#while Arcee stretches

[redsea8me]

Woag…. epic Icebound return…

I didn’t except Arcee and Bumblebee to be the first ones done but I’m certainly not complaining 🙏

these two are absolutely attached to the hip, as the scouting duo for the Autobots they’ve basically developed separation anxiety 😭

Arcee is the vocal and protective one of the two, w/ Bumblebee being her little shadow, Bee rarely ever talks instead choosing other forms of communication

they’ve had the most contact w/ humans, so they’re the most comfortable around them

[pinkanonwrites]

The Immensity of Vacancy

Energon Universe Jetfire/Human Reader, +1200 words

Just a little bittersweet something I wrote after the last issue of the Skybound comics came out. Jetfire my sweet, you did not deserve your fate.

ENERGON UNIVERSE COMIC SPOILERS AHEAD.

It was curious how even the most harrowing of circumstance could, with enough time and enough patience, shear down its jagged edges until it became something nearly palatable. 

Not comfortable. Primus, no, never comfortable. But palatable.

Stars no longer graced Jetfire’s curious optics, all light snuffed in favor of an inky nothingness soothed only by memory. There could be no ache of stasis lock when the freedom of movement had been ripped from his frame entirely, left to the whims of his fellow Cybertronians. The breems of silence would stretch into cycles, tuning his remaining audials ever finer upon the low thrum of Teletraan, the rattle-step of Autobots passing through corridors below. 

Perhaps that was why he could always hear you coming.

Your footsteps didn't boom or echo like those of Optimus Prime, never accompanied with the screech of tires like Arcee or Cliffjumper. Instead came the soft tink tink tink of tiny, booted feet against the resonant floor, the jangle of metallic jibbitz swinging from a clip on your belt. ‘Keys’ you had called them, though they were nothing like the data-keys or passcodes more familiar to him. ‘One for my car, one for my house, one for the back door at work.’ Primitive, but undeniably clever. 

You always paused in the doorway of the hangar when you approached, a brief instance of silence. Perhaps you were waiting for a transformation from him, a flourish of panels shifting and plates fluttering into place to reveal his root mode, his towering form compared to your own tiny one. You knew as well as he did that idea was an impossibility, but you paused nonetheless.

“Hey. Are you awake?”

Jetfire spent much time in recharge nowadays, the only respite from the insurmountable emptiness that surrounded him that remained in his control. It was another consistency from you, willing to let him rest for untold lengths of time, as if your own presence was not wildly preferred.

“Yes. For quite a while now.”

You let out a soft, sad sounding hum. “I’m sorry I couldn't get here earlier.”

“That's alright. I’m sure you have much of your own work to attend to.”

“Maybe, but it's not really anything exciting.” He could hear the shuffle and thunk of your backpack hitting the metal landing bay, the pull of the zipper. When you settled in your spot on the floor and leaned back against his landing gear, heat radiated through the space where your back pressed to his cool plating. “Work, mostly. Had a late shift last night, so I ran to the library this morning instead. The librarian actually recognized me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, I just didn't expect it. I never went there until recently, anyway. Guess now that I’m going in a couple days a week I’m becoming a regular. Imagine that.”

Jetfire let out a soft hum. “We’ll never be wanting for reading material then.”

You seemed to hesitate for a moment as you removed something from your bag, the flutter of paper against your fingertips tickling his audials.

“I brought a new book. ‘The War Of The Worlds’. It’s an old sci-fi classic.” You softly fanned through the pages again. “It’s about, um… It’s about aliens. That come to take over Earth. It was probably a stupid choice, we can read something different if you want.”

He could understand your hesitation. Though Jetfire had not spent long interacting with the local lifeforms of your planet, he’d heard more than enough from the other Autobots about the occurrences at the power plant; The terror, the violence. The story of a hostile occupation from beings infinitely more powerful and dangerous than the planet’s inhabitants could strike offensive if presented in the wrong way, to the wrong bot. And yet…

“I would like to hear it.”

He couldn’t help that part of himself that yearned to understand. To learn. How often would he get the chance to hear the perspective of another species, better yet from the species themselves? Considering his current state, likely never again.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be this, I brought other books. To Kill A Mockingbird, Treasure Island, maybe some Shakespeare-?”

“No, I… I want to hear it. I’d like to understand.”

You hesitated further still, as if you were waiting for Jetfire to change his mind. Then you let out a small, huffy noise, like you were trying to clear your vents. Jetfire recognized the sound to be what you’d called a “sniffle”. Paper shuffled, you let out a low, steadying sigh, and began to read.

“No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own…”

You were a delightful narrator, though you’d often brush off Jetfire’s compliments as to the former. ‘You should hear David Attenborough!’ you’d reply, though Jetfire had no idea who this apparent man was. Your cadence and accent would adjust slightly when switching characters, like you were putting on a play. The first descriptions of the alien conquerors were read with a faux suspense, as if you could scare the Cybertronian with narration alone. And yet, when you came upon the paragraph describing the first human deaths, there did your energy began to falter. You shifted against his landing gear, swallowing thickly as you described the heat ray that jumped from man to man, ‘...as if each man were suddenly and momentarily turned to fire.’ Your hesitance didn’t seem to stem from the words themselves, but the context in who you were reading them to. Did the recent Decepticon attack on the hospital strike as close to home mentally as it did physically?

You paused again at the end of the chapter. Usually here Jetfire would have rattled off the questions he’d saved while you were reading, foreign concepts and names of unknown locations and the intricacies of human interaction that he didn’t quite comprehend. But he found himself in silence here as well. Not stunned, not scared, merely… contemplative.

“Sorry. It’s not too late to read something else, you know. Treasure Island’s still on the docket.” You murmured, fingers tapping absentmindedly along the book’s spine. 

“There’s no need to apologize. Already it’s a fascinating tale.” He paused for a moment, mulling over his words. The question he was about to ask seemed painfully obvious. Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to leave it unsaid. “Are all humans this afraid of… aliens?”

‘Will all humans be this afraid of us?’ He did not ask.

“I think…” You hummed, head thunking back against his landing gear plating. “I think that most humans are afraid of the unknown. The idea that there’s something out there we can’t understand. We don’t like being reminded that we aren’t actually in control. That at any point in time we could die.”

Jetfire thought back to Cybertron- the expeditions failed, the cities razed, the lives lost- and he understood the sentiment exactly. 

“Would it comfort you to know that the experience isn’t uniquely human?” 

You barked out a short laugh. “A little, actually.”

Jetfire had spent so much of his life in the cold. The cold of space. The cold of the ice. The cold of the silent, empty hangar. But here, in this moment, with your body pressed to his plating, your voice filling the blackness, he felt inexplicably warm. 

“I’d still like to hear more, if you would continue.”

Though Jetfire could not see your smile, it was more than enough to hear it in your voice.

“Sure thing, big guy.”

[porceline]

So, I'm thinking of your fic, and in it we see how the reader reacts when Optimus is turned human. My request is headcanons or a little ficlet/drabble on how OP would react if you (his human S/O) were to interact with a relic that turned them into a Cybertronian.

Turn of events

Pairing:

Optimus Prime × cybertronian!reader

Summary:

After a decommissioned disguise relic ended up in the hands of the Autobots, everyone's favorite reader (you), ended up being transformed into a giant cybertronian.

Word count: 1k+

A/N: HIII GUYSSS I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out, gosh I got sick AGAIN! and some personal stuff went down, but I'm back and badder than ever!! Enjoy loves!

(Ps. This isn't as detailed as I would've liked but I rushed to get it out cuz I was taking too much time, but might even make it a full fic when I finish my current one!!)

It was an accident, completely an accident. You hadn't meant to. You just wanted to see.

Sliding thin, fleshy fingers between large gaps in buttons and pressure plates while no one was paying attention, with no idea the relic would be so sensitive. Not your proudest moment.

You always knew your curiosity would be your downfall. You're just lucky Bulkhead moved the kids out of the way.

It was the most pain you've ever experienced, it felt like your limbs were getting stretched beyond their limit, your skin pulled hard and slowly, then it felt like it was turned to stone.

No one had any time to react before you became ten times bigger than you were born, your new form falling onto the elevated platform designated for humans.

The concrete was thick enough to hold your weight, but the iron safety bars bent under you.

Everything was tinted blue, and somehow brighter than before. You had to squint your eyes.

Your vision kept blurring, sometimes focusing on one single spot, zooming onto it as if you were wearing Binoculars.

There was a panic around you, commotion and yelling. Everything sounded so far away though. You couldn't focus.

A hand, much larger than yours grasps your shoulder. Another cups your cheek and turns your head.

It's Optimus. He's speaking. His mouth is moving but you hear nothing. You're scared.

"Have you shrunk?" You blurt out, you can feel the rumble of your own voice like never before, it sounded so clear despite not being able to hear.

He raises an eyebrow, his mouth begins to move again, but you still can't hear anything.

Thick brows furrow as blue optics scan over your worried face. Optimus puzzles together what might be wrong, his face softens as he reaches to the side of your head.

You hear three loud clicks, then the sound of the base booms into your ears, making your head throb.

"What happened!?"

"Primus, what did you do!?"

"Why did you touch that?!"

"Are you alright?"

You snap your head towards Optimus, his gentle optics stare deep into your own.

You shake your head.

He hums, sliding a thick arm under your back, helping you sit up. His free hand slides over your legs, turning them to hang over the large concrete block you're sitting on.

By now, Ratchet has made his way over to you, an angry look on his face as both he and Optimus help you stand up.

The rest of the team are watching in silence, mouths agape in awe at the sudden transformation they had just witnessed. Seeing you go from such a tiny being, to being slightly larger than arcee was incredible.

Your feet, well, pedes, finally hit the floor, they felt so much heavier than what you were used to. Like someone glued concrete blocks onto your feet.

The two of them loosen their grip on you, the lack of support nearly makes you topple over, making you blurt out an embarrassing yelp.

Ratchet scoffs in annoyance, while Optimus shakes his head, leaning you back to scoop you into his arms.

"Let's keep you off your pedes for a bit."

You don't argue.

Ratchet leads the way to the medical bay, walking a bit faster than Optimus. You can practically hear the anger in his steps.

"I'm so sorry." You whisper, burying your face in your hands. How could you have been so stupid?

"None of that," Optimus pulls your hands away from your face, tilting your chin up.

"It's not your fault, it was an accident. Ratchet might seem angry, but he really is just worried."

Everyone else has since gone their separate ways, still on edge from, the event earlier.

What a horrible way to start the day.

Optimus settles you down on one of the large metal cots, leaning you back against the wall.

He sits down next to you while Ratchet occupies himself with running tests on you. The scanner in his forearm drowns you in a green light, covering you head-to-toe.

Completing the scan, Ratchet turns back around. His digits tap against the keyboard as he types.

