#thundercracker's just less of one

[devischaotic]

Been getting super into Transformers recently and decided to make up some concepts of my favorite three plane idiots for some stuff me and the bros have been working on. I'm an absolute sucker for the G1, Bayverse, and Prime designs, so this is just me trying to find the right way to stick them all together

[rabotimagines]

"Good job" GN BOT Reader x Trailbreaker, Optimus, Bumblebee, Red Alert, Soundwave, Thundercracker, Starscream, Megatron

Summary: You tell your significant other good job and kiss his cheek.

Genre/Theme: Romantic fluff!

Warnings: Aftermath of Megatron inflicted violence in Strascream's

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Cybertronian reader, I'm casually referencing G1 episodes here and there.

Trailbreaker sparkdamn near collapses after Cosmos gave him the go-ahead to drop his force field. He doesn't manage to catch himself before his legs refuse to follow his equilibrium center and keep himself up right. He crashes into someone who quickly makes an effort to keep him upwards. Brawn is on his other side helping support him, too. Primus, Trailbreaker can't feel a lot of his frame right now. And to say he was exhausted would be putting it softly.

Trailbreaker registers your helm kibble and lately realizes it's you on his other side only when you kiss him on the cheek. "Good job." You praise him, and your em field is caressing his frame. If Trailbreaker had the energy right now, his optics would be burning hot. But there is a warm ball settling in his spark from your affection that gives Trailbreaker enough energy to smile and weakly chuckle. Trailbreakers just glad you all didn't die in a burning inferno. Trailbreakers' servo is grasped onto your pauldron and he lets his own em field drag along your frame.

Hopefully, you guys can kick Decepticon tailpipe fast. Because Trailbreaker needed to enter recharge badly. Preferably with his helm on your chassis.

-

Optimus sinks into his chair with a thunk. His frame is heavy and much too warn out after the days events. You'd all almost died, and none of you would have been able to avert it if it wasn't for Trailbreaker's quick thinking. He's still getting through the multiple apologies from the various human leaders, for almost accidentally condemning you all to such an unjust fate. Optimus sighed when he recalled the insults, and things shouted at them from the humans when they'd believed the fake evidence.

Optimus straightens his frame out when you enter his office. He nods and picks up a data pad to continue reading where he left off. You place an energon cube on his desk, and Optimus is about to rightfully thank you for it. But you're suddenly lightly guiding his helm. The soft press of your derma against the side of Optimus's battle mask had his finials perking back straight like they're supposed to be. "Good job." You praise him, and the next soft sigh out of Optimus makes his chassis leagues lighter.

"Thank you, love." Optimus mummers when you slowly pull away, one of his servos finding your arm and squeezing lightly. Optimus would finish this sooner than later now that he remembered he had more important matters to attend to...

-

Bumblebee's struts were killing him after that tornado he charged into. He's glad the plan worked anyway, and Auggie wasn't as big as an aft as he could've been. So the charities actually got something to split. But right now everything ached and after getting cleared by Hoist he tracked out and found you waiting for him in the hallway. Bumblebee was catching you up on the Insanity you'd just missed, ending his recap with how the charities only got something because of Auggie.

Bumblebee's not really paying as much attention as he usually would be because he's really tired. So he's surprised when your arm gets tossed over his pauldrons. Your arm crooks, and you dragged his frame close against your own. Bumblebee cycles his optics when you press close to kiss his cheek. "Good job." Bumblebee's optics brighten, and his plating fluffs under your affections. The ache is less obvious under the attention of your warm em field.

Bumblebee laughs, a smile making its way onto his face. "Aw, shucks-" Bumblebee readily leans against your own frame. He didn't know what he'd do without you sometimes.

-

Red Alert's processor is finally re-calibrated to account for his own heightened sensors and his own glitch. Ratchet and Hoist both granted him clearance to leave. On the condition, he is off duty for the next two cycles to rest and recover. The thought only makes Red Alert panic, because what were they supposed to do in the meantime while he was gone!? No one would be taking the necessary security measures like he would, and they could very well be infiltrated! All because he let himself be tricked by Starscream of all bots!

He's marching through the hallway towards his habsuite, trying to think of something to combat the coming major security risk. And a bot comes around the corner and Red Alert jerks so he doesn't crash into them- he almost barks out they state their Autobot ID but realizes it's you when you advance further and- your derma presses soft onto the side of his faceplate and you pull back. "Good job." Red Alerts sensors fizzle, and when he comprehends what you'd said, he asks for clarification. You just cycle your optics as if he's the unreasonable one here. "For doing the right thing at the end."

Red Alert's glitch fizzles into a dull hum when the affection starts burning in his frame. "You- I-" He suddenly can't find what to say but you just smile and offer a servo out to him. He takes it, and you start leading him on the path towards your own habsuite. Maybe he could just send a few dozen debriefs while he was forced to rest...

-

Soundwave was not an easy mech to wear down. But right now, he was practically just his struts at this point. The giant flying ship Megatron had them built was rerouted to directly on top of the nemesis... as it was crashing. Sealing the breaches themselves was their own task and a half. The ship only had so many fail safes for armor breaches. The other was even rounding up the Decepticons to hurry and save their base from becoming utterly and completely flooded. Soundwave had gotten into arguments with others, been threatened, and had to pull leagues of saved blackmail. But the nemesis was not in mortal danger anymore.

Soundwave tapped out the next orders he was sending out via his datapad. A frame made its way towards him out of the edge of his visors compression. Lazerbeak, who was on his paldron, did not react in any way, so he'd assumed he would be fine continuing to focus on his work. So when two servos grasp the sides of his helm, Soundwave freezes and preemptively resigns himself to probably being thrown across the room. Only he's tugged and- derma press against the side of his mask, and Soundwave realizes it's you when your em field touches him. "Good job." You murmur, and Soundwave's plating flattens back out.

Soundwave can't stop the hum of a sound in his vocalizor when his chassis warms with tenderness. Lazerbeak jumped from one of his pauldrons to his other and leaned over for a kiss, too. You obliged, and Lazerbeak hums a sound much like Soundwave's own. Soundwave could give himself a much needed break after this joor. He deserved it after all...

-

Thundercracker was going to put a dent or two into Starscream if he sees him any time soon! Couldn't keep Thundercracker out of his schemes for two klicks! Then Skyfire shows back up alive, and Starscream decides to act even more reckless than usual. Even after Thundercracker told him to keep him out of his slag! But no! He had to try and make Thundercracker screw up guarding the artifact and almost get them both slagged by the Autobots at the same time! Thundercrackers marching his way to the flight deck because he needed to go for a fly before his weapon system engaged the next time he got even slightly angrier.

Thundercracker almost runs into a bot on a hallway corner, and his wings slant even further, promising violence, and he bares his denta. Only his wings re correct, and his optics widen when he realizes it's you. Before he can mutter out anything, you step even closer and grab his face. Thundercracker lets you lead his frame, and you plant a kiss right on the side of his cheek. "Good job." You tell him and pull away, your em field smoothing the puffed plating down on his front.

Thundercracker's system disengages with its attempt to start up his battle measures. His plating slacks all at once, and his pauldrons drop and loosen along with the rest of his frame. And Thundercrackers suddenly very tired instead of raging so hard it felt like his spark was about to burst. Thundercracker sighs, and you just grab his servo and start leading him back towards his habsuite. Primus, Thundercracker needed to lie down, maybe with his helm in your lap...

-

Starscream huffed, the sound coming out like the plating being scraped right off a bot. Oh, go get the footage reel, Strascream! We won't tell you there's more than one reel till you get back! How the frag was Strascream supposed to know anything about there being a backup!? He had to push his next assassination attempt up a bit further as a "thank you" for Megatrons' kindness in only ripping his entire vocalizor and half his throat right out of him.

New movement made him sneer in the general direction of whoever It was who just entered the med bay. The touch of a familiar em field made his plating slack back down slightly. You made it to his side, and Strascream didn't bother looking your way, too busy scheming (and not wanting to see whatever expression was on your faceplate). Your servos tilted his face gently to the side, and your derma pressed against his cheek. "Good job." You muttered while your other servo moved by his wing and traced the edge of it. Starscream's plating fluffs then flattens even further than before. A very minute sliver of his rage shimmers out to make room for some sliver of fondness.

He then huffs again the sound just as splitting as before from his broken parts. Starscream looks away from your optics quickly to scowl at the wall instead. He wants to rant and rave to you, but he'll have to settle for seething silently by your side for now...

-

Megatron sits down on his chair with a heavy sound, with his servo coming up to pinch the edge of his olfactory right between his optics. The battle and mistakes of the day that nearly lead to you all blowing up alongside this sparkdamn rock. A quick biting of glossia, temporary alliance, and panicking, and you all were no longer going to die in a plant wide explosion. He should have accounted for Devastators pension for- stupidity. Apparently they'd shorted his logic center in the fight for control of him, but he should have seen that coming regardless. But instead, that careless mistake smashed right through the escape plans and almost killed everyone. The door opening doesn't make him glance because whoever It was should know better to come in uninvited without a sparkdamn good reason for it.

Your em field drags along his back when you get closer, and his plating rattles a touch when he huffs in realization. You're on his side, and your servos drag his faceplate towards you. Your derma presses soft against the side right where his helm ends and meets his cheek. "Good job," you say and Megatron levels you with a look that he knows says more than just his displeasure. You aren't intimidated by it, continuing on regardless. "Don't pout at me. You still sent a lot of energon back to Cybertron."

He- supposed you had a point. It did end up a disaster and nearly a deadly disaster. But a large amount of energon was still acquired and sent off to Cybertron before it had gone badly. Which means more time before anyone on Cybertron would starve. Megatron's expression loosens a touch before he grabs you by your waist to drag you into sitting on his lap. (He still does this on the off chance you are larger than him). Megatron had more plans to make, and he can make them with your em field brushing along him.

[smallestapplin]

Mmhmm the Harem is back and am aughhhhh ok Decepticons turn next on how far can they make reader squirt

Honestly who doesn’t want a harem of cybertronians, all desperate to mark you and make you theirs? Each trying to one up the other can cause conflict, but it certainly gets taken out on your pussy.

