of a prime."

Starscream places a servos on her shoulder, Starscream reassures that they will return to Iacon city but it's just safer this way.

"Shockwave has informed me that you worry for my safety? Is it true?"

Starscream let's out a cough,

"Worried? Oh uh yes. Indeed I was but I wouldn't say I was too worried. I knew you would handle it."

(Y/n) reaches out both her servos grabbing Starscream head, pulling him towards her to kiss Starscream multiple times on his faceplate making Starscream blush and groans.

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So... what do you guys think? I hope y'all liked it and of course I'll do a part 2!

Thank you again for taking your time to read this I really appreciate it 💕😊

[solar4seekstron]

Conjunx

TFOne!D-16/Megatron x Cybertronian!Reader One Shot:

Here’s another One Shot with my bbg D-16. This one just cam e into mind so of course i got to writing. I’m pretty proud of this story and I enjoyed writing for only D. I hope you all enjoy!

Content: SFW, sad ending

TW/Tags: Fluff/Wholesomeness at beginning, D is precious and silly, angst after cut after wholesome romance, Implied abuse (mild), kidnapping, toxic relationship at end. Might make part 2? We’ll see what my brain throws at me at 2 am lol

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

You and D only really hanged out when Orion was around. Not because D was embarrassed but because Orion was usually busy doing something else. You were seen as a quiet bot and also cool by D. You always stood up to the superiors knowing you weren’t out of line. And despite being a few inches smaller then D. You were strong! D won’t admit it but he was defiantly attracted to you.

One day when getting off the train, Orion did something stupid again. Elita dragged him away to do a late mining shift as punishment. Later D was alone and worked on punching the punching bag in the mining quarters. The others left him be, knowing his temper without Orion. He was so focused he didn’t notice you came up behind him. Knowing he might try to punch you if you startled him. You descide to pick him up by the waist strartling him “Hey you glitchin bot! Put me dow- Oh its you.” You put him down. He looked at you no longer startled.

”Sorry D didn’t want you to punch me if I didn’t pick you up.” You chuckled.

”You know you could’ve handled my punches right?”

”Yes but I would’ve had to punch you back.”

”…..Good point.” He pointed his digit to you.

”You mind if we talk?” D almost froze as his smile shows to have strained a bit as he looked at you. “It’s nothing bad.” You chuckled. “Come on lets go where we can see the Iacon 5000 sign.”

“O-ok.” You two walked and once up there you finally spoke.

”So D I’ve been thinking. We’ve been good friends for a good while and was hoping. Since after all this time-“ You continue to speak as his head only started to overthink.

Was so lost in thought of you possibly leaving him that he barely heard you. He then heard you say Conjunx out of the blurr of what you’re saying. But that word brought him out of his thoughts “What you say?”

”D-16 will you be my Conjunx?” You were on one knee. (Thought it be cute shud up) D was dumbfounded until he realized and his face no longer showed a blank expression but had a cute little grin appear on his face. He then shakes a little. Little sounds of metal being heard. You reached a cervo toawrds him once you stood, a bit worried “Uhhh D??”

Then out of no where he hugged you and started spinning, you around as he shouted in cheer and joy. You were now dumbfounded and put your cervos on his shoulders gently patting. “So…..that’s a yes?” He then holds you up with his hands holding your waist.

”YES!!!!” I have been waiting for so lo-“ He looked at you once he stopped. He can tell you were trying to hold in a laugh. “Uhh”

”Guess tonight will be a night to never forget.” You both chuckled and embrace each other. Both of your foreheads touching as you two closed your eyes.

D then lets out a soft sigh as he gently lowers you. You standing once more. Your arms around his neck and his around your waist. Your foreheads still touching as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

”I love you Y/N”

”I love you D. Mine. Always and Forever.”

You both leaned closer together and as your lips both finally touch. The sparks in your chests soon glow. Shinning around you as you two stay in the moment together with the sign of Iacon 5000 behind you both in the dark city.

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(Last chance guys skip this part if you don’t wanna feel pain)

Megatron sat in his throne as he thought about that night. It is truly the night to remember. After everything. He lost his best friend, his home, and after realizing he has been lied to for all his life up to now. He just couldn’t lose you. The high guard was third to him. His new cause is his new goal but you. YOU are the one thing that truly belongs to him.

