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[fallenneziah]

An unexpected spark.

Tag: @heiress-prime

Summary: Your relationship with Optimus is... Complicated. Between the adjustment to life on a new planet and saving your asses from the Decepticons, there was only so much you could handle. And having Optimus' kin had not been on that list for either of you.

Cw: Pregnancy, minor injury, implied sexual encounters, Femme reader. Optimus doesn't have the software update for dadification. Italics for past conversation.

Your relationship with Optimus is... Complicated. Purely for the fact that being sparkmates with a Prime is exactly how you'd expect it to be. 

Yes, Optimus had grown more intimate when you finally decided to stop dancing around each other's afts. Optimus was used to the way of the Prime, so it wasn't in his routine quite yet to acknowledge you romantically. Occasionally when you got some alone time he'd press his helm to yours and remind you how much he appreciated you for sticking by him.

Optimus cares about you, he does. He cares about you to the point that If you didn't contribute so much to the team and were few in numbers he may have yoinked you off the field for good. 

He hates seeing you come back dinged up with scratches glaring in your paint. He hates that exhausted look and he wishes he could keep you safe. 

You knew this, nudging him with your field and smiling softly at him from across the room, excited and lighting up like a puppy when his EM field would brush you back.

You'd sit and have your Energon in the morning together. In the past couple weeks Optimus had noticed the rate at which you had Energon had been increasing. You just found yourself thirsty a lot.

Optimus would tell you to go easy, you only had so much supply after all. It eased the aches you felt after spending the night curled up next to him.

Optimus left you satisfied. You knew it would be a difficult relationship, if not for his duties as Prime, but your survival. 

And you were no stranger to a recon mission, driving down the open Nevada road and taking in the dirt and grime under your tires. Optimus had given you coordinates to an emerging supply with a light squeeze of your shoulder and a loving gaze only he could pull off.

It was nice to spend time away. At least you didn't have to drag one of the kids with you. The children were so interesting. At least, earth children were. 

They were always full of energy, they always asked questions and wanted to be around and play with you. It made you chuckle a little.

Your drive down the road led you to a discarded backroad into the Nevada hills. You shifted your tire and diverted from the pavement off into the trees.

The constant ping from your interior leading the way.

You felt, in a sense, pent up. The way your back struts strained despite being tucked up into the carriage of your car. You could have chalked it up to your latest intimate night with Optimus.

Usually, you shake off the aches in a day or two. Optimus was the kind of 'bot who made up for his less-than-constant intimacy strings with an all-nighter that left you unable to move for the week following.

The weeks prior you had been more sensitive than usual, which Optimus had noticed. It left you both unable to find any time for intimacy because when you got to that point, you just couldn't handle it. But he was gentle. 

"Easy, am I hurting you??"

Your servos gripped onto the plates of his forearm, your expression twisting slightly. "No... I just.." You paused briefly to see if relaxing would ease the unusual pain and sensitivity.

"I don't know..."

"Should I stop?"

"No, no you're fine... I'll be fine."

Optimus' face at the time didn't show he was too convinced. He'd rather be cautious than be sorry later...

"You're coming up on the signal, be careful when you enter." Ratchet's voice broke you from your thoughts, causing you to slow down.

"I'll be careful."

You transformed and shook your pedes along the loose rock of the road. You scanned the area briefly, then continued on foot through the trees. The Energon supply would be right below you soon enough.

You absentmindedly rubbed your abdominal plating to ease the tension in your struts and fuel lines. He must have messed you up good considering the noticeable dent. You'd had it there for a bit, but it was barely noticeable.

The constant beep of the counter led your way through broken foliage and trees barely taller than yourself.

"Coming up on it." You said into your comm. You kept yourself at a good pace as you made it through and found the crater. 

Bingo.

"Get a move on!" A distant voice calls, causing you to duck behind a rock and bushes. 

"Could you useless 'cons work any faster!?"

You shifted and looked through the foliage to see a plateau-heeled Decepticon screeching away.

"Just... Perfect."

You leaned back, "Decepticons got the jump." You whispered into your comm and waited for Ratchet to update.

"How many??"

"Their usual mining crew... I'd say 15- maybe 20?" Your servo pressed against your plating again, feeling the uneasy warmth fill your gut. 

"I'll send Bumblebee and Bulkhead out to you, see if you can get a better idea of who we're up against." Ratchet again replied, giving you something to focus on while waiting for the scout.

