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yanderes-galore · 9 months

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If it's okay can I request Transformers Prime Megatron with your prompts 2, 11, and 44 with a human reader?

Of course! @okchijt and I came up with the plot for this one so hopefully it came out great after I fleshed things out :) This takes place a little after you're first abducted by Megatron.

Yandere! TFP! Megatron Prompts 2, 11, 44

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

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!"

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Cybertronian/Human pairing, Obsession, Torture mentioned, Threats, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Slight OOC Megatron, Forced relationship.

The fact humans were capable of such resolve both intrigued yet infuriated Megatron. How long had it been for you? Weeks? Months? It didn't really matter to him.

All he knows is for such a small thing you're resilient. Starscream has been sent to your cell on The Nemesis for a long time now. Despite the pain inflicted on your fleshy body, you refuse to talk or give up any info on the Autobots.

Starscream yet again kept disappointing Megatron. To think he's unable to make such a human talk is inconceivable. You're human, you should be cracking by now.

It's almost impressive really, even if it's pointless. Compared to most humans you never know when to quit. It's a trait that shows loyalty... to the wrong cause.

Despite your annoying stubborn behavior, Megatron found himself intrigued by you. Your traits frustrate him yet draw him in. He wants to know what makes you tick.

He oversees your interrogations, watching as you're either shocked or yelled at. Even through extreme psychological stress and threats you refuse to betray Prime. Megatron is almost jealous at such loyalty.

If only some of the Decepticons besides Soundwave and Shockwave show such loyalty.

Such intrigue prompts the Decepticon to remove Starscream from the job of interrogation. No, this was now between you and him. Your resistance is a trait Megatron wants to utilize... perhaps he can make a deal with you.

Megatron notices the confusion in your gaze when he steps in. A grin is on his face as you show slight weakness for just a moment. You quickly swap to a more defiant gaze right as Megatron locks the cell behind him.

"So you're the human that's been giving Starscream hell? I should thank you for that, actually. However, you aren't getting away with that when it comes to me." Megatron begins, observing your reactions carefully through his optics.

"We'll see about that..." You grumble just enough for the Decepticon to hear.

"Yes, we'll see..." Megatron begins. "We'll see what happens to your friends and family when you don't give up the Autobots. Even if you don't give the answer now... we'll find them. I don't mind extinguishing their spark in front of you."

Megatron sees fear flicker in your eyes at the threat but you still don't relent. Starscream, as much as he hates to see it, was right. In a sense....

"Think about this instead, for being a human you could make a great Decepticon."

He sees your face contort into disgust.

"I'm not telling you anything! Just as I have multiple times before! Let me go... kill me... it doesn't matter just as you said. I'll never tell you about the Autobots. They're my family, they care for me and they'll find me!"

Megatron felt his Energon heat at the fact you're defending the Autobots. The Autobots are scum... the fact you still stick by them on his turf sets him off. He was even starting to consider sparing you as a Decepticon if you've survived months of torment!

You needed to crack... now.

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!" The Decepticon roars, revealing a key factor of his intentions.

After the outburst there's silence. You stare wide-eyed at Megatron as he glares down at you. Megatron does realize what he said and takes a moment to ponder. It's a bit degrading to himself to stoop down to liking a human this much but... you're an exception. Perhaps while watching you and growing annoyed he was just in denial about such a fact.

Either way it appears he can use this as leverage.

You still appear to be processing the accidental confession. It's a surprise to him too. The silence is deafening as you try to process the disturbing confession given by your captor.

"Love me...?" You say in nearly a whisper. "How could a monster such as you love me? Didn't you say you hated humans?"

Megatron tries to search for an answer, momentarily distracted by his own confession and your questions. You're pushing him in a corner. It's surprising how fast you swap the power in your favor even if it's for a moment.

You really are something special.

"Go on, answer!" You growl. "If you said you hate my kind, what makes you think a confession such as that will make me love you?"

Megatron is silent, watching you bark at him like an angry dog. You are quite brave yet stupid to fight someone like him. It's what he likes about you... yet it stings slightly.

His silence prompts you to continue.

"The likelihood of me loving you, if that is truly what you want, is about as likely as you beating the Autobots!"

Megatron takes note of the grin on your face. You're enjoying the power trip. You haven't been on control of your situation for a long time now. You're reveling in the momentary power.

He'll put an end to that, you've asked enough questions already.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!" Megatron counters. "Mocking me is a poor decision. You are not the one in power here."

He hates that you somehow have such an effect on him. He could squish you with his claws but he doesn't. No... he "cares" too much, huh?

You take notice due to being such a perceptive human.

"You have one last chance to cooperate. Things will only get worse from here if you continue." Megatron warns. He's already being too merciful with you as his. You only smile sweetly.

"You couldn't hurt me... you LOVE me, don't you-"

*SLAM*

The noise of Megatron's fist puncturing the wall rings in your ears. You have a look of fearful surprise on your face when you catch a look of Megatron's blazing red optics on you. Only now to you shut up, realizing playing with your captor really won't at all be like Starscream.

Megatron's deathly silent as he lowers himself to snatch you up in his hand. You now begin to shake, losing the confidence you once had. So much for the tough act....

It seems only now you understand the power imbalance between you two.

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?" Megatron mocks, grinning when he sees you tremble in his hand. "You need to learn your place. You're still a human after all."

For once, you're shocked into silence. You can tell by the gaze in Megatron's eyes that you've sealed your fate. He isn't going to kill you, at least you think....

He's going to put you through hell and back for trying to mess around with him. You wish you held your tongue. What were you thinking, mocking Megatron as a human?

You can only guess it'll be much worse than when you misbehaved around Starscream.

Even if he did say he "loved" you.

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #yandere tfp megatron #yandere megatron

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toomanybrainrots · 5 months

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RAAGGGGGHHH I’m having a mental breakdown asf rn 😘 but anygays I rlly need some fluff rn can I pwetty plwse have some Fortress Maximus x F!cybertroian reader?? Tysm pookie✨

The jumpscare I had when I saw this😭. I do hope you're okay right now, and here's the fluff you requested!

Warnings: a probably OOC Fort Max(real sorry for that)

Fortress Maximus with a Cybertronian Reader

Fortress Maximus Loved cycles like these. Where you and him could just spend the entire cycle lazing around in your berth, no work, nothing and no one else except the two of you.

He can feel the hum of your spark as you lay against him, your helm on his chassis, servo over his spark chamber. His optics were looking at you, admiring the peaceful look on your face, your optics offline and a content smile on your lips. He held a servo on your back, almost like he was afraid you were going to be gone if he took his optics off of you for one klik.

He couldn’t help but think — what did he do to deserve you of all bots? What did he do to be worthy in Primus’ optics of such a bot like you? A strong, beautiful and strong bot, liking him of all bots and bonding with him. It was almost unbelievable to him.

“Something on your processor, sweetspark?” You ask, looking up at him, those beautiful optics gazing back at him. Oh, how he loved those beautiful optics, optics that matched the beauty of its owner.

