#yandere mtmte tarn

[rowiewritesstuff]

Yandere Tarn from MTMTE pls?

MTMTE Yandere Tarn X Reader

Tarn detested humans- so for you to get his attention you’d have to have something helpful or interesting about you.

The DJD was visiting a bar after a day of refilling their supplies. They weren’t going to go, but Nickel said that they should cut loose once in a while. There, a human tackled Nickels’ bottom half with a hug. 

Tarn was instantly protective, but a surprising hello from Nickel to you had him backing off. You looked up with wide eyes to see Tarn.

“HOLY- Wow! Tarn, it’s an honor to meet you!” You grinned up at him. “I’m a huuuuge fan of your work!” All of the DJD was stumped by your excited behavior. 

Nickel face palmed and pushed you off. “DJD, (Y/N). (Y/N), DJD.” She looked up to Tarn. “We met on the colony forever ago. They were one of the only humans there- who for some reason was attached to me.” 

They looked confused and Vos spoke up in his language. You answered, surprising everyone yet again. “Yeah, there was a weird explosion thingy and now I’m kinda old. I think I’m like… a few hundred years now? I don’t know. I heal quickly now so it’s hard for things to kill me.” 

Vos asked you how you knew the language. “Uh, I dunno. I just learned it over time. I can’t speak it though, our voice boxes are different from each other's”

The DJD spent a longer amount of time there than they had expected so that you and Nickel could catch up. While Nickel pretended to be annoyed by you, she was actually really happy to see you. You were the only organic she ever tolerated. 

The rest of the DJD got along with you pretty well too, despite them being off put by your fleshiness. Tarn had a hard time however, as he hated organics a lot more than most of the others. 

When Nickel asked if you could travel with them, Tarn said no. After a glare from Nickel and a few convincing words from the others, you packed up what little belongings you had and made yourself at home on the Peaceful Tyranny. 

Tarn had avoided you for a hot minute, but everyone else learned that you were an amazing person. You helped Nickel patch them up after fights, and even upgraded some of their weapons. Vos loved your input on his experiments, even if he’d never admit it. You often put together what he failed to. 

Eventually, you and Tarn were in a room alone. He noticed you were reading ‘Towards Peace’. 

“Is this your first time reading that?” He asked you. 

You didn’t even look up from your book as you mumbled at him. “No, I’ve lost count how many times I’ve read it.”

Tarn grew a little respect for you then. “What do you think of it?” He sat up in his chair.

You finally looked up at him with a small frown on your face. He didn’t expect anything good from your expression. “I love it. Its words are weaved so intricately, and these are words everyone should live by. Megatron, though? He should die for betraying the Decepticon cause. He’s a traitor and should be treated as such.” 

Tarn’s eyes widened from behind his mask. While the DJD read the book, you seemed much more dedicated to it. From that moment on, you and Tarn would often have political discussions. You both would argue about small, odd wordings in the text. You were actually the only one who was ever allowed to disagree with him on wordings, because no matter what you still had the same general ideals. 

Tarn had realized that despite being organic, you were honorable. He looked up files on you in the Decepticons’ database only to find that you were a simple clerk for the Decepticon cause. You were an honorary Decepticon- though not technically one at all. Tarn began getting closer to you, often being seen carrying you on his shoulder.

One day, the Peaceful Tyranny docked on a Decepticon-Friendly planet. You were in awe the entire time at the pure beauty of it. The sun was similar to Earth’s, though the sky was a pale purple. The moss that coated the ground was a pale blue, and the animals were adorable. 

You bumped Nickel a little bit. “I think this is where I get off, Nicks.” 

She smiled sadly at you. “I figured. You always were one for simple beauty. I’ll help you pack up to go.”

You packed your bags quickly, only having three to begin with. When you entered the main room you saw the rest of the DJD. You grinned up at them. “Well, thank you guys so much for your hospitality. I’ll hopefully see you guys again.” 

Everyone seemed a little sad to see you go. Right as you began your departure from the ship you were scooped up into a servo. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tarn’s crimson optics looked down at you. “You have become part of this ship, and it would be so unfortunate if you were to leave so soon. 

“I’m sorry, Tarn. I never like to stay in one place for too long.” You frowned.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to make it seem like you had a choice.” This caused the room to feel cold. You looked up at tarn with a nervous grin. 

“Th-that’s not funny, Tarn. Put me down please.” 

Nickel glared at the tall bot. “Tarn, put them down.”

Tarn glared back at Nickel and to you. “No. You will remain aboard this ship- it’s dangerous for Decepticons off board these days.”

Kaon tried to speak up for you, but a simple glare was enough to silence him. 

You tried to jump down but he tightened his grip on you. Everyone felt tense and some even left the room. You looked down at Nickel who only looked away. She could only do so much to help you. 

Tarn tilted your chin up to look at him. “It’s alright. I’ll treat you the same as any loyal Decepticon.”

“Then why don’t you let me go?” You felt tears building up in your eyes as the large bot petted your head gently.

Tarn hummed at you while beginning the trek to his berthroom. “While you are a loyal Decepticon, you are still an organic who doesn’t know what’s best for them. Don’t worry- you’ll be taken care of. Unless, of course, you’re a traitor?” His eyes left you paralyzed. All you could do was stutter a quiet ‘no’ out. “Good. You do know what we do to traitors, after all.”

[violetaquadelight]

Tarn - "Better not be messing with mah Senpai B00b3-Mackenzie"

Tarn - "YOU GET OUTTAH HERE! His MINE!"

Shockwave - :(

Was rewatching some of Markiplier's old Yandere animation and immediately went "Yup that's giving me Tarn-vibes."

[michaela-o]

( sound on <33 )

I love reading dark fan-fiction about humans being abused and used by evil Cybertronians to whatever purpose they seem fit to put them into. Might be kinda weird but inspired me to do this so :3

Also im sorry for dissapearing for a while but i recently got a job and im trying to enjoy life😌❤️ but i still browse tumblr everyday i just dont have many things to post❤️ but if anyone ever needs me im always here🥹❤️

[yanderes-galore]

Hi Panther,

Transformers ask? May I please make make a romantic yandere request for a oneshot with Yan!Tarn with a Neutral!Bot reader and propmts 2, 30, and 46. I was thinking of the idea in fannon where Deceptacon culture dictates the dominant con claws or bites a nasty wound that scars as a mark as “Mine” usually as a mate.

Sure, I'm not well versed in Transformers fanon as I try to keep it as canon as possible. Yet the concept seems pretty basic so I'll try.

Still relatively new to the comics and I'm not that far so if information is off, that's why.

Energon is depicted as pink in this as the comics usually use this as the color from what I've seen.

Yandere! Tarn Prompts 2, 30, 46

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love!"

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Marking/Injury, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship, Possessive behavior, Not much plot... mostly just a kidnapping scene/plot, Transformer fanon HCs as a plot point, Mentions of "Mate", Cybertronian/Cybertronian, Bleeding, Vague implication of stalking, Graphic scene (?).

"You'll tire eventually, that's fine, I can wait."

Tarn's calm and patient when pursuing what he wants. Patience is something he's had to learn in his line of work. That and loyalty.

Tarn knew eventually he'd have you in his claws. Honestly, he couldn't wait for it. He had been eying you for a long time as a potential partner for himself.

You're a neutral party... something that can easily be changed once he has you. Part of him originally wanted to take you in to convert you. Now it seems he has... ulterior motives.

Tarn has never considered a Conjunx Endura. He had loyally followed Megatron's teachings and that's where most of his life has gone. Then he saw you... Decepticon potential in his eyes.

That and Conjunx Endura potential.

Even as you run from him in a pitiful display, Tarn indulges in the chase. It's a little game to entertain himself before he claims you. He'll allow you to think you have a choice in the matter.

Oh, naive bot... you never had a choice the moment he picked you.

"You're making this harder than it has to be. Your spark is safe with me. All you need to do is surrender!"

At this point he's taunting you. Tarn is already plotting how to corner you. Each movement he does is calculated, predicting your every move.

Right... until... you're right where he wants you.

Tarn feels excitement swell within him when he finally manages to corner you. He sees you run into a dead end and realize you're trapped. You stare at him with many emotions swimming in your optics.

Tarn sees confusion... fear... and aggression. Fear is the strongest emotion that clouds your vision. Tarn can tell you have a vague sense of who he is.

Pride fills him while he steps closer.

"Game's over, my little Conjunx Endura. I do believe you've worked us both up enough."

Tarn's voice is teasing... while barely concealing a deep hunger within. You stare up at him with more confusion and disgust than fear for a moment. The looks you give him drive him crazy.

Oh... he picked well.