You shifted against the rock and ducked back into the foliage. You tread up the small hill. Thankfully the only notable figure among them was Starscream. The rest looked like workers, they wouldn't pose a huge threat. 

You kneeled, your hip plating grinding loudly, making you freeze. The combined sink of your plating and the sound made you cringe. "Fraggin' hell..." 

You grimaced and continued to stay low and wait. It was all you could do. 

You sat there watching them mine the precious Energon that should be for you and the team. That wouldnt be the case if they didn't hurry up and get Bumblebee out here.

Your plating ached. It ached in a way that made you think about Optimus. About his hands on your hips and his denta on your neck cables.

Your plating heated, and the thought of Optimus made your fuel pump thump in your chassis.

"Frag," You whispered.

Your fans kicked on, and your panels clicked.

"Ratchet I- I'm not feeling well..." You swallowed hard.

"Not well?? What are your readings showing?"

You checked your monitor, looking down at the diagnostics on your forearm. You were experiencing intense tightening just above your hip plating. And the rising temperature caused your fuel lines to tangle and a lightheaded feeling to sink in.

"My plating feels... Too tight."

"Is it painful?"

"Yeah."

"Can you make it back?"

"I.. Yeah.." You started to stand.

You paused, and your servo came to your stomach plating. Your Energon levels were down to 40% despite your rationing before you left.

"Bumblebee and Bulkhead are on their way to your coordinates."

Optimus was in the other room, concentrating on some old data pads he skimmed whenever he wasn't on missions.

He heard Ratchet in the other room but tuned him out. A tight warmth grew in his chest which caused him to adjust and shake his shoulders slightly. But as he read the feeling grew more prominent until he couldn't ignore it. His EM field pulsed, feeling that faint pulse of your spark alongside his. It felt uneven. The usual soft pump in rhythm that comforted the Matrix in his chest felt off. 

Optimus pressed his servo to his chassis and tuned in to the feeling. Your spark throbbed against his rhythmically. The tight pulse and pull yearning for him, tugging the Matrix as if new life was growing the strength to stir from your chest.

It made him forget to breathe. He adjusted his optics again and pressed his chassis shut again, unaware it had come slightly ajar.

You leaned up against the rock, listening for anything around you with your servo still pressed against your abdomen. Footsteps softly came up behind you, a servo touching your shoulder. You jumped slightly and looked up to see Bumblebee. He whirred softly and pressed a digit to his helm as he moved toward the 'cons.

Bulkhead was close behind him. You sucked in the minor pain, took a deep breath and got on your feet again. You drew your arm cannon and followed the mechs out into the open.

"Hey, Screamer!" Bulkhead shouted and clanged his fists together. 

Starscream saw the three of you and frowned deeply. "Autobots!" His wings fluttered in a panic. "Get them!" He ordered the 'cons. They abandoned their mining and ran at you three.

You shot at the first wave, taking them down before they could get too close. Bumblebee and Bulkhead worked together to get the bigger bots and leave the smaller ones for you.

As you went to take another shot the ache returned.

You winced, taking down the miner and looking around the area. Starscream was nowhere in sight.

You were about to comm Ratchet, but a sharp pain in your chassis forced you to hunch over and hold yourself.

The energy in your veins is pumps and pulses. Bulkhead noticed you and quickly rushed to your side, defending your flank while you recovered. You recovered and moved toward the Energon reserve. Bumblebee and Bulkhead held their position. You rushed to the middle of the pit, Starscream jumping down in front of you.

"Where are you going?" He grinned and aimed his arm at you, spindly digit threatening to pull the trigger.

"Starscream-" You held a hand up, the other resting against the pain in your plating.

"Oh, you're not getting any mercy today!" He lunged at you and shot a round into your shoulder. You tumbled to the ground, the pain seering your plating. "Frag-" You reached your knee up and kicked him off, deflecting his arm that swung at you, twisting and throwing him off of you. His nimble frame was back on his feet in seconds. Luckily so were you. You raised your fists, blocking his left hook, his sharp arm plating screeching against yours.

His leg swept under your ankle and threw you to the ground again. He stood over you and aimed his arm in your face. "I've been waiting for this... Megatron will praise me." 

You panted and tilted your head back. "I wouldn't be too sure of that..."

A shadow fell over you both. Starscream's wings tucked in defeat as a fist violently shoved him out of the way and threw him against the wall. Starscream yelped, rock falling and landing in his lap.

Optimus stood over you, his servo reached for you and grabbed your arm to pull you up.