“Nothing. Just thinking, about you that is.” He said, his lips curving into a smile as he turned his helm to fully meet your gaze. You let out a laugh, and he hoped the energon rushing up to his face wasn’t visible. Was that too sappy? Maybe he should’ve dialled it back a bit—

His thoughts are interrupted as you capture his lips in a kiss, to his surprise. The kiss - which was far too short in his personal opinion - is broken as you let out a chuckle at, what he assumed was, the look on his face.

“You’re very easily flustered.” You said, that adorable smile on his face. He turned his helm slightly away in a poor attempt to hide the blush on his face. Before he could do that any further, your servos reach up to cradle his face, turning his helm to look at you. He could feel more energon rushing to his face now.

He’s not surprised when you capture his lips in another kiss, he lets out a hum as he felt your lips against his, savouring the feeling and moment. He loved cycles like these, and he loved you most of all.

#again probably ooc #its been a long time since i picked up the tf comics #so if you have any tips or critiques please share #i need to write him more #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #fortress maximus #tf fortress maximus #fortress maximus x reader #fortress maximus x cybertronian reader #x reader #x cybertronian reader #cybertronian reader

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ilovefoodwithallmylife · 2 years

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Transformers Prime/TFP Autobots as sparklings💕

A/N: Welp, I was bored. GIFs do not belong to me, the credits go to the original creators (Some were found on google). My work was kinda inspired by @naida-nikarai and lastly, I hope they don't seem OOC😭.

Link to Decepticon Version;

Warnings: Light injuries and Fluff.

Optimus Prime: An adorable obedient little angel, he's a very sweet and kind sparkling for his age. He gets really happy when he receives any type of affection from you, you can even see his optics light up. In return, he willingly helps you, if you are in dire need of assistance. Optimus can be a playful sparkling as well, so when you have free time, you both would play games together and have fun, you two would end up sleeping together, tried yet, happy from the time you both had together.

Ultra Magnus: Now despite his age, he's a very quiet and stern sparkling. Who tends to isolate himself from other sparklings. But when it comes to you, he's curious about what you do. So please be a good example to him. Just like Optimus, He feels warm whenever you show him affection, even if he's not expressing it freely. Ultra Magnus will show it through his actions, by asking you that if you need any help he's there, just like Prime.

Ratchet: He's a sparkling who is mostly the type to want things to be his way, if others disagree he'll start a tantrum or scream at them rudely. Not only that, Ratchet can be stubborn sparkling when he's doing something and he needs your help or assistance, for sure he will hide that he needs your guidance. But Ratchet would let out small huffs when he sees you having injuries on you. Warning you to be more careful when he gently helps you apply medicine.

Bulkhead: A big crybaby, just because he looks tough, Bulkhead is sensitive and shy. He's a sparkling who wants to make new friends but is too scared to talk, so he goes back to you, needing comfort and reassurance. Please don't be harsh and strict towards him. He can't help but be joyful when you give him any type of affection, especially if you guys cuddle together. Give him a small smooch he'll cling onto you more, being more than happy.

Arcee: A very silent and distant sparkling. To the point that you won't know what's going on in her mind, what she wants, etc. Though she can be a handful to deal with when Arcee is angry, she tends to scream and be disrespectful. Be patient with her alright? Give her time to just let herself be alone and talk to her when she feels better and calm. When she receives affection and care from you, Arcee becomes shy. You can even see a small tint of blue Energon on her face when you do so.

Wheeljack: He's a troublemaker, so make sure to watch him properly for Wheeljack to be safe. He's going to be caught by you, doing silly and reckless shenanigans he's not supposed to do. More importantly, hide away any materials that can cause potential threats. For sure he'll try to do something funny that will hurt him by accident. It's hard to put him into stasis, Wheeljack's a sparkling that's energetic and bold, and mostly he has a liking to staying up late at night. He doesn't mind affection or hugs from you, but he'll get annoyed if you smother him though.

Bumblebee: Is a sparkling that is talkative. He'll express himself by happily letting out buzzes and beeps. He is curious and sparkling as well about the world around him. Just like Bulkhead he can be sensitive, he'll cry out in fear if there is something that he finds scary. So please comfort him and calm him down, let him know that you're there for him no matter what. Bumblebee's the type to adore and love you, he sees you as somebody he wants to be so, expect the young sparkling to look up to you a lot. He loves affection, like Bulkhead he enjoys most of it especially if it's cuddles.

Smokescreen: Oh my Primus, he's going to be a Responsibility to deal with. Smokescreen is a very energetic and hyper sparkling that you can get tired and exhausted from him. Like Wheeljack, he can be a troublemaker too. So be sure that he does not do something risky. But he does cry if you don't listen or pay attention to him, which is something that he needs. You can calm him down by swaying him in your arms securely while singing a sweet lullaby. Slowly he'll begin to fall asleep in your arms, due to you being so gentle and kind.

Cliffjumper: Such a friendly and playful sparkling. When he sees other sparklings he'll talk to them as if they are already his friends. And it would attract others to play with him. Because of how sweet and extraverted he is. Though he's not the best when it comes to listening to you, when his attention is on you, it can be short. But he tries hard. He's a tough one so you don't see him cry often. You only see him cry is when you leave him to fall into stasis. He wants you to snuggle him to sleep. It makes him feel protected and safe and he enjoys the feeling of himself being taller than you.

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arceespinkgun · 2 months

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Slowly getting deeper into my reread of MTMTE and man, issue #34 feels like the worst. Not the most incomprehensible or with the most poorly-written dialogue or whatever, but from a thematic standpoint I feel like what it was trying to convey is the most disgusting out of the issues so far. I do remember people being pissed about the character death in this issue, but I feel like it's a lot worse than that, and that it's so bad it ought to be dissected. Rant below the cut:

Okay, so there is some of the usual dumb bullshit and writing oversights that I keep seeing, like how did nobody notice Vos was missing his face until they found it on the floor? Why did First Aid just let Trailcutter start to donate all that energon when he's just said it was a huge risk and that it was a bad idea? Sure, it's Trailcutter's choice, but he didn't even say anything? Was there really a possibility that Rung would sign-off on what's essentially a lobotomy? That seems OOC based on how he's been characterized so far. That message in the flashback over the intercom—does JRo think people say the quiet part out loud to that blatant a degree? And how contrived was it that nobody noticed the electric chair in that pile of stuff and that Kaon just happened to be there to kill Trailcutter?

But all of those are minor issues that pale in comparison to the overall themes here. Trailcutter is demonstrating a belief in the sanctity of life by putting himself at risk to save Vos. This is something I feel like is sorely lacking among the Autobot faction in this continuity and JRo's work especially—a break from horrific war crimes and shit is a relief. Then Trailcutter gets immediately punished for it in a horrifically gruesome way, getting his "brain" and "spinal column" ripped out. Already, I don't like what that's implying from a narrative standpoint.

Then in flashbacks, we see a young Megatron talking to Terminus and then nearly being lobotomized, escaping due to a technicality. I hate this. First of all, JRo tries to sell us on Megatron being sympathetic by suggesting that he was 100% pacifistic and it was Terminus who told him there's only room for one guy at the top and to use his fists and all that. This is stupid for many reasons, not the least of which that this is totally pulled out of JRo's ass and doesn't fit with any previous portrayal of the character, but also, it's a cheap trick and stupid because violent revolution against an oppressive system is not something inherently unsympathetic.