As he sat there, his head resting on his fist as he watched the high guards having a meeting. He listened, only glancing down to see you every so often as you rest your head and one of your cervos against his chassis.

Your optics closed as you sat on his lap. You had a cog and a decepticon logo on your chassis. His arm around behind your back and cervo resting on your thigh. Your other cervo that wasn’t on his chest resting on top of his on your thigh. You had a few dents. Proof from when he forced you to come with him when sneaking into the city and take you with him. After some time he had to discipline you to behave. Same thing when he forced you to stay still as the Decepticon logo was put on you. You are His Conjunx. You should really learn to trust him. He even threatened to hurt you more if you chose to break the bond from that very night. Ever since then you’ve been tired and miserable. You always felt his feelings through the bond. But you can still feel that love he has for you. Only it’s much darker now.

You listened to his spark beat as you two stayed silent. Starscream and Shockwave started to argue as Soundwave sat there with a data pad. You’d slowly open your optics. You had a little rust under your eyes. Not very visible if far enough.

You cried. You cry every night after Megatron goes to recharge. The meeting eventually ends and Megatron dismisses everyone. Once everyone was gone he looked down at you. Finally lifting his head so he’s more straight sitting up. Moving his cervo to now hold your chin. Making you look at him as his now red optics narrowed and stared down at you. “Hungry sweetspark?” His voice was darker and rough. It still makes you flinch when he speaks to you.

You didn’t answer. You only shook your head as your optics remained dim. He leaned his head lower a bit. His face only inches from yours. “Almost Obedient…hm…”

You two remain silent for a moment.

“Mine. Always and Forever.”

He closes the distance. His lips connecting with yours once more after so long. His lips now cold as he closed his optics. You closed yours a second after.

But you didn’t return the kiss. His cervo moving from your thigh to the back of your head. Pushing your head a bit closer. Your kiss is no longer the same. His kiss. Is no longer the same. Megatron wasn’t Your D-16.

So….. y’all like 😗? If you wish for a part two please let me know.

[revelboo]

GUESS WHO CAME IN THE MAIL FROM THE EBAY PEOPLE U RECOMMEND. MY FAVE MY DARLING 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

I love him so much I want him in my pocket and take him everywhere. I want him to see the world. I'm so happy. I think I might be done now. Atleast for a bit so I can see who comes next. Might get some TFone guys or the new defender ones(? The tiny tiny ones) but I'm so happy I found this blog, your amazing works and blokees 💕💕💕💕 thank you !!!

Soundwave! I'm glad you enjoy my stories! They’ve given us so many Megs variants… I need some more Soundwaves and Starscreams now

Pretty much 🤣 Megs was an oops, though to be fair

Everything Is Alright Pt 118

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Servos lightly trembling feeling your stress and anxiety soaking into him to mingle with the almost manic fury radiating from Megatron and Starscream’s own outrage until he’s nearly overwhelmed, Soundwave swallows a growl. “No,” he says, voice calm and unyielding. Wrapping his servos around you, he opens his cassette compartment and gently eases you inside. Shielding you from what he suspects is coming with how volatile Megatron’s thoughts are right now. And it's a comfort to have you tucked safely inside him, helping ease the ragged hurt of that severed bond. It had felt like having his spark ripped out of him. Had known the Seeker wasn't happy that he'd tried to bond you, but hadn't realized the other mech would go that far.

• Did he really just nope and hide you? Sitting down, illuminated by his biolights and surrounded by the thrum of his spark, a part of you is thankful for the respite from the madness. Because your hands are shaking, just overwhelmed and you really want some alone time to try and process. Maybe cry at how ridiculous your life is. And it’s warm and safe inside Soundwave. “Thanks,” you whisper, unsure if he can hear you in here or not. Can still feel that jangling wrongness where Soundwave's bond had been as you press yourself into a corner of his cassette compartment. Letting yourself grieve that loss with no one staring at you.

• “Give me back my mate,” Starscream growls. Optics narrowing, he checks his wing to make sure that big brute didn’t bend it dragging him and to distract himself from the worry clawing at him. Had felt your pain echo through him and hadn't been able to do anything. Had been helpless to save you or himself and that can never happen again. Needs to be able to hold you in his servos, reassure himself that you're really okay. Doesn't even want to think about the fact that Megatron stole his sparkling and bonded you while you were helpless even if it was to save your life. And his. Doesn't want to owe that mech anything. Denta gritting when Soundwave just folds his arms across his chassis and stares him down. And he can pry that stupid cassette door open if he needs to. Starts forward only to hiss when Megatron seizes him by a wing. Again.