You winced and held yourself, feeling your struts and plates shift uncomfortably.

"Thank you."

He nodded firmly, activating his arm cannon and placing a protective arm on your shoulder. He moved you somewhere safer and rejoined the fight. You watched him go and smiled softly. Ratchet split from the group and came over to you. You slowly sat down and looked up at him as he worked. You took a deep breath and looked down. Your spark was warm, and your chest felt like it was going at a million beats per second.

Ratchet checked your diagnostics and nodded. "That was one of my fears... We need to get you out of here." You looked at him. How he looked at you made your spark flutter but for the wrong reasons. "Ratchet it's not..."

"It is. Optimus had a hunch."

You shuddered softly. Ratchet kept you sat down and watched over you protectively until the sound above the reserve grew quiet. Starscream squirmed out from his place and transformed, flying off. 

"We'll get him next time." You said.

"I'd say so." Bulkhead approached.

You tried standing but were met with resistance.

"I can walk," you said stubbornly, moving your hips slightly. Ratchet gave you a firm look and kept you down. Optimus walked over, the other two moving away so he could come close to you.

"It's as you thought, Optimus," Ratchet said and got up. He motioned the others to follow him and they went to look over the Energon.

You looked up at Optimus softly and searched his optics to try and identify any anger in his face. Or, anything. Any emotion would be great right about now. "I... I don't know how I didn't notice sooner... When would we even-"

Optimus gently reached out and took your servo. You looked down and then back up. Optimus fully kneeled to your side, squeezing your servo. "I am not upset. I'm not... anything, right now."

You sighed softly. "I should have known... all the signs were there." You looked down, "I should have known."

Optimus' faceplates softened, "I'm glad you're alright." He let go of your servo and cupped your faceplate, tilting his head down. Your shoulders loosened a little. You reached up to cup his neck when his helm met yours. He welcomed your EM field into his, surrounding you with a mellow warmth that soothed your hydraulics.

You were a nervous wreck. He knew that.

You leaned forward and nuzzled into his neck cables.

"Optimus.."

"I need to get you and the team home." His voice rumbled low in his chassis, soothing you with something fierce. He slowly leaned back and helped you up. Your knees wobbled and crumbled underneath you. Optimus caught you effortlessly, a large hand spreading across your breastplates, helping you lean back up. "Easy.." He kept you close to his body, a comforting weight in your chest that reminded you you were safe.

"I've never had to carry someone so much before."

You smiled up at him. "I wouldn't mind if you did it more often." 

He cracked a small smile at that. He effortlessly pulls you up off your pedes and against his warm chest. The others got the Energon they could, and Ratchet called Arce to open the bridge and bring you back to base. Optimus went first with you in his arms. He held you tightly and protectively as he made his way through the tunnel.

The team followed close behind, Arce shutting the bridge and coming to Ratchet's side.

"What happened out there?"

Ratchet looked up at Optimus, they shared a silent conversation for a moment before Ratchet turned back to his computer. "Mishap, come on, let's get the rest of this, yes?" The others nodded and followed Ratchet's instruction.

Optimus brings you back to your berthroom and slowly sets you down. Now that you were in private you could properly talk.

"I am not mad."

You looked up at him.

"I don't want you to think I am. We are in a dangerous war. I cannot blame you for this, nor am I mad at you for it. You couldn't have predicted this. I couldn't have either." He knew that wasn't entirely the case. You two were sexually reserved, sure. But you could have avoided this.

He gently reached out and touched the side of your helm. You leaned into it and reached up to touch his wrist.

"I am..." He paused. He didn't know what he was. How he felt, it was very mixed emotions. "I don't know what I feel."

You understood.

You leaned forward and nuzzled his wrist. You looked up at him with soft optics, "It doesn't change anything?" 

To that, Optimus shook his helm. "No, not a chance." You looked down, and a smile formed across your derma. "If it means anything... I wouldn't do this with anyone else."

Optimus chuckled softly.

You sat up a bit straighter. 

"I wouldn't feel privileged to raise a sparkling if it weren't with you." He said, his thumb tracing your jaw.

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. He held you, his hand on your jaw slowly traveling to the back of your helm. His EM field pulsed around you, warming you as it wrapped around your body. He pulled back and pressed his helm to yours.

"I'm glad we're in this together." You whispered. Optimus was quiet in favor of kissing you again. One servo comes down to protectively rest against your abdominal plating.

If Primus brings him a child, then who is he to say no? It may not be the ideal condition, but he wouldn't want to raise a sparkling with someone else.

