#tfone x reader

[magicalbunbun]

D-16 rizz

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

[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.

[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]

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

[ikkosu]

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?"

[fanged-fanfics]

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

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

─��────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

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

[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."

[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…" "[𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 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

[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.

[magicalbunbun]

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

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

[aceofhearts25]

I Want Them. 🤖

@tinydefector, @cyberrose2001, @botmilf, @revelboo, @desertrosesmetaldune SAVE ME! They’re taking over my fucking mind! I think I might’ve cooked- 😭

It took me way longer than it should’ve to draw Transformers One stuff- I feel late to the show- 😭 Welp, late than never. 🤷

Hope Tumblr doesn’t fuck up the quality. 🙄

[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

[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... 🤷🏾

[transformersxreader]

TFONE Yandere Sentinel Prime x Reader

Here’s a sneak peek on what I’m working on

Base on this reference 👇

I saw @melh1art use this reference and wanted use it too

Hope y’all doing well 🙌

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Talkative Sparkmate — B-127 x GN!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, mild angst || They/them pronouns for reader, reader is a bot || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127 wasn't as stupid as he seemed. Was he a little naive due to his isolation? Yes, did he have tendency to ramble? Also yes. But his lack of social ettiquite often got mistaken for ignorance, which was where most were wrong. He knew a lot, actually. Plenty of old Cybertronian records got thrown into Sublevel 50, usually by Sentinel's demands. He'd gotten hold of all of them, reading each thoroughly, hence his excitement when he felt he had the chance to see it all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he found you, and you actually expressed interest in what he had to say, he went on endlessly about all the knowledge he'd obtained. For a while you couldn't get him off your back, he adored spilling any of his thoughts to you whenever he thought there was anything worth mentioning (which happened to be... nearly all the time)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After a while, you noticed his chatting slowly beginning to receed. It confused you, all you heard from other mechs was how B-127 was this talkative and cheery bot, you didn't expect him to suddenly clam up whenever he was trying to say something

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After gently asking about it, B revealed that he was more perceptive than others seemed to think of too. He knew how other mechs talked about him, and he knew they often said he talked far too much. He got worried he might be bothering you, so he had been trying to hold himself differently around you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were quick to reassure him that it was okay, and that you genuinely didn't mind. You knew he didn't do well with silence or feeling ignored, and you didn't want him to think you'd gotten tired of him. B seemed hesitant to take your words to spark, but he slowly got comfortable once more

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127, through his many chats, did sometimes let some concerning things slip around you absentmindedly. He'd mention offhandedly how silence deeply discomforted him after being sent to the Sublevel, and how he often talked aloud just so he wouldn't have to feel as alone. You'd always reassure him, promising that you'd be there for him to talk to if he needed. He always gave a chipper response, but you could tell there was more to it beneath his vibrant excitement

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B tended to get rather nervous if you weren't around. You were one of the only mechs he hadn't annoyed by now, and he never strayed far from your side usually. He hides quite a bit of it from you in the early relationship stages, worried that any given conversation may be one that convinces you that he's too much

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As happy as he typically is, his vibrance does occasionally falter. He likes to keep up a peppy attitude to the slowly forming Autobot team, but he's honestly with you, trusting you to take his woes seriously and listen to him where others brushed him off, which he starting doing more and more when he was sure you genuinely wanted to hear

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In return for listening to him, B makes sure to be attentive to everything you say to him. He commits it all to memory, making sure to factor in little details. He's great with giving you little, meaningful gifts about small details you mention liking because of this

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's very prone of giving you handmade gifts, and he loves when you give compliments to anything he makes. Especially if you memorize their names or little facts he tells about his makeshift friends, he absolutely lights up and gets so excited to have someone not only hear him, but genuinely care

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's got zero problems telling you how much he loves you. Seriously, he'll tell you whenever he can and however much you need to hear that you have his whole spark, he's very prone to words of affirmation to show affection

[gardens-light]

Opposites Attract

Unlike his friend, D16 often kept his head down and followed protocol. Going through his usual routine one cycle after another, only stepping out of his normality whenever Orion Pax needed to be pulled out of trouble. Yet... he'd be lying, if he ever said his optics never occasionally drifted towards the one thing he's wanted. You. The High Guard that had stolen his spark, who's beauty could only be compared to the sparkling towers of Iacon. Something he could never touch and never to keep. For he accepted the fact you both were from different worlds. Something that not even one of the 'great plans' of Orion Pax could change... right...?

Content: D16/Megatron TFO x F/Cybertronian Reader. Fluff.