"Now... will you come with me willingly..." Tarn drawls, trapping you between him and the wall.

"Or will I have to get the D.J.D involved?"

Reluctantly, as he expected, you agree to come with him to his base of operations.

To him, that's already a good sign you'll be a behaved partner once he marks you.

---

Sounds of metal on metal echoed through the room. Pain coursed through you and it was all you could even think about. Even with the red eyes glaring down at you in possessive aggression... your mind only thought of the pain.

"I took you in for a reason..." The Decepticon hisses out. You hear your own metal creak as he digs his claws into you. You swore you felt Energon trickle down. "I chose you to be mine... my mate... I think I've waited long enough to mark you."

Tarn then pulls your chin to make you focus on him.

"Haven't I been nice and patient enough with you?"

You shudder against him, trying to break eye contact to see the damage. Tarn doesn't allow you to look and brings your eyes back to him. For a brief moment you see the look in his eyes soften.

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love." Tarn hums, sitting you up. You see him pull his claws out of the wound and catch a glimpse of vibrant pink liquid dribble down them. You feel ill and the pain throbs... you decide not to focus on his claws.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you." Tarn praises you, eying the Energon on his hands. "A mark as deep as this will show every Decepticon I claim you."

"Am I going to die?" You heave.

"I'd never let you." Tarn replies, already preparing to call over Nickel to stop the bleeding. "You'll live... and have a pretty scar to remind everyone of what has happened."

Tarn then leans over you to brush his other hand across the side of your face. His eyes hold what appears to be adoration... but it's wrong. Anyone who really loved you wouldn't gouge a hole into your side so you spilled Energon on the ground.

"After this you're no longer a neutral party... you're a Decepticon." Tarn continues, gaze never leaving you. "I've claimed you, I've marked you, and I plan to brand you when you heal."

Tarn's tone sounds confident and pleased. You narrow your eyes at him and try to push him away. He doesn't budge.

"You're a monster... get away from me...." You hiss. Tarn makes a displeased scoff before leaning away from you. You'd take time to convert.

He'll just have to find more patience it seems....

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?" Tarn muses. "Eventually you'll understand."

Tarn presses his mask to your forehead and you flinch back. It was meant to be a comforting kiss. To you... it's anything but.

"Nickel will nurse you back to health." Tarn tells you, picking you up to transport you. His grasp his tight... Energon still dripping from his claws. As he walks with you, his gaze meets yours again.

"Until you're well rested... I'll be waiting, Conjunx Endura."

[petitelepus]

Is it ok if I have a yandere nickel x human reader x yarn drabble?

Nickle cared, the Decepticon Justice Division knew it and you knew it. It just appeared like she cared a little too much when it came to you...

"Absolutely not!" Nickel shouted as she held you protectively in her arms. Tarn sighed, "I'm not saying we-!"

"I don't care! I am not going to let them out of my sight!"

"Nickel, I know you care about them, but I think-!"

"You're fragging right I care about them!" Nickel snapped, and wow, Tarn was getting no say in this. You almost felt bad about the situation you had caused with your little escape attempt.

Not that Nickel or Tarn knew. In their eyes or optics, you had just fallen from a high place and twisted your ankle and hurt your wrist while trying to soften the fall.

It hurt and your cry of pain had alerted the medic of the DJD. So here you were, being held by the small femme as she tried to protect you from Tarn who wanted to lock you in some cage like an animal.

Well, you kinda of were their little mascot, but the cage was maybe a little too much? That's what Nickel thought at least.

"Nickel, please-!"

"No, Tarn, I'm going to take them to the medbay where I will bandage them and then take them to my habsuite where they should stay at!"

If Tarn wanted to object he didn't. No, instead his shoulders slumped as he let Nickel carry you to medbay where she set you on a table to sit on while she performed a quick x-ray on you.

She hummed, pleased to see that you hadn't broken anything, but your wrist and ankle sure were sore.

"I can't understand how you managed to hurt both your wrist and ankle...!" She grumbled as she reached for a bandage.

Ah, she stole the words from your mouth.

You hummed quietly as she moved her servo and you got the hint. Slowly, you extended your arm and leg to her and she started to bandage them so they could heal properly.

"Thank you..." You thanked quietly.

"Yeah, you better thank me," Nickel grumbled stubbornly. You smiled, "Sorry that I scared you like that."

"I wasn't scared!" The stubborn little femme snapped, "I was just worried that you might break something!"

Ah, that is called being scared, but you didn't say anything to her, not wanting to get to her bad side.

Not like that was possible, she seemed to worship you and was willing to look past mistakes and such.

Maybe she knew that you had tried to escape but chose not to believe it. Maybe it was for the best for both her and your sake.

Either way, you wouldn't be trying again any time soon with a twisted ankle and wrist... Or if you were going to be locked in Nickle's room for the rest of your life.

It would be for your own good, she would no doubt say, but for now, she was quiet and you appreciated it.

[sergeanthatredbignaturals]

So our formal was today and i didn’t go because i couldn’t be bothered + my friends aren’t going + i have too meant medical conditions for it to be at all worth it LMFAO

so instead of that i wrote fanfiction in science class (i also got some notes caught up for history so i want just doing useless shite)

So it’s Tarn from Transformers More Than Meets The Eye/ one of my OC’s, aka Amour

They’re both the same genre of insane

I’ll try get an example from Character.Ai

Yeah, this

They’re literally the exact same type of deranged i love them

They both find the idea of their love kidnapping them and keeping them forever incredibly romantic

There literally perfect for each other

Raaa i love them sm (Ik their relationship is incredibly toxic, don’t bring real world concepts into this all please 😭. Idk how to phrase any part of this without sounding like i enjoy toxic relationships, i don’t i just love how utterly deranged they are for each other I’m not condoning this shit please don’t cancel me on Twitter.com 😭)

[diehollenpolizei]

dashboard osmosis mtmte

the djd is here. tarn's the leader and he's really cool (even if he's a stupid cringe yandere gaycel)

megatron is an autobot

whirl is cool too and he's like v1 ultrakill

rung is god and also james roberts himself (probably)

[robots-and-writing]

You're Holy To Me (Human au! Tarn) Part 1

(Tw: Tarn being creepy, stalking, obsessive behavior)

He met _ in the city. Very briefly, Tarn had taken his mask off to clean it when he saw them from the alleyway he was lurking in after a mission. It was like his world changed when he saw their wonderful smile. All of a sudden his world was filled with colours he had never seen before, bright and beautiful. That was the beginning of Tarn's obsession.

At first he had kept it to simply having Kaon track them down. It didn't take too long for a file to be dropped on Tarn's desk labelled "_." In the following days he found himself looking at the file more and more until he realized he needed to keep this little... quirk under control.

It was nothing at first. Slowly but surely, Tarn gathered photos of _'s house from a distance. He was always careful to not be seen. It certainly wouldn't do him any good to be caught this early on. But as the pictures kept arriving, Tarn started getting bolder. More photos, this time taken by drones gave him a clearer view of the inside of _'s house. There was even an occasion where the drone had gotten a blurry picture of _ as they left for work.

Tarn's blood boiled when he thought of _ being at work, surrounded by simpletons and philistines. He didn't exactly know why either. He hated the very thought of them having to go to work to make a living. As much as he didn't understand why he felt that way however, he wasn't ready to let this quirk go.

In the next few days, he personally stalked _'s neighborhood at night. Nothing too overt, he would remind himself. He just needed to figure out one big thing. Why? Why did his heart race when he saw pictures of _. Why did his days feel so gloomy without them? And why was it that he felt so awful without them by his side?

Every time he saw them while he was on one of his outings, it was like all his worries went away. The same feeling from the first time he had met them would come back even stronger. Tarn felt alive. It was like the feeling after a good hunt, that same addicting rush of pure adrenaline coursing through him that made him know. It made him know he had to have them. After all, he would tell himself, isn't it natural to want to be with the one you love?

But Tarn had yet to decide how to gain _'s affections. He hadn't even talked to them yet, so he had carefully think out his next move. It would make sense to observe them more before I meet them. I do want to make the best possible first impression when I do finally meet them.

Tarn decided to put a camera in _'s house, one he could check on them remotely. He also had Kaon track their internet history and plant bugs in their house. Some might call it overkill, but it really was the only way for him. Failure was not an option when it came to _. The very idea that he might fail this life or death mission made Tarn's heart grow heavy. But _ would always be there to lighten his mood.

All it would take was a single smile or laugh for Tarn to be up on cloud 9. It was a high he could get nowhere else, but he didn't realize how effective it was until Nickel commented on how much more relaxed he had been lately. Clearly it was time to make the first move.