• Pulling until the Seeker leans so far one leg kicks out for balance, Megatron smiles down at Starscream. Because all of this is his fault. His selfishness. He’s sparked because the Seeker had severed Soundwave’s bond and hurt you. “Leave our pet alone. I think we need to have a little talk anyway. Just the three of us.” Ignoring Starscream's furious expression, he releases him and sits on Soundwave's berth. Trying to get his temper under control when he just wants to wring the Seeker's neck. Rip his still pulsing spark from his chassis. And he can't. Can't lay a servo on the mech to do any real damage. Killing Starscream might kill you. And because he's fully bonded to you, him as well. Maybe you'd fully bonded to him on purpose as a way to ensure he couldn't hurt your other mate. Wants to be furious, but he hadn't felt any scheming when he'd been tangled in you. "No one is to find out that we can spark a human or that I'm sparked." Not until he can figure this out. Because yes, it's a chance at saving their race slowly declining race, but if it gets out, there's the question of who the sire is and the Pit will freeze over before he lets it get out that he has Starscream's sparkling. Still can't understand humans and their alien weirdness. You're the carrier, you were supposed to stay sparked. Not pass it to him.

• Servos pressed protectively against the door to his cassette compartment, he croons softly to you, trying to soothe away your turmoil. Lulling you like he would a cassette. Aware that they're both staring at him when he lifts his head and he stares them both down defiantly, daring them to say anything. "Hurt our mate instead of protecting," he says, attention fixing on Starscream. Tries so hard to be the one in control, to be calm and rational, but he'd lost it when the Seeker had torn through his bond. And why? Because he was jealous? Didn't want to share you? Just callously lashing out without realizing there would be consequences. "Keep hurting our mate."

• "Our mate," Starscream hisses, angry and upset at the truth in that accusation. Because he had hurt you trying to free you. And even now, he's not sure if he'd done it to protect you or to keep you to himself. Because you were supposed to be only his. To love only him. You're all he'd needed or wanted. So why hadn't he been enough for you? "You're not my Trine. Not my brothers. You seduced my mate." And Megatron had stolen his future. Denta bared, his wings flare out before dropping. "I was happy."

• Servos pressing to his head, Megatron looks from Soundwave to Starscream. "At this point, it doesn't matter who screwed up the worst. You're fully bonded. I'm fully bonded. Soundwave will be, too." Snarling when Starscream opens his mouth to protest, he looms over the Seeker. "Soundwave, too. Primus, knows our poor pet will need a calm voice in all this. Safety." Pointing at Soundwave when Starscream hisses, Megatron thumps him in the chassis with the end of his cannon. "Where is the human right now? Hiding from both of us with Soundwave. And I swear to Primus if I could blast you in the face for getting me involved in this stupidity, I would without hesitation." Thumping him again to make the Seeker stumble back, Megatron's servos curl into fists. "It's divine comedy that I'm now tied to you for the rest of my existence."

• "Or our mate's. Humans don't live that long, Lord Megatron," he blurts, trying to hurt the other mech. And Starscream freezes as Megatron's optics narrow. Because it's something that has occurred to him more than once. Bond mates bond for life. One following the other in death and he'd known how short your life was when he'd claimed you. Willingly made that sacrifice to spend what time you have with you. But Megatron didn't know and a petty part of himself is almost gleeful about the blank expression on the warlord's face up until Megatron grabs him by the jaw, servos squeezing. 'How short?' Megatron snarls.

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I finally gave up and did an inbox cleanse… but I kept quite a few still as drafts. I just discovered the TransArts Tarantulas figure and he's so pretty. And so, so out of my price range lol

[quirekey]

Hi! I just wanted to say rq I love your writing and art pls keep doing what ur doing bc i freaking love your work.🥹🙏🤍

Can I request done Megatron/d-16 x a femme cybertronian reader who’s like taller than him, and very sweet. She’s like, the sweetest bot ever in Iacon that he’s ever met and he’s smitten by her. Pls and ty!!!!🤍

Oh my goodness you are too nice dude, TYTYTY!!! I will keep doing art and writing, it’s a big passion!!!