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You are simply fascinating, addicting even, every new thing they learn of you and your body certainly sends the ship into a feeding frenzy. You lost your mind ages ago, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cry out Megatron’s name, his spike is too much, yet he is on a mission to make you squirt again and again.

Your pussy can only handle so much, and yet you know the audience around you isn’t very patient. You can already hear the Impatient movements from your beloved Seekers, yet they are your most spoiled, second only to Megatron.

“You make quite the pretty mess. Taking spike like it’s what you were made for.”

It’s agonizing, it hurts so good, he’s still far too big for your human body yet that stops him none. The warlord wants nothing more than to feel your organic valve clench around him- yes yes, just like that! Squeezing him so tightly, milking his spike of hsi transfluid.

And for your patheic consorts around to know just who gets your valve so sloppy and gushing. You whine pitifully as Megatron pulls you off his spike, letting his spent drip from your well loved hole, making such a mess. In an act usually reserved for private, he gently takes his thumb and wipes some sweat from your face, chuckling as you melt into him.

“You’re hogging them mo-“ starscream’s loud complaining was swiftly cut short but Skywarp and Thundercracker, slamming servos over his intake

“Shh!”

“Shut up or we’ll have to wait longer!”

Such a devious idea indeed.

“Shockwave, Soundwave, I shall allow you two a turn, I don’t care how you choose.”

Megatron’s announcement leaves the seekers grumbling and cursing starscream in Cybertronian which you can barely understand, not that you have time when a very excited Soundwave is taking you from your Conjunx. You try to adjust to being lifted in the air, only to feel Shockwave stand behind you.

Even mass displaced the two are still much, much bigger than you.

“I say we run an experiment, how much can you take?”

You whimper at the mere thought as Soundwave slowly pushing his already throbbing spike into you, recording your sweet whine. You’re already so sensitive from Megatron’s use, you didn’t even know you could squirt much less that many times! But the entire ship seems destine to break your pussy in.

Feeling Shockwave’s heavy spike against your back, you prepare and ready yourself from the prep he’s going to give your ass, just as you can faintly hear Megatron take a call, you can’t make out the voices too well, perhaps a feminine one and a few masculine ones.

“Don’t break them too much, I’ve missed our little human.”

Soundwave groans, his helm tilting back as you clench around him, seems hearing Arachnia’s words got you needy once more.

If Shockwave could hurry up he could please you, make you overload more and more, record you up close and watch your pretty human valve cream on his spike, to see you squirt.

He needs it.

Hell, the entire decepticon crew seems to need it, and yet he doesn’t feel bad about dozens missing this cause they were sent out on missions, it gives him more time with you, and more time to rub it in each of their face plates.

[zorangezest]

omg pls talk about skybound soundwave hes so lovely hes so evil. Ive been gushing about starscream and this latest issue with them its so perfectly awful <<33

OH SKYBOUND….THE COMICS THAT YOU ARE…….

im just. THE WRITING IN THIS SERIES??? EVERY character thematic is getting nailed in the head, optimus’s melancholy, arcee’s rage, beachcomber’s philosophy, DUDE I WAS GAGGED AT HOW GOOD THAT BEACHCOMBER ISSUE WAS…how he chose not to revive everyone because he knew they carried the war wherever they went im just. Insane??? And Optimus?? Optimus in this series?? His character has always felt like the sage serious leader but in Skybound he just has so much….heaviness? It reads so well that he carries a quiet sadness all the time. THAT SCENE WITH HIM AND ELITA WHEN HE HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN EARTH AND CYBERTRON??? OK KICK ME IN THE GUTS WHILE IM DOWN WHY DONT YOU SKYBOUND???

And soundwave……Bro……..SOUNDWAVE……….…I JUST……………soundwave’s character has always been for a backdoors-background role, communications officer and all the nitty gritty finer workings behind the scenes, quiet and passive and going along with the narrative wherever it takes him—his character always feels guided along by the tomfoolery of the rest of the ensemble. but skybound made him such an active brutal threat like dude. they slapped him right on the frontlines killed off his cat for ten-something issues straight up had him rip out starscream’s guts and declare himself the leader. lies and cheats the favour of thundercracker and preaches his deluded greater good by razing everything lesser in his way to the ground. dude. he is evil. he burns cities. he is delusional. I haven’t seen a take on soundwave’s character before that ever made him so loud about being evil. I would fight for skybound like they were my country

NOT EVEN TO MENTION THE WHOLE DYNAMIC HE HAS WITH HS CASSETTES DUDE I THINK SKYBOUND WAS THE FIRST TIME HE WAS EVER EXPLICITLY REFERRED TO AS A FATHER TO THEM. BY MEGATRON NO LESS. HUGE. ABSOLUTELY HUGE FOR SOUNDWAVE NATION (ME) (I AM THE NATION) rest in pieces frenzy you were not the favourite child LMAO the emphasis they put on the familial themes of soundwave character is so very upfront HE STRAIGHT UP CALLS THEM. A FAMILY. KILLING MYSELF. ENGRAVING THE SKYBOUND WRITERS ON MY COMMEMORATIVE PYRAMID. ITS LIKE THIS SERIES WAS MADE FOR ME. THEY GAVE SOUNDWAVE BITE AND SASS

also can I just say starscream and soundwave have my favourite dynamic. they hate each other so much it’s so funny

and now that megatron’s back in the picture OUGHHHHHH. OUUUHGGGGGG OUUGHHHGGG. i am so so curious with this recent reveal that he can mind control his wielders. what does that mean for soundwave?? Does it mean everything?? Does it mean nothing at all?? I FEEL SO BAD FOR STARSCREAM OF ALL THE CHARACTERS BRO GOT TRASHED BY SOUNDWAVE AND THEN TRASHED BY MEGATRON. BRO DIDNT EVEN WANT TO DO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE GET HIM OUTTT. somehow, incredibly, skybound made it so that soundwave has more deeper rooted evil than starscream and I for one am SEATTTEDDDDDDDD

like when I read this part for the first time i think I laughed out loud he just looks so miserable. bro is an instrument for someone else’s destruction and he’s having the worst time of his life

also!! skybound gave this panel to the world which is pretty much what the inside of my head has sounded like for six months

while I’m at it can I just….the art style for skybound ohhhh my god. The heavy gritty inking, the incredible, incredible stylized sfx, the vibrant colours they use for backgrounds and for palettes. This is my favourite art style of any comic series I’ve read recently and it’s such a huge inspiration (the big ol switcheroo fight comic was heavilyyyyy inspired by how skybound stylizes sfx and colours….) i just cant get enough of it. The way texture is hatched the way they made these clunky metal robots so fluid and expressive…..

also I just. Really love how they draw cliffjumper specifically. like this is a 50 year old man with a retirement plan

that’s a long textpost!! Wow!! the brainrot is Terminal!! round of applause skybound for making soundwave the Warmongering Maniac he deserves to be!! i am extremely stoked to see what’s in store for our dear characters!!

[revelboo]

Alright which fragger is gonna be the one who starts spreading human valve is good propaganda? Wheeljack and Constructicons are builders for human houses. I’m imagining a little catalogue or file being sent spread anonymously to all the bots on earth and more about human mate and their needs. Primus, is Optimus going to the leader who first ends up with a interface/sex scandal? Walked/ran on by humans and doing a psa about it, or is going back for double points for Megatron and being sparked up by a human? Regardless the G1/IDW Revelbooverse is unhinged and I love it. Thank you for giving us this gorgeous Fuckery.

I’m just having fun, but honestly, I can see Thundercracker writing and anonymously sending out a human care manual just on blast. Bots and Cons both

So You Have A Human

Thundercracker x Reader

So you have a human or are thinking of acquiring one. Stop. Humans require a lot of care and attention. They’re social and need to be kept entertained. Before committing to finding a human, maybe use a holomatter avatar to go out among them and observe. Don’t try to touch or grab them, though. They will attack. Another less hands on way to research is to check out human media.

If you’ve decided you do want a human partner, understand how fragile they are. They scare easily, so understand how intimidating you are. You’re much bigger than they are. Don’t pick them up by their limbs or you can break those delicate bones. Cup them in your hands, keeping your grip loose so they don’t panic, but not so loose they can wiggle free and fall. They’ll die if they fall out of your hands. Don’t chase them down, you can actually scare humans to death as strange as that sounds.

Humans need organic foodstuffs and access to clean water. Just because something is organic, doesn’t mean that they can consume it. Please, find and retrieve foodstuffs meant for human consumption, don’t scavenge in the outdoors for them. They’re picky eaters.

Is your human a bit skittish? They tend to be cold in temperatures comfortable to Cybertronians, so coax your human into sleeping on your chassis. It gets them used to you much faster, letting them get comfortable with the sound of your spark. Make sure you talk to them. Ask them questions and get to know them. They need to socialize.

Interfacing with organics is taboo. And that’s an outdated belief. Humans are amazing. Court your human with little treats. Flowers. Snacks. Some of them adore sparkly ornaments. But make your intentions clear. Don’t just whip out your spike and hope for the best. Build a relationship first.

So you’ve successfully won your human over and you’re both comfortable with each other. Time to mass shift to their level. Humans kiss like we do. They interface like we do. Take your time exploring your partner with servos and your mouth. Try to take it slow so you don’t overwhelm them, because even mass shifted, Cybertronians are still much bigger.

Humans are incredibly flexible, but be sure to check with your human frequently. Make sure they’re comfortable. You’ll need to be patient, and properly prepare your human before you can-

• Head lifting sleepily from where you’re sprawled on him, you reach to tap a finger against the datapad he’s frantically typing alien glyphs on. “What are you smiling about?” Oh. Now he’s embarrassed, wings shifting at his back where they’re partially pinned under him. What is he writing? Because he’s acting like he got caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing, won’t even meet your eyes. “Alright. Keep your secrets, but if you’re writing smut about us, you better change our names.”

• Reaching to stroke your cheek, he saves his work and sets it aside. And mass shifts, smiling when you gasp and grab at him. “It’s not like that. I just- there’s a lot of us with humans now and I thought I’d explain some stuff. You know, so there’s not any mistakes or accidents. Misunderstandings.” And you lean up on him, mouth brushing his. Servos threading into your hair as his other hand rests on your hip. Because this means everything. This intimacy.