You look up to the monitor above his head, the text scrolls down the vibrant green screen.

But you can read it.

It's incredible, you understand it but you also.. don't? You can read it, but the text is still so foreign to you.

The information on the screen appears to be vitals, and though you can read it, you can't quite understand it.

Optimus holds onto your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. It was a comforting touch.

Ratchet returns to your side, taking an object that looks like a human-ish pistol from the table beside you.

Before you can even breathe, he turns your hand over and shoots your palm. It hurt, but not as much as you had anticipated. It was like getting a flu-shot.

The vial attached to it starts filling with a blue liquid, energon, you presume.

Ratchet doesn't say a word when he pulls the gun away, slotting it into a machine next to your cot.

The awkward silence eats away at your mind, you grip the grey armor plating on your thighs.

"Ratchet.. I didn't mean-"

"Ehp yehp yehp! I don't want to hear any of it."

You sulk your shoulders, hunching your head down as his thick metal digets tap away at the keyboard.

Optimus sighs. "Ratchet..-"

The prime is interrupted by his medic.

"Not you too! I can barely deal with one whining bot, by Primus don't make me deal with two."

Your eyes widen, your hands open in a defensive position.

"I'm not whining!"

He points his thick digit at you. "That, right there, is whining!  Can you please try to be quiet while I figure out how to fix this?!" Ratchet huffs, turning away back to his monitor. Mumbling something about humans being loud.

You glare at the back of his head, sighing in frustration.

This week is going to be hell.

[stickytrigger69]

NSFW TFP Soundwave x femme autobot prisoner if that’s ok, what if he used his tentacles as bondage?

TFP Soundwave x Femme Cybertronian Reader

Femme Reader

NSFW minors DNI!

I took some liberties and thought I'd spice it up just a bit more, so you're about a helm shorter than Arcee.

A/N I am so sorry I've been so inactive, but the universe has been blessing me lately, so I've been losing sleep and spazzing lol so thanks for understanding. Hope this makes yall happy.

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Extreme discomfort sends wave after wave of hot pain from your wrists down your arms. Your frame heating up every second you're suspended in the dark room. You've tried wiggling and shifting, even trying to flip backward, but there's not enough space above you to do so. Every time you struggle, you whimper and groan, venting heavily as you try to relieve the pain from your wrists. You swing slowly from all the moving, helm hanging low optics shut in defeat. While you struggle the door whooshes open and the clanking of pedes slowly approach. Wait, no, there's two sets.

Two bots have entered. A servo snatches your chin and forces your helm up coming optic to optic with Starscream. "Quit moving, you filthy creature!" He scowls. "You're going to hurt yourself, and then I'll be blamed."

"Not like you care screamer!" You snarl at him. You look past his helm to see who's with him. While you thought it would be the good doctor, it's Soundwave. This realization makes you nervous. Starscream growls, deeply angered at your ferocity, let's go of your face and walks over to the controls.

"Maybe this will put you in a better place of understanding." A button is pressed and held, electricity shoots through your small frame and makes you writhe. Your helm shoots up so you can scream at the ceiling, body tensing and shaking. Soundwave stares fascinated, watching your abdomen and tribulen, you move them in circles beckoning him forth.

He grabs Starscreams hand away from the control center and stares into the seekers' faces, who just groans and pulls away sharply. "If you think you can get them to obey, then by all means, I actually have work to do." He nudges Soundwave out of the way and leaves as swiftly as he came.

As the door shuts behind Starscream, a tentacle comes from Soundwaves back and connects to the control center behind him to lock the door shut. Several fire walls later, to ensure his privacy, he unlocks cuffs, and you fall to the ground like a ragdoll. Another ungrateful groan is pulled from your throat. He looks down at your crumpled form. You slowly move and try pushing yourself up, but your servos refuse. You whimper slightly as you try to excessive them, bending them in different directions.

Soundwave stares at you, thick, shiny, smooth tribulen pushed together, pedes supporting your aft. Wide hips but slim waist accentuated by the position. He feels his spike pressurize the longer he stares, his vents kick up a notch trying to cool his processor. He hasn't felt these needs for years, but the second he saw you, that spark of want and need struck him in the chest like a plasma bolt. He takes small steps toward you while tentacles are released one after one, his optics trained on you the entire time. Audials picking up your small whimpers and gasps of pain, "Do your worst decepticon. I'm not afraid of you."

He tilts his helm to the side, and his chest bounces forward in a small chuckle, 'foolish femme,' he thinks to himself. The tentacles slowly stretch towards you as he thinks about something. Should I or should I not bounce around in his helm while his tentacles ever so slightly rub against your plating. It's just as smooth as he had hoped.

This newfound information thrusts his decision forth. "No, silly femme, not hurt you but make you wiggle and writhe like you were just minutes ago." Your optics widen, fear, arousal, confusion all flash through your frame. His voice was deep and low, and the sultry tone made the small wires in your hips feel twitchy.

You're at such a loss, having been flashbanged, you hardly have time to react as his tentacles take hold of your wrists, ankles, and another around your middle, lifting you off the floor pulling you closer and closer to his own frame. You make several surprised noises, but no words are formed. You look and sound like a stupid mechanimal when it's been picked up for the first time for domestication. Your cute face turned up, searching the blank mask he wears for answers.

"N-no!" You finally shout, vocalizer staticky from the excitement coursing through you. His servos reach out to grasp your waist. His digits rub circles on the seams and small wires he can get to. You're ashamed to admit to yourself that you like this. It's disgusting and bordering on rape but, you like the attention. He's cool and confident and quiet and a beautiful mech.

You loathe to say but he's an attractive mech, even if he wasn't physically appealing, the way he carries himself and does his job would be all you need to look at him and imagine fucking yourself on his spike. Your frame heats up and reacts to his touching, tentacles coil and tighten around you, each part being set ablaze.

You look away from him, angry at yourself. ' I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it!' You scold yourself. A smooth digit rubs on your modesty panel, and your helm snaps around to look at him. A gasp sharply sucks oxygen through your vents as it slides back lightning fast. "No, no, stop. Dont-!" You feel your optics flood with coolant. 'This isn't happening. This isn't happening' you hyperventilate.

"You like this," His digit rubs against your node, making you twitch, "you can't lie to me. Don't cry, sweet one." He calms your fast beating spark. 'Why!' You scream at yourself, upset that you're losing to him. You have wanted this, maybe. Maybe he can change? He'll switch sides to be with you, right? He starts playing with your slick, rubbing your lubricants all over your soft folds. A moan rolls off your glossa, making him smirk and chuckle, 'now I've got you,' he thinks to himself triumphantly. His own panel slides away, his fully pressurized spike bobs out.

No time is wasted as he rubs the tip against your slickened folds. Your beautiful valve is warm and inviting. Your entrance feels tight, causing a giddy feeling to bubble in his chassis. Without wasting anymore time, he thrusts into you, making you moan so deliciously. Oh, you're so tight.

He wishes he could stay in you forever, but his frame forces him to pull out and thrust back into you again. You pull against his tentacles, but the grip tightens and pulls your arms behind you, wraps around your neck, and holds you a bit higher. Pulling you off his spike and then back down into him, effectively using his strong appendages to use you as a fuck toy making your own chassis buzz with arousal.

He watches closely as your derma split and hang open as he uses you, optics lidded and glowing bright. He's savoring every last second, recording your session together for later reference. He looks down and watches your tight valve swallow his spike. He pulls out and rubs it harshly against your soft lips, so wet and inviting, node swollen and ready to burst. He never asked, but now he wonders, is he your first, has he been the one to rip your pretty little bow off and opened your flower? His spike throbs at the thought, bio lights flickering and popping. His tentacles bring you closer, and he takes hold of you once more, claws digging into your strong armor, pinching and pulling at sensitive wires.

You cry in pain, but it's just a small rock compared to the mountain of pleasure he's built in you. Your node releases wave upon wave of warm pleasure as his spike fucks you deeper and deeper. "Oh please, oh, don't stop." You beg, trying to rock your hips into him, but the tentacles keep you from doing so. One of the smooth appendages snakes it's way up to your plump derma and pushes them apart to slowly push through and pull out in a thrusting motion.

You whine at the intrusion, optics shutting tight, glossa sticking out and rubbing against the underside of his tentacle, making him shudder. His hips plow you forcefully, your processor a muddy mess, only the thought of overloading on his large spike pushes its way through to the surface. He beats you to the punch, however, and overloads, thrusting his transfluids deep inside your valve. The warm flood of liquid is all you need.

You cry and moan out as your own overload shocks your entire frame, arms and legs tensing and straightening out as much as they can. Black tentacles are tight around you as they glow brighter by the second. You both shudder and shiver and twitch. You nearly faint from the charge you've received. Your poor valve is now pulsing and sore from the harsh treatment.

He pulls his now softened spike from inside you, a copious amount of transfluids drip and pour from your now puffy and abused valve. Soundwave stares in awe at the sight, so beautiful, so proud of himself. He thinks he may want to just keep you locked up in his hab from now on. "Am I your first? It sure felt like it." He asks you smugly, making your faceplate heat up once more with embarrassment. No answer, he's right.

He lets go of your legs so fast you groan, your lower half so tired. When your pedes hit the floor, he drops you entirely, tentacles retreating to wherever they came from, but your tired body fails you, and you stumble forward into his chassis. You groan and whine, though not in pleasure. Your legs shake and bend, tiny servos hold on tight to the mech before you. An interesting sound warbles through the room, and suddenly, a blue light illuminates the room. The next thing you know, you're in the middle of nowhere. "Did he just throw me?" You say out loud expecting no one to hear, but then you hear curious buzzing and pips. "Bee?"

Soundwave stares at the floor, transfluids in puddles and drizzles, he thinks of the sky with cloud trails. A small tinge of loneliness vibrates through his chassis. Why should he miss you. You scowled at him the entire time he used you, right? No, you liked it, liked him.

He turns to where the portal had been opened just moments before. He'll have to have you again soon. Swiftly, he cleans up the mess, wipes the camera memory, and leaves the room. Excitement in every pulse of his spark, processor buzzing, he will be planning for cycles about how your next encounter will go, perhaps he will, yeah, that's perfect.

[in1-nutshell]

Love the new daughter buddy we have, I don’t know what you already have planned for her but I imagine she spends half her time helping Fowler on his duties, functioning as his car and as back up. Imagine those first few episodes when lazerbeak captured Fowler, he also captured her since she was driving him instead of him flying the helicopter.

Bulkhead hears he’s missing and is like “oh well, rip” the. Realizes his daughter is always missing and goes “oh no, my baby girl!”

The complete change in attitude with Bulkhead has been living rent free in my head for a while! Love it!

Hope you enjoy!

Iron bolt and Fowler get kidnapped by the Cons

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Iron bolt hadn’t been introduced to the kids yet, having been on a mission with Fowler.