Toiling away under the flickering lights and constant hum of machinery. The cavernous walls of the mine glittered with the veins of energon, their iridescent glow faintly illuminating the surroundings.

As the others grinded away at the seams of energon, Orion Pax's gaze flickered up at D16, noticing the distracted expression upon his faceplate.

"Hey D. You ok?"

Startled and snapping out of his daze, D16 briefly looked over his shoulder. "Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he replied dismissively, casually returning his blank gaze back to the task at hand.

"You know I've got your back. Right...?"

"I know, I know you do, Orion. It's just... it's nothing. Really."

Orion lowered his tools, placing a hand on D16's shoulder as his movements became a bit more forceful, as if he was trying to take out his frustration on the cave walls.

Stiffening under his friend's touch, finally taking a moment of pause as he met Orion's concerned gaze.

"It's just... it's stupid. I honestly don't know why I'm even bothered by it." A heavy sigh escaped D16's lips, dropping his tools and leaning against the rocky wall behind him. "I... bumped into someone this morning before shift. It was a little thing really, but the simple shock of it... the shock of realizing who it was... I-I've never seen her in person before, only from the holos, but... Primus, Orion. She was... perfect!"

"Don't give me that look." He groaned, seeing the faint smile tugging on Orion's faceplate. "It's not like I have a chance with her. There's no universe where she'd be slightest bit of interested in some lowly mech like me-"

"C'mon D... don't be like that-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's the truth and you know it." D16 pushed himself off the wall and resumed his work. Wielding his tools with more force than necessary. The sharp ringing of metal against stone echoed throughout the cavern.

"Because there's gotta be more to life than just... this!" Orion protested, gesturing to their surroundings. "Don't you want to try and be more than what we're 'supposed' to be?-"

"What else are we supposed to be, then?!" D16 scowled, swinging his tool once more, causing a shower of sparks to fly up. The glow of the energon-flecked rock reflected off the planes of his face, casting deep shadows under his optics. For a brief moment, the harsh environment seemed to aged his otherwise youthful features. "We're miners! Built for this! Just because you have grand dreams and aspirations, doesn't mean the rest of us do!"

Orion flinched, pausing for moment before finding his voice again. "You're... not seriously gonna just admire this femme from afar...? I-I've seen the way you look at her. You adore her!-"

"It doesn't matter, Orion. She's far beyond me. I'm... just a simple miner, and she's a High Guard. There's no point in even entertaining the thought that I could ever... be with her."

"Why not? Who says you couldn't? You're just as good as any mech!-"

"Oh yeah! I'm sure she'd be enthralled by my rugged charm and the coal dust that's constantly clinging to my frame!" D16 bitterly laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet she'd swoon over the grease stains on my servos. And of course, the highlight! My endless stories of energon extraction- it just gets the femmes going every time! Clearly!"

Grinding away at the cavern wall, using the repetitive motion of his tools against the stone to distract him from the thoughts spinning through his processor. The dull ache in D16's servos felt like a welcomed relief compared to the turmoil in his spark. A small thorn of guilt pricked at his circuits, as he caught Orion's somber expression within the corner of his optic.

Both fell into a tense silence, the only sound of steady rhythmic clang of metal on stone dragging out till the end of their long shift.

---

Eventually the twelfth hour came to an end, D16 and Orion headed to the nearest exit along with their fellow miners. Grimy from the day's work, their servos stained and joins sore from exertion. D16 stretches lazily, trying to work out the kinks in his wiring, rolling his neck and shoulders as he walked beside Orion.

Raising an optic ridge, following his friend's gaze. D16's spark practically stutters when he spots you not far in the distance. A sweet smile framing your lips, as you spoke to another High Guard, your polished form standing out against the dingy backdrop of the mining station. D16's spark pulsed within it's chamber, sending zaps of electricity throughout his circuits, as if you're a magnet drawing him in. As you turned away from your fellow High Guard, the silver miner quickly avoided eye contact, secretly hoping you didn't notice him as he stared at the floor.

Hiding his mischievous smile, Orion slowed his pace a little. His gaze stubley peering up at you every so often, as the gap between you and his friend gradually closes. Secretly positioning himself slightly behind you, Orion quickly pushed you into D16.

His optics widen as you came crashing down on top of him, your sudden weight causing him to lose balance and fall onto his back with a surprised 'oof.'

"H-Hey! Watch where you're..." oh... Primus...

Subtle warmth slowly raised beneath his faceplates, as passers by raised an optic ridge at your... rather compromising position. Your tall yet slender frame caging D16 beneath you, while his servos hovered awkwardly above your waist.