More importantly, though, I hate that these flashbacks are here at all. What JRo is clearly doing is trying to deflect a potential reader response of, "Holy shit, the people who are essentially the Decepticon police force that Megatron personally trained just killed a nice, innocent guy! He needs to answer for this!" by showing us how much trauma Megatron went through in his past. Even aside from the fact that I don't personally care what trauma a guy who committed genocide and ran prison camps etc. experienced in his past, it's not relevant to the horrible thing that happened to Trailcutter in the present!

Even worse, JRo pulled this only like... a few issues after Megatron messed with Trailcutter's mind without his consent and it was portrayed as a joke! It was portrayed as both a joke and a favor because Trailcutter was an alcoholic! Trailcutter even pointed out that he had "rights" in that moment and Megatron explicitly ignored him... as did a huge number of witnesses! So with that context, choosing the issue in which Trailcutter is brutally murdered by the DJD to show Megatron's mind being altered as a traumatic, serious, life-altering event is so fucking gross.

Inconsistent characterization (of which Megatron in this series seems especially affected by, as do Cyclonus and Rodimus so far) also doesn't help, since again, just a couple of issues ago Megatron both said he "trained" the DJD to be "thorough" and that they are "the greatest monsters" of all. It's like JRo can't decide how accountable Megatron is for anything, or just picks an interpretation scene-by-scene based on whatever he wants him to say.

I feel like it's especially bad from an extrinsic perspective, since Megatron is one of the franchise's most prominent characters. In no way was he lacking in any sort of exposure. But you know who is underappreciated? Trailbreaker, a funny, sweet guy with a really cool ability, whose original bio seems to position him as a self-conscious disabled person. He was on the Ark and yet gets almost no attention. And not only did this series really do his design dirty (they took away his dark face and cute stripes!) but it also did this to him?!

Because I read this series back when it came out, I remember that Megatron eventually uses Trailcutter's forcefield ability against the DJD in a later issue. In another context, that might be nice poetic justice. But instead, I feel like it comes across as disrespectful to the guy's memory and like literally stealing from him and using him because of everything I've pointed out. Worse, it became yet another way to make Megatron look "cooler" because I remember that other characters pointed out that you can't just use someone else's power like that, and Ravage is like, well it's because Megatron's just so special, if anybody could figure out a way it would be him. Terrible.

#JRo's work has such horrid messaging and I feel like on Tumblr especially it's often looked at uncritically #Or like... critically but just barely like about only minor things #but it shouldn't just be left unaddressed when it was this egregious a lot of the time!#transformers idw #Trailcutter #Trailbreaker #Megatron #my analysis #negative

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xyilous · 1 year

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Everyone Needs Rest Sometimes

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a friend and someone on here asked, i am (nervously) delivering

comfort fic but this time it’s Optimus getting the care he deserves 💞💞 written as my oc, but no names will be mentioned so it feels more like a self insert thing. Also intended to be read as either platonic or romantic, but my lean towards the latter based on people’s boundaries !! Written with tfp Optimus in mind, uses his holoform (cough cough heres my design cough)

cw for mental health stuff, anxiety, paranoia // might be slightly ooc but shhh

also there’s a bath scene (get your head out of the gutter!!/lh,j)

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It’s been relatively quiet as of late, no new decepticon sightings or M.E.C.H. mischief popping up on the scanner. The peace was welcomed by most of team prime, the kids taking advantage of having free time with their robotic companions while the adults could be at a little ease knowing the youngsters aren’t in immediate danger. Considering there was a bit of a surge of enemy activity, the crew relished in being able to wind down from an intense week. Even Ratchet stepped away from his enhanced computer and projects to watch Raf and Jack go head to head in some (slightly too graphic) fighting game. You just finished prepping different popcorns and gathering a couple large bottles of various sodas, carrying everything including cups and napkins with the help of Arcee.

The only one missing out was Optimus. The old war warn autobot felt uneasy, cautious. While the team did just bust the decepticon’s most recent plan, he can’t help but worry himself by wandering what new scheme they’re coming up with. Seeing everyone having fun and conversing with each other was more than welcomed, the fear of that joy being ripped away from them made anxiety seep into his tired frame. He replaced Ratchet’s usual spot near the ground bridge switch, hitting multiple keys as he typed in the coordinates to yet another location to patrol. This is the third time today alone that he was preparing to drive off and watch for any possible leads, that’s the way it’s been since the updates died down. There wasn’t even enough time between attacks for them to plan something big and yet you could see that it was making him paranoid. Poor thing desperately needed a break, and yet he continues to push through, even though it’s clearly taking a huge toll on his spark. It was sad to witness, you could see how his eyebrows were tilted up in concern, how his steady servos hurriedly danced along the keyboard, it was beyond apparent the Optimus is running himself to the breaking point.

Slinking away from the others, you jogged to where he was standing and leaned against the rails, flagging him down just as the ground bridge started opening. Confusion was written all over his face as he turned towards your much smaller self, wondering why you weren’t mingling with the others. Before Optimus could even get a word out, you opened your mouth.

“You’re not going.” The Prime’s confusion increased at your order, not necessarily out of anger or annoyance, just surprise that you said it so plainly. However you stood your ground and sent him a look that showed you were more than serious. Standing face to face with a 30 foot cybernetic alien would’ve sent anyone else running with their tail between their legs, apparently not you though.

“Excuse me?” Turning to fully face you, Optimus rested his large servos on the railings of the platform, surrounding you like a cage. With a clear view of his front side, you can see just all the scratches and scuffs from recent battles, clearly unchecked by the base’s lone medic. Paint was chipping in areas, mud caked into others, apparently he’s been so caught up in protecting everyone that he didn’t even take his well-being into consideration.

“You’re not going. When’s the last time you recharged? O-Or even had energon?? Have you even seen yourself lately???” With every word that came out of your mouth, you sounded more and more upset, that concern you felt for the bot being beyond apparent in your tone. Optimus’ face drifted from confusion as he thought for a moment, before stating that your worries have been noted. That’s it? Yep. That was indeed it. Silently he turned back toward the still glowing ground bridge, completely brushing off your mini speech.

“No get your ass back here!! Don’t walk away from me!” Charging down the stairs while doing your best to not trip and stumble, you made your way infront of the walkway that led to whatever location he punched in, immediately doing your best to block his path. It didn’t do much, even with your hands sassily propped onto your hips, but it was enough to make his alt mode stop infront of you. By now Ratchet has picked up on your little spiel, alerting the others before inching his way to where he can hear. Not necessarily out of concern for a full argument starting, the old medic just hasn’t seen many tell the high and mighty Optimus Prime off.

It was rather tense, you clearly weren’t going to move from your spot and Optimus was just about as stubborn. After a long pause he folded outward and became upright again, wondering if he should just step around you. You are very small compared to him, he can do it, but he knows both you and Ratchet will chew him out later.

“I must go, if they are planning something it must be stopped before it comes to fruition.” That’s his first reason, usually the first one he says since it’s often times enough to get his teammates to side with his reasoning.