Because of that, she had received most of the news through the comms.

Which was also how she received the news of Cliffjumper passing.

She made sure to tell Arcee her condolences and that she would be wrapping things up with Fowler as fast as they could to get to the base.

… Everyone seemed to have forgotten to tell Iron bolt that they now had children…and to mention the kids that there was another bot on the team.

Bulkhead and the kids hear the proximity alarm.

“Where is it coming from Bulkhead? It’s not from the rooftop alarm.”--Raf

Bulkhead reviews the scanners and spots a familiar looking car heading to the bases entrance.

“Oh, it’s just Iron bolt.”--Bulkhead

“Iron bolt? There’s another bot on the team and you didn’t tell me?!”--Miko

Bulkhead slowly dawns on him that he hadn’t told her about the kids and the chances of Fowler begin with her…

“Oh Primus, its Iron bolt!”--Bulkhead

The kids look at him curiously.

“Kids behind me now. Don’t come out until I say so.”--Bulkhead

The kids hide behind Bulkhead’s pede just as Iron bolt pulls up.

She opens the door for Fowler and transforms stretching a bit.

Iron bolt looks Bulkhead smiling.

Bulkhead smiles back.

“Took ya long enough Bolts.”--Bulkhead

Iron bolt smiles a bit.

“We came as fast as we could after the mission was done. Where are the others?”—Iron bolt

“Patrolling. How was everything on the mission?”--Bulkhead

Iron bolt looks at him seriously.

“No Cons… Is everything all right?”—Iron bolt

Bulkhead nervous sweats a bit.

“Nothing! Nope, nothing is wrong here.”--Bulkhead

Iron bolt and Fowler give each other a look.

Iron bolt knew something was up when Bulkhead didn’t crush her in a hug like he normally did after long missions.

Fowler also gets a feeling that Bulkhead is hiding something.

Then the wire comes in.

Three humans move from Bulkhead’s pede.

Fowler is furious.

Iron bolt is more surprised seeing the kids than anything.

She politely waves to them as Fowler and Bulkhead begin to argue.

She wants to get to know the kids more, but Fowler already wants to go.

Bulkhead gave her a pleading look.

She smiled a bit, telling him that she was going to do the best she could to talk to him about this new situation.

Bulkhead does sigh a bit with relief.

If there was one bot that could talk to Fowler from a bad mood it was his Iron bolt.

Iron bolt driving with Fowler.

“I’m sure there is a logical explanation for all of this—”—Iron bolt

“They brought more civilians into this! DO you have any idea—”--Fowler

“William! What did we talk about interrupting each other.”—Iron bolt

“You just did it!”--Fowler

“I’m the oldest, I have a pass.”—Iron bolt

“You still act like a kid.”--Fowler

“I Am a kid compared to everyone on the team, William. You do remember that we Cybertronains age much slower right?”—Iron bolt

Iron bolts scanners pick up a con signature.

“We’re going to have to put a pin in this. We got an airborne Con to worry about. Send the S.O.S to base.”—Iron bolt

Fowler looks out the window to see Lazerbeak trailing them.

“It’s just a minicon. What’s it gonna do?”--Fowler

“That minicon is one you don’t want to mess with William! Lazerbeak is never too far from Sound—”—Iron bolt

BOOM!

An explosion hits the side of Iron bolt causing her to transform midair.

“WILLIAM!”—Iron bolt

She quickly grabs Fowler as they tumble into an unkown groundbrigde.

Iron bolt gets grabbed by a couple of Vechicons and gets Fowler pried from her servos and pushed to the ground.

She looks up to see Starscream and Soundwave in front of her.

Glancing to the side she spots the Con with Fowler walking away.

“Let him—”—Iron bolt

Iron bolt gets hit in the back of the helm.

The last thing she sees is Starscream’s talons coming too close to her spark chamber.

Meanwhile at base…

“The S.O.S was incomplete. Oh well.”--Bulkhead

“But Bulk! What about that other bot that was with him?”--Miko

Bulkhead stops dead in his tracts.

“Bulkhead?”--Jack

Concern and scared car noises intensifies.

Meanwhile…

Iron bolt was tossed into one of the cells and chained to the floor.

She would have been chained from a higher place, but the cons had been called outside after spotting an Autobot.

Iron bolt wakes up hearing blaster fire outside the cell.

She was already fiddling around with her restraints when the doors opened and closed.

Iron bolt nearly has a stroke seeing the three humans from the base making their way into the cell.

“What in Primus’s name are you three doing here?! Don’t you know how dangerous it is?”—Iron bolt

The human girl perks up seeing the bot.

“We found ya!”--Miko

The humans look over at her restraints.

“How did you three even get here? There’s no way that Bulkhead would bring you with him.”—Iron bolt

The eldest human gives the girl a look.

Iron bolt sighed.

“I’m just going out on a limb and saying that Pinky here followed Bulkhead and you two followed.”—Iron bolt

“That’s… actually pretty accurate.”--Raf

“What gave it away?”—Miko

“Call it Wrecker’s instincts.”—Iron bolt

The blasting started to get louder as her optics hardened.

“Talk later. If any of you can get the key to the lock, I’ll have a better chance at protecting you and Fowler when we get out.”—Iron bolt

The doors burst open.

“Kids get behind me!”—Iron bolt

The three humans quickly hide behind the bot who was ready to give it her all to protect them.

“Beep? (Bolts?)”--Bumblebee

Iron bolt sighed in relief seeing her team.

She smiled even more seeing Bulkhead.

“Took you all long enough.”—Iron bolt

Once the rescue had been a success, Iron bolt made sure to get the human medics down to the base to look over Fowler’s injuries.

She does feel a bit guilty for not keeping him safe, but also understands the situation they were in.

There wasn’t much she could have done.

The kids are curious who this other bot is, and some want answers on the spot.

Miko looking up at Iron bolt.

“So, what’s your name anyway?”--Miko

“I am Iron bolt. Official, unofficial, weapon maker, engineer and repair bot.”—Iron bolt

“How come we didn’t meet you when we first met the other bots?”--Jack

“I was on a mission with Agent Fowler, and I didn’t know about you three until I was at the base.”—Iron bolt

Iron bolt gives Bulkhead a glance.

“You really need to work on letting me know on important things when I’m out.”—Iron bolt

“Sorry kiddo.”—Bulkhead

“SHE’S YOUR KID!”—Miko

[cyberrose2001]

not a request

thinking abt Optimus pounding into you with his servos in your mouth while on a call w ratchet or any bot and he's perfectly fine but meanwhile any little noise you let slip and he's already digging deep into you with his spike like never before wdhdhdhdhdhd

YEEESSS that’s so fuckin hot.. couldn’t help myself and wrote a lil drabble

They say that actions speak louder than words, and you’ve found that statement true, especially when your mech has two digits stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet. Each thrust is agonising, slow and long drawn for every little whine you let slip past your wet lips. It’s a cruel punishment and even crueller when you know you can’t make a sound because Optimus is in the middle of a conversation.

“I am sure I searched those coordinates for energon deposits before,” Optimus blankly states, optics lazily trained on your mouth as he thrusts his digits in your mouth slowly, “Are you positive that there are remnants we perhaps missed?”

“By the look of the large deposit that Arcee has discovered, yes,” Ratchet says over the com, “We’ll need some help bringing the rest back to base.”

Optimus hums; his thrusts have increased speed, hips snapping into yours. You’re almost positive he’s doing this on purpose to make you cum before he hangs up the com. You have no choice but to bite down on his digits and clench around his thick spike.

“Very well,” Another deep thrust, and you’re practically deep-throating his servo. Optimus bites his derma at the low vibrational moans against it, “Allow me to deal with some…personal matters first.”

You hear a pause from Ratchet, and you let out the filthiest moan possible as Optimus pushes his spike to the hilt, stretching you to your limit. In quick retaliation, Optimus groans and presses his digits further down your tongue.

“I’ll… take your word for it.” Ratchet carefully says before hanging up.

[rpking99]

Wanna Ride?

Closed with @a-fantastic-time

Continued from here

The way her voice came out sent chills down the woman's back, all the way down to her bulge. She grinned and winked up to the bot. "See! I told you that you would warm up to be eventually Ceecee."

Lucia had been flirting with the sexy alien woman for god knows how long now, it was getting so long that she was beginning to wonder if she ever would throw her a bone or something one of these days.

The leather jacket clad rocker stretched and cracked her knuckles and stepped closer to the autobot. Her hand grabbing her rubbery thigh and squeezing it teasingly, before moving it up so close to her crotch platting, but then smacked it instead to watch it jiggle.

"Hmm. Maybe I just got tired of seeing your sad excuse for flirting and decided to just get it over with as a form of pitty?" Arcee shot back with a confident smirk, rolling her hips up towards the spanking hand

The robot woman giving out a few deep and hungry pants while a grin spread across her face

[crying-fantasies]

TF Kinktober 2024

Transformers Masterlist

Special thanks to @tf-kinktober2024 for organizing the event, and for all the robot fuckers out there.

CW: alien sex (I know the title already states the obvious presence of sex and so on in this work But still I'm going to say it), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

I'll take my time, mostly long posts to go with the flow, and will be working with different continuities.

Day 1 Exhibitionism | Filming/photographing

Featuring Cyberverse! Soundwave, smut/angst, CW: fingering, kissing with tongue, denied orgasm (from SW’s part), mentions of war.

Day 2 Spanking | Frame modification

Featuring TFAnimated! Jetfire and Jetstorm, smut/humor, CW: heavy touching, licking, massage(?), fingering, blowjob, humping, alien courting (gone wrong), aerial crash.

Day 3 Power play | Gags

Featuring IDW1! Thundercracker, smut/fluff/tiny bit of angst, CW: power play, licking, masturbation (on the mech) talk of the war.

Day 4 Roleplay | Insecticons

Featuring G1! Shrapnel, Bombshell and Kickback, smut/fluff/humor, CW: stretch marks fetish too(?), insect courting (goes with the mech I guess?), oral (receiving), the Insecticons do it like insects and you rock their world moving, Bombshell is into gore (caution).

Day 5 Wet & messy | Group sex

Featuring G1! Bluestreak, smut/fluff/humor, CW: Bluestreak is a goofball and a fluffball, slight dubcon (he’s drunk), heavy petting, licking (gotta keep that mouth busy), oral, lube consumption.

Day 6 First time | Blindfolds

Featuring G1 Springer, smut/fluff, CW: virginity take, penetrative sex, fingering (attempted), handjob, experienced partner (not really), sassy friend (in this house we stand a sassy Arcee).