You gleamed up at him. He returned the soft smile, gently nudging your forehead. "You're going to be a sire," Your smile grew wider, the momentary fear and worry that troubled you replaced by the joyful realization of what was to come.

Optimus couldn't help thinking of the future, of Megatron, of others who would get to hurt you, who surely would try to lay a hand on his child. Megatron wouldn't go that far... Would he?

He didn't fragging care. Not right now. Right now he allowed himself to bring his walls down, to hold you and kiss you all over until you giggled.

"And you, my Cybertronian beauty, the carrier of our sparkling."

A higher honor than anything. And even if sometimes Optimus didn't have it all figured out, he knew that if there was any time to commit to being the best sparkmate he could, it was now. For you, and for your sparkling.

After all... It wouldn't be long. He could feel it in his spark.

[nepetacataria-art]

✨🌠Stargazer🌠✨

I was reading the lovely SkyStar week 2022 collection of fics by Creatively_Written on AO3 (link here) and I had to draw this scene from the second chapter, where these two with their lil sparkling Snowscream watch the stars together! 🥺😭 🌟💙💞❤️🌟

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Transformers with scrap robo s/o!

tw: reader's a robot, kidnapping mention

Thinking about the transformers having a robo (NOT cybertronian) S/o that was built outta scraps and stuff in earth

Like my sibiling was watching robots movie today (the one from 2005....damn...) and gave thots about a reader built somewhat like that

Like u were made in someone's cheap basement and somehow u work perfectly fine instead of breaking cuz u were basically made from stuff out of trash lol

And like ur creator is nice but literally everytime u try to go out u either get harassed by locals or risked on getting taken by the government to experiment and make you into a weapon....so u gotta like be hidden most of the time....the street cats/doggies seem to like u at least...

Like megatron who felt a deep curiosity about you so he kidnaps takes you and him going something like this after he threatened earth and getting you pissed off cuz of that

I would imagen he had like a eye on you for a while and he uses like things that happen between you and humans to make u understand that earth sucks and mabey get u to join him but ur like- "No shit Sherlock! They suck but they have cute animals in there man! I dont want them to die so fuck off my planet!!! >:[[[[["

Kinda wild robot stuff going on there lol

[sleepisapriviligethatidonthave]

Hello, for the megOP prompt thing, how about tfp Megatronus getting injured in a fight and Orion worrying about him? Lots of hurt/comfort? No pressure tho

You ask and you shall receive!

Orion walked briskly through the labyrinth that was the underbelly of the Pits, ignoring the stares of the other gladiators with practiced ease. He could feel his spark race inside its chamber as the words of the announcer still rang in his audials.

“Spinner and Gunner are closing in on our Champion, Gunner attacks from the side and Megatronus deflects- what’s this? Spinner comes from behind before Megatronus can react and stabs him in the lower back! If he hit the spinal strut, then this could spell the end for the reigning Champion of the Pits!”

He had abandoned his post in the Archives the moment he had heard those words over the grid and hit the road with a screech. At times like this, he cursed the distance between the two city-states.

As he rounded the last corner to Megatronus’ suite, he was met by one of the medics that worked in the Pits.

“How is he?” Orion blurted out before the bot had even registered his presence.

“What? Ah, yes, he’ll live. That sword did not puncture anything vital, so he’ll make a full recovery, granted that he doesn’t do anything stupid.” said the medic tiredly. Orion nodded, muttered his thanks, and ran the final stretch to the door of the habsuite.

He punched in the code and marched into the small berthroom where Megatronus rested. His spark squeezed painfully when his finally saw his lover.

The gladiator was laying on his front on the narrow berth, looking away from the door. A newly welded wound married the usually hidden protoform underneath the back armour. He growled, “I believe that I said not to be disturbed while I’m resting.”

“Not even by me?”

Megatronus immediately shot up at the familiar voice, pushing himself up on his forearms before scowling at the pain that shot through his frame. “Orion,” he choked out, a tad disbelieving, “you’re here.”

“Don’t sound so shocked. Did you really think that I wouldn’t come to you immediately?” he said and came closer to cup his lover’s faceplate in his servos. He looked so tired and dirty.

Megatronus nuzzled into the gentle servos, sighing in contentment. “I suppose I underestimated how much you worry for me.” he closed his optics and allowed his EM field to stretch out and envelop Orion, pulsing gratitude, and love. He frowned when he felt worry and hurt clash in his lover’s field.