• “As long as you’re not encouraging your people to go snatch mine,” you say, lips ghosting over his before you sit up on him. “You’re not, right?” And he immediately shakes his head, the tension spilling out of you. A little heads up on taking care of humans definitely couldn’t hurt. You know there are other humans here, but the Decepticons are weirdly protective of their humans and don’t seem to trust each other that much. “I still want to round all the humans here up. Humans need other humans. No offense.” His palm slides up your side, touch almost reverent.

• “I’m trying,” he replies. Because for you? If you need to spend time with other humans, he wants you to. Wants you to have whatever you want. “You know I’d do anything for you.” Loves you too much to deny you anything.

[mechncheese]

Do you have any tips for drawing transformers/simplifying transformer designs :0?? Your art retains their 3-dimensionality without sacrificing their posability and all this while using 'simple' looking shapes, it's genuinely very satisfying to look at

Thank you ! One of the biggest challenges for me when I first got into drawing transformers was trying to keep their movement from being too stiff while keeping their design robot-like so I'm glad that it reads as fluid to people !

I'm used to drawing organic characters, working with simpler designs, and emphasizing movement and flow so this was definitely new territory for me !

I'll talk about my simplification process below !

The easiest way to go about simplifying transformer designs is reducing them to their basic shapes and then building them back up. You can see it a lot in G1. Since G1 characters are designed to be animated (and also look like toys) they can't make their designs too complex so it makes a good starting point when breaking bots down.

The comic designs are a different story. Because it's a different medium, artists can go ham with details.

IDW Thundercracker has a lot going on ! You can see all his mechanics and joints, he looks a bit overwhelming to draw !

G1 Thundercracker is more blocky and simplified, definitely less intimidating to draw, he's mostly just cubes

When I simplify transformers, I break them down and then gradually add details. I think about it like carving out a statue, you have your block of marble and you carve out details until you're happy. You definitely do NOT need to draw every detail, I always leave out a bunch of detailed parts in favor of simplicity.

Let's simplify IDW Thundercracker, if you break him down into shapes, he is also just cubes. The red underneath is my initial sketch and the blue outline is just there to show the shapes.

It also helps to have an understanding of perspective and the way 3D shapes work.

I'd say this is the base for him ! He follows almost the same base as g1, we're keeping it blocky but I do take liberty to taper parts of the body like towards the knees and or along the arms to give my pose some fluidity. Then we shove on his details bit by bit

A lot of it is just picking and choosing design elements you like about a character and finding ways to make it fit onto the design. Thundercracker's IDW design has these cool ribs that go along his torso and I tried to include that while simplifying it.

Something I try to avoid is shoving as Many details as possible onto a design. It can make the design look cluttered and busy and that might be good if that's what you're going for but it's just not for me. I find that more details make it harder to pose my robots so I keep it minimal.

Applying color also gives you a good look at how much room your design has. Here's TC colored !

I could stop here and call him done but I think he looks a bit too spacious so I'm going to add some more details. Here's where I get a bit wild and kind of just do what I want. For me, the references are a base and as I get further along down the design I add seasoning to taste. More plating, different hues and colors, bits and baubles, and artistic flare. Here's where I wind up !

I'm happy with this ! I think Anymore detail and he would be a bit too cluttered (his wings are already reaching the Clutter Point for me)

As you draw more and more designs you'll develop an eye for what you like ! The world is your oyster and you can always go back and redesign/adjust !

[lexicorp]

Here to politely request your version of the Seeker Boys lore 🙏, if you feel so inclined as to share

[i got distracting doodling the sillies but i am /so/ inclined sdfnwifb]

So FIRST! we got Starscream! (youngest)

as you can see, he absolutely has his shit together :>

When it comes to his mentor Cryak, I tend to think of this fic by zeropro which i def recommend. After separated himself from her, he found himself enlisting in the Elite Guard of Vos. He quickly rose in the ranks, and met Thundercracker and Skywarp there, where the three rose up together as Starscream became the leader of the guard, much like in TF1. Overtime, the essentially police work, and monotonous servitude to the Primes got Starscream antsy. He didn't like how they were dismissed and given all the shit jobs the prissy higher ups didn't want. So, he decided to try and get into the Academy, since his time with Cryak had instilled an interest in such scientific endeavors. He managed to get in, juggling school and his work. He also met Skyfire of course (I wont delve too much into that part cuz it'd get p long-), aaaaand it was going great, with exhibitions to other planets in search of energon and possible settlements. But then on one to Urth back in da day, Skyfire was lost to the storm, and Starscream was forced to return without him despite his efforts. He was expelled from the school because of this on the basis of negligence essentially (they were itching for a reason to kick him out).

All that leads to when the next time he goes to a gladiator fight with warp and thunder to see the self proclaimed Megatron (prev D-16) in the ring as they often did, when Megs began his speech about how the system with the miners is screwed up, prejudice running rampant, and how shit needs to change: Starscream starts getting hella deep into that shit. Cuz he's pissed af now. He started meeting with megatron and openly supporting him as he was still the leader of the Elite Guard. Funding campaigns and giving information. This behavior got him flack from biches like Sentinel (more passive aggressive cuz that hoe had his own plans), and also the Primes, who were convinced that the system they had was necessary and tried to talk to him many times and when he tried to convince /them/ to change shit and set up mtgs for Megs, they wouldn't rlly listen (or their compromises were mediocre).

At that point in the lore, Megs and Star had an actually pretty good relationship for the most part. Even if Megs often prioritized Orion and their plans, and often would twist stars advice to make it sound like he had actually come up with it (Star brushed those things aside cuz he did admire Megatron and felt he had more right to organize this front from his background. His aft got gaslit and gaslit himself fr fr).

Star, Warp, and Thunder were generally on the same page then too. Warp hella down for usurping the government, and Thunder riding the high of his brothers' energy and wanting to support them.

Then, whole shit goes down of Sentinel and his accomplice assassinate the Primes (is framed as an accident and he tries to come back like oh yeah, I'm in charge now, so sad, much mourning). Starscream suspects it was bullshit, and he and Megatron plan to murder dat bich. Orion is against it of course, but follows them to continue to try and convince them to stop. How it ends, is Megatron gutting sentinel, and attempting to take the mattrix from him, but it denies him and chooses orion, which pisses him off. (detailing that would bleed more into Megs lore soo anyway-) Starscream was honestly like "wtf", and just follows Megatron out when Prime tells them to leave.

Then it goes into the war era, with Megatron rallying the Decepticons into a full ass force and announcing his plans to fuck shit up, and challenging Optimus. This is when Star and Meg's relationship starts going to shit. things get progressively worse and worse through the war, as Starscream is listened to less and less, and they get into fights often. This then starts reflecting onto his relationship with his brothers. At first, Starscream was decent at coming to them to rant or ask for assistance, but as Warp would show favoritism to Megs, and Thunder would tell him to just play it safe instead of starting fights, Starscream got more and more distant and bitter.

Oh! Also theres the fun Outlier factor where I imagine Star's is like super healing coded. Has a high ass damage threshold and very energy efficient (which can lead to him forgetting to fuel). The extreme end of this ability activates upon death, where his spark will hard deny separation and jumpstart his aft to life again and will try its best to heal his frame back to a functioning level. (which is rlly how he survived the shit that killed Skyfire) [bit about his optics]

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Then there's Thundercracker (middlechild-)

He didn't exactly have much of a Mentor, per say. He was onlined specifically for the Elite Guard, and was just guided by his superiors and expected to just figure it out and follow orders. He had his love for writing for a long time, and often uses it as a form of escapism. He also loves to critique movies and shit. Loves musicals-

He and Starscream actually initially bonded over this when Star had asked about it and showed interest, which not many others besides Skywarp had. Thunder would script-write little plays, and Starscream would always claim the lead role. Those were coveted nights in the prewar era for Thundercracker. Where they would practice, brainstorm improvements, screw around, and maybe have some high grade. It made him truly feel like he was a part of something, when so often before warp and star, he'd been alone in his passions just going along with the motions.

Thundercracker found the Gladiator fights, that Warp introduced them to, fascinating more than anything. He enjoyed the hype and community that came with it, although did find the premise unsettling. So when Starscream started working with Megatron, and the whole rising revolution shit, he was like, "oh yeah, that sounds cool". He honestly perceived it with more anime optics, tfe hashtag ass processor over here, as he thought the idea of rising up and bringing the world into a new age was awesome! He wasn't a fan of being "just" a seeker of the Guard, he wanted to be a famous writer, and he thought that whole thing could be the way to make that a reality.

Alas, it all went to shit. The war started, and he felt like everything was falling apart. Starscream had started to get more aggressive, and dismissive. Skywarp was all guns blazing for the blowing up everyone who stood in their way, but thundercracker just...didn't see how a war was going to fix things. he didn't understand why megs and orion fell out, and why optimus wasnt on their side. or why they were fighting instead of fixing things since it seemed like they had just gotten rid of their main obstacles.

Thunder became more disconnected himself as time went on. smothering himself in his art as much as he could. Maladaptive daydreaming for dayz baybe-- He's overall hella frustrated, and just wants things to get better, but doesn't know how, and is just back on the go with the flow grindset.

His tendency to disappear annoys the hek outta screamer. Especially when thunder doesnt tell him where tf he vanishes too when it comes to the Earth era (Thunder meets this human farmer fam, and constantly visits to hang out with their doge Buster.)

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last but not least, there be Skywarp (oldest)

Their Mentor was a scientist interested in researching Outliers. His earlier cycles were cooped up in labs, doing test after test after test. She hates that shit. Alot- Even joked at Starscream to "not become one of /those/ stiffs" when he'd gone to the Academy. When it came to joining the Elite Guard, it was a helluva an improvement to them, although adored any amount of freedom from the drab parts of the job by hanging with friends and trinemates. Adrenaline junkie and craves /all/ the stimulation.

They love graffiti, makeup/framepaint, and dancing. Would often do cover doodles for Thundercracker's stories, and helped choreograph shit. They /love/ drama, but only when it doesn't get too serious. They have fun with banter, brotherly ragging on each other, aaaand of course pranks. Theyre an absolute menace, but fiercely loyal to those they get close to (starscream would debate that fact when it comes to megatron-).