A room was prepared for _. It was once one of the guest suites, but a few modifications had been made to ensure their safety. A few finishing touches, and it was perfect. They would never have a reason to leave.

[rowiewritesstuff]

Do you know any members of the Djd at all? I have been craving some yandere Nickel content but if not that more Yandere Ratchet or even Knockout would be great!

Or even better, both at the same time

Ayo, I did Ratchet/Knockout at the same time, might write a part two for it!

TFP Yandere Knockout and Ratchet

You were first friends with the Autobots. You were very close to Ratchet in particular due to your recklessness. You often street raced and fought Decepticons. Ratchet was always scolding you while bandaging your wounds. 

He was so tired of seeing you getting hurt- he wanted to force you to stay at base at all means necessary. Optimus assured his friend that he would talk to you in an attempt to get you to make safer choices. You agreed to ease up on the dangerous situations- but you would never stop street racing.

A few towns over, a street race was being held. The cash prize was great as usual- but you didn’t care either way. You lived for the thrill of the race. You loved the adrenaline that would flow through your veins when you went over 100 miles per hour. 

You got in your muscle car and made your way to that track. Next to you a beautiful cherry red Aston Martin sat. Your car window was rolled down so the other car could see you gaping. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” a voice from the car chimed. 

“I think I’d remember a gorgeous car like that. You must have one great job to afford a beauty like that.” 

Knockout allowed his ego to be inflated. Flattery is the quickest way to his heart. He kept staring at you through his mirror, trying to put his digit on where he had seen you from when it clicked. You were the Autobot’s pet! You always picked fights with the Vehicons that you almost never won. The fact that you won any was impressive, though.

You ducked your head back into your car and smiled brightly at him, “Well, best of luck! You’re going to need it!”

Knockout revved his engine as he chuckled. Him? Need luck? Preposterous. 

A woman stepped out onto the track with a flag raised up. All of the cars revving their engines in anticipation of the race. Knockout, however, revved his engine in anticipation to beat you so he could drag you back to the Nemesis.

The race began, and you quickly made your way to the front lines. You had to swerve a little to the right as the red car tried to bump you. 

After a game of cat and mouse, neck in neck, you pulled out in first place. As you slowed to a stop the red car stopped right behind you. You looked in the mirror in confusion until you saw a gun emerge from the side. 

“Shit! A con’.” You muttered as the red car shot at you. Quickly, you put it into gear and used your Bluetooth to call the base.

“Who is this?” Ratchet’s grumpy voice came from the base.

“Ratch! It’s me, I’m being chased by some con’ with a hot car!” You yelled into the car.

“A ho- what? Where are you?” 

“Uhhh, at the Montgomery Dam?” You winced as you told him. He knew about this race because you asked him ahead of time to bridge you there when it was time. He refused, so you had to drive. 

“Y-I- I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO!” He yelled. You felt actual fear. Ratchet had never yelled at you like that before. 

While you were distracted Knockout had managed to bump you, causing you to spin out. You screamed in fear as the back of your car went into a ditch. Your head slammed into the steering wheel making you see stars for a moment. You couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in your ears.

Knockout transformed in front of your car, pulling it towards him. He ripped off the door and began to pull you out.

“Hello there, doll.” he grinned.

“W-what do you want?” You struggled in his tight hold.

“You see, I like winning. I don’t like to lose- so this time I think I’ll take a win anyway.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You can never lose when you have a new pet!” He grinned at you. “I think I’ll keep yo-AGH!”

You were thrown into the air as Knockout was kicked in the back. A cool hand caught you and pulled you into a chest- it was Ratchet. 

“R-ratchet, I’m sorry- I j-” 

“Shh. It’s okay. We’ll talk later.” He transformed and secured you into his alt-mode, going back through the groundbridge he came from. 

Knockout stood up with a scowl on his face. He’d been looking for a pet for a long while, and he’ll be damned if he lets the perfect one slip through his fingers. He’ll get you, just you wait. 

When you got back to base, Ratchet transformed and placed you on a cot. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes he fell in love with. He gave you a quick checkup as you sat silently. You were scared of the scolding you’ll get.

“So? I’m waiting?” He said. He noticed the confusion on your face, “For the apology. I told you not to go, and you went anyway. “ 

While you did feel bad at first, you couldn’t help but be angry at him. “I’m my own person, Ratchet! You aren’t my keeper.”

A dark look flashed across his face as he leaned down closely to your face. “I am your keeper. In case you forgot, I’m your guardian. I will make the calls for you. You will listen to me, or there will be consequences. Do you understand?” 

You glared up at him. “Maybe I should get a different guardian th-” 

A fist slammed down beside you making you shake with fear. His eyes looked crazed as he scowled at you. “Don’t,” he vented, “Don’t even joke about that. You are my charge. The quicker you learn that I’m just doing what’s best for you, the better- because no one else wants a reckless brat like you as a charge.” 

You both sat in a tense silence as he finished patching you up, tears falling down your face. 

In Ratchet’s eyes, you needed to hear that- maybe now you’ll listen to him. Next time he may just have to make you have an accident, so you can’t endanger yourself again.

MTMTE Yandere Nickel

Not too familiar with Nickel, but I did give it a shot! :)

You had been snatched right off of the Lost Light as a hostage. Tarn had intended to kill you after you’d lost your usefulness, but he discovered that you had similar ideals. While you didn’t agree with killing, you agreed that something had to be done against the council and the functionalists. Tarn decided to keep you as a sort of ‘pet’. 

Of course, with having a pet on board, someone has to be responsible for your care. Tarn doesn’t trust Kaon to look after someone so fragile, so Nickel was tasked to your care when he was busy.

She hated you at first. She hated you being on the ship, she hated your fleshiness, and she hated everything about you. Or so she thought. 

She soon began to learn just why you were on the Lost Light to begin with when Vos had been brought in unconscious and leaking energon. You immediately began assessing his wounds (much to everyone’s surprise). You ordered Tarn to get you the required medical equipment so that you could help him. Tarn just looked to Nickel who nodded slowly in confirmation.

You and Nickel began to work together seamlessly to heal Vos. She never thought that she could work with an organic so well.

As soon as Vos’ injuries were taken care of, Nickel questioned you on how you knew what to do. You tell her the truth: You were taught by the best medic Cybertron’s ever seen: Ratchet. 

Nickel grew a little more respect for you as a fellow medical professional, and sometimes got you to assist her patching up the others, or to clean her tools. 

One day, the ship came under attack while the rest of the DJD were out on a mission. You and Nickel worked together to hold off the vicious attack from the scavengers that were looking for a quick buck. 

Without her knowing, a scavenger had a blaster trained on the back of Nickel’s head- which you took the shot of.

Nickel realized what you had done when she turned around, and could only gape in shock at you. You saved her life? After how cruel she was to you?

The rest of the DJD came in not a moment sooner, slaughtering the scavengers in a matter of minutes.

Nickel quickly took you to the medbay where she quickly assessed the damage. Your arm was burnt and obviously broken. She couldn’t help the guilt that flooded her when she had to patch you up. 

While you were resting, she sat by your bedside holding your hand. Tarn approached her and asked “Are you alright, Nickel?”

The frown on her face deepened. “I never thought that an organic could be so… caring. They must be the exception.” 

Tarn saw the sadness clear on the minibot’s face. The way she held your hand tight and sat by your side. “If you want to keep this human… I’ll allow it. They seem to make you very happy.”

Nickel looked up at Tarn with awe, “Thank you, Tarn. Thank you.”

A few weeks later you were still bedridden on Nickel’s orders. “You need to stay in bed. I’m just going to step out for some supplies you need.” She gently patted your head. 

When you were certain that she was gone, you jumped out of bed. Just because you were injured didn’t mean you’d stay in bed. You needed to escape. While you did care for the DJD a little, they also kidnapped you from your friends and your home. 

You were careful as you made your ways through the halls, making sure to not be loud in the event one of the cons’ stayed on the ship. 

Soon, you made your way off to see that you were in a docking bay. This was clearly a Decepticon friendly planet, because there were no Autobot symbols to be seen. 

You began to quickly maneuver through the crowds of large robots, trying to avoid being stepped on. You opened a door that was closer to your size and grinned as you felt the warmth of a sun on your skin. The sun that you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

You ignored the pain in your arm as you jogged outside.  You just had to find a communication device to get a message to your friends. You saw a shop that was large compared to you, but not nearly as big as a Cybertronian shop. You quickly entered and looked around for a shop owner. 

An orange, human looking alien stood behind a counter. You ran up to them and asked to use their communication, and they agreed. You grabbed the comm, beginning to dial in Ultra Magnus’ number when a hand grabbed your arm. 