He looked at the archivist who was staring at him, optics filled with sadness. “I told you not to fight in those matches.” Orion whispered, his voice shaking, making Megatronus stiffen. This had been a point of tension between the two of them for a while now. He never would have thought that he would frag up so badly as to prove his archivist right. He could only curse his himself for that failure. Megatronus felt his spark squeeze at the sight of those gorgeous blue optics fill with tears.

“Orion-“

“Do not Orion me, I told you that fighting more than you already had to was a bad idea and what did you do? You went ahead and did it anyways! You’ve been running yourself ragged, Megatronus! No amount of shanix is worth this!” Megatronus found himself cringing at the tirade. Orion was right, of course, like he usually was, but he still could not understand why he reacted so. He was no stranger to pain and suffering, what was one more scar in the name of his cause?

“Everything will be fine, my love. I have not sustained permanent damage and that is what matters in the end.” he tried soothing, but it only angered Orion even more, his plating flaring out as he pulled back his servos and threw them in the air.

“Megatronus, do you really think that just because the damage will not have longlasting effects, I will not worry about you? Every time you step into the Pits, I pray that you will return to me unharmed and all I get in return is you, throwing yourself into even more danger!” the gladiator could only stare in bewilderment as his beloved pored his spark out.

“Just because you can handle something, doesn’t mean that I or anyone else that cares about you will worry any less about you. I need you to understand that Megatronus.” Tears had begun to stream down the archivist’s faceplate, his frame shaking as he panted, trying to help his frame cool down.

For once, Megatronus found himself speechless. They stared at each other for a while, only the sound of Orion’s cooling systems breaking the heavy silence.

“I… I had now idea that my decisions were affecting you so much, Orion. I am so sorry beloved, for making you suffer unnecessary pain because of me.”

The archivist snorted and wiped away his tears, “You’re the one in pain, you fool.” he muttered and closed the distance between them, planting a kiss on the gladiator’s forehelm. “I just wish that you would listen to me when I try to talk some sense into you.”

It was Megatronus’ turn to let out a chuckle, only to wince in pain as the newly welded wound made its presence known. “I believe that it would be in my best interest that I start doing so from this moment onward.”

Orion’s rested their forehelms together, making his lover look into his optics, ”Promise?”

“I swear on my spark, beloved.” he said solemnly and took one of Orion’s servos into his own, kissing the back of it.

That seemed to be enough to quell the last of the archivist’s wrath. “Good. Now make me some space on the berth. I didn’t drive all the way here just to stand like a statue.” Megatronus let out a loud laugh, uncaring of the pain it caused him and pushed himself up some more, allowing Orion to lay beneath him.

Megatronus purred and laid his helm on his beloved’s chassis. Orion smiled and placed one servo on the back of the gladiator’s neck cables while the other one busied itself with petting the silver helm.

“I know that I do not say it to you nearly enough, but thank you, Orion Pax, for caring for me.”

Orion felt his frame fill with warmth. How could he stay mad at his lover when he was so earnest? “Rest, my Champion. We will talk more later.”

With that Megatronus allowed his frame to finally wind down, knowing that the most important mech in his life was right there, looking after him, protecting him. He fell into recharge, soothed by the feeling of his Orion’s spark, spinning in sync with his own.

I also posted it on AO3 for those interested in checking out my other works ^^

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58680121

[bellamby]

Screwloose is what we refer to as "quirky"

If you guessed "Decepticon Scientist!!!!" you'd be right!

Never seen without a smile, constantly dreaming up her next experiment, and cautiously choosing her next test subject. That's how she spends most of her time.

Her greatest success? Project Psyche. A prototype said to be able to hack into any Cybertronian system - namely, the minds of other Cybertronians, Autobot AND Decepticons alike.

(She's the main antagonist of Silver Sun's story)

[whatwooshkai]

little snippet from chapter twenty for you guys

Optimus starts the next poem, then immediately stops. “I am not reading sexually explicit poetry aloud.” “Yeah, why not?” Megatron braces his chin against Optimus’ torso, blinking his optics innocently at him. “Because I do not want to,” Optimus snaps. Despite the elegant descriptions and style of the poem, this is raunchy. Optimus feels heat crawl through his lines. “C’mon, please?” Megatron squeezes Optimus, then starts drawing circles on his frame, letting his fingers drift lower and lower. “Read in your sexy voice too, you know the one.” “I am not reading it, and most definitely not my 'sexy’ voice- who wrote this?” Optimus goes to look for a name while Megatron shifts against him, dipping his fingers into the grooves on the Prime’s waist.  “Me.” Optimus’ helm whips around to stare at Megatron. He knows  the former Decepticon is a poet, but still. Optimus skims the poem again. “I am not reading sexually explicit poetry you wrote about me, especially not aloud .” “How do you know I wrote it about you?” Megatron challenges, fingers tracing higher. “You are having raunchy fantasies about other semi-trucks?” Optimus snaps back.