Skywarp was the first to introduce her bros to Gladiator lore Megatron. They idolize the guy, /heavily/. Which makes things difficult down the road when ol megs starts getting hella questionable, but they don't see it. They still view him the same way thru it all, and couldn't believe starscream's complaints as things deteriorated. Skywarps tendency to believe megs over star, ultimately is what starts driving them apart. Even if Skywarp still tries to bring them together again. They'll often try to rope star and thunder into their shenanigans, and petty schemes against the bots. Occasionally, it works. While others, he just gets an audial full about being immature.

Overall, they thrive in the chaos, but wishes the gang would get back together, and is hella salty about it. But being a silly goofy lad is the best coping mechanism lmao

[minzart]

Beggars can't be choosers(5)

Ao3 - Prev - Next

Decepticons & Reader(GN), Skywarp & Reader(GN), Rumble & Reader(GN) ,Thundercracker & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

You had to walk over 3 hours to get to your job, but fuck if it wasn't worth it, with a convenient lie here and there you could access the showers, earning a cold bath, but a bath nonetheless, you had to convince Rumble to stay in your bag but better that than the unconfortable chance of him asking why are you ashamed of being nude

The dreadful feeling of how the fuck were you meant to misdirect a parts shipment was momentarily ignored during the morning. You focused on your job, in some moments, when it was you and your colegues, you could pretend everything was normal again... then the second you were alone, Rumble would pop in and start talking smack of what he had heard from your previous conversation, sometimes he was paying more attention than you were at those

His perspective of the conversations are quite funny tho, wich balances the awareness of constant surveillance that he is to you

"I'm just saying, maybe she sould be less of a Glitch if she wants that promotion sooo bad" he says to you as you work on a new tank model, this one not being secretary alive thankfully... hopefully, please don't be alive

"It's been some hard months to her" you roll a big wheel to possition, ready to take the old one out "let her be a bit mean"

"You are just saying that because she is your superior" the caccette snicker "I saw your face contort when she called your work sloopy"

You huff, rolling the old wheel out of the way "shut up"

"See! Oh! Hey human, you busy?" You look at him, in caccette mode at the nearest table, while you were making heavy work of changing a tanks big old wheels

"Guess"

"We are going to have a visitor- HIM?! WHY HIM?!" You see the caccetticon jump angrily from side to side "ughhhh I should've let Frenzy come if this is who I'll be seeing today"

You freeze, gathering all your courage and walk very calmly, ever so casual, to the work table, pretending to be reading the spread street of the model you are working on, ever so aware of the cameras surrounding you now, and says "who's coming?"

"Skywarp, that overcooked turkey" Rumble murmurs annoyed

"He's... a jet or a tank?"

"Jet..."

"Tell him to park at hagar 11" you move your hands over the spread sheet "the cameras are wonky there since last years black-out, it's usualy free for us to take a break now, but every once in a while a pilot will park there and we'll have to move over for the maintainence team"

"Got it"

"I am serious, if he lands anywere else and I get caught or one of you guys do, I will be useless to your cause and you probably captured and studied under a, not so gentle, science team"

"Oh, don't worry about that, Skywarp would be fine... we, on the other hand... I could just blow this place up"

"For more of the technological advantage and size that you have, we humans are like cockrouches, hard to kill, harder to get rid off, you may escape but your existence would become publicly, from what I understand you guys don't want that"

"Fair... here, done, now stop complaining!"

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it..." but you see the little jump of surprise the caccette gave when you thanked him, an amused smile coming to your face "stop looking at me like that!"

"Fine,fine, how long untill our guest arrives?"

"Knowing him? One human hour, a little bit more, an arc"

"That fast?"

"Seekers" you can hear the roll of optics

"Got it" you go back to the tank and finish its maintenance quickly, heading out to hagar 11, and praying no-one is there for now

It was, in fact, not empty, but you had some time to kill, so you gave a warning to everyone and marked the room as "in use," putting cones around the outside area, no-one questioned you, there was no reason to, for now, tomorrow was another story

You hear the familiar turbins of jets and planes while waiting for your new patient, watching from afar as pilots jumped off and in their planes, the place was busy, paint work, maintenance, cargo, a little bit of everything happening today, not unusual

Then you see a black and purple jet approaching quickly, if it weren't for the unfamiliar color scheme, you would have confused him for a usual warmachine, unlike the other seeker you know, this one's turbins don't make a diferent sound

You wonder if it's intentional on his part or not

Picking the sinalizers, you start the procedure for his landing, keeping up the charade, he lands without issue, and enters inside the hangar "bit more to the left!"

You guide, carefully thinking a position where the cameras wouldn't capture you that well, mindful of his emblem in both wings, you had to hide those before someone barges in

"This place looks like trash" you hear the jet complain

"Quieter!" You scold him

"Don't tell me what to do human" you see the two blasters slide to your direction, a purple glow emanating from them "you are lucky our lord thinks you are useful"

"And you would disapoint him if you blew up this cover" you bluff, heart beating fast in face of the charging alien guns "so do as I say, and be quieter"

"..." the weapons cool off "fine"

"Oh wow, I thought you couldn't shut up!" Rumble snickers from your pocket

"Rumble?!" You hear the jet, this time his voice more quieter, someone could belive a pilot was inside him graced with a loud voice from birth, better than the booming from before "you are playing human-keeper now?HA!"

"Oh shove it up your aft Skywarp, would you?" The caccette jumps off your pocket and transforms, hands on hip joints "at least I am not the one having a check-up with the little doctor, what did you broke this time?"

"For your information I did nothing!"

"Go back to caccette mode" you shove the big lavender alien against a pile of boxes "someone could see you"

"This is merely a request from lord Megatron" the caccette shows his silver tongue, they have tongues, alright, fuck, what the hell, why wouldn't they "a test for the human"

You pick Rumble up and leave him on top of the boxes, rolling your eyes at Skywarp answer, you are starting to suspect that whatever test you should be having you already passed, and now the warlord was just using that as an easy way to convince the more stuborn mechs to come to you.... wich seems to be all of them

"Enough with the talk, let me in, I need to do my job" you pull the big metal ladder from it's resting place, tool box in hand

"Ew, you are getting inside of me?" You can see the plane scrunching in itself in disgust "with those gruby hands, fat chance"

You sigh loudly "I'll desynthesize you after, now stop being a baby"

"What's a baby?" Rumble asks from down bellow

"Tinny human that only cries, eat and poops"

"HA! THAT IS SKYWARP- wait what is poops?"

"SHUT UP!" You hear his blasters caring again

"Alright, fine, I won't get in!" You quickly pull the ladder off, ignoring Rumbles' question and paccing around the place "I'll still have to touch you for a check-up"

"As long as you are not inside my cockpit" you hear his guns power down again, great, a trigger happy bitch "I can deal with the rest"

"Deal"

Just like that you start your work, turbins functional, motor in very good condition, estabelizers well fixed in place, joints needing oil but that's nothing compared to what you had to do before

No energon leaks, his landing wheel, however, needed to be changed, you didn't knew if they expanded to a bigger part of his body or not, depending on where they were stored in his other form you couldn't replace them without breaking or denting him

"Your wheels" you stretch out, your joints begging for a break "do they expand when you transform?"

"What?"

You gently kick the landing gear "this part of you, have you noticed if it changed when in your Cybertronian form?"

"Not really..." he thinks

"Alright, this I'll have to check on the base later, because outside of your used up wheels you are good to go"

"That's it?" You hear the disbelief in the mechs voice "no need to open me up and check my circuits? How do you know I'm even sane!"

"You are a bit trigger happy for my tastes, but nothing too out of it from your leader, and I am not a therapist, kidnap another human for that, one that at least has the right degree this time, I didn't do robotics y'know"

"Are you calling lord Megatron crazy?!" You hear for the tenth time his weapons power up, now so used to it you don't cower anymore

"I am saying he has anger issues, and he will need to check that after whatever war is going on pass if he wishes to finally have peace with himself" you clean your hands "not that he is crazy, and neither are you, just traumatized in diferent ways, probably"

"..." again, the weapons cool down "you are weird..."

"I know, right?" Rumble says after a while only observing you work

You roll your eyes and say nothing, guiding your guest out of the hangar, without any more words, he takes off and you watch the black and purple jet grow ever small in the horizon, then he shines purple, and like a trick of the light, he glitches in the same place and suddenly... he is gone

You look at Rumble shocked "what did just happen?!"

"What? Never saw a jet teleport before?" He laughs

"HE CAN TELEPO- warp, of course, of course he can. Why wouldn't he be able to teleport, I should stop questioning things at this point"

..............................

You had fucked up, that's the only thought plagging your mind as you enter your superiors office, the comander ever stoic greets your with a nod and polite acknowledged "do you know why you are here?"

"No sir" you answer honestly, anxiety eating you alive "I was just informed to come talk to you"

"I see, good, it makes this easier" he takes a contract from his desk, and slides it to you "read it and sign on the doted lines, congratulations"

"Congratulations...?" You pick up the papers, the caccette in your pocket swirls in amusement as you gasp, a promotion "I-thank you very much, sir!"

Chief of maintenance and test operations, chief mechanic, a huge pay upgrade, how? You weren't the most competent one, nor the most proactive or suck up, how was this decided, your mind runs with questions as you walk slowly by the corridor, the time to go "home" finally came

And now, of all times too, you couldn't even commemorate properly without fake smiles, playing the part of a lucky and hard earned rewarded worker

"How...?" You murmur walking by the road side to the middle of the deserted area

"Sooo" you hear Rumble say "how did you like the gift?"

"..." You stop, picking the caccette from it's resting place in your backpack "you did this?"

"Eh... yes, while you were occupied, really your human communication conection isn't hard to break in" now that night falls the caccette transforms, and walks beside you "a context here, some names there, a mensage for one then to another and bam, mission accomplished just like lord Megatron desired"

"Why?"

"Something about an advantage to the cause by your missions success"

"..." Oh... it's so you can directly have access to the shipment and personally request the parts "makes sense"

The walk continues, and from a brief second, you think you say something parked up ahead, something shaped like your bike, but it was just your wishful thinking, it was only Thundercracker

"At this point I'll start calling you my designated driver" you wave at him, body tired from work and walk

The blue seeker hufs, no smile on sight, but no frown either "I am the only one open to the idea of it, just don't expect me at your back and call every time you need to go somewhere without previous warning"

He transforms, and you climb inside, Rumble jumping in and waiting for you in caccette mode on the pilot seat , he takes off after you secured yourself and your precious backpack

"So..." You start "how was your day?"