You froze in fear as your eyes followed the servo to its owner, to see Nickel standing there with a glare on her face. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

You tried to make up a lie on the spot, but could only get out stutters. Your eyes fluttered around the store when you got an idea. You looked behind her, and stuttered out “T-tarn?” 

 Nickel’s grip loosened on you and you darted away out of the store. 

Nickel was furious. She had trusted you alone, and this is what you do? She’ll make sure it never happens again. She commed the rest of the DJD immediately. “Tarn! They got away, somewhere near my position.” 

A verbal sigh came from the other end of the comm, “Alright, everyone. Find them but don’t hurt them- that’s up to Nickel later.” 

Now, the entire DJD was hunting for you on the small planet. You were trying to find another place with a comm, but no one else seemed to speak English. 

You were running to go to another store only a few feet in front of you when a pede slammed down on the ground in front of you. You looked up in fear to see Tarn’s crimson optics staring down at you. He glared at you as he snatched you up. “Nickel, I have them.”

As soon as you were back to the Peaceful Tyranny, Nickel dragged you back to the medbay. She forced you into a human-sized chair and used several layers of gauze to secure you there.

“Did you really think you would get away?” She scolded. “Now look at what you made me do. Your arm is probably worse off from that now- and it’s all your fault. I won’t punish you this time- but let me tell you something.” Nickel grabbed your chin with force and made you look at her. 

“If you ever run again, I will break your legs. You. Are. Mine.”

[tfheanddanons]

Вау! Я просто так рада вашим работам, спасибо большое! Могу ли я запросить жесткий хэдканон с яндере Тарном. Можно что-то типа ДПП внезапно напали на Лост Лайт за Мегатроном, а S/O просто выскакивает перед Тарном и кидает в него первую попавшуюся под руки вещь, тем самым привлекая его внимание. Вселенную думаю смысла указывать нет и так понятно, что МТМТЕ :D. Спасибо вам еще раз!

Яндере!Тарн/Человек

жанры: ангст(!), nsfw

ДПП не нападает внезапно. Для себя, как минимум. Они придерживаются чёткого плана всегда, независимо от ситуации и от того, кто будет их следующей жертвой. Список чёток и прост в следовании, а потому страшен для тех, кто там есть. И, как ни странно, на Потаённом Свете тоже есть такие.

Небольшая заминка во время операции приводит к тому, что ДПП в итоге, каким-то чудом, вышвыривают обратно на абордажный корабль. Потаённый Свет исчезает в пустоте космоса, оставив невидимый ионный след. 

Жаль, что отряд не заметил потери одного-единственного бойца.

SFW

С��ачала Тарн решает оставить тебя как потенциальную заложницу, а также напоминание себе и остальным о совершённой ошибке. Он держит тебя в небольшой кислородной камере у себя в отсеке, иногда разговаривает. Правда, по большей части это не диалоги, а монологи. Лидеру ДПП не так интересны собеседники, как необходимы верные слушатели.

Он не боится рассказывать тебе какие-то секреты или внутренние аспекты работы ДПП. При тебе проходят их стабильные “планёрки”, на которых досконально разбирается и анализируется поведение каждого бойца; при тебе составляются дальнейшие планы и вычёркиваются из списка все новые и новые имена. Исповедуется о собственной эффективности Тарн тоже тебе. Нет смысла волноваться о том, что ты, во-первых, сможешь всё запомнить, а во-вторых сможешь это кому-то рассказать. В конце концов, возвращать тебя на корабль автоботов уже никто не собирается, да и Каон со своим Питомцем беседует без страха, так почему Тарн должен чего-то опасаться?

Со временем отвращение к белковым сменяется на просто наплевательство, а после и на определённую любовь. Ну, в понимании Тарна это - любовь. 

Он не осведомлён о людях или людских традициях, поэтому воспринимает тебя скорее как разумное животное, нежели как полноценную личность. Еда, вода для питья и мытья, отдельное помещение, воздух... больше, в общем-то, и не надо.

Культура отношений у людей Тарну также незнакома. Он наблюдает за Каоном и за тем, как тот относится к Питомцу, а после пытается наложить это на тебя. Погладить, назвать хорошей и пойти дальше - привычный ежедневный ритуал.

Так как равной он тебя не считает, то и в отношении, которое он проявляет к своей нормальной команде, не видит необходимости. Глупое белковое. Сбежало - наказать, сделало что-то хорошо - ну и хорошо, едем дальше. 

Наказания для Тарна обладают особым символизмом. Если ты испортила ему встречу с кем-то, он запрёт тебя на несколько суток в темноте без еды и вод��. Не умеешь общаться - значит, и не будешь. Разозлила его чем-то? Обнаружишь в еде куски металла или жидкости технического назначения. И всё в таком духе.

Но если вдруг, когда-нибудь, тебе удастся показать себя как кого-то разумного, как кого-то, кто в состоянии анализировать происходящее и даже поддерживать диалог, его отношение сильно изменится. 

Еда повкуснее и пополезнее, спальное место теплее и комфортнее, способов досуга больше и они куда разнообразнее, чем просто редкие прогулки по столу в кабинете. Книги, кисти и краски, может, даже личный компьютер. С контролируемым потоком данных, но это уже что-то.

Тарн любит поговорить. И уши ему нужные самые лучшие. Если ты можешь говорить, то ты будешь с ним говорить. Часами, сутками, о том, о чём он захочет. И если ты вдруг будешь отказываться ему отвечать или будешь делать это недостаточно хорошо и содержательно, то за этим последует суровое наказание. Может, ты всё же животное? Нет? Тогда говори. Не можешь? Тогда обратно в клетку. 

Ему требуется достаточно много времени на то, чтобы понять, что люди имеют достаточно ограниченный заряд батареи, из-за чего ты физически не в состоянии поддерживать слишком долгие диалоги. До такого понятия как социальная батарейка он вряд ли доберётся в обозримом будущем, поэтому лучше, конечно, стало, но не особо.

Любовь у Тарна тупая и однобокая. Он искренне не понимает, почему ты не рада подаркам в виде неподходящей одежды, странной еды из насекомых или технологическим апгрейдам в теле. Почему ты злишься, плачешь, почему ты так реагируешь? 

Объяснить ему что-то достаточно легко, на самом деле, если он хочет понять предмет объяснения. А он и не особо хочет. Тарн уверен, что то, что для тебя лучше, он понимает лучше тебя. Успокойся, животное, некуда бежать, хватит истерить.

Может, спустя долгие месяцы ссор, истерик, слёз, наказаний, попыток побега и просто пряток по кораблю на несколько суток, до него дойдут некоторые вещи. Например, что иногда ты не хочешь с ним говорить. Или что лишать тебя чего-то базового, вроде воды, опасно,  а не действенно в качестве наказания. 

В таком случае Тарн будет чувствовать себя настоящим рыцарем. Он делает так много для тебя, для жалкого человека, ты должна быть ему благодарна. Он хочет, чтобы ты была ему благодарна. Он хочет, чтобы ты смотрела на него так же, как он смотрит на Мегатрона - с бесконечной любовью в глазах и осознанием того, что по одному его желанию ты готова сделать всё, даже умереть, если это его обрадует.

Одним словом он хочет максимум отдачи. Он хочет разыграть театр из рыцаря на белом коне в его лице и принцессы в твоём, которую он доблестно спас и которой подарил всё, что той было нужно. И он заставит тебя поверить в то, что эта бесконечно долгая сценка - твоя реальность, что ты не в плену дракона, а в замке, что тебе хорошо здесь.

NSWF

К теме о лицах. Он иногда снимает при тебе маску. В исключительные моменты. В моменты, когда ему хочется от тебя чего-то большего, чем разговоров. В моменты, когда ему хочется до тебя дотронуться. 

Он ловко вертит в своей голове понятиями “личность” и “животное”. Когда ему надо - ты полноценный член команды и требования к тебе соответствующие, к тебе относятся как к настоящему кибертронцу, с уважением и пониманием. А когда не надо - ты животное, питомец, приятное дополнение к команде и развлечение на вечер. 

Он физически не может заставить тебя сделать что-то серьёзное вроде полноценного коннекта или связи Искр. Но ты вполне подходишь в качестве приятного дополнения к тому, что он может сделать с собой сам. Он в этом плане достаточно самостоятелен, ему может быть достаточно даже взгляда или просто присутствия рядом.

Но иногда он может пытаться всё же сделать что-то с твоим непосредственным участием. Конечно, ты будешь знать, что это скоро случится, потому что перед этим последует череда вопросов соответствующего содержания. Что с людьми делать можно, что нельзя, что опасно, что не очень, как это вообще работает и всё такое.