"Ow..."

A jolt of electricity shot through him, a gasp slipping past his lips as your weight shifted onto his legs, straddling his lap. His servos itched towards your thighs, his amber optics watching the grime and dirt rub off onto your otherwise flawless paintwork. Quickly glancing up at you with an apologetic expression, as your optics flickered open.

"By the AllSpark! Are you ok?" your melody tone was filled with concern, as your soft gaze met his. "I-I honestly don't know what happened."

Taking a moment to collect himself, D16's servos involuntary slowly slid up and down your thighs. "I'm... I'm fine. No harm done... are you alright?"

A subtle heat rose to your faceplates, making them warm to the touch, as your optics flickered down at your thighs. Feeling the miner's calloused servos subconsciously caress your sooth metal.

Following your shy gaze, embarrassment flushed across D16's features. Quickly pulling his servos away and scrambling to sit up properly, his chassis brushing against yours. His optics nervously darting around, attempting to avoid your gaze while his spark wildly pulsed within its chamber.

Both raising onto your peds, and after a brief moment of hesitation. The miner's gaze slowly trailed up your form, as you brushed off the coal dust and grime.

"Primus... s-sorry about that." A pang of guilt struck his inner-circuits, while D16 fussed over you. His spark skipping a beat as you gave him a sweet smile. The warmth of your body made his processor go all fuzzy, not being able to string a single thought.

"Thank you-"

"D! There you are! I've been looking for you." Orion's cheerful voice interrupted. Pulling his usual warm smile, ignoring his friend's annoyed glare as Orion wrapped an arm around D16's shoulders. "Please forgive my clumsy friend, ma'am. If you'll allow it, he'd would like to properly apologize for this whole inconvenience. Perhaps over some energon? His treat, of course."

What?! D16's optics widened, as his glare narrowed onto his friend. For sparks sake, Orion! Now isn't the time to conjure up one of your 'master plans!'

You held up your servos. "Oh... that's very sweet. But he doesn't-"

"Nonsense. He insists. Right, buddy?"

Not wanting to bring anymore attention, than Orion already did. D16 slowly nodded, as an irritated huff escaped him.

His optics flickered towards you, as your sweet chuckles came to his audio receivers. Clearly finding somewhat some form of amusement, as the miner obviously looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Very well... if he insists. U-Um... when?"

"How about this evening?" Orion's smile widened, clapping a hand upon D16's shoulder, who subtly cringed under his friend's touch. "D knows a great energon bar down the way, The Cranked Gear. Very laid-back atmosphere, perfect for a casual... meeting."

The warmth beneath D16's plates rose, as he caught a glimpse of your sweet smile. Your soft gaze roaming over his frame, "sounds great. See you later... D."

"What. The. Fragg was that?!" the silver miner snapped once you were out of earshot. A mixture of disbelief and frustration etched into his faceplates, "you set me up!"

"Hey... I was just trying to help." Orion held up his servos in surrender. "Plus, it proves you have a chance with her-"

"Are you kidding me? There's no chance!" D16 threw his servos up in exasperation, his inner-circuits coiling with tension. "She's a High Guard. I'm a cogless miner-bot. We're practically from different worlds! What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and make a fool of myself?"

A weak smile came to Orion, shrugging as he tried to give D16 some form of reassurance. "From... what I've heard. You kinda just... sit there and talk when you're on a date."

"Gee, thanks for the helpful advice." D16 frowned, his tone dripping in sarcasm. "I'll just sit there and chat about the weather and my thrilling work in energon extraction." A low groan escaped his lips, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know why or how I let you talk me into things, y'know..." This is gonna be a disaster.

Later That Evening

Rocking upon his heels, shifting nervously from pede to pede. A subtle hopeful expression etched upon his features, as D16 glanced around for you.

No sign of her yet...

Taking a deep breath, trying to steady his spark and nerves. While his processor ran through potential conversation topics, attempting to prepare something interesting to say. A sigh escaping his lips, as D16 looked down at himself, suddenly hyper-aware of his frame. His rough, dull plating starkly stood out against the sleek finish of the other mechs in the vicinity.

Hopefully... she's not too put off by my rough exterior-

"Good evening... hopefully you haven't been waiting long."

Your soft tone snapped him out of his thoughts, his wide eyed stare roaming over your newly polished figure. "No! Uh, I mean... no. I just got here... you look..."

"What...?" you quickly looked down at yourself. Examining particular spots over your frame, "do I still have coal dust on me or something?"

"No! No! You look good. Great, even. Better than great!" fragging idiot. "Um... shall we...?"