Day 7 Plug & play | Sex toys

Featuring IDW1! Acid Storm, smut/fluff, use of a dildo, mentioned use of lube/gel and bondage tape, use of mass displacement mods, humping, slight overstimulation, penetration, feelings of love (the Decepticons need so much love, damn), Acid and reader are in a long relationship.

Day 8 Medical play | Fisting

Featuring TF: Earth Wars Game! Barricade, smut/humor, CW: reader putting a hand over the mech, dubious consent (both are drunk every time they get nasty), licking, implied oral, implied fingering and penetration, implied blowjob, messy make-out, Barricade is a menace and an afthole, the reader has a thing for praxian frames (who doesn't?)

Day 9 Spike worship | Overstimulation

Day 10 Spark play | Oviposition

Featuring G1! Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, smut/fluff/humor, CW: sensual thoughts, heavy make-out, the twins being a menace (what's new?), Sunny vowing to kill his brother (what's new??), jealousy, almost oral (giving and receiving), spark electricity, a little of bit of foot (how else are we supposed to touch them while being so little?)

Day 11 Dirty talk | Autobot/Decepticon

Day 12 Edging | Noncon/Dubcon

Featuring IDW1! Deadlock, smut/humor, CW: penetration, licking, mounting, use of teeth and nails, teeth fixation (he thinks your little teeth are cute), the reader is mad and Deadlock is horny, mention of cheating (as if).

Day 13 Beastmorfers | Tentacles

Day 14 Dom/sub | Free use

Day 15 Bot/human | Hatesex

Day 16 Voyeurism | Robogore

Day 17 Valve worship | masochism

Day 18 Bondage | Somnophilia

Day 19 Alt form sex | Vore

Day 20 Praise kink | Monsterfucking

Featuring Merformers! Rodimus Prime, smut/fluff/humor, CW: you fuck the fish, that's it, Roddy doesn't know about kissing, licking (sexy and lovingly), handjob, penetration, mention of a knot, barrier language, nesting, light gore (in a fight), mention of Rodimus’ creators, mer pups/cubs (I love these fictional babies so much), long fic.

Day 21 Phone sex | Captor/prisoner

Day 22 Size difference | Predacons

Day 23 Sex pollen | Public humiliation

Day 24 Oral fixation | Stuck

Day 25 Seduction | Size kink

Day 26 Electricity play | Watersports

Day 27 Pet play | Anonymous sex

Day 28 Bathing | Knife play

Day 29 Secret identity | Minicons

Day 30 Femmedom | Riding

Day 31 Wild card!

[sc-02]

Pairing: OptiRatch

Continuity: Transformers Prime

Warning: Explicit Content

Context: Optimus and Ratchet finally gets some alone time in the base

Soft

It’s been a while since the two old mechs have done this. Now never having the time to themselves since the Decepticons had come back. Ratchet and Optimus have to work and even keep the younglings in good condition in both health and armor. When they have some time alone, it would just be a 30 Klik break for the two, away from the chaos and the younger members. The prime would wrap his arms lovingly around the medic. Locking his hands that would almost be below Ratchet’s decent gray panel. Resting his helm in-between his partner’s shoulder and neck while watching him work on the computer. At least the clicking sounds of the keyboard are strangely relaxing and satisfying.

Ratchet used to chuckle and give a greeting as he turned around to give a small peck on the prime’s flat silver lips before going back to work. The sounds of keyboard keys would click while Optimus would calmly whisper encouragement and praises into the medic’s audial. Which would mostly make Ratchet’s internal cooling fans spin and softly interrupt the gentle moment. Optimus usually gives a small, gentle smile, knowing his lover enjoyed those words that he had uttered into his audio receptors. Especially when no one had heard them. The medic would be slightly embarrassed that someone had caught them having their precious moment, even if it is only a few kliks.

Now, they’re alone in the base while the youngsters and humans are off in the roads. Thankfully, Arcee had noticed their (especially Ratchet) slight discomfort of not being able to have affection or physical contact in the main hanger in the day without disruption in their way. At night, Ratchet would work tirelessly, Optimus would be just there for the medic. Comforting and gently giving some physical and mental affection in hopes to get the doctor to fall into power down (which always works). The three bots offered to take the humans outside of base for the day to allow the two old mechs to have some time alone with each other. Which was something the two mates were thankful for. Optimus knows that he can just easily get Ratchet off the computers by pulling the medic away from the work now that there’s no chaos happening in the base that he has to handle.

“Optimus…”

The medic huffs as he feels the sensation within him grows stronger as he wraps his servos around the prime’s neck. Burying his head into the shiny, ebony cabling as Optimus’s engine purred. Ratchet panted as he went to kiss the prime, gently closing the gap between them. This time, the doctor’s engine rumbles while the prime’s glossa easily slides into his mouth. His calipers tightened around the spike inside him that rubbed against a few nodes. The two made out for a while, Ratchet whines as he feels the thick, smooth base of the spike slide past his sprawling, aching calipers and brush against his interior node. Parting with a string of lubricant connecting the two’s mouths.

Optimus clenched his dentas as he held his medic close to his chest. Feeling the calipers clamp down tightly onto his spike, releasing a submissive noise that spewed out of his voice-box. His engine revs up as he opens his armor plating to let steam out in attempts to cool down his hot protoform and inner coils to not malfunction from overheating as he grips onto Ratchet’s hip plates as if his partner will leave him right then and there. The larger forge huffs as he pants a warning into his partner’s audial.

“I’m…going to start moving..”

Just with that Ratchet sighs in approval then he feels himself getting lifted off the spike that he was so eager for, his valve lips brushing against the tip. Moaning softly in the process then getting back in his previous positioning, letting out a strained ‘Ah!-‘ in the process.

The medic breathlessly moans and whimpers as he feels himself being stretched out so close to the limit as he feels the aching sensation inside him rise further with each lock and movement. Optimus whined as he felt calipers tighten around his spike even more despite his tries of being gentle with the smaller cybertronian, trying to contain himself to not completely rail the medic in his hands. Eventually his spike reaches the ceiling nodes and oh… how good it felt, how his doctor moans loudly in pure bliss as the tip of his spike brushes against the head of his seal.

Ratchet groaned in encouragement as he hid his face in his lover’s cabling. Slightly rubbing his faceplate against the slightly sensitive wiring which earned a soft moan in response. He pecked the cabling there as he was being thrusted up and down at a steady pace. His servos around the base neck tighten slightly as the medic moans happily as he was being driven into pleasure.

Optimus huffs and whimpers as he feels the calipers of his partner clenching down onto his spike tightly. The prime moaned softly as he drove into his teammate, trying to keep a steady pace even though he wanted to absolutely take this medic and rail him into oblivion.

“A-Oh…f-frag, Optimus…”

The medic groaned. His overload is building up fast in the midst of the interface. He was sure Optimus was too due to the prime’s sloppy pulling and huffing even more as his spike brushes against his partner’s seal.

Eventually, the two overloads together with one final thrust and moan. Ratchet almost screamed as he released his fluids that gushed out and leaked over the spike inside him. His calipers tightened around the spike base which triggered an overload for Optimus.

Optimus loudly groans in satisfaction as he finishes. His fluids flushed into the valve of his partner, earning a pleased moan in response. The medic huffed while he’s feeling himself getting filled to the brim, almost bursting his seal.

The old mechs sat there for a while, cooling fans spinning. Optimus lets his armor plating stay open for a brief while before closing them back up again. His armor slightly hissing in the process. Ratchet pants as he holds onto Optimus, hugging him from the waist front, laying his helm on the prime’s chest plates, just below his tinted windows. Optimus took notice of this and sighs in amusement as he wraps his servos around his medic. The two stayed like that for a while. […]

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Voila! Some fluffy OptiRatch for you people <3

[melishade]

Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: Catching Up

Main Story

Reminiscing

Eren Jaeger

Negotiations

Getting an update on Arcee and how she's been.

Arcee flexed the digits of her right servo and sighed with relief, feeling the movement of her bones and pull of her joints. She stretched both arms high into the air before rotating the right arm clockwise, then counterclockwise.

"Mobility seems to be functional," Knockout remarked as he took notes on Arcee's condition, "You've gone through decontamination and the dark energon is purged. Not to mention, your finish, by yours truly, looks illustrious."

Arcee couldn't help but smile at that. "Thanks Knockout, I really appreciate it."

Knockout was a little bit startled at Arcee's attitude. "Even you've changed a little bit."

Arcee snorted. "Really?"

"Yeah, you've really mellowed out," Knockout proclaimed, "Normally, you're so high strung around former Decepticons. Now you're showing gratitude without any hesitation? My, my~."

Arcee rolled her optics in response. "Enough teasing. Now that I'm fully healed, catch me up on what's been going on."

Knockout sighed as he opened the door from Arcee's room to the hallway of the Nemesis. The former Decepticon cringed at the sight of the humans still running around and crying, begging U.S. personnel for updates on their family members.

"This has been going on for three weeks," Knockout groaned while Arcee peered under his shoulder.

"Why aren't these humans in a safer place?" Arcee demanded.

"Excuse me! Two titans coming through!" Knockout called out as he started to step over the humans. Many of them started to scramble out of the way, creating a pathway for Knockout and Arcee to easily walk through.

"It's overcrowded on Earth, so we've been housing the humans on the Nemesis so they can go through quarantine and then later get their vaccinations," Knockout explained to Arcee.

"How bad is it on Earth?" Arcee asked.

"They are severely understaffed, and I heard that one of those humans that flew around with that contraption on their waist, broke out of quarantine," Knockout added.

Arcee thought it over. Who would be dumb enough to break out of-! Arcee realized who it was and sighed in annoyance. "Was it Hanji?"

"Glasses? One optic?" Knockout pointed to his own optic with a claw.

"Yeah, that's them," Arcee groaned in defeat.

"Jack, Miko, and Raf are fine. You should probably give them a call," Knockout advised, "Especially since it's been over three years since you've last seen them."

"What else?" Arcee asked.

"Doesn't seem like the power of the titans will be returning any time soon," Knockout declared as they arrived at another door. Knockout pressed the button, and the two entered a lab. Arcee blinked in surprise, seeing Annie, Ymir, and Pieck on a high table. Pieck was seated upright, wearing braces around her body, and Ratchet was scanning her to check her vitals.

"Well, the corrections the humans have been making to you bones have been working; however, I can't make any other corrections myself without doing a little more research on the human body," Ratchet explained.

"I understand," Pieck reassured, "I would rather you be thorough than make a mistake. Although, I do wish my body healed better before the power of the titans went away." Pieck glanced over at Arcee and noticed that her right arm was reattached, "Or that I wasn't organic."

"Yes, there are perks to not being fleshy organics," Knockout agreed.

"Oh fuck you, you prick," Ymir hissed at him.

"You're okay," Annie spoke to Arcee.

Arcee clenched her right servo into a fist. "Yeah, I've made a full recovery and I'll be able to help out pretty soon."