“It’ll be there later, you know that. Besides, they just tried to build some weird giant laser, big Earth threatening plans like that need time. You’ll be alright for a day.” And there’s your counter argument. Although you’ve not been with the autobots for years, you’ve been there long enough to have already thought of ways to get through whatever excuse he tosses at you. At the very least he has good motives.

“I don’t know how cybertronians work, but i do know that any living thing needs a break. That includes you, Optimus. Come on, I know what’ll make you feel better.” It helped convince him a little, but he’s still apprehensive. Ratchet finally buts in, just to confirm what you said, and then goes quiet again. The Prime’s face softened as you rested your hand on his knee, by now he’s kneeled down to be more level with you. Your attitude was harsh, yes, but you still showed that it was because you cared for the mech.

“I’m still a prime. You know this, I have a duty to fulfill.” And there’s the prime excuse. It was often a backup if his original reasoning wasn’t enough, but now isn’t the time for it to be tossed out. His worsening exhaustion is evident in his features and movements, the large digits that attempted to console you felt sluggish, drained. Guilt echoed out of his vocal cords due to the exchange, he felt terrible for making you and his team worry over him. A glance around the room revealed the distressed looks in his teammate’s eyes and optics. They knew just as well as he did that he was being overly cautious and in turn hurting himself, but they weren’t sure of when to intervene.

“Then for a few hours be Optimus. Nothing more.” An ex-vent heaved itself from his chest before he drew back.

“Just a few hours. I will grant you that and then I will patrol. For real this time.” As the words left his mouth you immediately sprung up, somewhat taken back that you got him to reluctantly agree. Ratchet, still hovering behind you, looked beyond bewildered at the fact that you were able to convince him, even when he, a millennia old medic and friend, failed to do so. A few hours isn’t a lot of time so you had to get to work immediately in order to take advantage of the situation. One problem though, a rather large one at that. The art of taking care of massive metal aliens was one far too foreign to your fleshy self, however humans are a different story.

“…Would you mind using your holoform in the meantime…? You don’t have to of course!! It’s just uhh, a bit hard to reach that high.” Rest in peace to your cocky attitude, it was a good run. A small nod and flash of light later, his much smaller and meatier form revealed itself. Technically a very high definition hologram, he still had the sensory inputs that you needed to soothe him the best you knew how. If anything, the softer form would allow you to do better than if it remained stiff. Optimus still towered over you, by the looks of it his intimidating height transferred to his holoform, as well as features to show how tired he is. Scars decorated his exposed bits of skin, a few adorned his face but from what you can see numerous ones were etched into the calloused skin of his hands. His eyes drooped and the bags underneath were beyond visible, the combination of his tired expression and slouched shoulders felt like a crude impersonation of the strong leader you’ve grown to know. It must’ve been obvious that you felt pity towards him since Optimus averted his eyes from your view, almost like an animal preparing for a scolding after doing something it was specifically told not to do.

“Come on, I’ll take care of you.” Your hand took his and you led him down the hall, straight to a bathroom that you did a slight renovation to in attempts to make it more homey. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but the underneath the sink you stored numerous bath salts, some used to help with sore muscles and some infused with lavender to help soothe anyone that could possibly need it. The door swung open effortlessly as the two of you walked into the smaller than ideal room, there was enough space for the both of you to move and exist without knocking into eachother, but it was still a snug fit. With a twist of the faucet knobs cool water flowed out before gradually starting to heat up, while the water slowly filled the tub Optimus found himself lost on what to do besides stand there with his arms stiff at his sides. He wasn’t dirty, you weren’t either, so why did you start a bath,,?

“Here, while this fills up I’m gonna dig out a couple things to help you relax, god knows you need it. Go ahead and get undressed, I promise I won’t look.” Your grin was evident on your voice as you spoke, trying to ease the tension by making joking a bit before hiding behind the now open cabinet doors to dig out the previously mentioned bath salts.

“Is this not an… intimate? thing for humans?” His words were a bit hesitant, unsure if that was the correct term to use. Optimus was always curious about Earth culture and routinely asked you questions about stuff he finds, whether it be online or something he saw a family or friend group do while on patrol, but this time it seems like he was figuring out things on his own.

“To some people, sure. Depends on who you ask in all honesty, for me I don’t mind it. If it makes you feel any better I’ll step out and wait until you’re settled if you want-“

“It’s alright. I’ll let you know when to look.” Turning your head back towards the inside of the cabinet you resumed your hunt for your bath add ins as the sound of rustling clothes filled the room. By the time you finally got a glimpse of the lavender flowers and the word ‘epsom salt’ slapped onto a bag, you could hear rippling water settle before Optimus let you know you’re not at risk of getting flashed.

Crawling on your knees towards the tub, you showed him your miracle workers you salvaged from under the sink, explaining that the salt helps muscles stop aching and that the lavender scent can help people take off the edge, even helps some sleep better. You sprinkled a generous amount of each into the water, getting a glimpse of even more scars that riddled the old Prime’s body. Some were raised, others with lines across them that show just how the skin mended itself together, all caused by a countless amount of battles, some of which were won, some of which were lost. They even speckled his knees and the bits of his legs that weren’t covered by the warm water. He was tense, unsure of what to do. Optimus isn’t used to relaxing like this, the vulnerability of it all made him feel exposed and like danger is lingering around, even with the ‘aromatherapy’ as you called it. His fists were clenched against his own will, he must be ready at all times to protect his team, he has to do anything he can to prevent another loss. Pressure and paranoia gnawed at him, the echoing thoughts in his head didn’t help in the slightest. He shouldn’t be doing this, it’s selfish to stop when everyone could be in danger, he needs to go-

“If something happens the others can handle it. You need to take care of yourself just like the others.” At your words the racing thoughts halted, immediately pausing to let him take in what you said and to wonder how you knew what he was thinking. Your hand rubbed soft circles into his shoulder as you spoke, gently trying to bring him out of his unfavorable headspace. He looked at you for reassurance, eyes wide and nearly timid, you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed rather harshly. Millions of years of wars and battles, and yet one of the coldest things he’s faced is his own anxiety. Nothing to fall back on, nobody he can turn to in hopes of reeling him back from his sea of what ifs. As a prime he felt like he had to hold his head high all the time and did not have the right to step back and let himself rest. You adjusted yourself a bit to try and sit at a better angle, but the second you raised a bit his tattered hand flew out and grabbed onto your shirt like you were going to disappear. The poor thing looked terrified as his knuckles turned white from his death grip, he needed your reassurance and was scared of you being ripped from his grasp like others from his past. Your hand rested against the back of his own, still desperately clinging to your now wet top.

“I’m not leaving, you’re okay, I promise. You know I don’t break promises.” You grazed your thumb against his hand, reassuring him that you just needed to adjust before your knee snapped in two. It took him a bit to give you any response, the only reply being a small nod before his grip loosening slowly before dropping to the edge of the bathtub, followed by the rest of his body.