"Smooth" Rumble says, you roll your eyes

"Do you have a better topic than this for a four to three hours flight or do you want to stay quiet during it?" You grumble

"I may not be allowed to disclose details to humans" Thundercracker answers anyways

"I'm not asking for missions report, just, what did you do besides those y'know? Free time or something stupid you saw, those things"

You feel the jet hum rather than hear him "I see... Skywarp was acting strange today, he tried to transform while seeing his own feet several times, it was funny to see him tumble down"

"Please tell Reflector caugh those moments, Please!" Rumble begs

"Ask him yourself..."

"I can't belive he actualy tried to see his wheels change" you hold back a laugh "he could have just waited for me, is he always this impatient?"

"You have no ideia"

"Speaking of Skywarp... he can teleport is that... normal to you guys?"

"Ah... this explains why he went into recharge when he got back" the jet murmurs

"Yes and no" Rumble answers "these guys won't say if they were born with it or acquire it. Honestly, my best guess is that Starscream modified them in their recharge"

"If the comander wishes to keep this between ourselves, I won't divulgue the truth to anyone else"

"So you do have a special hability like that?" You fishiout

"An anoying one" Rumble grumbles "so loud"

"Not my fault that you don't run the second you hear me coming"

"How am I to run when you come already blasting that Primus-forsaken high pithched sound!"

"Like super sonic booms? Fascinating... you use it offten?"

"Those habilities offten costs too much energy to use, not effective for constant battle"

"I thought you wouldn't divulge any information for a human" Rumble teases

"It is nothing any other bot doesn't know already, only fair to share it with our medic"

"Thanks"

"You are too polite fleshie" "you are welcome"

..............................

Getting back on the Decepticon base, you imediatly went to the medical wing, asking Rumble and Thundercracker to pass a mensage to Skywarp that you wanted to see him, Rumble rolled his optics and passed the task soly to Thundercracker, who complied without fuss

Nothing was unusual, your things still clutered by the side on the ground, maybe you could convince one of them to move a metal box and make a better rest area, the exposed feeling that you had when sleeping was not helping you to actually rest at night

You hear the heavy sound of pads approaching and get ready to greet your patient

Skywarp didn't make too much of a fuss this time, transforming twice for you to analyze his form, luckly he didn't expand the wheels, wich means you could change them properly without risking deeper damage

"Good, pass by tomorrow in my work again, I'll be able to change your wheels, and you will have more control over your landing again, no problem"

"Tsk, my landing is perfect"

"But it could feel better, right?"

"... I guess"

"So you are good to go" you gently pat his pads

He sides steps you, like you were a angry dog ready to bite his ankles, somehow you scared him off, odd... better him scared than angry tho, and finaly Skywarp leaves

You can't rest yet however, as you can hear arguing getting closer and closer to you

"I already said I'm fine!" That was Thundercracker

"The deal was to pass in this mediocre doctor or so help me Primus you stuborn jet!" And this is a scratchy electronic voice

On cue, they enter, the blue seeker being forcefully dragged by the red one, Thundercracker is pushed forward into your direction and Starscream leans by the door, blocking the passage and observing the blue mechs actions

"Hey" you wave at your friendly seeker

He sighs "hello... this is a pointless check up"

"You will do as I say" the red seeker says nonchalantly "or you will have to recharge here, without a proper berth, and be too exhausted for tomorrows patrol, leaving our poor base vulnerable to Autobots attacks"

"You are... so anoying when doing your actual job"

"It suits me, doesn't it?" he teases, and Thundercracker transforms

As expected he was far better than before, apparently the last black spots were only from close calls and not direct hits, his leaking pipes were healing, much like Megatrons, but there was no necessity to change or apply more tape, the wholes were small, and almost fully consumed by the living metal, and perhaps these pipes weren't that much stretched and used by Thundecrackers alt-form, making the makeshift bandages you did still looking like new

During your inspection, you felt red optics following your every move and judgment in them, you are pretty sure Soundwave did the same when you worked on Ravage the day before, but you were too focused to notice because of the tension, or he just knows how to stare quietly

Due to that, however, you kept quiet during it all, too intimidated to make small talk

"Done" you announce, closing his cockpit "everything good around here, your wunds are healing nicely and no critical dents, you are good to go"

You jump off and he de-transforms, looking dead panned at his officer "happy now?"

"Hardly, is this what you call a report human?" He sneers at you "I could do better than that when I was still a novice"

You look annoyed at him, taking a deep breath, and pulling your best official posture "of course sir, my apologies, status report: the patient seems to be making considerate progress to be back at 100% health, his wunds are closing nicely and no proeminent malfunction has been detected in his exterior or interior hardware, permission not granted for software evaluation, no need for spare parts in the present moment, may he proceed away from harm his recovery is guarantee in perhaps 3 to 7 days, any questions?"

Both seekers stared at you, shocked by your speech, Starscream engines pick up, and his vents loudly protest, his wings flickering rapidly"no... dismissed"

"I told you, he got a millitar human"

"Shut it, back to patrol with you" they left as they entered, but this time, Thundercracker waved a goodbye at you, a mischievous smile in his face

Finally you dropped in your small pile made of a thin blanket and clothes you found in "lost and founds" today at your job, singing tiredly at the bright ceiling, this was your life now, better get used to it

[yayasvalveplay]

seeker heats mid war...

The agitation. They start acting less coherent. Getting angry over the slight shift of their plating. But they can't take off the armor! They are stuck. Extremely horny for like a week and it gets painful but they don't have time.. releasing that sickly sweet smell that sticks if they choose to nest in a cave or a canyon. Probably causing a bit to think that there's a seeker nearby but it was the results of them staying there for a while

Imagine their sudden recklessness gets them caught? Starscream getting so angry at the seekers that he miscounts how many days they stayed. And they probably go willing because Megatron doesn't care his military is hindered by extreme horniness (lmao). Starscream and the trine lead the small march it takes. To get to wherever the autobots are.

And said autobots are confused... why are they so calm? They're only irritated? What's that smell?

Or tldr. Seekers join the autobots because their heat hit at the worst time and they get taken care of there rather than ignored in the deception ranks

*Me looks at the amount of ships I have grabbed for these seekers alone* Oh, the entire arc/ those that are willing. taking care of the pretty birds needs. Starscream alone had garnered a harem. Bumblebee, Ratchet, Skyfire, and Mirage, along with their mates. Skywarp and Thundercracker getting taken care of by the others who are willing to pop their pannels.

The only one in the Nemisis who isn't happy about the seekers. mostly Starscream leaving, is Soundwave. Image just in the middle of a meeting Soundwave storms out after showing life feed of the seekers getting railed in the communal area. The feed is still showing when Soundwave gets there and JOINS.

Megatron and the rest of the Decepticon cast are just horrified, and no one knows how to turn it off.

[prowlsmanmeat]

Decepticons are deeply kratocratic, and their beauty standards would reflect the strongest among them — the Decepticon elite. Therefore the Seeker frame type is one of the molds that is commonly recognized as quite handsome.

Starscream slightly disagrees with that notion. To him, Seekers aren't just attractive and strong, they are the embodiment of perfection. They dominate the skies with their speed and agility. A force to be reckoned with that other flyers could only look upon with envy. They are mighty and alluring. Ruthless and stunning.

As much as Starscream would love to ogle at his own body, he can admire every detail of the Seeker form when he's in bed with Skywarp or Thundercracker. The flawless nature of their frames can be observed best through gentle caresses of their seams and plating. A playful touch along their cockpit or fondling their sensitive wings. Starscream’s mouth sucks at their perfectly aligned neck cables as his hand migrates down to their array. The attention he gives there is unhurried. Slow strokes pass from the spike base to its tip. His fingers circle their outer node and dip into their valve in nothing more than a sluggish massage. Starscream's movements praise every inch of them. His Seekers deserve nothing less.

Thundercracker is more receptive to this treatment than Skywarp. He'll relax, allowing Starscream to cherish him without interruption. Sometimes he will overload from the incessant teasing alone. Quietly shaking under his air commander.

Skywarp, on the other hand, is far too impatient. He'd rather Starscream skip the pointless body worship and get right to interfacing. He'll complain while rocking his hips against the hand between his legs. Perhaps even forcing a swap in position by pinning Starscream to the berth instead. Though it's just as well. Starscream can appreciate the beautiful sight of his comrades from underneath them too.

[zeropro]

I'm in love with your art, I love how you draw the seekers

Btw do you have any fanfic recs?

Oh thank you! I enjoy drawing them!

Fic Recs? Sure I can pull some up!

The first transformers fic I ever read was Stop Me by Megadoomingir, it's a retelling of TFPrime, but like not a retelling so much as Starscream goes back in time and things happen again.

My favorites are Star Followed Star by Book of the Night Sky (In which Starscream is killed and Sunstorm is cloned to replace him) and Ghostly Touch by Baird Crevan (In which Starscream gets attacked in his apartment)

I also really like This Ship Will Carry Our Bodies Safe To Shore by Postapocolyptic Cryptic. It's short and sad and I keep going back to it.

Kinda funny fun Megastar one is Quarantine by Neveralarch, in which Starscream gets sick and Megatron is forced to take care of him.

The Darkness Within by Balrog Roike is a nice Skyfire one, where Skyfire joins the Decepticons to be with Starscream and Starscream somehow has the worse time of it lol.

Candid by Ceris Malfoy left me pretty hollow.

In Him We Trust by BooLoo2 has fun implications.

Another Deception by Mamzelle Souris sports the Young Seekers AU where a bunch of the Seekers were framed into their adult bodies too early and the Autobots decide to try and rehabilitate them. Ruins by CheerfullyMorbid is an AU of this AU haha. I like the parts with Starscream a lot.

Spoon888 has a lot of fun fics. Endorsed By Starscream is a hilarious one, and I also enjoyed Wing Switch, Aftershock, Giant Killer Slugs, and Stature. At the Cliff Edge and Anything are less comedy but also worth a read.

Im not really into sparkling fics but the Skywarp and Thundercracker scenes in Spoon888's Accidental War Criminal Aquisition are amazing.