Один из его любимых способов доставить удовольствие, как ему кажется, вам обоим - держать полураздетую тебя в одной руке, поднося тебя к обнажённому лицу без маски, вдыхая твой, такой странный и непривычный, даже в какой-то степени неправильный, но исключительно человеческий запах, а второй сжимать скрутку. Быть может, в теории, горячее дыхание вперемешку с чуть пощипывающим кожу конденсатом могло бы доставить мало-мальское удовольствие, но на деле это просто мерзко. Ты словно кукла, игрушка для того, чтобы снять лишний стресс. 

Спустя ещё какое-то время он понимает, что, по ��акту, ты от этого процесса ничего, кроме отвращения и боли, не получаешь, и решает попробовать другие способы. Успехом ни одна из попыток не заканчивается, своей цели сделать тебе хорошо он не добивается и в итоге бросает это дело.

[michaela-o]

Hi hello everyone :D🧡

So a while back i made a post about Cybertronians witnessing humans being feral when in fight or flight response or how humans act when we are on adrenaline in general because i really like this idea. But hear me out- :D

Protective, scared and angry human = very scary human

We all have this natural need and drive inside us to protect. Wether it's the person we love, family or friends. I myself am very protective when it comes to anyone i love. I would throw myself in front of a bear if i had to. Or i would fight anything and anyone if i had to protect the people i love.

Now imagine if the human was the size as an average cybertronian: (slight warning for blood at the end)

The Lost Light got under attack by the infamous DJD and everything goes to shit so quickly no one has time to react as the deadly members tear through the ship and with Tarn having one goal in mind and that was to find Megatron. His optics burning with lust for killing him. Eventually he finds him and they both fight together. The human is watching this from the security office locked in with other members of the Lost Light. They all watch in horror and worry as they both fight. But Tarn doesn't play fair. As Megatron gets knocked by him the other bots notice as the human's breath quickens, their frame is shaking a bit and their teeth are tightly gritted together. Their protective drive has woken up.

Enough is enough..

You know what Megatron did..but no one has the right to take away someone else's life..especially someone like Tarn...Megatron was almost like the father the human claimed to never have..

As the human turns swiftly to unlock the door the other bots try to stop them but the human is determined and full of anger and adrenaline as they push past the bots who are taken aback. The bots are not fast enough as the human is already sprinting towards the scene where everything was happening. So many thoughts and emotions ran through them as they sprinted..anger, fear (you know because it's still fucking Tarn)

But no they aren't backing away now.

As they round a corner they barely make it in time because Tarn was already aiming his canon at Megatron.

The human suddenly jumps in front of Tarn and they srunch their nose and bare their teeth at him, their arms spread over Megatron. Tarn stares in disbelief and then he chuckles. You may be the size of a cybertronian but you're still a fragile dumb human.

"If you want him..you're gonna have to go through me first.."

As the human growled no one wanted and couldn't believe what they were seeing and hearing back at the security room on the cameras. Thats it the human has gotten crazy. NO ONE would do a thing like this. It's like you were asking to be killed. It's the DJD.. Even Megatron's expression almost changed to bewildered and wide eyed.

Of course the human got a good beating from Tarn but there was just something in them. This weird wild look in their eyes as blood dripped down their forehead into their eye and down their chin. Scratched and battered with at least 4 broken ribs they still stood with determination. Tarn was enjoying this but it was getting frustrating and on his nerves. Tarn is deadly and strong but the human was agile and quick. As Tarn was about to finish Megatron once again (because he thought the human was finished) they once again threw themeselves in front of him with this crazy look in their eyes and the next words rang out in everybody's ears.

"Over, my, dead body..."

The human was shaking, growling and huffing slowly loosing their strenght but reinforcements were quickly arriving and the DJD was in disadvantage so they had to fall back but of course Tarn would be back and would take the human with him the next time.

And this is how i think bots view this :3

From the cybertronian perspective:

The bots, often more concerned with survival and the war’s toll on their world i think would most likely react with shock. Tarn is a fanatic Decepticon who enforces ideology without mercy, would represent the last person they’d expect a human to stand against. They might interpret the human's bravery as foolhardy or even reckless, given Tarn’s terrifying reputation, but they may also see it as a powerful symbol that courage and conviction can transcend size and power.

From Tarn's Perspective:

I think Tarn, who worships Megatron’s original vision and detests any deviation from it, would be utterly incensed. The idea of a human—whom he views as nothing more than an insect—intervening to protect Megatron would enrage him. He’d view it as an ultimate insult to Megatron's legacy and to the Decepticon cause, likely intensifying his resolve to destroy them both to "cleanse" this offense.

Aaaa i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing :3🧡 here i also drew a picture of the human so you could imagine the whole scenario better :3

[yanderes-galore]

can i request the yandere alphabet with tf idw tarn please?

Sure! I am not done with the comic yet so if I get his character wrong I apologize! I think I know enough so... enjoy :) I'll take feedback, too. I just struggled with trying to write him right I guess?

Yandere Alphabet - MTMTE! Tarn

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Murder, Manipulation, Threats, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Torture, Blood/Energon mention, Slight sadism, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Possible OOC Tarn.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Tarn is a difficult case. He's Decepticon Zealot if that's what you can call it. He's a fan of Megatron's message, he adores torture to classical music, and feels his actions justified.

Tarn is a murderous sociopath who would most likely get along with a Decepticon darling more than a human or Autobot.

Tarn isn't the most affection Cybertronian out there. Although, if his darling is part of the D.J.D, or at least a loyal Decepticon, then he would show a great deal of respect for you. Romance is not typically in his mind most of the time... but you always manage to infect his thoughts.

I'd say Tarn is an intense yandere even if he is a bit passive with affection. Tarn would show his love through respect and trust more than anything physical. Respect and trust are what create his obsession as it shows a bond between you.

While he prefers to be less hands on, he certainly doesn't mind private close contact with the one he feels is most loyal to him.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. Tarn doesn't flinch at spilling Energon. Autobot, Decepticon, if he feels they need to go... he'll get rid of them.

He'll do it in a very grotesque way, too. He'll torture them with the D.J.D. He may even make you watch if he feels you deserve it.

Tarn being covered in Energon isn't very new. He's grown used to the feeling and doesn't necessarily gain joy from it. It's more like work for him, all done to classical Cybertronian music.

He won't deny the fact doing it for you makes him feel... pleasurable, however.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He wouldn't feel the need to mock you unless you disobeyed your loyalties to the D.J.D and the Decepticons.

Tarn would try to treat you with some sort of respect if he had to abduct you. Abduction would be more common with an Autobot or human darling as he knows you'd be less willing. If he had to abduct a Decepticon darling, then it's because he feels you've "defected".

He'd try to treat you... decently unless you've done something wrong. If you've done something to be targeted by him for, you have worse things to worry about.

If he has to make you submit by more distasteful methods, then so be it.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

If you listen and are obedient to him and his cause, no.

If you try to avoid him and defect, yes... yes he will.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Hard to see Tarn as very vulnerable. If the rest of the D.J.D are around then he isn't going to be too open about you.

In private I can see him being more open. Sorta. You do mean a lot to him but he struggles to show it.

Although, if he was going to lose you to someone, Tarn would do everything in his power to prevent it. Including covering the walls in sickly pink Energon.

He cares for you in his own way.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He challenges you to continue before swiftly correcting your behavior. What a nice fighting fire you have, yet you can't fight your leader and lover.

How upsetting... he can fix this with a bit of motivation.

Have any favorite classical pieces, dear?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and no. Tarn is very serious with his adoration and affections towards you. There's no time to fool around like that.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Like with Pharma, where do I start?

Seeing him kill others, your first punishment, running from him, his classical music...

It's hard to pick just one really when it comes to Tarn. You've seen what he can do, right?

He cares for you... yet you may not be spared if you falter.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants you as his partner, his most loyal partner who works with him in the D.J.D. It's a goal he is ready to see through no matter what it takes. Then you two can think about being more affectionate once that bond is situated.

It's a goal you will soon begin to dread in the end.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Tarn seems like he'd be possessive. He'd cope, maybe venting his frustration on the next poor Decepticon or Autobot he came across.

He also seems like the type to cover you in the Decepticon sigil. It marks you as his and reminds you of your purpose.

You can't escape your purpose.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He seems like he'd go on long winded rants towards you and his feelings about you at times. He displays some physical affection in public but it's mostly in private. He's loyal and worships Megatron, yet in private he displays some of that behavior towards you.

He may not be the best with affection yet he does shows some sort of "ownership" over his darling by marking with the mark of Decepticons. He likes the idea of having you as his beck and call, completely loyal to him and the words of Megatron.