“Let me wash your hair, hun. You can still hold onto me if you need to, yeah?” Grabbing a cup you had set off to the side specifically for baths, you started the water up again before getting Optimus to tip his head back. It still felt beyond foreign to him, but he couldn’t deny the warm water dancing across his scalp could put him to sleep. When you put shampoo in his hair and began to massage it into the follicles, you could watch as his eyes got heavier, his sleepiness trying to creep up on him. It was tempting to let him doze off, but with the size difference it wouldn’t be a good idea if he started slipping underwater. A light prod to his face was enough to wake him up enough to rinse and finish up with conditioner and a final spritz of water. You stood to grab a couple towels, one for his body and one for the soggy mess of hair on top of his head. The bath alone made his posture a bit less rigid, hopefully that lavender actually did it’s job. While he dried off, you jogged put the door and further down the hallway to a room with spare clothes, grabbing a mostly new t shirt and some pajama bottoms, praying that they were the right size. It felt a little strange to be grabbing a cozy outfit for someone who was tall enough to make some houses look small and someone who happened to be made out of metal, but at least you got him to take it easy-ish. Could be worse.

Upon your return you realized he was probably frozen, your evidence being the goosebumps that littered his crossed arms.

“Sorry for freezing you to death, here’s these. I’ll wait out by the door while you get dressed and when you’re done i’ll blow dry your hair, alright?” With a nod Optimus gratefully took the pajamas as you stepped out into your aforementioned position. In a sense it felt like you were keeping guard of the old man mech, the thought triggers your curiosity and you can’t help but wonder if he’s had someone take care of him like this. If his reactions have told you anything, it’s that he’s not allowed himself to be treated in such a way. Perhaps it’s a matter of not wanting pity, or maybe it’s as simple as he feels like he’s too mature to accept such treatment. It’s a shame really, the one that needs it the most is usually too selfless to allow it. A couple minutes later the door creaked open, revealing a damp, but slightly more relaxed Optimus. You stepped back into the cramped room and instructed him to sit on the toilet seat as you dug out the blow drier and plugged it into the wall outlet. He watched every movement you made with curiosity filled eyes, he always had a fascination with human objects, the way people have invented items for basically everything was so interesting to him, especially considering how primitive Earth’s creations can be.

“What is that in your hands?” He asked you, using his hands to point at the blow dryer in your hands. He’s not seen one before, and the way it resembled a gun made him a little nervous over it, especially considering flesh will suffer much more with a bullet than if he was his usual metal self.

“Oh this? It blows out hot air to help dry your hair. It’s not as scary as it looks, I promise.” As you spoke you used your freehand to lead him to sit down and got to work, flipping the switch that caused the simple device to do what you said. The sudden sound startled him a little at first but with reassurance he calmed enough to let you do your thing, his eyes closing while he absorbed the peace around him. Optimus was still apprehensive to letting you tend to him, but the longer time passed the more he felt his walls chipping away, reluctantly letting his guard down to you. Partway you grabbed a plain comb to send through the synthetic hairs that rested atop his head, the sensation was yet another new one considering his holoform was mainly used as a disguise, not a tool for self care (or in this case care from a trusted individual). It was a nice change of touch, if that made sense. The sensation was a lot more enjoyable compared to battling or trying to track down energon to refuel the already exhausted team. Unfortunately, due to his short hair the moment didn’t last near as long as he wanted or deserved, but at the very least he wasn’t damp anymore. Between the heat from the blow drier and what’s left of the steam from the bath, he felt so cozy and weightless, almost as if the water washed the weight from his tender shoulders. With a click, the air stopped blowing on his scalp and a gentle tap on his shoulder made his eyes open up again.

“Come on, I’m making you watch a movie. Don’t worry, I picked an animated one so it’s nothing too intense.” Despite your order, your tone stayed soft and gentle as you spoke, making sure not to jolt him from his little moment of peace. As you put your tools away Optimus stood and ran a hand through his hair, taking in just how soft it became from something as simple as wind. Being made of metal most of the time didn’t allow him to have such moments, to a human this would be such a normal everyday thing but for him it was a welcomed break. Being able to be over all softer and vulnerable after being alert for Primus knows how long, it was soothing after the first anxieties fizzled away. You took his hand and led him back to the main area of the base, dragging him up the steps and to the slightly worn down couch. A small tv, fit with the kid’s gaming console and various movie and game cases scattered about. By the looks of it, the team has already escorted their human companions home while Ratchet lingered in the background, typing away at his computer as per usual. It was abnormally quiet considering the hubbub that filled the room earlier, but the lack of music blasting or prepubescent voices squeaking their way into everyone’s ears (or audials) wasn’t unwelcome. You led Optimus to sit down before you crouched in front of the tv, popping in your choice of entertainment. Most have already been watched so you made sure to avoid anything overly angsty or gut wrenching, from what you know the prime doesn’t sit down and watch these, hopefully you can get him into something besides recon. Everything was up and ready to go as you made you’re self comfortable next to a rather stiff holoform. His hands were awkwardly tapping against his thighs as his back was straightened, clearly unsure of what to do or even where to look. Has he ever taken the time to actually wind down…?

“You’re stiff as a board, here, get comfy.” A little maneuvering later you managed to get him to lay down with his head in your lap, though the lower part of his legs ended up dangling over the arm rest due to his sheer height. His body was still fairly rigid but, it’s an improvement at the very least. A blanket rested on the back of the couch, it was a thin but fuzzy one that June brought over in case the you or the kids got cold, it’s coming in handy right about now. You draped it over his body and your legs the best you could, it was a bit difficult considering the size difference between you two, but you managed the best you could. After a couple button presses and a huff from Ratchet due to you asking him to turn off the light, the movie began.

The screen displayed whimsical colors as exciting music erupted from the speakers, immediately capturing the prime’s attention. You could see vibrant hues dance along his cheeks and nearly child like wonder swirl in his eyes, the way he processed every sentence and action was endearing, especially considering you’re doing something as small as watching a movie. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he clung to every word and movement of the characters, the sight of such a strong bot finally getting a more than well deserved break was heartwarming.

Part way through the movie your hand drifted into his hair, immediately raking your fingers through his soft locks. There was the slightest, almost undetectable, tensing in his body before he eased into the touch, even trying to cuddle closer to the best of his abilities. You could feel how he sunk into you even more as he watched the screen, eventually letting a yawn slip from his mouth. He fought to stay awake though, hellbent on seeing how the main character beats the antagonist and resolves the main issue at hand. Optimus was much more exhausted than he let on, even he didn’t realize just how tired he was. By now he’s twisted to lay on his side and his upper body was layered on top of your abdomen, arm wrapped somewhat around your hip with his head laying on your stomach. Eventually his eyelids grew too heavy and drifted closed, his fleshy frame softened ever so slightly as sleep overcame the poor mech. Your hand still danced around his hair, mindlessly playing with the strands as a similar fatigue settled its way deep into your bones. The ending of the movie will remain unknown (to Optimus at the very least) as you both dozed off, getting some well deserved rest.

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sorry this took me ages!!! between surgery, mental health stuff, and being exhausted every day it’s been in the works for a lot longer than i intended!!!!