"Knockout did a standard checkup?" Ratchet asked her.

"I am standing right here!" Knockout was insulted at the implications.

"He did a great job," Arcee praised, stunning Ratchet.

"Huh, well it wouldn't hurt to rest the extra day before Ultra Magnus calls you and gives you assignments," Ratchet explained, "It will be a while before you see the humans again, as they are going through quarantine as well."

"Speaking of, how long do we even have left?" Ymir demanded.

"One more week, then you all will be receiving vaccines, and you should be allowed to proceed normally," Ratchet answered before checking the vitals on his arm, "I need to return to Cybertron, but," Ratchet placed a servo on Arcee's shoulder, "It's good to see you again."

"Good to see you too." Arcee smiled as Ratchet let her go and left the room.

"So, how long have you been away from your world?" Pieck couldn't help but ask.

"Three years," Arcee answered as she grabbed a stool and sat down.

"Speaking of home, I'm sure you want a quick run down of things you might have missed," Knockout assumed.

"You just want to spread gossip," Arcee accused.

"I can do two things," Knockout declared.

"Alright, spill the tea," Arcee smirked.

"First things first: Predaking's little pitspawn can transform into her bipedal form now! It happened a few days after you left!" Knockout explained.

"The first Predacon we found?" Arcee asked in surprise.

"Yep. Predaking was worried that it took her so long to do it, and when she did it, he almost started crying," Knockout explained with a grin, "She picked the name 'Firelight' for herself."

"Good for her," Arcee said, "What about Autobot and Decepticon relations?"

"Steady for the most part, with a few hiccups," Knockout answered as he typed away on the screens, "Thankfully no major Decepticons returned to the planet, like Shockwave or Tarn or Overlord. I'd like to assume that they're dead but I've seen them in action. They are hard to kill."

"But there haven't been any big names trying to restart the Decepticons," Arcee assumed.

"The biggest is Starscream and he's still going through physical therapy," Knockout reminded, "He's been such a pain in the aft though. I'm the only one he'll really talk to besides Rung and all of it are just demands. I have to force him to use proper manner even though he used to be the Prince of Vos."

"I feel like Starscream will always be like this," Arcee sighed.

"Well we thought Megatron wouldn't change, but here we are," Knockout retorted.

"...I assume he's still alive," Arcee spoke up.

"And the council has no idea what to do with him," Knockout explained.

"What do you mean? I thought it would be straightforward with them," Arcee said in confusion.

"Bumblebee thought it was a good idea to use the cortical psychic patch on him and we all got whiplash just looking at Megatron's memories," Knockout declared.

"You can look into each other's memories?" Pieck spoke up, causing the two titans to look at the humans.

"Right, I forgot you were here," Knockout remarked, "You can blame Shockwave for that. He's the one who made the device to see other memories."

"Did you see the memories of Megatron tormenting me?" Annie couldn't help but seethe.

"And the memories of Megatron offering you a deal to get off this crazy planet," Knockout added, "I used to work for Megatron and Megatron would never do that for a human. The Megatron I knew would never do... any of the things we saw in those memories."

"...I still have nightmares about it," Annie retorted.

"You and everyone else," Knockout remarked with bitterness.

"So Megatron was never well liked," Pieck assumed.

"The only person who liked him and was loyal to him was Soundwave, and he's currently missing," Knockout responded.

"What about Optimus? How's his condition?" Arcee couldn't help but ask. She heard chatter and panic of Optimus being critically injured, but she still wasn't aware of the extent of it.

"Stable, but Ratchet's holding his breath," Knockout answered.

Arcee couldn't help but feel guilty about it. She had also heard that Optimus was the one who killed Eren and ended the power of the titans. If Optimus even woke up at all, how would he respond to the news that he killed Eren? Someone he considered a son?

"Arcee?" Annie called out, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"I'm fine," Arcee reassured, "It's just been a chaotic few years."

"For me it feels like a chaotic few days," Annie confessed, looking down at her wounded finger. If she still had her powers, she would have regenerated by now. But instead, it was just a nasty and painful cut that was still healing, "I can't believe my powers are gone."

"Me too," Pieck agreed.

"I'm glad it's gone," Ymir declared, "I'm not going to be a target anymore for some greedy bastards. Although, it does suck that I won't be able to breathe underwater anymore."

"It doesn't mean that the Eldians are going to be safe," Pieck retorted, "It's going to be a long road convincing the world that the Eldians are no longer a threat."

"Well that's what the experiments are for," Knockout chimed in, "We do this right, we can prove that the Eldians are no longer a threat to the population."

Knockout paused when he saw a message notification on the screen. "Odd. I'm getting a video call from Earth."

Knockout opened the message and blinked in surprise when he saw a human with one eye trying to adjust the camera.

"Hello?! Is this message going through?!" they called out.

Arcee stood up from the stool and walked over to the screen. "Hanji?!"

"Arcee!" Hanji exclaimed with delight before cackling, "It worked! Oh my god the technology here is so advanced!"

Knockout looked over at Arcee in disbelief and annoyance, but the two-wheeler shrugged.

"And I see you got your arm back! Congrats!" Hanji cheered, "Oh, who's your friend?! I don't think I've seen them before and they look really pretty!"

"I appreciate your flattery human, but I'm confused as to why you're calling the Nemesis. Or how?" Knockout replied.

"Oh wait, you're the one who brought the giant ship!" Hanji realized, "Knockout!"

"Yes, yes, in the flesh, why are you calling?" Knockout demanded.

"I bartered with the U.S. government!" Hanji shoved their face into the camera, "They want to know about the 3D gear so I thought I could make a few demands of my own, like video calls! Rafael got me to set this up even though he's mad at me because I managed to survive over a minute before getting tazed!"

Hanji took steps back to reveal the wall covered with notes, diagrams, schematics. "Feast your optics on the wall of science!"

"Well, I'm glad to see you're thriving, but what about the others?" Arcee asked, "Any updates on the humans? What about Jack, Miko, and Rafael?"

"Humans are find, no outbreaks among us thus far!" Hanji explained, "They should be done with quarantine in a week! Levi and Jean had to go through surgery, so they'll be staying in the hospital for longer! But Jean is awake!"

"How's Sasha doing?" Arcee asked, "I heard through chatter that..."

"...Managing," Hanji reluctantly answered, "But let's not talk about that right now! I have another update! Where is Annie, Ymir, and Pieck?! I heard they were with you guys!"

"Over here!" Ymir called out.

"Ymir! Good to hear from you! How have you been?!" Hanji asked.

"Well, we don't have our titan powers anymore," Ymir explained.

Hanji sighed in defeat. "Such a shame, but at the very least Historia will be happy!"

Ymir blinked in surprise at that. "Y-yeah..."

Arcee noticed Ymir's hesitance at that, but it was ignored by Hanji. "I have good news for Annie and Pieck! Falco's been transported to Earth for treatment!"

"What?!" Pieck exclaimed.

"Colt is with us in quarantine and he's been asking about his brother! So I convinced the U.S. government to grab him and try to treat him on Earth! This should increase his chances at survival!" Hanji explained with excitement.

"Oh my god, thank you!" Pieck said with a smile while Arcee sighed with relief. There could be a chance that Falco survives, and Arcee wouldn't have to live with this guilt anymore.

"No problem! Now, where's Optimus?!" Hanji demanded.

"On Cybertron getting treatment," Knockout explained.

"Shit!" Hanji swore, "Where's Buckethead?!"

"That's classified," Knockout replied. Knockout didn't like the way that Hanji was staring at them before they gave a malicious grin.

"You little liar," Hanji accused before getting into the camera once more, "Tell Buckethead I'm coming for his crusty ass!"

Knockout jolted as Hanji disconnected the call before turning to Arcee. "Should I be-!"

"Yes, you should be very concerned," Arcee cut him off.

(Be sure to vote in the Hundred Days OVA Poll, please do, that would be a huge help!)

[jellydishes]

Here is a preview of a scene from my fic "Golden Slumbers" for @tf-bigbang, in which Earthspark Bumblebee falls asleep while spending time with the terrans and has some interesting dreams. It's illustrated by @roddity, and I am very much looking forward to getting to share it with everyone!

[Image description: a screenshot of a document on googledocs. It reads: He was so caught up in listening to the story that he was later uncertain as to when, exactly, the dugout fell away. In its place, was what should have been a barren stretch of asteroid that had been a Cybertronian mining colony. Or so he'd been told. He remembered that things had truthfully been very different there, but all that he saw now was lush greenery in all directions, filtered with warm brown motes of flickering light shot through with gold.

A familiar sword stood planted in the rock, and he watched as his old comrade Greenlight walked up and sat with her back leaning against it. He remembered where he had last seen her, and opened his mouth to warn her, to plead with her, or to tell her the punchline to that old joke that they'd never gotten to pass back and forth one more time. But nothing came out, and nothing came out. When he tried again, Greenlight just looked up at him with an expression of simple, honest affection that he thought he'd forgotten. She shook her head.

With a smile, she pointed towards a tunnel entrance that led to depths he knew Cybertron had never wanted anyone to know about. "We're going to have to go down there sooner or later, you know," she said lightly, as if it was an expected part of a conversation they'd already had a thousand times before. And maybe they had.

Bumblebee strained to focus on her face instead of that tunnel that pulled her away in the end, but he looked away, the way he had in the end, too. "We don't, though. We can stay here, and you can tell me stories of what Elita One and Arcee and Chromia were up to before the war when they pulled pranks on Optimus, and-"

"We have other things going on though, don't we? It's time to change it."]

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

How would the tfp autobots react to human reader transform into a cybertronian and now they have to help them adjust to their new body?

-Optimus is shocked but part of him, one he won't say out loud, is excited so see a new cybertronian for the first time in so long, even if they used to be human. Comforts his friend by telling them that why their body is different, their soul is still the same. He is incredibly gentle with them as he helps them navigate in their new frame, linking their arms together as they get used to walking again and explaining what the different notifications in their HUD means. Wants to take his time helping them adapt, let them calm down before he throws everything at them.

-First things first, Ratchet is giving them a full frame exam. They might look like another cybertronian but who knows how they internals look like? Luckily, even their internal mechanisms are have fully turned into that of a cybertronian so they appear completely healthy. Now that that is out of the way, he gives them datapads to read about how to take care of their personal hygiene and so on. If they have any questions they are welcome to ask him but he don't think he'll be the best one to emotionally help them adjust to their new frame.

-Bumblebee is worried how you're taking this change. When he lost his voice, he felt like he lost a part of his identity, but to lose your body and get a completely new one? He can't imagine the identity crisis that may cause. Tries to help them adjust by showing them the great things about being a cybertronian. If they have a vehicle alt mode then he will show them how to transform and race. There's nothing like the feeling of speeding down a highway after all.