He shows a slightly different side of himself compared to others. He's softer, obsessive, and a bit of the worshipping type. Although it's very tame.

For the most part.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

It's slow. Tarn wants to build a bond between you before anything. If he cultivates your loyalty, he can do anything with you.

He meticulously plans things out, saying just the right words to make you listen. He keeps most of his obsession hidden already. Slowly, he lures you in (by force, most likely), right before trapping you in his control.

He is not a Decepticon you want to be involved with.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

In private he's softer and more affectionate with you. Other than that and the possessive nature he sometimes displays, no not really.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

It most certainly deals with classical music and torture. If you're lucky he may just kill you. Although... he could never do that. He "loves" you too much for that.

Tarn would stick by you the entire time while he has a D.J.D member help him out with correcting you. There's some comfort during it but not a lot.

By the end of it he hopes to have you loyal to him. Don't look so scared... it was for your own good. He won't have to put you through that again if you just listen like the good con/bot/human you are.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not a lot if you obey him. Most of them if you try to leave him.

You're with D.J.D now....

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be patient with you. It will falter at times but Tarn seems like he'd be patient with some things.

He loves you. A strong bond between you requires trust, which needs patience. You'll come around one way or another.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Probably. If you died he may mourn internally and in private. Maybe even keep a memento. If you escaped, he'd never stop searching for you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope and maybe. Again, you'd have to be a Decepticon and also be loyal for him to "let you go".

You're still his no matter what.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Hard to say for sure. He may have a tendency to be obsessive over things and that's just how he is?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Part of him thrives off it, part of him wants to help you recover. I'm a bit on edge on this as he may tease or chastise you about it more than comfort you.

Tarn would most likely leave you alone if anything but would still keep a close eye on you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not super affectionate and can be aggressive.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Loyalty. A key part in Tarn's obsession is trusting you. Get to the point you're his trusted second in command and you'll have much more freedom.

But you'll never get rid of him fully without dying.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

If he has to he will, yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Certainly not as much as Megatron but Tarn respects and adores you in a similar capacity.

His affections are usually always in private and can range from long talks to physical affection. He'd kill thousands to keep you beside him and cherishes you close to his spark.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time. I like to think Tarn can be patient with his obsession for the most part. He'll plan out everything in the process.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If you're loyal, it's not needed.

If you defect from him, yes.

[petitelepus]

ESCAPE FROM YANDERES COMMISSION

Alright, in these stories Reader-chan tries to escape from their Yandere match but fails. These stories were commissioned by ONE AND ONLY @biggesttfsimp!

She was so kind and patient with me, I’m sorry it took so long and I hope you and everyone enjoy the short stories I wrote!

Also, last one, Tarn one has some violence so if you aren’t okay with that, DON’T READ.

ONE WAY OR ANOTHER

You knew you had to escape one way or another. While Starscream didn't necessarily treat you badly, it was obvious that he did not hold you two as equals like it should be in a healthy relationship should be done.

He did bring you food, take care of you, and compliment you, but he expected you to compliment him much harder and sometimes he just bragged to anyone willing to listen about how he was doing you a favor.

How kind he was, taking care of a simple human like you and saving you from certain death once Decepticons would take Earth over. Never once did he ask how you truly felt.

Starscream is away, scheming how to take over Megatron's position as the leader of the Decepticons or doing God knows what. Perfect time to attempt an escape.

You sneak out of Starscream's habsuite and make your way down the halls of Nemesis. If any sci-fi movies were to be believed then there should be some kind of escape pod or something like that.

Sadly, your legs weren't in good shape and you hadn't been venturing long before your legs started to hurt too much for standing to be bearable anymore.

You move to take support from the cold walls, but your legs give out and you go down with a defeated grunt.

Okay, maybe you could take a short break before you continue. Nemesis was a huge ship even for a Cybertronian so imagine how huge it was for a small human like you.

"My, what do we have here?"

Aah, shit. You looked up and saw Knock Out looking down on you. The cherry-red mech chuckled at the sight of you as he leaned down and carefully picked you up.

"I should scold Starscream for letting his human pet wander around the ship on their own."

"Please..." You whimpered sadly, "Can you let me go?"

"As much as I would love to mess with his royal pain in aft, I doubt Starscream would be happy if I let his pet just leave-!"

"What exactly I wouldn't like?"

Talk about the devil and he appears. Knock Out turned to look at Starscream who had his arms crossed and was tapping his leg on the ground.

"Well?"

"Oh, nothing!" Knock Out chuckled as he shrugged, "Your human just looked miserable and I thought she would benefit more from clear air."

"Don't tell me how to treat my human! Who do you think you are talking to?!" Starscream snapped as he reached to take you with force from the Decepticon medic, but the red mech didn't let him take you back like that.

"Pardon me, your Highness." Knock Out rolled his optics and didn't even try to hide it as he gently handed you back to Starscream. "If I were you I'd treat my partner better."

"I think I know what my human needs!" The sleek Con hissed before turning and leaving. You cursed by yourself, your escape attempt ruined for good.

Once back in Starscream's habsuite and your prison, he set you on your own bed and you made yourself comfortable as you looked at him. "So... Where were you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He grunted as he barely even looked at you and you rolled your eyes, "That's why I'm asking."

"It's really none of your business."

"I see." You huffed, "Fine, stay that way. I didn't want to speak either way."

"Then why would you ask!?"

"I was being thoughtful. You could try it sometimes." You snapped as you made yourself comfortable on your bed and turned your back to Starscream.

The Decepticon grumbled and hissed under his breath and you tried your hardest to ignore him as you were tired and your body wanted you to give it a break and rest.

"I'm... Trying my best." Starscream finally said, "Once I rule the Decepticons, you will get everything you desire. Mark my words!"

You knew his words were worth nothing. He was manipulative and most of all a liar. No doubt he lied even to himself, but you wouldn't believe anything he would say. The day you started to believe him, would be the day you would start lying to yourself.

PLANE TICKET

You loved Autobots and the kids, they were all good people and so accepting of you. All expect Ratchet. He wasn’t a Bot you thought he was. While he was kind in his own cranky way, you could tell that deeper in there was a darkness that was too much for you to handle.

‘I need some time alone so I’m leaving town for a while. Please understand.’ You had left them a message so they wouldn’t worry about your sudden disappearance.

With your luggage packed, you were on your way to the airport just outside the town when suddenly out of nowhere, something crashed with the taxi you were in.

It all happened so fast. Just a second ago you were chatting with the taxi driver and next your ears were ringing and you could smell gasoline leaking from the car.

You could feel something dribble down your face and you realized it was blood.  You must have hit your head. You started to see black spots in the corner or your vision and you realized that you were losing consciousness.

No matter how much you tried to keep yourself from fainting, you were fighting a fight you were bound to lose. Just as you blacked out, you could hear sirens ringing...

Slowly, you started to gain your consciousness back and you blinked, your vision still a little hazy. You felt that you were in a bed, but everything looked too dim for you to figure out where you were at. It certainly didn’t look like a hospital.

You rubbed your eyes as you slowly sat up and looked around and saw that you were in a dungeon of some sort.

“What the...?” You groaned as you touched your forehead and notices that your head had been bandaged. So you had gotten medical attention.

“Where am I?”

“In your new home.”

You yelped as you turned as saw Ratchet sitting in the corner of the dark room.

“Ratchet?” You groaned and rubbed your eyes, “Where am I? What is this place?”

“This is my private room.” The Autobot medic replied, “No one knows about this place except me.”

“Why am I here?” You asked and the Bot frowned, “You tried to leave.”

“What?”

“You tried to leave me!” He snapped, making you flinch and he continued, “You can try and deny it, but I know you wanted to leave me!”

“Ratchet, please, you’re scaring me!”

“You might as well get comfortable,” Ratchet said as he stood up, “Because you aren’t leaving this place.”

“What?” You blinked and watched the Autobot take his leave.

“Ratchet!” You cried out as you threw your legs over the bed’s edge and tried to stand up, but your legs wouldn’t hold your weight and you collapsed on the rough ground.

“Shit...!” You groaned as you tried to crawl but you felt something tug your ankle and you looked to see a chain snapped around your ankle and connected to the bed.

“Shit!” You cursed as you turned to look at your captor.

“You can’t do this Rachet!” You shouted, “People are going to wonder where I am!”

“Please! Everybody thinks you’re out of town!” Ratchet shouted, “No one is going to come looking for you!”

“No...!” You whimpered as you tried to push yourself on your feet, but they wouldn’t hold.

“You said you needed time alone?” Ratchet asked as he turned the lights off, “Let’s see how you like it.”