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers optimus #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #tfp #tfp optimus #comfort fic #comfort

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rowiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Hi and Good day/night <3

I wanted to request if it isn't a problem, so here it is:

Smokescreen and nb Cybertronian s/o who has a lot of work in general and takes little to no time to take care of themselves and Smokescreen tries to make them understand that they need time to relax (and for him too, ofc). They ask Optimus to take some load of work from them and even get them some cycles to spend time alone and with him

If you can headcannons, but if not tiny story (don't remember name, sorry) is great too

Sorry if it's a little confusing, ooc and messy, just wanted more Smokescreen love

Please and thank you

Smokescreen X Cybertronian Reader

You were Optimus Prime’s second in command and scientist. You worked tirelessly to make sure that the team had everything they needed. There wasn’t a time you weren’t working, other than the short little breaks you took to recharge. You often skipped refueling too- you’d put it back in the reserves room in the event there was an emergency. Everyone else needed it more than you, you thought.

One day, Smokescreen saw you putting back your portion of the energon. He was confused, but brushed it off. Surely it was nothing- maybe you’d refueled another time.

When he saw you do it again, a week later, he questioned you.

You stuttered out your answer. “I-I just refueled earlier. Don’t worry about it.”

Smokescreen grabbed your arm. “Don’t play dumb. I know you didn’t refuel last week- so what’s up?”

You pursed your dermas together and vented. “Others need it more than me- I’m hardly on the field anymore.”

“That’s a dumb idea!” His faceplates showed disappointment. “You need to refuel- or I’m telling Ratchet.”

You were already on thin ice with Ratchet this week for not recharging enough. You hesitantly picked up the cube. “Fine.”

You were going to your lab but he shook his head. “Nuh-uh. I want to make sure you drink it.”

You rolled your eyes and drank the energon in front of him, chugging it down quickly so you could get back to work. As soon as you finished, you began your walk back to your lab.

Smokescreen had to rush to keep pace with you. “Don’t you think you should take some time off? Just a few solar cycles even. You work wayyy too much- you almost remind me of Alpha Trion”

You got a little annoyed at him. “There’s kind of a war going on, Smokes. There’s no time for slacking. Unlike you- I have responsibilities I’m taking care of.”

The bot scowled at you and jumped in front of you. He grabbed your arms in his servos and made you look at him. “Don’t you see how you’re running yourself thin? I hate to see you like this!”

At a loss for words you merely blinked. You looked to the side at a shiny metal pipe to see your dull optics. You really hadn’t been able to rest at all. You’d been far too busy with projects and data gathering.

“I… suppose you’re right. But I can’t abandon my duties-”

“Get Optimus to take em! Or Ratchet.”

You nervously asked Ratchet and Optimus to take some of your workload, just a few days- and they seemed so relieved. You’d finally taken time off.

While you felt guilty, they assured you that there was nothing to worry about and that you should enjoy the time of low-Decepticon activity while you still had it. Who knows when they’d start causing mayhem again?

Smokescreen convinced you to try some human activities with you. You both went to see a movie at a drive in theater- you quickly left in disgust. They were playing what was called a ‘slasher’ film.

Next, he took you to a race. You were rusty and quickly fell to the back of the group. You didn’t like this activity much either. Activity after activity you tried at the behest of Smokescreen, and yet none of them actually felt relaxing.

Finally, he convinced you to go to one more place.

“How long will this take?” You huffed.

“It’s just up the hill! Come on!” Smokescreen grabbed your servo and a blue tint covered your faceplates. He dragged you up the hill. Right as you got to the top, your mouth dropped open in shock. You took a few steps forward in admiration.

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon. Pink, orange, and golden clouds drifted around the sky. Before you sat a large lake that reflected the sun. Flowers of all colors littered throughout the field.

“Like it?”

You almost couldn’t get out the words. “It’s beautiful…” You sat next to the now-sitting down Smokescreen.

You both just sat there in silence, enjoying each other’s company. As the moon rose into the sky to replace the sun, you took Smokescreen’s servos in yours.

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digitalstardust · 1 year

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"Wildest Dreams" TFP Soundwave x gn!reader [Part 1]

My second Soundwave fic, I love the boi so much >3

Notes: Angst, A lot of angst, Sort of ooc Soundwave? But it isn't specified what he was like before the war sooo... Sad ending?

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Lovers, you thought. That's what the both of you were.

Enemies. That's what both of you are now.

Loyal warriors belonging to two opposing factions, two lovers that once belonged to each other.

Once upon a time, the two of you were inseparable.

Inseparable.

The love you two had for each other was greater than the distance between Cybertron and Earth, and none of you thought that anything could pull the both of you apart.

"He said, 'Let's get out of this town,'"

You laughed as he took your servo and ran as the two of you weaved through the edge of Kaon, two young lovers hand in hand.

"Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

The two of you ran and ran until you arrived at the scrap plains outside of Kaon.

"Slow down!" You joked, pretending to fall behind but keeping a steady pace.

"I know for a fact that you can run better than that," Soundwave said, continuing your run to who knows where.

"I thought Heaven can't help me now"

He then slowed down his pace, and you took it as a sign that you arrived.

You climbed over the plains and gasped at the sight in front of you.

"Nothing lasts forever"

It was, simply put, breathtaking. The glow of the moon leaked through the gaps in the buildings between Iacon and Kaon, and the lights of the city merged perfectly with the night sky.

He grinned. "Beautiful, right?"

"Yeah," You muttered, still recovering from so much beauty.

"Hm. Not as much as you, though..." He jokingly mused, pretending to stroke his non-existent beard.

"But this is gonna take me down"

The both of you sat there and enjoyed the view and the other's company for the entire night, but little did you know, the time that you two had in each other's arms was up.

"He's so tall, and handsome as hell"

You still remember the time that he had professed his love for you, and how you had accepted. After all, how couldn't you?

The cheers echoed through the stadium.

Today was Soundwave's match with Megatron, not to see who dies, but to see who drew energon on their opponent first.

Megatron was strong when it comes to strength, ten times stronger than Soundwave.

But Soundwave was agile, quick and calculating. He could calculate one's next move before they even thought to do it.

The silence was too heavy, and you thought you would offline of suspense if none of them won.

It's been a cycle now and shockingly, Soundwave looked like it's only been 10 kliks.

"He's so bad, but he does it so well"

Megatron, on the other servo, was intent on destroying his opponent (winning, not killing) the moment the match started, and was starting to tire.

Suddenly, the stadium was dead quiet. Megatron had stopped moving. Only nano-kliks ago everybot was screaming for their gladiator to win.

Megatron slowly lifted his servo and with a digit, wiped the side of his faceplate and brought the digit up to his optics.

The silence ended the moment someone screamed. It took your processor to register the energon on Megatron's digit and what the crowd was screaming.

"And when we had, our very last kiss"

Megatron nodded as he acknowledged defeat and the emcee yelled, "WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION OF THE RING!"

You screamed in happiness. It was his dream to be champion of the ring, and you can see that he was over the moon as your optics met his.

"Now, may we have a few words from our new victor?" The emcee boomed, and the stadium fell to silence once more.

A mic was thrust at him. Over a thousand optics were watching, and you knew this was his life's proudest moment.

He beamed at everybot in the crowd.

"My last, request, is"

"Hello, everyone. I am Soundwave of Kaon." He said, his haunting voice echoing through the walls of the stadium. You were sure that you heard a couple of young femmes squeal.

"Thank you all, for being here. I love all of you, I really do."

"But I'm not a champion. In fact, I'm far from one."