[still-not-over-transformers]

I’m genuinely disappointed at the lack of Predaking smut art and fics on the internet. Like… is there only a small category of ppl who get horny over not only a giant robot, but a giant robot that turns into a dragon? Also… NO art and few fics of him Fragging the reader or another character in beast form. Like….. tis’ a major disappointment.

[robinthetiredartist]

The second chapter is out not even a day after the other chapter was released, hope you all enjoy the seeds of tension being woven 👀

[mysticfoxdesigns]

My summaries are very descriptive

New fic alert btw! Started as a joke between me and @spiritshaydra while I was forcing watching Rescue Bots with her. She basically said "ooo Fowler would PISSED" and that started this snowball.

[fallenneziah]

Hi! Love your blog!

Can you do a scenario where tfp wheeljack and/or tfp megatron with their soft s/o (human or cybertronain your choice) being bulled or harassed by someone. What would they do?

Thank you so much for stopping by! I've been rewatching the series so the influx of requests is really fun. I'm glad you enjoy it here, and I hope you like this.

Megatron and Wheeljack reacting to their S/O being harassed. (Separately)

Will absolutely deal with any harassment himself. While on one hand he'd usually let Soundwave depart anyone making trouble, when they make trouble toward you, it's a whole different story.

You had just finished getting your usual scan from Knockout after kicking some Autobot tailpipe out on that mud ball called earth. You were a little sore in the joints but you at least managed to retrieve the relic that Megatron was so insistent on busting his bearings for. Not like you were going to complain or protest, you were more than willing to do something if it meant making Megatron happy for more than a minute at a time.

As you walked down the halls of the Nemesis the incessant clicking of heels made your insides grind together in frustration.

And as you had suspected, that squeaky, whiny voice broke the air, rushing up to you. "Ah, look at you, retrieving the relic for your precious master. How does it feel?"

You rolled your eyes. "Starscream, whatever you have to say, I'm really not interested."

Starscream's wings fluttered and he rushed up to you again. "You misunderstood. I merely came to congratulate you on your work. Why is that a crime??"

You turned to him, glaring at the con. "You know why. Megatron told you to keep your distance, remember?"

Starscream grit his denta and curled his servos. "Ah... Yes. That- misunderstanding..."

"You tried to climb into my berth, Starscream. That wasn't a 'misunderstanding'." You had been butting helms with Starscream for a long time. You didn't understand why Megatron didn't just chuck him. Especially after what he did last time. Trying to get in your good graces while Megatron was locked in stasis.

You told Megatron right away when he first awoke, what a pleasant way to be greeted. By learning your scheming second in command tried to sleep with your partner.

Starscream laughed nervously. "That was merely diplomatic! I was trying to build relations-"

"Save it for the scrap heap, Starscream." You dismissed him and kept on your way, walking toward the throne room, the helm of the Nemesis to find your partner.

But that annoying clack of stiletto heels continued after you, panting as he raced to your side. You glared and continued on your way, not looking at him in hopes he'd get the hint and buzz off.

Starscream however, did not like being ignored. He grabbed your wrist and looked at you with those big red, pathetic eyes. "Please, give me a chance."

You frowned and tried to break your wrist from his grip. "Starscream, get off! I'm not sleeping with you, even if you weren't half as scummy and slimy as you are."

He gasped, his brow plates going up, and then slanting again. "You-"

"Starscream!"

Starscream jumped out of his armor, his optics turning to the massive frame taking up the space of the hallway. Megatron glared down at his second in command, the dark scar lines carved into his face only makes his expression more menacing.

Stood just behind him was the much smaller frame of Soundwave, visor blank and stature as still as a rock.

He ratted on him!!

"Lord Megatron-" Starscream let go of your wrist and tucked his wings in, attempting to seem more pathetic and tiny to Megatron. "I was merely-"

"Starscream, you have no excuse that will make me satisfied you had a right to put your hands on what is mine." His voice was threatening as he walked forward, making Starscream scramble back in response.