-Part of Bulkhead wonders if this bot is still the same person as his friend. When every part of you is replaced, is it still you? Still, he'll support them with everything he's got, new person or not. After they get comfortable and used to their new body, he'll teach them how to fight and deal some serious damage. While he doesn't want them to face any con in battle he knows that it might be inevitable. Best they know how to defend themself, just in case.

-Arcee feels lost. She doesn't know how to fix this situation and that makes her feel anxious. She turns this restless energy outwards, by helping her friend adjust by doing various exercises with them, like running, stretching, throwing and catching things. While doing these exercises she does some awkward small talk, asking them about how they are feeling and what they feel they need help with. She's more than ready to listen in case they just want to talk but she can't promise any good advice.

[bots-and-cons]

Hi. I'm glad your requests are open again. I wanted to request the tfp autobots finding there s/o is a powerful wild witch from the boiling isles and is trying to teach the kids about glyphs and potions? (Idk if you've seen the owl house so you don't have to do this one but I thought it would be pretty cool. Have a good day.)

Uuuu I love Owl House. I haven't finished it yet since the last episodes are not on Disney+ where I live (at least they weren't when I last checked). I very much based this on Eda, because that sounded like a fun idea. I only did the original bots, since this ended up being pretty damn long but oh well

•You’ve got the door to the human realm and you use it pretty often to collect stuff to sell

•One time it malfunctioned a bit and sent you to the autobots’ base, or maybe it was fate, who knows

•Anyway, you’re not really even surprised by the bots, since you don’t know enough about the human world to know they don’t belong there

•Ratchet was obviously pretty surprised to see some random person, with peculiar clothing and a staff wandering around the base

•You carry a few items that are infused with magic when you go into the human world, so you can still use magic when you’re there

•Ratchet calls for Optimus, asking who brought a new human to the base, but he obviously doesn’t know where you came from either

•Ratchet and Optimus ask you how you got in to their base and you start explaining about the door and when they clearly don’t believe you, you show them how the door works

•Ratchet doesn’t really get surprised by much anymore, he feels like he’s seen it all, but magic? MAGIC!?

•Optimus is much calmer about it, because while he is also internally going “What?!”, he doesn’t let it show

•The kids arrive with their guardians and everyone is like “Why is there a new human at he base?”

•You have to explain that you’re not a human, you’re a witch

•Miko is of course very excited about this, and tells you that you look like one too, and asks if you can teach her magic

•There are giant alien robots, so is someone being a witch really such a stretch?

•Raf is also interested, but he’s more skeptical

•Jack doesn’t believe you at all, but you change that quite quickly when you start flying around on your staff

•Arcee is interested even if skeptical, because you clearly have something going on with you, humans don’t just fly on sticks

•Bee is probably the most excited about the whole thing, because he’s seen witches on TV and magic is always cool

•Bulkhead is a bit suspicious about the whole thing, but much more interested in what you can do

•You decide it’s time for you to leave as the bots start talking about what they should do with you, because you don’t like the tone of that

•They’re not malicious of course, but you never know

•So you try to use the door portal, but it doesn’t open

•”Why do you have to be so temperamental?” you mutter at the door before putting it away

•Ratchet tells you he thought you were leaving, and you tell him that doesn’t seem to be happening

•So you’re stuck there for now and decide to spend your time teaching the three kids some magic

•You have a lot of stuff in your bag, so you can make some basic potions, and paper and pens exist everywhere so glyphs are not a problem either

•You teach them to make lights, and soon there are dozens of them floating around the room

•Ratchet and Arcee keep and eye on you, in case you do something they’d consider dangerous

•But you just teach them some basic stuff and make a potion that makes them float

•You and the kids are having a ton of fun, because magic is great obviously

•There are some mishaps, like Miko drawing a water glyph and getting Jack totally drenched

•It turns into a bit of a fight, because Jack does it back and then Miko again and it keeps going

•Raf gets left out of it and you later teach them to draw wind glyphs so they can dry themselves

•Bee wants to try it too and he copies one of the glyphs you showed on a piece of paper, and manages to grow some plants on it

•He luckily drew it on a small paper so the plants weren’t too big

•Bee got a bit spooked because the plants started wrapping around his feet, but they didn’t get far because they were so small

•Optimus is also quietly watching from the sidelines, and he’s honestly just glad to see the kids having fun, even if the base getting a bit messy

[cf8wrk4u-us]

Across Space and Prime

Part 2: New Faces and Familiar Names

"-allow me to introduce myself" he stated stretching out his dark servo in a peaceful motion "I am Optimus Prime"

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A stark culture difference between humans and Cybertronian is the fact that for the later, having the same designation as another individual was incredible rare if not unheard of.

Imagine if there were two bots named Warpath? Or Preceptor? Or even Ultra?

That be too confusing and cause a good number of problems.

Not that it's never happened before, but these were written off as incompetence done by facility guardians and Boot-Camp trainers.

 And as far as Optimus had know his trainer Kup and given him a name all of his own.

No one should have had it, no one.

So how? Why was there a great bot in front of him that just addressed himself by his name.

 Optimus was interrupted by his thoughts when he heard Sentinel give a mean snort.

"Oh really? Your Optimus Prime"? he said, the anxious stare he had at the face of this large mech disappeared and replaced with a nasty sneer "Right and I'm a Herald of Primus"!

 The larger bot looked taken aback and moved slightly back away from the group.

 "Sentinel-" Optimus whispered urgently but his fellow Prime just kept going.

 "Listen impersonating a Prime is a serious offence against High Command" he said placing both servos on his hips "Even if it is a disgraced one at that"!

  Optimus cringed as he saw the looks of shock and outrage grow on their faces.

"Sentinel"! he hissed and immediately pulled the other to face him.

  "What"? Sentinel demanded "You may be some maintenance bot, but you still hold the title of a Prime, not anyone could just use that name so freely"

Optimus tried really hard not to gnash his denta in frustration "I don't think that's the case though"

"Oh," replied Sentinel skeptically "And why is that"?

 The other Prime shook his head "I don't know but there not acting like their lying" before adding "Besides, why would any bot try to impersonate a no name bot like me"?

Sentinel face relaxed a bit from being called correct, till Optimus added this next part.

"In ether case, can you please not try to antagonize them"

 "I'm not antagonizing them"! he growled

Optimus shook his head "Well your not exactly being polite to the bots that possible saved our lives"

 On the other side of the room the bots who had brought them were having their own conversation. 

"Arcee" grunted the red and white bot "What kind of processor addled bots did you bring back to our base"?!

 "Hey, don't look at me"! said the femme defensively "Bumblebee was the one who insisted on bringing them"

<They weren't Cons> beeped the yellow bot, still in binary <You know what would have happened to them had they been left behind>!

Bumblebee.

Hearing the mechs full name it was then that Optimus took a more detailed look at the bot.

The same name, the same paint-job, yet so different.

His Bumblebee was a minibot that barely reached his waist, his plating was blockier and more compact, with a helm that carried two barely visible horns, and a glossa that spoke almost none stop. But outside the yellow of his paint job this Bumblebee easily would have toward over his teams minibot. The mech was easily the size of him and Sentinel, his plating more armored. Circular but at the same time reinforced, with many of the wires and joints slightly exposed within the seams yet protected by the other shell of the metal around it. Metal that looked far stronger and sturdier than any civilian frame would have. Along with that, two yellow doorwings that made him think of Praxian citizens he had seen back when he still was at the Academy at Cybertron.

Than there was his use of binary code instead of his own vocalizer.

 While there were mechs out there who choose not to speak as much, using code was often something reserved only for when a bot needed to keep their message private pr if they no longer had any use of their vocalizer.

A pit grew in Optimus stomach.

Loss of use of the vocalizer were usually the results of ether rare cases of deformations within the system, accidents, or battles....

Optimus took another good look at the bots around him.

 Outside of Arcee and the red and white bot (which Optimus was sure he could make a pretty good guess of) the mechs around him were easily at the scale of warrior class type mechs. And with weapons equipped into their bodies much like warframe even, if the blue of their eye lights didn't obviously state them as Autobot.

  Optimus then pipped up a question "If its not too much trouble, could we please use one of your central computers"

The red and white bot sent a fiery glare in his direction "Let a bunch of unknow bots put their servos and some of our crucial equipment"? he stated "I don't think so"

"Then just one of your smaller monitors then" said Optimus "I just need to access the planets network".

 "I said that's not happening"! growled the mech

"Please! Our readers our down, as well as our commlinks, we have no idea where we are, I simply want to confirm something-"

The red and white bot gave an even fiercer look.

"And I'm saying I'm not readily assisting a group of strange mechs, especially those who are willingly accompanied by a Decepticon"! 

He jabbed a metal digit at the direction of the femme who had been quite all this time.

But no sooner did they notice the Decepticon symbol on her color did their arms changed into the lethal blasters from earlier.

  "A Con"?! shouted the large green mech named Bulkhead "Slag it! And we brought them right in"!

Blackarachnia took a defensive position and as the solder class bots approach them.

   "She isn't a threat/She's not with us"! shouted both Optimus and Sentinel.

Blackarachnia snorted "Goodness! I feel so protected"!

 Optimus threw an unhappy look at both the femme and his fellow Prime before looking at the bots in front of him, under their mistrustful stares he raised his hand in a peaceful manner.

"We don't mean you any harm, we are not affiliated with the Decepticons, we simply wish to try to establish where we are" he said "If you could allow me to look up a name, I would greatly appreciate that"

  The red and white mech spoke up "We are not offering assistance to-"

"Please, Ratchet"

The mech looked startled before narrowing his optics.

"How do you know my name"?

Optimus gave him a sad smile "Your an experience medic in the field and despite your less than perfect berth side manner your a bot who deeply cares for his patients" 

The mech was silent before he looked at the bot besides him, the other Optimus Prime.

  "Optimus"? he called

How strange was it to hear his own name but not a single optic was aimed at him but instead this large and powerful looking mech.

They looked at him for orders, for guidance, with absolute trust.

A look not expressed down the line from his own team till much later on their stay on earth.

This mech, this leader, who was now studying him.

Despite how intimidated he was of them, Optimus gulped before staring back at those ancient optics.

Locking with those optics Optimus found another difference between himself and the mech, that while the optics of his eyes glowed a bright blue behind the glass the eyes of the towers bot before him shone with a light all of its own. An ancient bright iris shining brightly among a depth of mechanics, both age and experience clear in them. He had been around older mechs such as Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus, even encountered Alpha Trion when he gave brief lectures at the academy.

But he never encountered optics like these.

Then something unexpected happen.

A small smile formed on the great mechs face before he turned to the medic besides him.

 "I see no harm in allowing this young Autobot to make a quick search" he stated.

 "Optimus" Ratchet tried to argue.