"Just because I got lucky this time doesn't mean I'm the best. So no, I won't accept the title of Champion. It rightly belongs to Megatron of Kaon."

"Say you'll remember me,"

"He has far more experience than I have, and he'll always have more experience because I am still young."

"So, please, Megatron is still the strongest in the ring. I am merely somebot that got lucky."

"So thank you, all of you. I appreciate it. I truly do. But it's time for the true champion to have his crown." And with that, he left the arena.

"Standing in a nice dress"

The moment he left, he was attacked with a hug by none other than yourself.

"I'm so proud of you, Soundwave! You finally achieved your dream!" You exclaimed, still not letting him go.

"Staring at the sunset, babe"

"In a way, I guess so," He grinned, hugging you back.

"But why did you give up the title?" You asked, puzzled. After all, who would give up their dream after achieving it?

"Because, Y/N," He murmured, stroking your faceplate with a digit. "I've found my dream. A new one."

You felt your faceplates burn up at the close proximity between the two of you.

"Red lips and rosy cheeks"

"I found you, Y/N. My new dream. You are the first I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I fall into recharge.

"Every nano-klik spent without you is torture and every moment I spend with you is bliss.

"So please, Y/N, give me a chance to win my dream, and your spark," Soundwave whispered, his audio sending shivers down your backstrut.

"I'm yours," You smiled, "I always was and I always will be."

"Say you'll see me again"

The kiss that the two of you shared blossomed into a small flower of love, which would continue to grow into a tree and bloom into a forest.

Unfortunately, the fire that will tear your forest down was arriving, and it was arriving fast.

"Even if it's just in your wildest dreams"

"Y/N." Soundwave said, breaking the silence between the two of you.

The two of you were sitting at Macaddams, a café not too far from your shared home.

The Decepticons, a faction led by the strongest gladiator from Kaon, Megatron, had started to rise in power, taking cities that didn't think the same way as he and his faction.

And then there were the Autobots, those that disagreed with him and were brave enough to stand up and fight, led by the former clerk of the Iacon Archives and now Prime.

"Wildest dreams"

You looked up from the cup you had been glaring at for the past 10 kliks.

"I'm sorry. I really am. But I can't refuse this." He said, trying to catch your optic.

"Why? Why can't you?" You sniffed, trying to hold back the tears building in your optics.

"Because they'll kill you," He thought but said nothing.

"You'll see me in hindsight"

"Why can't you come to our faction?" You cried, unable to hold back the tears anymore. "Why? Or maybe I could go to yours?"

"It's too dangerous," Soundwave said.

"And it's not for you?" You said quietly, looking away. He reached over to wipe your tears but you turned away, staring at the cybertronians outside, oblivious to the oncoming war that will destroy your home.

"Tangled up with you all night"

He sighed. "Please, Y/N. Look at me. Please."

You ignored him.

"Please, my love. I'm begging you. Please look at me." He begged, his audio cracking at the end.

"Burning it down"

You turned to look at him hesitatingly. You saw tears escaping out of the corner of his eye, betraying his steady(ish) audio.

"What if- what if you die?" You sobbed, burying your faceplate in your servos. "What if you never come back?"

"Y/N. Y/N." He muttered, wiping your tears and his own. "I'll come back. I promise. I'll never get hurt. I'll never get hurt for you."

"How will I know if you're alive?"

He pondered it for a moment. "You will."

"Someday when you leave me"

"I love you, Soundwave," You whispered, optics still blurry from the tears.

"I love you too, Y/N."

"Promise me you won't die." You muttered, hugging him for one last time.

"I won't die. I promise." He promised, "We'll be together again before you know it."

Or so you thought.

"I bet these memories"

Soundwave still kept to his word, even though it felt like an eternity has passed.

You were the stealth and strategies officer of the Autobots, always looking for places where your team could hide, how they could take down the Decepticons and such.

Although you were pretty sure Soundwave had the better job.

You still heard your fellow Autobot warriors complaining how Soundwave was too strong and was practically unable to defeat.

Even though that was bad news for your cause, you couldn't help but sigh in relief every time you heard someone complain.

It was a sign that he was still alive and stronger than ever.

“Follow you around"

When Optimus Prime had to evacuate the troops and scatter them across the universe, you made sure that you were with Optimus' team, which was headed for CH-738, or Earth, according to how their organics called it.

You made sure to be in their group because you knew wherever Optimus went, Megatron followed. And wherever Megatron goes, his TIC would follow, which in this case was Soundwave if you were correct.

And you were.

"Say you remember me"

The first time the two of you were alone was on a mission. The both of you were looking for the same relic, and it was as if Primus was playing games on you, he decided to send the very con you were trying to avoid in your way.

You tried to avoid him, afraid that your feelings for him would rise and sabotage any missions you had, but apparently, Primus disapproved.

The two of you faced each other, one fighting for the right and the other for the wrong.

"Standing in a nice dress"

You felt tears well up in your eyes, and for a split nano-klik, you weren't seeing the terrifying TIC that all of your teammates warned you about, but the young mech you had fallen forever since you had met him.

It took all of your willpower to not hug him and cry in his arms, and it wasn't until that moment you realised how much time had passed.

In the end, the both of you just stood there and basked in the brief moment alone you had with each other, hoping that it wasn't the last.

"Staring at the sunset, babe"

The second time was when you were lying on a field of flowers at night, admiring how the constellations in Earth's sky were the same as the ones on Cybertron. Perhaps your worlds weren't so apart after all.

You stared up and thought of Cybertron, the life you had and the love you had. Thinking about it made you feel like you had knives stabbing at your spark, so you tried to push it away.

"Red lips, and rosy cheeks"

That was when Soundwave landed behind you.

You jumped up and prepared yourself for an attack, only to nearly hug Soundwave once again.

That night, the both of you sat in the field, counting the stars like the both of you once did when you were young.

When you weren't torn apart by war.

"Say you'll see me again"

None of you spoke, but a thousand words flowed between the both of you. Sitting in silence, the two of you shared the wordless adventures you both had.

You knew of his vow of silence. They said he took the vow to never be able to spill information to the Autobots, and you respected that.

"Even if it's just in your wildest dreams"

The final moment the two of you had together was when the Autobots stormed the Nemesis and were successful in doing so.

Unfortunately, Primus decided that the time you had together was up.

You sobbed harder than you ever had as you cradled your dying sparkmate.

"Say you'll remember me,"

"I-I'm sorry," He rasped, coughing up energon.

"Shhhh," You shushed him, cradling his helm close to yours. "Everything's going to be fine."

"Standing in a nice dress"

"I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise," He gasped, trying to breathe through the fatal wound. "I'm so sorry."

"No, you kept it," You soothed, trying to control your emotions. "The war is over, my love. And we are reunited."

"Staring at the sunset, babe."

"I'm so sorry we couldn't stay together longer." He muttered, optics threatening to close. You could see that he was trying his best to keep them open, and you loved him even more for trying.

"Don't be," You muttered. That was all you could force out.

"Red lips and rosy cheeks"

"I love you, Y/N," Soundwave rasped, "I really do. I regret everything else but you."

"Don't say that," You choked, tears spilling out of your optics. "You'll live. Trust me."