"I was not!-"

You moved to Megatron's side, feeling his taloned servo briefly grace your back, digits playing across the plating to assure himself of your presence.

"Apologies, my dear. Soundwave, make them comfortable in my chambers." He dismissed you with an assuring glance, and you nodded. You didn't give Starscream a second thought before you were turned and following Soundwave.

The wretched scream of Starscream bounced off the hallway, but Soundwave kept up his even walk next to you.

"You rat him out for me?" You asked softly.

Soundwave didn't reply, but you'd been around him long enough to know he had your back. And hated Starscream as much as you did.

While you were getting comfortable, Megatron's optics were full of near physical fire. He had Starscream by the face, dragging him down the hallway and threw him into an empty room.

Starscream struggled for air, scrambling back. "Lord Megatron! Have mercy! I didn't mean to intrude, I promise!" His optics widened, staring up at the gladiator.

Megatron chuckled darkly and he kicked Starscream. "Just like you didn't mean to attempt to sleep with them behind my back??" He spat with a venomous tone.

Starscream whimpered and curled up, the beating seemed to last for hours. But by the time Megatron had dragged the seeker to Knockout, he was so very lucky Megatron hadn't severed his vitals where he'd stood...

Megatron entered his chambers when he was finished and saw you relaxing on the berth with Soundwave posted nearby. He released Soundwave back to his work and turned his gaze to you.

"Did he hurt you?"

You lightly rubbed your wrist. "No, I think you hurt him enough for both of us."

Megatron let out a rumbly hum and walked over, taking your hand. He examined your wrist until he was satisfied. He did not see you as weak, the last thing he'd look for in a partner was weakness, and you were far from.

"I should end him for this..."

"So you didn't?" You smiled a little, but the joke didn't exactly land. A tense moment passed before you sighed. "I promise, I'm fine." You patted his massive servo, and that seemed to ease him.

"Very well, my dear. But I will not hesitate to end him if he tries again."

Your travels with Wheeljack had been long, and the Jackhammer was running low on fuel when you decided to stop at a nearby Autobot outpost. It was one of the few not abandoned toward the exodus of the war when troops started to flee from Cybertron.

It was hidden amongst the stars, a nice and cozy place for fueling, company, and information.

"Where do you think we'll head after this?" You turned your helm to Wheeljack as he landed the Jackhammer on one of the lots of the outpost.

He turned to you with a little smirk. "Who knows. Maybe we'll meet up with some of the wreckers."

"Hah, wouldn't that be a dream." You smiled as you stood. Wheeljack nodded for you to go first, ushering you out of the ship and out onto the ground to stretch your pedes and back struts.

"Ah." You let out a soft breath, feeling Wheeljack lightly pat your hip. "Come on, I'll fill 'er up, you go get us a drink for the road."

You smiled and watched his back as he went to barter energon for the ship. So you headed for the outpost bar next to the office. Maybe you'd pick up a report on your way out and get you two on a little mission to pass the time.

The inside of the bar wasn't particularly crowded. Some of the members who stuck around the outpost and bounty hunters that were passing through the boundary of Decepticon and Autobot territory.

You went to the front and ordered two tall drinks of energon, waiting by the end of the bar. Your digits tapped against the metal surface while waiting. So long out in space with only Wheeljack had turned you into something of a bot watcher. You enjoyed seeing so many people in one place, as much as it also made you anxious.

Your digits continued to rhythmically tap, a motion that kept you calm and aware of your surroundings.

Well, that was until a bot decided to try his luck. He walked up to you and leaned against the bar counter, his bright blue optics meeting yours. "Nice seeing a new face around here. How long you staying, soldier?" He looked down at your digits, then back to your face.

"Not long. My partner is filling up our ride." You replied simply, dismissing the conversation while waiting.

He hummed and raised his brow plates. "Partner, hey?"

"Yes, partner." You turned your helm to the bar, not giving the bot a second thought until he spoke up again.

"Y'know, I got a group of scavengers planning to meet up with some of the Autobot big names, if you're interested. Might get a shot at the front lines."

You looked back at him, then shook your helm. "I'm happy where I'm at. We offer a hand where we're needed."

He hummed, his brow plates flicking up briefly. "If you say so. Sounds boring, that's no life for a soldier, is it?"

Your optics briefly flickered back to Wheeljack entering the crowded bar, then back at the mech. You leaned up and put your weight onto your fidgeting arm. "Look, I don't know what you want, but I'm not taking it. I've got a good partner, we're just passing through."