Giving him a brief smile, you followed D16's lead into the bar. Sunken ceiling lights lit the area with a warm, gentle hue. The atmosphere bustling with chatter and laughter. Making your way through the clutter of tables and chairs, D16 could practically feel the surprised and confused expressions of the patrons, as they took in your presence.

He knew that the pair of you must make quite the duo, a miner and a High Guard. While guiding the way through the bar, his optics narrowed onto the nearest bots, silently daring them to say something. Leading you to a more secluded booth in the far corner, the lights became slightly more dim, creating more intimate feel. While the patrons chatter reduced to lulled muffle.

Your smile slightly widened, as D16 pulled out a seat for you. Politely waiting til you were settled before taking a seat opposite you.

"So... uh... how was your day?" his voice was uncharacteristically low, while his digits anxiously fidgeted wit the edge of the table. Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? Come on!

"Um... alright. Nothing out of the ordinary."

The awkward tension slowly eased into the space between you, as D16's processor scrambled for a new topic.

"That's good... My shift down in the mines was pretty normal. Just the... usual amount of ore. No issues with the equipment- well, one drill malfunctioned. But we fixed it quick enough."

D16's spark nervously pulsed through his wires, as you flashed him a weak smile. Replying with a simple nod, "oh... um, sounds... eventful? Would you... like to order some energon?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I, uh, should probably warn you though. The stuff they serve here isn't exactly the most refined. It's... got a kind of a bite to it."

After answering with shrug, D16 took the cue to approach the nearby bar. The bartender passed him the drinks with a knowing glance, only to be greeted with the miner's glare in return. Knowing full well that the whole bar was undoubtedly watching him, make his way back to you.

Settling himself back into his seat, carefully sliding your drink towards you. As he took a sip from his own, the smooth taste a momentary distraction from the awkward tension.

Noticing your half-hearted smile, a pang of guilt thumped within his spark. This a complete fragging diseater! Why can't I say anything? I can practically feel this whole thing already crashing and burning in front of me!-

"What's... that on your shoulder?"

"Huh?" D16 followed your gaze, briefly noticing you pausing from your drink. A subtle warmth radiated beneath his faceplates as embarrassment swept through his frame. "Oh, uh, that's just... a sticker. My friend, Orion put it there a while ago, and I... forgot to remove it-"

"Oh no. Don't remove it." The tone of your voice peaked a little, as your gaze softened. Admiring the sticker's holographic shine. "It looks good on you. You should see my stasis pod in my private quarters."

A shy smile lit up his features, as D16's spark fluttered within it's chamber. "Y-You... you think so? I, uh... I appreciate that. And... what's on your stasis pod?"

"My favorite, Solus Prime. But I promise it's only a small sticker."

"Ah, a Solus fan, eh?" a small chuckle escaped his lips. Optics shining with a glimmer of amusement. "Not too shabby. Can't blame you, she was a badass warrior. And... only a small sticker, you say?"

Holding up your servo, almost pinching the air between your thumb and index digit. "This small. Nothing too crazy."

"Oh, phew." A light laugh escaped his lips, as D16 mockly wiped an invisible bead of condensation upon his forehelm. "I was worried you had her face on a full sized wall mural. But just a little sticker? That's much more reasonable."

Your sweet chuckles rung through the air between the pair of you, like a sweet melody. Lifting the awkwardness that lingered before, finally giving him the chance to actually feel connected with you.

Feeling a bit more emboldened, D16 continued. "Seriously. Solus is a solid choice. But I'd have to go with Megatronus, personally."

Raising an optic ridge, while tilting your helm to the side. "What draws to you him?"

Leaning back in his seat, a look of admiration sparkled within his optics. "Well, apart from being the most fearsome warrior in Cybertron's history. He was also a brilliant strategist! He could take on any opponent and come out on top! Plus, he's just... so incredibly powerful. Unstoppable really! I guess I've... always looked up to him for that kind of strength."

A small smile teased the corner of your lips, trying to hide it behind your cup. "That's very true. I gotta admit that he's a total badass."

"Oh. He's definitely a badass! I remember reading tales about his battles against the Quintessons, and let me tell you. They're the stuff of legend! He could take on an entire army by himself and come out with nothing but a scratch."

"Careful." Your teasing tone purred. "Your fanboy is showing."

The warmth beneath his faceplates grow even more, as embarrassment crept back into his frame. Clearing his vocal processor, attempting to return to his usual demeanor while his spark skipped a beat. "What? I'm just stating facts."