There are spoilers for TFONE

[ MEGATRON / D16 ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ megatron / D16 x cybertronian!femme!sweet/tall!reader ]

[ based on Transformers One ]

HEADCANONS

D16

- D16 definitely rants to you about his idols, Sentinel, Megatronous and literally anybot he admires in Iacon. You are too kind to interrupt so you just listen in without interrupting even once.

- D16 does get jealous when you talk to other bots. With your kindness comes your passion to make others happy. You love to socialise with other cybertronians and D16 just wants you to talk to him. It may be selfish but he really enjoys his time with you, how you always had sympathy for his spark.

- When D16 gets in trouble, you are always here to help. You with your little charm that contains the sweetest of energons always gets these superiors. You definitely enjoy getting your boy out of trouble.

- Oooh how D16 loves your affirmation! He definitely appreciates your kind words and how you choose them. You choose an amazing choice of words, being able to tell D16 that he is an amazing mech in just a few words. You definitely would make some great quotes.

- You definitely get lots of treats for your sparkmate. You like to carve little faces, shapes and symbols into them, especially the Megatronous symbol that D16 has on him by Orion Pax. D16 always gets so excited when he has an accurate cut out of Megatronous on some energon, it’s a silly but thoughtful gift. Sometimes D16 doesn’t even wanna eat it! (And usually he asks if you drew yourself on the energon instead)

- Your height gives you an advantage to tease D16. You love to scuff his head and play around with him, D16 doesn’t take it lightly but adores you anyhow. Hugging him from behind and giving him little kisses on his head is so fun! Being able to nuzzle him while he squirmed for freedom in your grasp.

MEGATRON

- Megatron definitely puts you as his 2nd in command instead of Starscream. He trusts you with the whole Decepticon army and will share his devotion to take down the Autobots with you.

- Megatron would never accept any physical touch. He would stop you from distracting him because he is determined to take the Autobots down. You would try to get just a bit touchy but he would just huff and walk off. He would yell at you but he has a spark!

Well… Maybe a few kissys and nuzzles, but that’s all!

- You definitely tease Megatron for his height. Megatron is already massive enough but with you, it’s scarier!

- You are somehow always so sweet to him and even Megatron doesn’t understand why. You always are so persistent in making Megatron feel better that it’s honestly refreshing. Having somebot in the Decepticons be so nice is an interesting change, not a bad one though. More positive than negative.

- Sometimes Megatron is a little biassed and puts some of your work onto other Decepticons, especially the risky missions. If you are ever hurt, your perfect frame would be ruined for him… He forces his army to do the scarier missions for you, but you insist. He and you know that you can do so much, because you are a brave and strong bot. Megatron just ignores you and forces you to be isolated inside anyways.

- Small thing, in the scene where Megatron brings everybody out of Iacon. When he flies everybot that rebels out, you are flying right by his side.

Sorry it was so little, I have not studied Megatron nor D16 that much

[magicalbunbun]

"HATE"

[lavenlady]

Could I request yandere romantic tfo Starscream with an human astronaut reader who accidentally crash landed on Cybertron? They can speak Cybertronian through a translator, but really want to find a way home.

Regardless on wether or not you choose write this, have a nice day/night =]

Here you go! Have a nice day/night too! Enjoy!

✮ Through Space ✮ | Tfone Yan!Starscream x Astronaut!Human!Reader

☄︎ You always wanted to travel the stars

☄︎ And finally you were chosen for your very own first mission, which turned out to be a failure

☄︎ Fortunately nothing happened to you when you crashed onto an unknown planet, but your ship wasn't lucky like you

☄︎ Instead of panicking you started taking notes about this new world. It deeply interested you as it was nearly entirely made out of some kind of metal

☄︎ That is how you met the High Guard. They had received that there was a crash site and decided to investigate. At the coordinates they found your ship and you

☄︎ They were confused at the sight - a little organic that doesn't even reach their knee joints? How did they reach Cybertron?