The mech's expression truly soured and his servo moved to grasp your hip. His digits barely grazed your armor before Wheeljack grabbed his wrist tightly, twisting his arm back up and turning the mech toward him.

"Woah Woah, having a party over here are we? And I wasn't invited? Shame..." His optics glowed, brows slanting, his grip tightening.

The mech looked at Wheeljack and grit his denta. "We were just having a conversation. Your partner here tells me you're just passing through." He grumbled.

"That we are." He said as the bartender passed over the drinks and Wheeljack dropped the mech's servo to grab his drink and chugged it back, tapping the cube on the counter.

"Drink up darling, we'll be in the sky again soon." He winked at you, and you couldn't help feeling a bit flustered. Of course he has to act like this when someone is trying to get in with you.

Wheeljack pushed past the mech subtly and offered you your drink, his servo taking its place on your hip, gently rubbing the plating there.

You took the energon and drank it down, enjoying the energy in your system. You were about ready to go now, you didn't want to spend more time here if you didn't have to.

"Now, if you'll excuse us." Wheeljack threw the mech a threatening look and motioned you toward the door.

He turned back to the mech one last time as you left, and he gave the mech a threatening look again. "Try that slag again and I'll cut you up so fast you won't know what happened. No self respecting Autobot would attempt the shit you just did."

He pointed his digit to the mech's chest. "You're just lucky they're more important to me than some nobody soldier, or I'd grind you into scrap, wrecker style." He moved past and patted the mech harshly on the back as he did.

"Jackie..." You looked up at him and sighed once he came out of the bar.

Wheeljack lightly shushed you with a kiss to the helm. "I've got it taken care of. Besides, I think he'll be pretty unhappy when he leaves..."

You raised a brow plate, before spotting his empty hip where he usually kept his singular grenade.

"Jackie-"

Wheeljack smiled and guided you toward the Jackhammer. "Shh, he deserves it. He better be glad I didn't pound his metal right there. I'd have made a fool of him." He grit his denta.

He looked down at your servo, gently taking it. Though you weren't tapping your digits anymore, he could tell you'd been anxious.

"But my partner comes first."

[agent-chugway]

My contribution to TF Rare Pairing Fest 2024 (@tfrarepairing)! I combined both prompts for October 20: "stuck in an elevator" and "spirits."

Continuity: IDW

Relationship: Bumblebee/Windblade/Starscream

Tags: Flirting, Kissing, Polyamory, Ghosts, Trapped In Elevator, Confrontations, Arguing, Sexual Tension

Word Count: 5,409 | Rating: T

Summary:

Bumblebee is dead and has nothing better to do. Windblade is determined to get some answers. Starscream just wants to go home and sleep. This elevator is feeling more and more crowded by the second.

[botmilf]

Another addition to my Fancyformers au with my Seeker OC: Ephemeris!

Having placed herself in a political marriage with Optimus Prime, Ephemeris (a former Decepticon Seeker) often finds herself being scrutinized by her new Autobot allies.

[lazypanartist]

Wanna hang out with Megatron while he's reading to me, while I'm just drinking tea and listening to the deep timbre of his voice from atop his desk. Idk. Maybe offer to make him some tea next time he's in his Holoform, but he's just as content the way it is now. He'll do it if I ask, though.

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Fellas.

It is October.

You know what that means…

IT’S HALLOWEEN!!! AND THAT MEANS SPOOKY WRITING!!!!

In honor of this wonderful holiday and all that comes with it, I have decided to do a sort of event thingy for Halloween! For this month, if you’d like to, please think up a word that you think might be good inspiration for a horror-based Transformers story! If you’d like to send something in, do so!! I really enjoy writing horror, and I think doing this would be really fun!!

Happy Halloween!!!🎃

[whatwooshkai]

okay so what if. megop fic idea in the style of second chance blues. EXCEPT megatron gets transported, after he dies, back to the day he and Optimus first met- except, they’re Orion pax and megatronus. megatron is like “I’m not gonna fuck this up again” so he’s trying so hard to be op’s friend. he’s this close to saying “I love you” the first time op smiles at him. and op is just like, oh my god, new friend who’s taking an interest in me and MY interests??? count me in!!

[iacon-daily]

Breaking News! Iacon Daily is now up and running!

This is a fun little way for me to write about Cybertronian culture/headcanons and stuff without it just being another rambling session! So I hope you all enjoy gimmick accounts!

Feel free to send in asks about Cybertronian culture! Or just about me!

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