And just like that, he closed the door and left you in complete darkness. It would be only manner of days before loneliness and isolation would get you and after that, you would cling to Ratchet as if your life depended on him... Exactly like he wanted you to.

FOREST ESCAPE

Blitzwing had been careless. With SpaceBridge being built he had his hands full with getting, cough stealing cough, parts and materials for the Decepticons’ huge project.

He would each night come to you and enjoy your company, telling you how his day went and how their project was doing. He would get very little recharge and that took a toll on him.

As you said, Blitzwing had been careless and he had left the door of your prison ajar.

You knew you wouldn’t get another chance like this so you had to try your hardest to escape and maybe even find help. For your and Professor Sumdac’s sake.

Finding the right tunnel that would take you outside was hard. You had to rely on the cave’s walls, taking support from them as you wandered. Your time was limited and despite being tired, you knew you had to push forward.

So when you heard the sound of rain and saw light at the end of the tunnel, you felt hope spark in your chest. You made it out.

It was raining heavily and you could hear thunder roaring in the distance, but you made it outside. You couldn’t remember the last time you breathed fresh air or felt raindrops hit your skin.

It was a small victory that turned into a hindrance as you ventured into the woods. The trees did very little to shield you from brutal rain and you could feel yourself grow weaker with each step you took.

You tried to take support from the trees, but you were already feeling fatigued. Your legs hurt and they could barely hold you up...

Suddenly you slipped on wet grass and you went down and hit the ground hard. You groaned as you tried to push yourself up, but you had used too much of your powers to escape the Decepticon base.

You were shivering in cold, rain soaking you and making your wet clothes stick against your body.

With each passing second, you could feel yourself grow weaker and you started to lose consciousness. Finally, you felt your body give up and you slipped into darkness...

You were sure that was it but then you felt warmth engulf you.

Slowly, you started to wake up. Your eyelids felt heavy and you could barely keep your eyes open, but with each passing moment, you started to regain your strength.

You tried to move your hands and legs, but you felt resistance. You looked down and saw that you were wrapped in a heating blanket. Someone had found you and saved you.

You looked around and you felt your heart drop. You were back, back in the caves, back in the Decepticon base, back in your prison.

“Jou’re awake.”

You flinched and looked to the side to see Blitzwing looking at you. Icy sighed, “Jou tried to leave, didn’t you?”

You didn’t dare to speak. You didn’t trust your voice.

Blitzwing’s face shifted and Hothead scowled at you, “WHAT WERE JOU THINKING?! JOU COULD HAVE DIED!”

“I’m sorry...” You said with the tiniest and weakest voice there was and it was almost heartbreaking by how weak you were.

“BE THANKFUL THAT I FOUND JOU!”

“I am...” You nodded, “Thank you...”

Hothead huffed, but then Random took over, “Oh, jou are too cute to be mad at!”

Blitzwing reached for your prison’s door and opened it enough to let his hand in. You flinched, thinking he was going to pick you up, but instead, he put a steaming hot cup of cup noodles next to your bed.

His face turned and Icy looked at you, “Eat. Jou need food to get better.”

You nodded and Blitzwing pulled his hand back and he made sure to shut your prison’s door all the way and locked it before he stood and left.

You frowned as you reached for the cup of noodles and took the small fork that came with the cup and started eating. You don’t remember noodles ever tasting as good as they tasted at that moment.

Escape was out of your mind for the moment. You were so sore and tired, you would now focus on getting better before you would start plotting your next escape attempt.

ALIEN ESCAPE

"What a beautiful place." You hummed happily as you looked around yourself. The marketplace you were in was filled with life and alien races, all sentient and willing to part with their interesting goods for the right currency and amount of it.

Vos who pushed your wheelchair behind you hissed and grumbled as he proceeded to glare at everything that moved. He had been put on babysitting duty and he had made it clear he didn't like it one bit.

The sniper would rather be hunting a traitor with the rest of the Decepticon Justice Division, but instead, Tarn had ordered Vos to take you out shopping in this gorgeous alien marketplace. You were running low on organic food and you could use some new clothes.

'Only best for my fair maiden.' Tarn had said as he handed some credits to Vos.

You and Vos didn't share the same language and while he understood you perfectly you couldn't understand him at all. Maybe he used this as his chance to badmouth you as much as he wanted and you wouldn't be any wiser. Or so you thought, but you couldn't tell for sure.

"Oh Vos, can we stop here? They have such beautiful gemstones here?" You asked and the Decepticon hissed as he pushed your chair in front of the stall that was being held by this alien who looked a lot like a humanoid snail. You looked at all the jars filled with precious gemstones that could make you a rich woman back on Earth.

"I see you have a great eye for fine treats!" The salesman laughed and you smiled, "Yes, they are very beautiful!"

"Yes, these blood rubies for example taste incredible!"

"Ah...!" You blinked in surprise. Did you just hear right?

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, these beauties are delicious candies back on my planet! Little ones love making candy necklaces with them!"

"I see." You nodded and you turned to address Vos, but when you looked you saw he was gone.

You blinked, confused by his sudden disappearance. You looked around but couldn't see the Cybertronian. You excused yourself and started to carefully move don't the street by yourself. When bound to a wheelchair your movements were extremely limited.

Suddenly you felt someone grab your wheelchair's handles and you smiled, thinking it was Vos, but when you turned to look you saw this alien man with only one huge eye on his face, holding the handles of your seat.

"Who-?" You were about to ask when the man suddenly shushed you and started to push you forward. Panicking, you were about to scream for Vos, but the man shushed you again.

"Quiet! You are one of us, right?" He hissed as he looked around in paranoia. You blinked, confused beyond your mind. "What?"

"Cattle, an organic pet for those hideous living machines!"

Ah, you wouldn't necessarily call all Cybertronians hideous... But he wasn't completely wrong.

For the first time in ages, you let your smile drop.

"You don't know who you are dealing with...!" You hissed in fear, fully knowing what the DJD was capable of but the alien shook his head, "Doesn't matter, I'm getting you to safety!"

You frowned but didn't fight against him as he pushed your wheelchair in hurry. Soon you left the marketplace and you saw that you were being brought to what looked and smelled a lot like slums. The one-eyed man looked around before knocking on some door and he shared an alien language with the person on another side of the door.

Finally, the door opened and you were pushed inside. Another organic came, this one a woman who looked a lot like a human but she had cat's ears and tail.

"Xelon, what the fuck were you thinking, bringing her here!?"

"She is like us! An organic!" The one-eyed man Xelon shouted. Hearing this, the cat woman relaxed immediately and turned to look at you. "You poor thing...! Having to live with those creatures!"

You blinked and before you knew what happened, this lady hugged you. "Do not fear, for your time with those hideous machines is over."

"No, you don't understand...!" You hissed as you looked around in fear. "They will find me, Tarn will find me, and then-!"

"Trust us, you aren't the first one we have released from the claws of the machines." The woman smiled, but you knew better than them.

"We can have you sent back to your home planet in a manner of hours!" Xelon smiled and you blinked in shock, "What?"

"What are you, a Gigilan or Human?" Cat woman guessed, "Our spaceship should arrive in a few hours. It can take you back to your own people!"

"But I..." You swallowed nervously. This couldn't have been this easy, there was no way...! While you worried, Xelon brought you a cup of some steaming hot liquid.

"Please, drink some tea. It should calm you down a little..."

You accepted the cup of tea and took a small sip. It was absolutely delicious. Feeling yourself relax a little, you started talking with Xelon and the cat woman called MinMin. Apparently, they used to be slaves or pets to Cybertronians and now they dedicated their lives to saving others like them. Others like you.

An hour maybe passed and you were having a time of your life, laughing and chatting with Xelon and MinMin. The two of them were funny and they could somewhat relate to your life as Tarn's beloved... But not fully.

While they might have been simple pets, Tarn was completely sure that you were his beloved. You didn't dare to say that to them and instead you drank more tea. Soon you would be back on Earth, back in your home and-!

"So this is where you were taken?"

You heard him and acted without realizing it, shielding yourself as the wall to the small slum house was torn apart from the rest of the building. It was Tarn, he had found you.

"T- Tarn!" You cried out and the purple Decepticon looked at you.

"Cover your ears and close your eyes, my beloved. You don't want to know what happens next."

No, you didn't want to know.

You clenched your eyes shut and covered your ears with your hands just in time when the screaming started. Despite trying to block the sounds, you could still hear Xelon and MinMin screaming as Tarn tortured them. You could smell the rich iron in the air and you could tell it was blood. The smell was so strong it almost made you sick.

Part of you was hopeful and you wished that he killed them without bringing them any more unnecessary pain...