 "With you managing the devices of course Ratchet" stated the mech before looking at Optimus again "Though it confuses me how a mech never seen before by my team or seen with the Decepticons knows about this planet's networks, as arbitrary as they are".

  Sentinel then grasped his shoulder "Yeah! Why are you asking to use this shoddy organic network? We need to get access to the commlinks"!

He shrugged him off "There's something I have to confirm Sentinel"

Looking at Ratchet, this Ratchet, as he made his way to the monitors, he spoke to him.

 "Please look up the name Issac Sumdac".

The medic grumbled before typing.

Optimus was taken a back at not seeing the familiar face of the kindly scientist and father of his friend.

Instead were a list of several Issac Sumdac's, some with a link to a site called Some Social?

"Could you type Sumdac Systems, located in Detroit"? pressed Optimus. 

This didn't yield any results ether, only for the word Sumdac to be auto corrected to solar panel systems or even solar systems.

Hilarious if this didn't make Optimus an unsettling feeling in his optics, only to turn into straight horror when he noticed something in the far corner of the screen.

 "Well,"? gruffed Ratchet "Anything else"?!

But Optimus didn't answer.

"Optimus were wasting time" complained Sentinel "What even is this for"?

Sentinel paused though when he didn't hear a response from his fellow Prime.

 "Optimus"? he heard the questioning voice from Ratchet.

It was then the mech lifted his servo and pointed to the screen "Sentinel, the year states that the Earth month of this year is 2011..."

 Sentinel frowned at him confused "Yeah and"?

"When we left the year was 2101...."

His fellow Prime looked startled before saying "What does that mean"?

Optimus shook his head "Nothing good"

 "WHAT"! demanded Sentinel 

Blackarachnia strolled smoothly towards the pair.

"Oh, just tell him Optimus" she said "Sentinel has always been slow on the uptake"

It was noticeable that the other bots had noticed how he was being addressed.

  "Did you just call him....Optimus"? said Arcee bewildered.

Taking a deep intake he said "I believe I owe you an explanation"

The other Optimus, the other Prime, stared at him quizzically.

 "Yes, I believe so"

He nodded before saying "For starters, my given designation is Optimus Prime" the mech said, cringing a bit at the shocked faces the other bots gave him, but continued "And unfortunately I believe were far mor lost than we thought"

"Okay explain this to me again"? asked Bulkhead, this worlds Bulkhead.

It was interesting how despite the obvious differences, the sheer size of the new Bulkhead and the act he was armed with blasters, that they could still share the same wide eyed befuddled look.

"Our group experienced...an accident with our Transwarp generator" Optimus explained once more ", and I believe the resulted blast must have taken us from where we are, our version of the planet earth, and took us here"

The group had moved away from the monitor station and had gathered into a far more spacious area. Sentinel and Blackarachnia kept to Optimus side but no closer than they had to be. Optimus could see from the corner of his optics how Sentinel would give him anxious looks that he always tried to hide behind a scowling brow while Blackarachnia stood tense and giving sneers to anyone looking her way.

Optimus knew that maybe he should have mentioned that he, Sentinel, and his team were engaged in battle with Blackarachnia and the destruction of the Transwarp device was due part to her. But seeing how hostile the other Autobots had become at the apparent Decepticon, he didn't want anymore of an antagonistic view towards her. 

He felt slightly relieved that Sentinel didn't try to "correct" the story...yet. 

 "Another version of Earth"? said the version of Ratchet, his voice thick with skepticism "You can't really expect us to believe that"?

"I understand that's hard to believe" said Optimus "But multiverse theory is something scientist have contemplated as something possible" 

  "In theory" stressed Ratchet "But the idea of other universes other than our own is still seen as a supposition at best"!

Blackarachnia gave a low chuckle at that "You know what they say, a theory is only a theory till its proven true"

The medic sent a glare at her but the femme simply gave a small wave.

Optimus coughed "In ether case, after the blast me and my....associates found ourselves in that cave and eventually those Decepticons"

"What rotten luck" the other Bulkhead chuckled dryly "Waking up in a Con mining operation, good thing we saved your metal at the nick of time"

Sentinel who had been oddly quite spoke up.

"Those Decepticons" he said "They were mining energon"?

 A lot of the bots gave Sentinel a look that meant how foolish they found his question, like it should have been obvious.

But it wasn't.

Back in the beginning when Optimus and his team found themselves stranded on earth he had ordered Teletron 1 with its limited range to try and locate potential pockets of Energon. Only to not find any, leaving Optimus to assume that this was simply a planet that didn't contain this specific mineral. It was disappointing but since the oil found on earth was edible, he and his team didn't run the risk of starving.

But it seemed once more, with the addition of Energon and the absence of Issac and even Sari Sumdac,  that this version of Earth was far different than Optimus own.

 "With the war between the Autobots and Decepticons still persisting, the scouting and collection of Energon is a vital thing" said this world version of him, Optimus Prime. 

Wait...war?

Optimus could feel his mouth part in shock as the moisture of his intake disappeared.

"You are currently at war with the Decepticons"? he breathed out

The other him looked at him, slowly blinking before saying "You are not"?

Optimus shook his head "Our war with the Decepticons ended a million years ago"

The bots around him look at Optimus, their blue optics wide at his words.

With a pause the mech who shared his name spoke again "Currently we have endured war with the Decepticons for many long centuries" he stated "As of now we find ourselves on Earth, locked in deadly and intense combat over control of this world's supply of energon, which as you now is the fuel and lifeblood of Autobots and Decepticons alike" he then added "Even with the departure of Megatron we are still on defense against the other faction, but there is hope we can someday see an end of this war"

 "Megatron departure"? asked Optimus "Are you saying that Megatron is no longer here"

His mirror version closed his eye before saying "At our recent battle there was heavy amount of devastation done, one which I am not sure Megatron had the strength to leave unscathed." 

 Megatron was gone.

Since the battle on the Orion and his consequent revival back in Detroit Megatron felt like this impossible force to fight.

He always felt it was a wonder he and his teams were able to thwart him and his soldiers over and over again.

But now he was gone...it almost seemed impossible.

 "So with Megatron gone, whose the one running the show" Blackarachnia asked.

The blue femme narrowed her optics before sighing and saying "My guess is Starscream"

Blackarachnia let out an unhappy breath "Seriously, that screechy seeker"?

The Bulkhead of this world gave a small chuckle but stopped when Arcee and Ratchet shot him a look.

"Megatrons gone, great" said Sentinel in almost a bored tone "But is there a way your planning to help send us back to our world"?

Optimus was glad Sentinel seemed to believe him but he couldn't help but be embarrassed at his fellow Primes demanding tone.

  "Well, were currently in use of our own groundbridge and its Transwarp modulator" said Ratchet in a deadpan tone "And we have no spares or extra materials for use, certainly not in a way that would be strong enough to supposedly open gateways to other dimensions"

"Do you have any ships then"? asked Sentinel "If you're not able to help us I'm sure someone on Cybertron does"

Optimus was ready to apologize for his fellow Primes demands but was cut off guard by the somber almost pained expressions on their faces.

"...unfortunately me and my compatriots don't have any ships for use" said the other Optimus with some hesitancy.

"Than how soon can you contact someone from Cybertron? Maybe the Autobot Science Division"?

There was more silence and Optimus was starting to get worried.

 "We cannot contact Cybertron" Ratchet stated solemnly.

"Why not"?! Sentinel demanded "With Megatron gone, aren't you planning on calling in for more support to clean up the rest of these Decepticons? The Elite Guard"?

None of the bots seemed to want to speak, almost hiding something they knew would be devastating to the strangers before them.

But Sentinel had little patience for their hesitancy.

"Hello? Why isn't anyone answering me"?

Finally, his counterpart said in a quiet voice laced with old grief "There is no way to contact Cybertron, unfortunately, Cybertron no longer exist"

[nevis-the-skeleton]

What if Starscream captured Miko in TFP ROCK BOTTOM... But then she begs for Jack + Arcee + Bulkhead to help her, before passing out... Star freezes and remembers how he begged for help/mercy whenever Megatron attacked him... Then Star takes passed out Miko to June’s hospital... When the Autobots try to bring up his empathy and kindness, he denies it! X’D

Thank you for this more than interesting request sweety anon (^w^)

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Starscream was standing in front of Bulkhead who was holding a huge rock on his shoulders as best he could, the Seeker couldn't help but laugh seeing that, while this wretched Autobot was totally at his mercy. It was delightful ! This time, he was the one holding the cannon!

The situation had been very different before, because it was him who was at the mercy of someone. In the end, this cave collapse caused by Megatron's stupidity was a blessing! If he killed that Autobot, then his Master could only forgive him! Logic!

Well, he still have to find him, and supposed that his Master was alive. But his Lord had the ability to survive anything, just as much as some earthlings insects. Eventually, Starscream snapped out of his thoughts, enjoying that moment of superiority he rarely got to have with Megatron's crushing shadow.

“Well, well? What do we have here? sneered the jet as he came closer. A problem maybe, Bulkhead? Are you stuck?"

The flyer continued to laugh, with a mean smile, his wings rising as best they could in this steep cave. Ordinarily, his claustrophobia would have taken all his confidence away from him, but seeing that big bully Bulkhead in this situation was way too much fun! Bulkhead was weak, and Starscream had won! It was as simple as that! The Seeker began to extend his claws, until he heard a scream:

“Hey! Leave him alone!"

Starscream lowered the optics dismissively toward the voice, only to see that clumsy Autobot's human pet approaching him with a raised fist. The Seeker smirked, and hissed:

"Or what ?! Little fool! Are you going to hit me with your frail little fists?!

- Don't touch her! Or I assure you that I kill you! exclaimed the big green robot.

- And with what weapons? the jet taunted. Oh? Those? he pointed to Bulkhead's arms, still up to hold the rock. Unfortunately for you, I think they're already quite busy."

The Autobot frowned as the flyer continued to smile smugly. Bulkhead was powerless against him, Starscream was going to be able to kill him without any problem! Quickly and simply! Lord Megatron will have no reason to get rid of him after this! Maybe his Master will even congratulate him, as he did with Cliffjumper!

“If you think you can get away with it that easily, Starscream, you- began the big green robot.

- Shut up a bit, will you? cut the Seeker. Even for me this conversation is far too long! I have no reason to continue talking to a dead bot!"

He stretched out his claws again, determined to bring them down on the Autobot, just like he had done with that arrogant red robot that was Cliffjumper! It was the ultimate proof of life! He had survived, and not them! Those who die are weak, and Starscream is not! That's all!

The cave was bound to collapse after that, but that was no problem. The jet was confident in his abilities to get out of this cave. He had already done it once, he could do it again!

It was then that the jet received a stone directly in the optics, and cried out in pain before putting a hand on his eye! He turned his head angrily towards the vermin that accompanied Bulkhead, and activated his blaster before firing in the direction of the human!