Taking the last sip from your drink, your soft gaze trailed down his chassis. D16 subconsciously shifts his body, covering his cogless chamber. His spark pulsing more, avoiding your gaze while taking another mouthful of his drink.

A lull ache pulsed throughout your frame, guilt jabbing your at your spark. "Forgive me... I-I shouldn't have starred-"

"It's... It's fine." The lull ache within you begun to painfully prick at your spark, as D16's words held a more rougher edge than he intended. "You were just curious. I don't blame you."

A subtle blanket of awkward silence slowly crept back into the air, as hesitation temporarily stole your words. A flicker of surprise flashed within D16's optics, as his soft gaze noticed your servo edging closer to him across the table. Breath almost got stuck in his vents as he met your optics, the colour shining with genuine curiosity and a hint of compassion.

The question swirling within your processor, softly escaped your lips in just above a whisper. "Can I...?"

Answering with a simple nod. D16 flinched slightly as you touched his cogless chamber, as if bracing himself for judgement or ridicule. Yet your expression remained soft, a hint of... affection? Flickering within your optics. As your digits gently traced the otter rim of his circular chamber, a strange sense of comfort washed over him. The gesture surprisingly tender, as he found himself relaxing under your touch.

"It's... It's a pretty pathetic sight... isn't it?"

Another prang of guilt pulsed throughout your inner-circuits, as you picked up the subtle shame hiding within D16's words. "What? No! No, of course not. Just... different..."

"Different? That's one way to put it." D16's tone held a bitter edge, while a scoff escaped him. "I mean... look at me. A cogless miner bot. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian."

Great... Hanging his head low, a heavy sigh escaped him. Why did you steer the conversation in that direction? You idiot!-

Crunch!

Snap!

D16's optics widened as he witnessed you tear away a small section of your forearm. His puzzled gaze flickering to the soft smile upon your lips, your optics shining with kindness as an idea crossed your processor.

"Wait! What are you doing?-"

Your soft smile, sweetened as you leaned back in your seat. Purposely positioning yourself just out of his reach, while you worked on the scrap piece of metal. Only taking a few moments to flatten it, using the table's edge to smooth and round off the edges, before holding up the now makeshift disk for inspection.

"I... know it's not real." D16's spark fluttered within his chassis, as his wide optics met your loving gaze. His breath hitching as you reached across the table, placing the makeshift disk into his empty cog chamber. "But maybe... a part of me could be... your 'cog?'"

Staring down at the makeshift 'cog' which now rested in the chamber, a hopeful pulse beat through your inner circuits as your spark skipped.

For a moment, he couldn't find the words to express the swirling emotions within his spark. Surprise, gratitude, affection... They all crashed together in a wonderful mess.

"I-I... I don't know what to say. This is..." D16 slowly placed a servo over his cog chamber, feeling the shape of his new 'cog' inside.

The act itself wasn't just incredibly kind but... surprisingly intimate. The fact that you would willingly give up a part of yourself for him. To make him feel more... complete.

I-I... would never believed... never have imagined...

H-Have I... overstepped somehow? You nervously swallowed a lump in your vocal processor. Was it too much?

But the invisible tug upon the corners of his lips, was enough to slowly calm your racing spark. For he couldn't help but stare at you in quiet awe, as D16's processor still reel from your act. He gently reached a servo across the table, resting it atop your own. A silent gesture of gratitude and affection, while his optics met yours.

"Th-This... was unexpected- wonderful! Thoughtful! But just... unexpected..." he lowly spoke. "How could I ever thank you?"

"Well..." your sweet smile turned slightly flirty, as your thumb caressed D16's knuckles. "Maybe... you could demonstrate your strength to me? I... heard miners are strong."

D16's faceplates heats up at your flirtatious tone, a rush of nervous excitement tingles pulsed throughout his frame.

"O-Oh..." his amber optics glanced around the bar, making sure nobody was eavesdropping as he returned your smile. "And... how would you like me to demonstrate that? Perhaps somewhere more... private?"

Butterflies entangled your wires, as D16's servo took yours in a slightly tighter grip. "Where did you have in mind?"

His breath hitched a little, feeling you checking him out. The touch of your servo beneath his sent a shiver through his circuits. Gradual confidence filled his spark, as he leaned in a bit further, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "I know a secluded spot not too far from here. It'll give us all the privacy we need for a... rigorous demonstration."

"Sounds perfect."

D16 gives you a sly smile, his frame buzzing with anticipation as you softly bit your bottom lip. Sliding out of the booth, his optics meeting yours. Extending a servo out to you, a silent offer to follow him. "This way gorgeous."