It All Started with Paint Spatters by Dark Star of Chaos is really cute, as is Superball by ntldr

Maybe when I'm done with Endings, this can begin by Leximuth is a certain kind of sad.

And just today I read Trine Love After the War by Baird Crevan, which I quite enjoyed.

And not a Starscream fic, but Could Be Worse by Mimkana is a Knock Out Break Down fic set in a prequal Earthspark continuity and Im actually Beta reading that one so def check it out!

Those are my recs! (Im not sharing my NSFW ones lol!)

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (22/?)

Trine leader instincts make you insanely overstimulated and prone to raging.

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Your instincts as trine leader could not have come at a worse time.

Another high-ranking officer had taken notice of your increased involvement in managing Decepticon activity as you helped Starscream with his duties, and apparently liked what he saw.

"The small blue one," He'd remarked to Starscream. "Why not give 'em a chance?"

On instinct, Starscream's tightly drawn EM field had flared for a klik. He'd been torn over the need to keep you unassuming, middling along, associated with his affairs enough not to be questioned so that you could avoid being a target. However, this was an opportunity he hadn't expected to fall right into this lap - an offer from someone else to advance your standing in the hierarchy, so it wouldn't look like he was playing favourites. With your trining instincts emerging as well and your random, explosive bursts of instinct making you harder to ignore... it looked like a good long-term opportunity to change tactics. The current objective, then, was to ensure you were less easily replaced from Megatron's point of view.

The mission you'd been given was simple by comparison, and Starscream had made it out to be easy-peasy. Of course it was, he'd been doing them for millions of years.

Your task was to lead two other fliers on an aerial scouting mission to the coordinates of a rumoured energon source. All you had to do was scope out the area and report on whether or not it would be safe to proceed with further investigations on ground.

Unfortunately, because you weren't trined yet, it was down to random chance as to who you'd be put in a group with. You weren't like Starscream, either, whose wealth of experience meant that he could easily accommodate random mechs assigned to him when Thundercracker and Skywarp weren't available (even if he complained over comms the whole time). Further, those he flew with would normally be of substantial rank given his own high one, meaning that it was never much of a problem. For you, however, starting from the bottom meant that you could be faced with literally anybody.

As luck would have it, you are landed with two mechs from the Delta Squadron.

"Primus," Starscream mutters, as soon as you show him the designations on the task list. You don't say anything, but the reset of your vocaliser is audible as you attempt to clear the ball of anxious static that had been layering your voice all morning.

It had been like that for a while, too. Your anxiety, once a low, manageable simmer, now boiled beneath your plating and bubbled through the cracks to rattle your EM field in quite an unpleasant manner. The crux of it as well was that you didn't know what was wrong - it hadn't been that bad before.

...Okay, well, it had.

But not in recent memory. You don't linger long on that, anyway, because your flighty processor becomes distracted by just how sterile the lights within the base are. Had they always been so glaringly bright? And your wings suddenly feel absurdly heavy, too. You can feel exactly where they're connected to your back, touching you. Rolling your shoulders, the joints strain a bit more than necessary as you... what? Try to get away from the join of your wings to your back?

You shake your helm. Frag. You're losing it again.

It wouldn't have been the first time in recent orbital cycles, but back then, you could get away with floating through the day, zoning out as you pretended to read datapads. Right before you're about to lead your first mission, though... it doesn't bode well.

Starscream's not with you when you arrive the takeoff point, busy with his own duties on the bridge. Both of your teammates for the day are larger in frame than you are, one with a heavier build and the other as thin as a reed in bot-mode. The stouter one hails you with a friendly greeting as you approach, talking non-stop as you run through final checks. It's quickly apparent that he's in the Delta Squadron because his lack of experience was translating, currently, into a lack of refinement, but all in all you think you can make it work. The other one, however, was adding another thrumming layer of worry to the anxiety churning in your tanks. They seemed nice enough, but it was also apparently clear, in this case, why this flier had simply not made it out of the Delta Squadron despite appearing a couple million years older than you were.

"I don't think we should fly this way."

"Wait, wait - it can't be safe!"

"Our formation-! It's meant to be perfectly aligned, you're not doing it right..."

"You should fly our formation over there. There! Over there!"

For a while, you can bite your glossa and mutter acknowledgements through gritted denta. But what really does you in is the occasional nudging at the edges of your wings when you're coasting slowly and considering your next move, the invasive press of an overly close EM field that pulls your attention away from the task at hand. The constant noise in your audials, the itching of mesh beneath your plating that has you wanting claw yourself into ribbons - it's enough to make you miss the very obvious sight of two Autobots converging on the very same coordinates you're heading for.

It is through sheer luck that the first shot misses you.

"You need to engage!" Comes the skinnier jet's voice in a howl over your comms - a noise that grates excessively on your audials and further compounds the sudden swell of rage from deep inside your spark.

'You'? What happened to 'we'?

Still, even in the heat of a gunfight, you find yourself reluctant to kill - yet, the stouter jet has no such qualms, clearly raised on a diet of Decepticon propaganda and without the wherewithal to question it. It's probably thanks to his poor aim that the Autobots below you manage to evade his shots without any serious injuries. Still, it doesn't look like they're backing down without a fight - energon has been in short supply for the Decepticons as of late, and it seemed that the Autobots are no exception.

"Shoot so that when they evade your shots, they'll be forced further away from the coordinates!" You bark.

You can feel the thinner bot's trepidation despite his willingness to tell you what to do - his shot goes horrifically wide, and you mentally run through the full list of both Vosian and standard Cybertronian curses. The full responsibility to ensure success falls squarely on your shoulders, and it's the sheer overwhelm of noise, of unwanted touch, the glare of sun squarely in your optics that would have seen you crying tears of frustration and helplessness had you not forced it back through sheer willpower.

You'll be embarrassed to admit later the way in which anxiety simply swarms your frame, overcome by sheer sensory overwhelm. Your shots also stray horrifically off course, a far cry from your real capabilities. You end up having to focus on evading the Autobots' return shots rather than pressing an offensive. They're much better coordinated than the three of you are, and deep in your sinking spark, you realise that in order to keep all three of you alive, you're going to have to call a retreat.

The return flight of shame is made worse by the incessant grating of the thinner jet's voice on what you should have done. You fly resolutely ahead, not caring that you've broken formation for even an inch more of distance between you. But to make matters worse, Starscream and the other high-ranking officer are waiting for you at the landing point.

You transform and land, schooling your twitching features into something presentable to a commanding officer.

"Report."

"Sir. As we approached the coordinates, we saw two Autobots converging on the same location."

Starscream's faceplate had remained passive as the other officer questioned you - but at the mention of Autobots, you watched him stiffen ever so imperceptibly out of the corner of your optic.

"Did you engage?"

"We did. The Autobots shot first, and we engaged with the intention of driving them away from the coordinates."

'We' is spoken through gritted denta, knowing full well that a third of your team had contributed absolutely nothing.

"Intention...? So you didn't drive them away."

"...No, sir."

A pause, followed by a deep sigh that washes over you like a tidal wave of shame as you stare at your pedes.

“I suppose it can’t be helped,” The commanding officer remarks. “We knew the possibility of an Autobot presence, but I didn’t think you’d be so lucky on your first mission as to really run into them. No matter. We’ll send ground patrols ahead of schedule before the Autobots can launch a full-scale operation for the energon. Dismissed.”

Had you been in the right frame of mind, you’d be able to realize that you’d done the best you could in the face of an unexpected situation, and the officer in charge had seen and acknowledged that. However, as the mesh under your plating crawls with inability to regulate the amount of unwelcome touch to your plates, you find yourself sinking into a moody spiral of frustration, deeper into a suffocating shame, and further down… where a flaming pit of white-hot anger awaited you at the bottom.

You find yourself taken aback by your own anger as you spin crisply around and barely manage to keep from storming off. At the same time, a darker part of you feels alive.

That was new.

Had that always been there?

It was a strange sensation of knowing you could get angry, really angry, but never quite having enough charge to really ignite that flame. You were even-tempered in general, so leaning into your anger felt good - if not terrifying at the same time, because you felt like you were spiraling utterly out of control.

Starscream’s long strides have him falling easily into step with you.

“Your decision-making wasn’t too bad,” He muses aloud. “I would have attempted a group Split-S to divert their attention - you outnumbered them, after all.”

His tone is neutral, careful. A poorly disguised attempt to smooth the rough edges of your anger and you do appreciate it. But you don’t want to linger any longer on your perceived failings than you have to, and his misguided attempts at making you feel better just twist the knife deeper. The anger coils unpleasantly in your internals, just beneath the surface and you struggle to bite it back.

“That mech,” you spit. “What’s his problem?”

Starscream's intake twists with sympathetic displeasure. "He's... known for being like that. That's why no one wants to fly with him."

"So they lumped him in with me."

You don't wait for a response. Even with your association to Starscream, you're still considered, hierarchy-wise, amongst the lowest. Which meant that you couldn't complain about it, and the blame would be put entirely on you. You'd kept your cool up to that point, but the bubbling rage finally spills over.

"Why didn't you tell me-? I could have done it! I know I'm better than that - I could have... Frag!"

"Calm down," Starscream says sharply.

His EM field pushes against yours in silent warning, and you abruptly realize you had been shouting. When had you ever done that? You realize that you hadn't meant to blame him, either, but control is difficult when your anger burns like wildfire.

"I'm calm," you finally snarl through gritted denta, lowering your helm in silent apology.

Starscream regards your trembling frame for a moment. When he doesn't speak, your digits curl into fists, claws digging painfully into the plating of your palms.

"...I'm going back to our habsuite."

"...Yes, that would be a good choice."

Your moments are still marked with hesitance - Starscream's approval the only thing that can still cut through the fog of rage, but as soon as you hear his acquiescence, you're gone.

No, you're not running away.

It would just be unseemly to be caught with coolant leaking from your optics, is all.

The door to your shared habsuite can't open quickly enough. It takes your trembling frame a few clumsy tries before you can actually heave yourself onto the berth where you immediately curl up, back to the door.

To the world.