But this was Tarn we were talking about. He enjoyed every crack of bone or every single scream of agony and knowing him, he would prolong the act of... No, it couldn't be called mercy. Not when Tarn was killing.

Finally, the screaming stopped, but you didn't dare to open your eyes. You didn't want to see what happened to these nice aliens who only wanted to help you out and return you back to your home.

You felt Tarn's hands as he picked you up and held you against his chest as he carried you out of the slums... Still, you didn't dare to open your eyes until you couldn't smell the blood anymore.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw that you were back at the Peaceful Tyranny. Back in your room or rather prison. Tarn gently set you on your bed, minding your useless legs and you sighed, "Tarn..."

"My fair little Maiden..." Tarn crooned as he gently rubbed your cheek with his servo. "You are safe now."

Ah, yes, safe. Of course, you could do nothing wrong in Tarn's eyes. No matter how bad the situation might have looked, Tarn wouldn't get mad at you. He would blame anything else but you. In his crimson optics, you were his perfect Maiden.

"Tarn..." You sighed before putting on the smile you always had when around him. "I'm happy to see you."

"As am I to see you again." You could tell he was smiling behind that Decepticon mask of his. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm going to make sure that Vos gets a warning and is reprimanded for his carelessness."

"It's alright Tarn." You smiled even if it hurt. "I'm here with you so everything is alright again."

"Yes..." Tarn nodded, buying every word you said, "You're here with me...."

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You're so cute when your struggling? With Overlord or Tarn please? 💕

This probably isn’t exactly what you wanted, but I hope you can still enjoy it

Overlord and Tarn

Coming back online after being knocked unconscious was never a pleasant experience. There was no telling what kind of situation you would find yourself in, nor what state your body would be in. Best case scenario: you wake up in the care of your allies. Unlikely, given that you were alone. After that, being where you were when you passed out was the most realistic good option. That wasn’t the case though. Instead of the desolate, battle worn building you had been scouting, you now appeared to be in a clean room. Possibly on a ship. 

You could feel someone tinkering with your head. Perhaps, this was the best option after all. Maybe one of your friends had rescued you, and had just taken you somewhere you didn’t recognize! Or maybe your processor was damaged. Could be, you think you can remember the structure crumbling down onto you.

Not wanting to wait for the answers to come naturally, you try to move your head to see who’s helping you. A bad decision, it turns out. Moving when someone is tampering with the inner workings of your mind is not a pleasant experience. The pain is instant. As is the yelling of whoever was back there.

“Nah-ah-ah, no moving! What is wrong with you? You feel someone trying to fix you and you just thrash about???” You barely moved your neck, but you decided to keep that to yourself. The mystery bot finally revealed themselves, sharply leaning over your head to look you in the optics. A green minicon was now giving you a dirty look.

“Uh... sorry?” You’re not sure what she wants, but you feel an apology is your safest option.

She sighs, going back to whatever it was she had been working on, “I suppose this is what I get for not strapping your head down too, but it kept getting in the way. Just hold still, would you?” Too? You experimentally tried to move an arm, only to find it locked in place. It makes sense, she can’t have you rolling off the table while she’s got your head opened up, now can she? Who knows what would come flying out if that happened.

It’s not long before two sets of footsteps approach the room you’re in, but that’s not what really catches your attention. It’s the arguing that does. 

“Why are you still here? I did not invite you onboard, nor do you have any reason to stay.” He huffed in annoyance, “Just leave, this is most unnecessary.”

“My, my, someone’s in a sour mood today. Did you burn through your last t-cog already?” Another voice chimed in, this one not nearly as deep as the first.

You heard the minicon mumble something about them being a bunch of sparkling just before they entered. The door was to your side, so you could kinda see what was going on through your peripherals. The purple mech held out his arm to block the bigger blue one, trying to close the door on him before he could come in. Didn’t work, he just forced his way in. The purple mech being no match for him in terms of strength, apparently. 

“You do not need to be in here!” The purple one hissed. “It’s because of your brutish ways that they’re even in this state. You had no reason to topple over that building other than simply wanting to.”

“I’ll admit it was unnecessary, and I wanted to apologize to them.” His voice was dripping in mock concern, even you could tell he was full of scrap and you didn’t even know who it was.

The other guy didn’t believe him either, if the bark of laughter was anything to go off of, “Oh, that is priceless! Overlord apologizing. I didn’t realize you were abandoning the cause to become a comedian.”

Your spark faltered. No. There’s no way you heard that right. Nuh-uh, no way, he did not just say that name. You still couldn’t see their faces due to how you were positioned. 

“Speaking of odd behavior,” hopefully-not-really-Overlord’s voice was tight, but still retained an air of condescension to it, “you’re awfully concerned about them, Tarn.” Oh Primus dammit. “Taking the time to patch them up when you should be hunting down your next target, that never happens.”

Your increasing panic successfully tuned out whatever else they were saying. This is it, this is how you die. No doubt you’re being kept here so he can kill you later. You hadn’t exactly been a model Decepticon in recent millenia you’ll admit, but it’s not your fault the movement took a turn for the murderous unexpectedly! Plus all your friends were in it, and you didn’t want them to judge you, so you just kinda stuck around... passively... hiding from any and all conflict. Primus you were going to die here. 

The sound and feeling of your head being snapped back together pulled you out of your dread. It caught their attention as well.

“Are they well, Nickel? This brute didn’t cause any permanent damage did he?” Tarn asked, sounding bizarrely invested in your well being. A psychological torture tactic, probably. Make you feel like you’re in the clear, only to rip you apart later. 

“Yes, yes, they’re fine,” Nickel waved him off dismissively as she lowered herself to the ground. “They’ve also been conscious for all of your bickering.” With that, she took her leave, not even bothering to undo the restraints. No need to untie someone that’s about to die, you grimly accept.

Now that you’re able to move you head freely again, you slowly look up to see the towering figures of two of the most feared Decepticons. Their red eyes cut right through you. A small, naive part of you that thought you still had a chance urged you to do something, anything. You wiggle helplessly in your restraints, hoping that maybe they’ll be somewhat weakened from the previous victims. You have no idea what you would do if they did snap, but you’ll cross that bridge if you ever get to it.

Overlord smiled at you, an experience you never wanted to have, “You're so cute when your struggling.”

W h a t ?

This made everyone freeze, Tarn looking at Overlord with pure disdain, while you looked to Primus for answers you’re not even sure you wanted.

Tarn seemed beside himself at the statement, “What is wrong with you? You crush them under a toppled building, and now you’re flirting with them?” He placed a servo on your shoulder, an action probably intended to sooth, but all it did was make you shudder.

“Please, don’t act like you weren’t thinking the same thing, I saw the way you were eyeing them when we got here. At least I’m actually taking the initiative.” Overlord snickered at the strangled noise that came out of Tarn at this accusation. 

“Do not put words in my mouth! I would never say something so- so crude! If I was trying to charm them, I would say something much more eloquent,” Tarn was desperately trying to regain some sense of dignity after Overlord’s comment.

They continued going back and forth, critiquing each other’s “courting methods”. Not that you were paying attention anymore. You were just hoping they’d hurry up and kill you, anything was better than whatever the frag this was.

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@hotdogharvester‘s Brilliant Yandere deconstruction fic hits me in the sternum yet again without mercy with the latest chapter.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21036149/chapters/50902888 

[unknowngaytoaster]

Request:

Could I request yandere DJD with a human darling please?

Happy to get my first request :D

Here it is hope you enjoy

You were a part of the Lost Light before the ship got attacked by the DJD and now you have ended up with the situation that you are now in

- As their little human pet of sorts

- At first it was Kaon, from what you can tell, with him having the pet you assumed he wanted more than just that. Then it was Tesarus, Vos and finally Helex.

- You in all honesty have no clue how you got the whole entire unit of the DJD to fall for you, you just remember the day when they finally took you away from your home.

- You hated it, they all tried to equally spend time with you but of course with their ‘issues’ it didn’t last.

- Kaon and Tarn were too delusional to see the fact that this was wrong or at least in Tarn’s case he just ignored the fact that it was wrong because they were the DJD everything they were doing was wrong.

-Helex and Tesarus seemed to know that them being obsessed with a human should have been disgusting but they didn’t seem how they were.

-Vos, or the other hand loved you to bits, in his own sadistic way. Speaking to you in his own language in a teasing way and then physically harming you out of boredom. Sometimes he would treat you fine cuddling up with you, and giving you sweet affections.

-They couldn’t get along together for the life of them some were okay with others, and some resented each other.others

-But god forbid you try to escape, its the only time they can agree on something and its that you screwed up big time.

-No matter if you want to or not, you won’t be to escape the DJD.