☄︎ Starscream as the acting leader decided to welcome you, doubting you would survive alone for long on their planet, your translator helped that

☄︎ Starscream is a manipulative, possessive and stalking yandere. Nothing escapes his attention

☄︎ He doesn't exactly care about others opinion, you are going to stay either way, whenever they liked it or not

☄︎ He would probably gloat about you, how you can fit in his servo, your small body helping them with complicated repairs and your soft skin under your suit

☄︎ He would probably do everything to get you to take off your suit. It looks heavy to wear

☄︎ He would learn about what planet Earth has to offer for diplomatic reasons and for his own interest too

" Say - if you wanted to take off this suit, what environment is the best to do so? "

☄︎ He is an experienced manipulator, so expect him to try and talk you out of leaving him after repairing your ship, which was delayed for unknown reasons

☄︎ In the end you decide to stay with the High Guard, living quite a monotonous life, everything was the same every day

☄︎ That was until they captured four Cybertronians

☄︎ It didn't go as planned with the biggest one strangling Starscream and in the end are kidnapped by Sentinel's forces

☄︎ You were by Starscream's side all the time, he just couldn't leave you with those incompetent fools

☄︎ You are then exiled from Iacon, with a new leader like figure - Megatron

☄︎ In the end Starscream got to keep you as now the Second in Command of the Decepticons

☄︎ Now you truly are stuck with him for an eternity, your shorter lifespan meaning nothing to his science knowledge

☄︎ You can hope for those Autobots to safe you from his sick love

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( Hope you liked it! )

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( Request away! )

[dragqueenstarscream]

I have a fic request: Optimus helping Starscream with his polishing.

good as new

tfone starscream x optimus prime

contains: developing relationship, secret relationship, polishing, wing kink, allusions to interface

"i like what you've done with the place."

optimus merely hummed in reply as he examined the bottles of polish sitting on the shelves in the private washrack. it seemed that sentinel prime's reputation for excess extended to his personal life as well. optimus couldn't even begin to imagine caring for his finish with cheaper polish when he was still cogless. that luxury simply didn't exist to him.

truth be told, optimus didn't know what he'd gotten himself into. this had all started when starscream somehow managed to break into iacon tower with information about an attack megatron had planned. why starscream would want to betray megatron was beyond optimus, but regardless, the two had continued to meet in secret, with starscream always providing optimus with some crucial information. eventually, the two had formed something of a relationship, though whether that was platonic, romantic, or something else entirely was unclear to optimus as of now.

tonight wasn't a night to discuss megatron's next move or where the quintessons might be heading. optimus had invited starscream to iacon tower - under the cover of night, of course, as tongues would wag if it got out that optimus was bringing a decepticon into his own home - simply to be with him. he'd thrown out the idea of offering to polish starscream, knowing that the seeker valued his appearance. starscream had latched onto the idea instantly, which led to where they were now, in the primes' private washrack. optimus told himself that this was just him trying to extend a peace offering to megatron's second in command in exchange for more information, but he knew in his spark that it wasn't the case.

"getting rid of those obnoxious statues was a nice touch," starscream said, bringing optimus back to the present. "how long did it take you to melt those down to scrap?"

"most of them were destroyed when we fought to free you guys," optimus said. "taking the rest down was just part of the renovation."

he finally settled on a bottle of polish and made his way over to the bench where starscream sat. the former high guard bot raised an eyebrow, then relaxed when he saw the polish optimus had chosen.

"good choice," he said as optimus sat behind him. "you know how to use that stuff?"

"i think so," optimus said. "i haven't done this before, but it can't be too hard."

"what do you mean, you..." starscream's voice trailed off as the realization struck him. "primus, what did sentinel do to you bots?"

starscream stood up from the bench and started to search around the washrack. "come on," he muttered, "where did that pompous aft keep his... gotcha!"

he returned to the bench with a tool in his servo. optimus felt embarrassed that he didn't know what it was at first.

"know how to use this?" starscream asked. optimus shook his head, and starscream scoffed in disbelief.

"we didn't get much time to ourselves in the mines," optimus admitted. "the most cleaning we got was a trip to the washracks."

"unbelievable," starscream grumbled, rolling his eyes. "here, gimme that."

optimus handed the bottle of polish over to starscream, who opened it up and poured some drops on what looked like a circular pad.

"here, you pour some polish on right here, then you turn it on and work it into my plating," starscream said. "just take your time with it, and don't press too hard."

optimus felt unsure of himself as starscream handed him the polish and the tool. still, he knew that he had to get this right. he wanted to prove to starscream that he could be a kinder bot than the false prime before him. this peace offering would be a good start.

and maybe starscream would actually trust him with more than just information, but optimus didn't want to think about that now.

"this won't be too loud, will it?" optimus asked. "we can't have anyone hearing what's going on and getting too curious.