Miko screamed in panic, and jumped just in time to avoid the attack, but was thrown by the detonation, directly into a wall! Starscream hadn't been particularly hurt, but the idea that this filth had had the audacity to attack him was unbearable to him! She had no right to do that! None!

"Urgh...my ribs..." moaned the Japanese girl, one hand on her side.

The Seeker approached angrily towards the young girl, and looked at her with disdain, before kneeling down towards her, and grabbing her roughly in his hand! The girl cried out in pain, and Bulkhead yelled:

"No ! Miko! Leave her alone, Starscream! She has nothing to do with it!

- From the moment she attacked me, she has to do with it! hissed the jet angrily.

- Stop exaggerating, and put her down!

- You're not in a position to give me orders! Autobot!!" the jet replied with a look burning with rage, moving closer to Bulkhead.

He was not weak! He certainly wasn't going to let some poor human attack him like that and pull through! No wa ! If Lord Megatron found out he would laugh at him! For sure!

"Pathetic, as always, Starscream! Miserable! As always!" growled the leader of the Decepticons, moving closer to the Seeker as the latter tried his best to try to get up with his broken leg.

Megatron roughly grabbed him by the throat, before slamming him against the wall behind him, stopping Starscream's energon from flowing!

It was then that the flyer heard the sound of a drill, and quickly moved away! He saw another human there who froze when he saw him. But the jet paid him no more attention. He was only a human, he couldn't do anything against him! Those vermins couldn't do anything to him! Nothing! Lord Megatron would have no reason to be angry with him this time!

Jack looked around for Miko but couldn't find her, and quickly saw that Bulkhead was in dire straits, as the Decepticon in front of him was already starting to stretch his claws!

The sound of a charging blaster was heard in the cave, and the Seeker froze, before Arcee exclaimed:

"Leave Bulkhead alone!"

Strangely, Starscream didn't feel especially scared at this moment. He knew perfectly well that he had a certain guarantee of getting out of this situation. He could quickly be sure when he turned around and saw the horrified expression of that cursed two-wheeler and her pet. He pointed a claw at Miko, and smiled:

"If I were you, I wouldn't try anything stupid, Arcee!"

Well, his chance to kill Bulkhead was wasted, especially since his quick exit wasn't so sure anymore… Besides, now that he thought about it, if he killed that lout the cave would collapse, and Lord Megatron might not even have come out yet…

If it fell apart again, and his Master learned that it was technically the Seeker's fault, he was just going to punch him regardless of whether he managed to kill an Autobot, or even two, with the landslide!

But, if he left empty-handed, there too his Master would find a reason to be angry! It was sure! Already that the jet had abandoned him in the collapse, if he did not bring back anything to calm him down, the flyer was sure to have a very bad time!

A hit! Two hits! Three hits! It never ended! He had to lose consciousness! What was he waiting for to do that?! Why couldn't he?! He was going to end up killing him! Stop!

Without realizing it, his grip around Miko was starting to tighten more and more, which made her scream in pain! Starscream came to his senses, and he finally found a solution. He had only to take this human as hostage! Quite simply! It was better than nothing!

He turned his attention back to the Autobot threatening him, and he glared at Arcee, before hissing:

"Move out of the way! Or I'll kill her!"

The motorbike gritted her teeth, before executing reluctantly, watching the Seeker leave with the little one, without being able to do anything... Miko looked at them in panic, and held out her hand to Bulkhead before exclaiming:

“Bulk! Help! Help!!"

The jet smiled triumphantly, and gloated, as he could see the helpless gaze of those miserable Autobots. So! That was it ! They were weak! Not him! It was they who had the stupidity to attach themselves to vermin and let feelings take over! He had won!

He ended up being quickly outside, and raised his wings with pride! He looked back at his hostage, and saw that she was much paler than she was usually supposed to be. Can humans change colors?

Miko struggled as best she could to no avail, trying to grab air, as the Decepticon's grip grew stronger and stronger. She couldn't breathe, and her broken ribs added extra pain that she couldn't hide…!

"I… I can't breathe anymore…" the Japanese girl choked out.

Starscream frowned in confusion as he tried to figure out what exactly the verb "breathe" meant… Was it a term close to "vent"? But how come she couldn't?

"I… I can't do it anymore… it doesn't circulate anymore…" Miko gasped.

The phrase sounded like a stab in the Seeker's Spark as it resonated with indelible memories. Branded forever with a hot iron.

Starscream was struggling as best he could, trying to loosen Megatron's grip around his neck…! It was no longer circulating! His energon was no longer circulating…! The jet moaned in pain, but could barely speak, as he felt his consciousness leaving him...

"P-Please…" the little human sobbed.

"Please..." begged Starscream.

"I don't want to die!"

The jet gave a start, while a persistent echo sounded in his audio-receivers. His hand loosened of its own accord, as he now fully faced the small being that lay unconscious in his palm.

Was… she dead? He had killed her? Why did it affect him so much?! It was just a human! Yes… but, she looked so much like him… Did… had he killed her in his anger…?

Strangely, the more he looked at her, the more he felt like he was facing himself… It seemed to him that he was looking at himself from a distorted mirror and yet screaming with truth, while he gradually became aware of what he had done...

He had let his rage talk against the human, without thinking… Exactly like Megatron did with him. Strangely, this thought did not please him, the idea of ​​having looked like his Master even for a moment made him nauseous, without really understanding why... The fact that he looked like him wasn't the proof that he was strong…? It was a show of strength, right?! Yes, but… strong compared to whom? To this fragile little being?

He couldn't take his gaze away from her, and what he saw made his Spark squeeze. He could see how tiny and fragile she was… Vulnerable to the huge world… And yet despite that… she was full of courage to defend her friend… She was weak, and yet so strong… Despite her fear…

She was afraid… she was afraid of dying… Like him, she… N- No…! He looked nothing like her! He wasn't that fragile or pathetic! Ah! Certainly not!! He didn't need such a silly thing as "breathe"! He wasn't that weak!

The flyer's hand began to shake, as he suddenly faced his own ignorance. If he had better informed himself he would have known that he should never have squeezed her as hard as he had done… He was paying for his ignorance… which ended up being fatal for the little one…

The sky began to cry, the drops flowing in harmony with involuntary tears... Suddenly, the human moved a little, and Starscream for a time thought it was because of his shaking hands. He pushed her lightly, and as gently as possible with a claw, and noted with shock that she was alive! Very much alive!

The Seeker huffed in relief, but it was very short-lived when he noticed that the little one was becoming increasingly pale… In any case, she was going to die… The child in his hand was so pale and hurt, just like him after Megatron took his anger out on him...

She and he were the same? Was he that miserable? Maybe even more, because her weakness this human compensated it with her courage, something he had lost for a long time...

He tightened his fingers over the child, shielding her from the torrential rain that was beating down on them. The big gray clouds continued to weeping and crying over, without stopping, hitting Starscream's shoulders already heavy with guilt.

If he did nothing, there was a big probability for the little one to die, right? … If no one helps her, she will die, right…? Him, no one had ever come to help him… Never… But, she, she didn't have to suffer the same fate as him.

The Seeker put the child in his cockpit, and transformed, before rising towards the crying sky. He rose higher and higher, piercing the clouds. Then stood in front of the bright sun and its comforting warmth.

~

Optimus and Bumblebee manage to pull Arcee, Bulkhead, and Jack out of the rubble, but still no trace of Miko. They had been lucky enough to avoid Megatron, who had managed to get out at the same time, hiding in the cave until he was gone.

Bulkhead and Arcee had quickly explained the situation to their teammates, and Prime was deeply worried, especially since he hadn't received any calls from their enemies, about Miko's kidnapping...

The Autobots were devastated, especially the green Wrecker who had just lost his friend. The motorbike was mad with rage, blaming herself for failing to defend Miko from Starscream.

Fowler paced nervously, trying his best to hide his anxiety... The girl was in mortal danger, he knew it. In addition, the big green robot had made it clear that the little one was surely injured in the ribs, which could be really serious if it was not treated...

The agent suddenly received a call, and quickly grabbed his phone, almost dropping it! Everyone tensed in fear and apprehension as Fowler answered the phone:

“Agent Fowler here, listening.

- Hello, Fowler. said a voice.

- Miss Darby?!"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and William put the speaker on, so everyone could listen to the conversation.

“I'm calling about Miko.

- You found her?! Bulkhead exclaimed.

- Well yes. She was unconscious outside our hospital.

- Is she… Is she…

- She's fine."

The Wrecker huffed in relief, then he asked:

"She… she told you how she managed to get to you?

- Yes.

- Miko is strong, but I find it hard to believe that she managed to escape from Starscream. Ratchet said to Optimus.

- That's true, my old friend, but surely there is a much more rational explanation. nodded the Autobot leader.

- Honestly, I don't see."

Finally they turned their attention back to the conversation with June, when she replied:

“She told me it was a red-crowned crane, with silver wings, that had brought her to me."

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief and surprise at Jack's mother's statement. None of them really knowing how to react.

~

Miko was sitting on her hospital bed, and smiled a little as she looked at her phone. It was a bit broken and cracked, but still worked, and she couldn't take her eyes off the message that had been written in her digital notepad.

[ I think you already know who I am, impossible you don't, but in doubt I'll say it: My name is Starscream, Second-in-Command of the Decepticons!

I won't apologize for nearly killing you… Well, maybe I do… Even though I have no reason to apologize to an Autobot! In any case, I want to make it clear that I didn't purposely "unbreath you" (I don't know if this word exists but it doesn't matter)!

…

I knew humans was fragile, but I didn't think it was that bad… So, for that, I'm sorry… And for scaring you too… Uh… No! No! Forget that! I don't know how to erase on your primitive thing but forget what you read!

Anyway, in any case, I hope you're doing well, not that I'm worried about it of course. But, I consider that you don't deserve to die right now. You are a reckless little thing that I was kind enough to spare, be grateful!

Be more careful, and stop attacking robots a hundred times bigger than you, you'll live longer.

PS: Don't tell the Autobots!

PPS: The keys on your primitive device are hellish!]

Miko smiled with a little laugh, and looked out the window with a determined gaze. He might have helped her, and even if he apologized (unintentionally) he had hurt her. The Japanese girl wanted revenge for that, and it was very simple! She was going to tell everything to Bulk! Nah!

[freeusemuses]

"I hope you don't mind that I'm a little more underdressed than usual, Sky... Something seems to have tampered with my visual module while I was stretching..." 2B remarks to the spider that has just entered her room.

If Sky wasn't 1,000% used to situations like this arising (thanks largely in part to Arcee and Airachnid), seeing 2B in her current state would have induced an instant nosebleed.

However...

"Well... do you need some help 2B?"