Even now, rage has your plates feeling prickly and hot, energon thundering through your fuel lines like a war drumbeat. You don't know what to do with this anger, an anger that until now had been foreign to you. Deeper than that, it was a frustrated, searing heat in your fuel lines that told you that you'd failed to keep your trine - no, that was just a trio - together, and rage at having your judgement so carelessly thrown into question by a mech under your command. You curl up tighter when you hear the door whoosh quietly open again, feeling hot and cold at the same time, mentally preparing yourself for another conversation that you really didn't need right now.

Unexpectedly, something incredibly soft gets dropped on top of you. You cycle your optics in confusion, raising a trembling servo to tug at... a blanket. Since when did the Decepticon base have luxuries like blankets?

Starscream watches as you raise the soft material to your cheek.

"...Thank you." Your voice is gruff, and it takes you no time at all to pull the incredibly soft blanket over your helm, burrowing deep into it until you're completely hidden, save for the jut of your massive wings.

You think that's it, but you don't hear as much as feel Starscream's EM field draw closer as he sits on the edge of the berth.

For a cycle, either of you speak.

"...What's wrong with me?" You mumble.

Starscream hesitates. You still didn't have a name to put to these random outbursts, and seeing your small form huddled up in berth, drained of anger, leaving only a heavy aura of depression - it makes him wonder if he's made a mistake in keeping the concept of trining instincts from you until you'd gone through the full process. The worry was that you'd seemed content to just spend the rest of your life by his side - a little too content. It was something Starscream hadn't wanted to confront, just as happy to exist in your own little world of two - but it hadn't been healthy for your social development. Late trining instincts had been unexpected, but Starscream was not a mech to squander opportunity. He had wanted to ensure you felt the full extent of your instincts in the hopes that you would form - or attract, even, a trine of your own.

Anything to stop you from pinning the purpose for your entire existence on him and him alone.

Still, emerging trine leader instincts were especially tough. He would know. Starscream's EM field expands soothingly to encompass yours. The lump beneath the blanket relaxes ever so slightly.

The least he could do, then, was to let you know that he was here for you.

You didn't have to know that the resonance of his field was one shared specifically between trine leaders.

Previous / Next by @quasarwake <3

[velvetwyrme]

Forgive me i do not know much about jazzprowl,,, who are pterrorgal20 and bugboi 😔😔😔

(Is pterrorgal Prowl’s pterodactyl Green?? But then who is bugboi…. I am not sure 😔)

yes!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ur spot on for both 🥹!!! ahrdjfkkengkebgkebfk,,

Green (Prowls pterodactyl/pet flyt) -> pterrorgal20 (Felicity Greene)

Bob (Sunstreakers insecticon) -> bugboi (Bob)

completely useless detail but i did reference/colourdrop this panel specifically LMAO

if u look closely theres also. one more person i hinted at, whos name i was even less subtle with but the placement i WAS subtle with so ill just say outright:

Buster (Thundercracker's dog) is also there EHTJFHRKFJ and she has a silly pic of TC as her pfp LMAO,,

also ur so so valid agrjflfbdkdbfkf,,, im being incredibly biased and self indulgent so it is. a particular niche for sure LMAO. im glad you're enjoying it regardless though :]c!!!

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

hiii!! can you write a fic about Bill and him raising a baby daughter and watching her grow up? Like a sequel to his pregnancy fic?

(Hell yes! Sorry about the long wait I had writters block for 3 days

“Little Fandom Ruiner”

(Epilogue Bill Dickey x Reader – Dad!Bill, Bittersweet)

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The first time she grabs his finger, Bill flinches.

Not because she’s hurt him — she’s tiny, soft, can’t even hold her head up right — but because it feels like something.

Something heavy. Something he didn’t think he’d ever carry.

She’s pink and loud and wrinkly, squinting up at the light like she already hates the world. He respects that.

You’re asleep in the hospital bed, absolutely wrecked.

He’s standing beside that stupid clear bassinet they wheel newborns around in, staring at her like she’s an alien, arms crossed, jaw tight.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You look like a wet potato.”

She yawns. He sneers. “Don’t look at me like that. This wasn’t my idea either.”

---

When she’s three, she finds his old comics.

He yells — of course he yells. “That’s vintage! You put a fuckin’ sticker on a polybagged #1? You absolute goblin!”

She cries. You yell at him.

He sulks for two days and tapes her crayon drawings to his bookshelf like a museum exhibit: “EXHIBIT A: CRIMINAL MISUSE OF INK.”

But he doesn’t throw them out.

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When she’s five, she starts asking questions.

“Why don’t you have a real job?”

“Why do you yell so much?”

“Why don’t you like other people’s daddies?”

He lights a cigarette he won’t smoke and stares out the window like he’s bracing for a storm.

“Because your dad’s a dickhead, that’s why.”

She giggles like he just said a bad word, and for once he doesn’t correct her.

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You catch him crying the first time she loses a tooth.

She runs up to him with a bloody napkin and a proud gap-toothed grin, and he laughs at first — loud and mean like always — but when she runs off, he stays frozen at the table.

“You okay?” you ask.

He swallows. “No.”

He doesn't explain. Just stares at the little napkin on the table like it’s a goddamn relic.

---

By the time she’s nine, she’s smart. Too smart.

She rolls her eyes like you do. Talks fast like he does. She’s got this spark in her that scares the shit out of him — like she’s gonna grow up and burn the whole world down.

She builds a Gundam model next to him one night, tongue poking out in focus.

He watches her hands — those same hands that once crushed his comics and clutched his finger in a hospital — now deftly snapping sprues and smoothing stickers.

“You’re not bad at that,” he says.

She grins. “I’m better than you.”

He smirks. “You wish, runt.”

But he saves the model on a shelf. Right next to his rarest figures.

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Thunder fear

The storm rolls in fast.

It’s already drizzling by the time you leave for your shift, and by the time the streetlights kick on, the sky’s gone full charcoal — thick clouds hanging low like they’re pissed at Staten Island.

Bill’s on the couch in pajama pants and a shirt that says I Survived the 1992 Fangoria Meltdown — half-watching some grainy creature feature, half-reading a thread online about horror remakes “ruining everything.”

The kid’s in her room. Supposed to be asleep.

Then it cracks.

BOOM.

One of those wall-shaking, gut-deep thundercracks that rattles the windows and sets off a car alarm two blocks down.

At first, he doesn’t flinch.

Thunder? Big deal. He’s lived in worse.

But then he hears it.

Tiny footsteps.

Fast. Barefoot. Running.

She appears at the end of the hallway like a shadow — wearing oversized pajama pants she insisted on stealing from you and a Hello Kitty blanket like a cape.

Her eyes are huge.

Another crack, this one sharper — closer.

She lets out a squeaky noise that might’ve been a whimper if she were less proud.

Bill looks at her. She looks at him. Neither says anything for a second.

Then she blurts, “Can I sit with you?”

He sighs.

“Jesus. Yeah. Whatever. You look like you’re gonna throw up.”

She scampers over and climbs up beside him on the couch, blanket and all, pressing in close like he’s the safest thing she knows — which freaks him out more than the thunder.

He tries not to show it.

“You know it’s just noise, right?” he grunts. “Like a big cosmic fart.”

She doesn’t laugh. Her little hands are trembling in her lap.

He watches her, jaw tight. The movie’s still playing, forgotten in the background. A monster’s chasing someone down a hallway, screaming. He lowers the volume.

Another thundercrack.

She flinches and grabs his arm without thinking.

He startles — not because of her, but because she grabs him like she trusts him. Like he’s safe. He’s never felt safe in his whole goddamn life.

“You want me to… I dunno. Explain it?” he offers, awkward. “The storm?”

She nods without looking up.

He clears his throat. “Okay. So. Thunder is, uh, hot air smashing into cold air. Or… something. Real fast. Like BAM.” He claps his hands. “Not dangerous. Just sound.”

She looks up at him. “What about lightning?”

He shrugs. “Worse odds than a plane crash. You’re fine. We’re not important enough to get struck.”

She giggles — barely, but it’s there.

“Your mom would probably say something like, ‘It’s just the sky yelling.’” He rolls his eyes. “Which is stupid. But whatever. If it helps.”

Silence again. Her head droops against his side.

He stiffens. Then — tentatively — puts an arm around her shoulder. She melts into it instantly.

“You’re gonna get glitter on my shirt,” he mutters.

“I won’t,” she mumbles back.

“You will,” he gripes, but he doesn’t move.

The storm keeps going. Booming. Flashes of white slicing the living room walls. But she’s quiet now. Still.

He doesn’t realize he’s rocking her slightly until the commercial break cuts in.

“Don’t tell your mom,” he mutters.

She’s already asleep.

Since her birth bill hasn't been as jaded as he used to be. He's still bill dickey....but—life experiences and an understanding significant other glued some broken pieces together for him.

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[gxr25256]

A Skyward Promise - Thundercracker x Reader (3)

🌵 If there are any mistakes, please forgive me, my illness makes me quite distracted 🥲.

🌵 Anyway enjoy the story.

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The sun was barely cresting the horizon when you set out, the early morning air crisp against your skin. In your backpack, you’d packed carefully: a small canister of gasoline—something you figured Thundercracker might find useful, though you weren’t entirely sure how Cybertronian fuel worked—and a DVD of Top Gun, a movie you thought might resonate with a Seeker who once ruled the skies. The weight of the bag felt grounding, a reminder of the strange, exhilarating connection you’d forged with a Decepticon over the past two days.

As you approached, the faint hum of his systems greeted you, a low vibration that seemed to pulse through the earth. The barn’s rusted doors creaked as you approached, and you called out softly, “Thundercracker? You in there?”

A low rumble answered, followed by the sound of metal shifting. His blue optics glowed faintly in the dim interior as he stepped forward, his towering form filling the doorway. “You’re back,” he said, his voice gruff but laced with something softer—surprise, maybe. “Didn’t think you’d show up again so soon.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, setting your backpack down on a patch of dry grass. “Figured I’d bring you something.” You unzipped the bag, pulling out the gasoline canister first. “Not sure if this is useful to you, but… thought it might be.”

Thundercracker tilted his helm, studying the canister with a raised optic ridge. “Human fuel,” he mused, taking it gingerly between two massive digits. “Not exactly my grade, but… thoughtful.” His tone softened at the last word, and you felt a small thrill at the acknowledgment.