"that thing?" starscream snorted. "if that's as pricey as i think it is, you won't have to worry about noise. now, quit worrying and get to work."

"if you're sure," optimus sighed as he got himself seated. turning the polisher on, he felt relieved as it only made a low hum, not enough to grab the attention of anyone walking by.

now that he thought about it, he didn't know where to start. he didn't want to start polishing in an awkward spot and hurt starscream by accident. after a moment's thought, he settled on starscream's wings. they were broad, flat, and made a good surface to test the polisher on. taking a deep invent, optimus leaned forward and began to polish starscream's left wing.

the reaction he got wasn't what he expected at all. starscream's whole body shuddered, and he let out a long, shameless moan that had optimus blushing. he quickly pulled the polisher back, afraid that he'd accidentally violated a major boundary.

"hey, what the-?!" starscream sputtered and turned to face optimus.

"sorry," optimus said rather quickly. "i just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything."

"hey, no no no!" starscream scolded him. "i'll tell you if you're crossing a line, prime, but that felt good. go back to doing that!"

"alright, if you're sure," optimus said. starscream huffed and turned back around. optimus took that as his cue and returned to polishing starscream's left wing.

the smaller bot relaxed completely under optimus' touch. he leaned back towards optimus, engine purring. occasionally, he would tell optimus to lighten up on the pressure, but for the most part, he had no complaints. optimus knew by now that that was as close to a thank you as he would get out of starscream.

as optimus moved from the tip of starscream's wing inward, he noticed a shift in starscream's behavior. the closer he got to starscream's wing hinge, the louder starscream's engine revved. when optimus polished the base of starscream's wing, the smaller bot flexed his digits, clenching and unclenching his fist, and he let out an unusually soft sigh. it sounded bizarre coming out of someone with such a normally abrasive voice, but optimus found, to his embarrassment, that he wanted to hear it again.

"you know," starscream said, speaking up for the first time in a while, "it's a shame you were a miner before you became a prime. you would've made a killing doing this."

"i'll take that as a compliment," optimus said with an awkward smile.

once optimus was certain that he'd polished starscream's left wing until it sparkled, he moved to starscream's right wing, a bit more confident this time. starscream kept purring as optimus polished him, his optics closed, intake hanging open. optimus would've been lying to himself if he said that he didn't find starscream attractive like this, not angry and barking orders, but rather relaxed and at ease.

"i'll have to keep coming back to you for this," starscream said. optimus felt a flicker of hope in his spark. he quite enjoyed the prospect of seeing starscream more often.

again, optimus moved the polisher closer and closer to the base of starscream's wing. once he reached the hinge, starscream let his head roll back, eyes half lidded, looking almost delirious.

"better be careful with that, prime," he smirked. "don't go leading a mech on."

"what do you mean?" optimus asked, despite having a guess what starscream was talking about.

"you keep touching my wings like that," starscream purred, "and i might think you're coming onto me."

optimus didn't believe that he had the gumption to say what was on his mind, but he kept a straight face and simply said, "maybe i am."

this only made starscream's smirk grow into a dangerous grin. despite having never seen it before, optimus knew what that look meant.

once optimus had finished the right wing, he turned the polisher off and asked, "how do you feel?"

starscream flexed his wings, a self satisfied smile on his face. "not bad, prime," he said. "for your first time, not bad."

optimus tried to sound more sure of himself than he felt. "glad to hear it. now, where else do-"

"optimus," starscream said.

uh oh, optimus thought. full name.

"yes?" he asked. to his surprise, starscream reached one arm back, grabbed the back of optimus' helm, and pulled him in for a kiss. it was awkward at first, as optimus nearly knocked his forehelm into starscream's chin, but once he let himself lean into it, he realized just what was happening.

starscream was actually kissing him.

and optimus enjoyed it.

it only lasted for a few moments before starscream let go, but optimus wished that it had lasted longer.

"keep that up," starscream grinned, "and you might get a little more than that."

"just a little?" optimus said jokingly.

"i'm willing to negotiate," starscream chuckled as he turned around on the bench, now straddling it and facing optimus.

"now," the seeker purred, fluttering his wings enticingly. "other side."

optimus knew where the night was going, and for once, he was willing to let starscream take full control.

turning on the polisher once more, optimus leaned in and began working on starscream's left wing.