“Oh thanks, it’s the best I could do on short notice,” you said, laughing. “Thought it might help with… I don’t know, something. You’re a giant robot; you probably burn through energy like crazy.”

He huffed, a sound that might’ve been a chuckle if he’d let it. “It’s… appreciated.” His gaze shifted to the movie disc, and one optic ridge arched. “And this?”

“Oh, that’s a classic,” you said, holding it up proudly. “Top Gun. Figured a flyer like you might get a kick out of it. Jets, dogfights, cheesy ‘80s music—it’s got it all.”

Thundercracker took the disc gingerly between two massive fingers, turning it over like it was an alien artifact. “You humans and your obsession with screens. Alright, I’ll bite.” he muttered, but there was no real bite to it. He set it aside, his optics flicking back to you. “So, what’s the plan? You just gonna keep bringing me trinkets like some kind of offering?”

You laughed, settling onto a nearby crate. “Maybe. But mostly I just wanted to talk. You know, like normal people.” You paused, then added with a teasing grin, “Or, well, normal people and giant alien robots.”

He snorted, but he didn’t respond right away, instead setting the DVD down carefully beside the gasoline. And leaning back against the barn wall, the structure groaning under his weight.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. The two of you fell into an easy rhythm, talking about small things—the weather, the way the barn creaked in the wind, the oddities of human culture that Thundercracker still found baffling. He told you about a time he’d accidentally startled a flock of birds mid-flight, his dry humor slipping through as he described their indignant squawking. You laughed, and for a moment, he seemed to relax, his massive frame less guarded than it had been the day before.

But as the conversation lulled, your mind drifted back to something he’d said yesterday, a fleeting mention that had stuck with you. “Hey,” you said, your voice softer now, “you mentioned flying yesterday. Just… casually, like it was nothing. But it’s not nothing, right? What’s it like?”

Thundercracker’s optics snapped to you, and for a second, you wondered if you’d crossed a line. He shifted, his servos flexing at his sides. “What’s it like?” he echoed, his tone guarded. “It’s… freedom. The closest thing to it, anyway. Up there, it’s just you, the wind, and the sky. No orders, no war. Just… being.”

You nodded, absorbing his words. “But you miss it, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer right away, but the way his wings twitched—barely told you enough.You could almost feel the weight of his thoughts, the conflict brewing behind those glowing optics. You hesitated, your next words caught in your throat. It was a big ask, maybe too big, but the image of him soaring through the sky was too vivid to let go “Thundercracker… could you—would you ever fly again? Could you… show me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

The air in the barn seemed to still. Thundercracker’s optics widened, and for a moment, he looked almost startled. Fly? Here, on this backwater planet, where every move could draw unwanted optics? The idea was reckless. Dangerous. Humans had their sensors, their militaries. If they spotted him, it’d be a mess—capture, dissection, or worse. And Decepticons… if Starscream caught wind of him exposing himself, he’d never hear the end of it. Or worse, Megatron might take an interest. Autobots were another problem entirely. Optimus and his do-gooders would probably try to “save” the human, and that’d complicate everything.

But the skies�� Primus, he missed them. The rush of air over his chassis, the weightlessness, the way the world fell away until it was just him and the horizon. He hadn’t flown properly since he’d crashed here, nursing that slagging wound in his wing. It was healed now, the nanites finally doing their job, but he’d been cautious. Too cautious, maybe. Grounded, he felt like half a mech, his spark aching for the freedom he’d taken for granted on Cybertron.

And then there was them. This human-you- with your earnest eyes and fearless curiosity. You weren’t like the others he’d encountered—scared or scheming. You looked at him like he was more than a machine, more than a weapon. Those eyes… you were bright, alive, and when you’d asked to see him fly, there was something in them that stole his words. Hope, maybe. Trust. It made his spark pulse in a way that was unfamiliar, almost unsettling.

He wanted to say no. He should say no. It was the smart move, the Decepticon move. But when he opened his mouth, the words wouldn’t come. He saw the way you leaned forward, waiting, believing in him. And for reasons he couldn’t name, he didn’t want to let you down.

The silence stretched, and you felt your nerve falter. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Evening,” he said abruptly. “We do it in the evening. Less chance of being seen.”

Your eyes widened, a grin spreading across your face before you could stop it. “Really? You’ll do it?”

He shifted, looking almost… embarrassed? “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he grumbled, turning his head slightly. If a robot could cough, you swore he’d be doing it now, trying to cover up whatever passed for Cybertronian shyness.

You laughed, unable to help it. “Okay, okay. Evening it is. Where?”

“There’s a wooded area, west of your city. Secluded. Meet me there tomorrow, just after dusk.” His optics flicked back to you, and you could’ve sworn there was a hint of warmth in them. “And don’t be late.”

“I won’t,” you promised, still grinning. The idea of seeing him fly, of witnessing something so fundamentally him, made your chest feel light. “Thanks, Thundercracker. This means a lot.”

Thundercracker looked away, his wings shifting as if to hide his embarrassment. He made a low, rumbling sound . “Yeah, well… don’t get too excited. It’s just a flight.”

But you could tell he was flustered, and it only made your grin wider. You stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. “I should head back before it gets too dark. But I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? And… thanks again , Thundercracker. Really.”

He didn’t respond, just gave a curt nod, but his optics followed you as you left the barn, a faint glow in the fading light.

Back at your house, you couldn’t sit still. The thought of seeing Thundercracker fly—actually fly—kept your heart racing. You tried to distract yourself with chores, then dinner, but your mind kept drifting to tomorrow. What would it be like? Would he soar like the jets in Top Gun, or was it something entirely different? You fell asleep with a smile, dreaming of wings cutting through the sky.

Meanwhile, in the barn, Thundercracker sat in the dark, the Top Gun disc playing on the battered portable DVD player you’d left him last time. The screen flickered with images of jets roaring through the sky, but his optics barely registered them. His processor was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts he didn’t recognize as his own.

This was reckless. Stupid, even. He’d only known this human for two days, and here he was, agreeing to risk exposure just to show off. On Cybertron, he’d never have done something so impulsive. He was a Seeker, a warrior, not some sentimental mech chasing feelings. But when he thought of your face, the way your eyes had lit up, his spark did that strange, rapid pulse again. It wasn’t just the flying. It was you. The way you looked at him, like he was worth seeing. He wanted to see that look again, wanted to be the reason for it.

He shook his helm, optics narrowing. “Get it together,” he muttered to himself. Maybe you were right about the TV—too much of it was scrambling his circuits. Or maybe it was you, this human who’d stumbled into his life and turned everything upside down. Either way, he needed to recharge. But as he slipped into a low-power state, his thoughts weren’t of Cybertron or the war. They were of you, and the sky, and the wind he’d feel tomorrow.

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[revelboo]

Hello Revel! How have your days been lately?

What do you think bots would think if they witnessed human infidelity?(like in some novel, movie or even human gossip 👀)

Still great Revel We love you! 🩷

Thank you all for reading my nonsense, y’all are awesome! Ngl, first thing I thought of was Everything Is Alright’s Starscream. That mech is so darn tired and having to watch his tiny mate like a hawk because their thirsty self collects husbands. Most of the poly groups, there was some form of agreement to share and then Star’s over here just stressed out and currently trying to beat back Shockwave with a stick thinking he’s interested. But once Star’s less salty about it, he’s going to play that card to win every argument.

Seekers

Starscream x Reader

• “At least I didn’t frag your mortal enemy. And Soundwave,” he growls, wings flared out and trembling and your eyes narrow. Because he’s never letting that go. Megatron wasn’t even really your fault, but Soundwave? You glance at where the communication officer’s sitting with your tiny daughter curled sleeping in the crook of his arm and he looks up at the sound of his name. Yeah, you absolutely chose him and you don’t regret it. Even if you still feel guilty.

• Watching your lips press into a thin line, before you slowly nod, for a klik he thought you were about to get angry and yell at him. “Touché,” you mutter and he’s not sure what that means, the word not translating right. “Fine. Humans have more than one name. Give her a Cybertronian middle name if it makes you happy, but I swear if you pick something like Skullcrusher or Starscreamette, I’ll smack you. Repeatedly.”

• “I know a Skullcrusher,” he mutters. “He’s a jerk.” Turning to watch the little one snuggle her face closer against Soundwave with a little noise, trusting the other mech with the innocence of a sparkling. Not knowing how cruel and hard the world can be and he wants it to stay that way. He drags you into his lap and rests his chin on your head. And you slowly relax into him, not as annoyed as you sound then. “I was thinking of Skyfall for her Cybertronian name?” Something that’s a bit of him, a bit of his trine. And that guilt twists through him, because he needs to reach out to Thundercracker and Skywarp. Apologize even if it’s going to kill him, but he wants them to know his daughter, to be a part of her life. And he misses them.

• “Sky,” you mumble, watching your daughter’s little wing nubs flick. Looking for anything human in her features. Sometimes you think you see the shape of your eyes in her optics, that little mouth is yours, right? The rest of her alien. More Star than you. You’d thought that would bother you, and it does, but not in the way you’d imagined. It’s an odd, lonely feeling, like you’re on the outside looking in when you see one of them with her. Megatron has her longer than you did, is she really still yours, then?

• “I want to nudge Nova Storm or one of his brothers into taking a human mate. She needs other Seekers,” he murmurs and you nod. Before slowly leaning back and frowning up at him to make his wings droop. And Soundwave makes a low hum of noise, paying attention to the conversation now. Because they both know that look on your face.

• “Why them, not your brothers?” You ask, and his wings flick. Oh, no. Nope. Absolutely not. “You are not pulling some arranged marriage crap with our newborn baby.” Because you don’t care if your kid falls in love with another Seeker or not as long as she’s happy. “She can have seeker playmates, they can learn to fly together. I’d love that,” you growl, chest hurting imagining your kid trying to fly. Will she just know or have to be taught? “But you’re not going to push someone at her. She’s going to decide.” And his jaw clenches letting you know that’s exactly what he was thinking. And it’s not happening.

There’s still time to vote on the kid’s human name!

Thanks to @drabbletron for suggesting the kid’s Cybertronian name. I figure most of the hybrid kids will have two names and will lean toward one or the other as they get older. And they know they’re in trouble when both names get used by a parent