"Say you'll see me again"

"I always have," He smiled as closed his optics for the final time.

Your screams of sadness echoed through the entire ship as you cried for your lost love.

He was gone, forever.

"Even if it's just pretend"

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So what do you guys think? The lyrics (in bold) aren't the entire thing, but they are still a part of the song. Part 2 coming out next week!

Here is the song:

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#soundwave #soundwave x reader #tfp #decepticon #autobot reader #soundwave x you #angst #death ending #songfic #wildest dreams #taylor swift #transformers prime #reader #you #Youtube

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spreadwardiard · 1 year

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WIP

Just wanted to share a little over 400 words from a no war au (wtf is canon who needs that?) megop, mechpreg, fluff piece, one shot I'm working on. its just pure sugar idk what else to say. probably hella ooc. The fic is SFW, only a few mentions of sexual themes. Fic doesn't even have a title yet its in my files as mechpregdomesticfluff 🤣

WIP under the cut lemme know what you think!

“I chilled them. Look in the cooling unit.” The blip of joy that leaked into Orion’s field once he finally spotted the can made Megatronus’ spark thrum. Once upon a time he would have tried to explain that away as anything other than the effects of being helm over pede in love with Orion. Now he just counted himself the luckiest mech in the universe to be loved in return. “You need to have more than rust sticks. Take a cube, too.”

Orion laughed softly as he complied, grabbing two of the small cubes along with his favored rust stick treats. “Next time you should carry. You clearly have the better instinct for it. And the better frame. Though I would be missing out on all the incredible overloads.” Orion’s plating rattled, from the back of his neck down his spinal strut to his aft, as if he’d had an involuntary shiver at some phantom sensation.

Megatronus laughed at that, and strode across their hab suite, to meet Orion in the kitchen. “Are the overloads the best part of carrying?” He stepped up behind him, slipped his arms around his waist so that he could get his servos on that exquisitely swollen abdomen once more. Orion leaned into the embrace and rested his helm comfortable against Megatronus’ chest plates, a content grin on his face as he lifted a servo to offer a cube to his champion.

“No. But they are in the top five.” Orion said with a content sigh. Megatronus regretfully withdrew one of his servos to take the offered cube. He paid much more attention to the way Orion’s plates felt under his servo than the taste of the energon he gulped down. Orion greedily shoved an entire rust stick down his intake, as if he were famished.

“What’s number one?” He finished the cube in record time, and quickly set it aside, his servo had a better place to be. Orion chewed noisily, unworried about looking uncouth as he stuffed his face with his treat of choice and crunched it between his dentae.

“Mmm... I’m not sure... I have to turn… that one over a few times… in my processor.” Orion continued to eat as he spoke, finishing off his third stick. Finally he tipped the cube to his intake. It eased Megatronus’ spark to see him consume some actual fuel. Lately all he’d been craving were those slagging rust sticks. It was a wonder he hadn’t cracked his dentae on them with how many he’d been consuming these past few deca-cycles.

to be continued

#fanfic wip #why not im gonna do it #tfp au #tfp fanfic #tfp megaop #tfp orion pax #tfp megatronus #megop #fanfiction #orion pax #megatronus #mechpreg #fanfic #fuck i think this is enough tags #lemme know what you think #spreadwardiardfics

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biggest-ultra-mags · 1 year

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Magnus mun: man I really should work on getting the rest of these asks and replies out of my inbox, let’s get that started!

Magnus mun at 5am:

#ooc #out of energon #I need to be stopped #and work on actual stuff #ultra Magnus #transformers #tf #IDW #transformers IDW #transformers ultra Magnus #transformers memes #meme #crack

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transingthoseformers · 11 months

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I imagine Ratchet first tries to deny that there's something wrong, but in the end, he can't deny it any longer. This is not the Optimus that he knows. Sometimes, this false Optimus looks at him, and his optics are colder than Optimus' ever was.

The other Autobots notice that there's something off as well, but try to explain it away with stress. The whole Orion Pax situation. They're unsettled, but the thought of there being something so off unsettles them even more.

But then the kids approach their guardians about Optimus acting odd, and they just can't deny it any longer.

So they confront him, but this Optimus, whoever he is because he's not Optimus, is still a Prime, and that means something. He manipulates them and soothes their fears because they want so badly for there to be nothing wrong. Ratchet isn't convinced, but he feels trapped. He needs to figure out a plan.

As for Megatron and Optimus? They've definitely figured each other out. In this scenario, I imagine they both wanted their foe but neither foe was interested. Too many bad memories, perhaps.

They totally consummate their relationship by interfacing on the site of a skirmish, covered in the energon of other mechs.

(... for extra angst have there be traces of *something* between baseline OP and Ratchet.)

Yepppppp

Ratty cares about him, they've been friends for so long, so naturally he's gonna make excuse after excuse... Even if he starts to notice said excuses are getting more and more unsound over time, as more little ooc moments occur. At some point the realization hits him like well a semi truck, whether it's after a particularly off event of seemingly out of the blue— eventually he figures out that that's not his friend, this is a mech who is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

I love how we keep emphasizing just how unsettling this situation is, I've talked before about how SG Optimus (and subsequent SG autobots) fascinate and unsettle me in such a specific way. The fact that you bring up the Orion Pax arc gives me a very fun timespan for this, and our possible opportunity for this to happen (after all, isn't Unicron one of the figures who are technically connected throughout the multiverse??)

It's amazing that it's the kids who notice this first. In the shows we see time and time again that it's the kids who are the most observant to the cybertronian shit, especially since here they've got this interesting POV like an inside/outside cat (honestly, I can see Raf making the connection first. Prove me wrong.)

Deny, deny, deny, Optimus. This version of SG Optimus sounds pretty machiavellian, and it makes this fun. I am internally giving just the best evil laugh ever. Makes sense that Ratty isn't buying it, but that he's also hit the point where he's afraid of this not-our-Optimus. This is one of those situations where he/we learn just why they use the word trapped.

Makes sense that both Megan has figured it out and that SG OP figured out that he figured it out. There's only so many times you can throw down on the battlefield before you realize your "nemesis"'s fighting style has changed and you've looked into his optics— the very windows to his soul and saw that that is not the same spark you've been dealing with for centuries. That those aren't the same blue eyes etched into your memory chip. Oh the mutually unrequited pining finally requited.

Look I didn't expect THAT to be how they finally did the do but it makes sense, both symbolically and the opportunity to do so

OWO YES. TEASED BASELINE OPIRATCH DEFINITELY DEFINITELY DEFINITELY.

#maccadam #transformers #sg Optimus #exactly let me get a bit poetic here #tfp optimus prime #tfp megatron #tfp ratchet #tfp raf #transformers prime #those two would indeed do that #megop #opiratch #:3 #tfp through the glass au

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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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.

#yandere transformers #yandere idw transformers #yandere transformers mtmte #yandere transformers tarn #yandere tarn #yandere transformers damus #yandere damus

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mastermegatron · 2 years

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ooc. Had a ‘duh’ moment sort of epiphany last night at 10:45pm trying to fall asleep. It’s nice when the old brain decides to finally work after nearly 10 years of writing on this blog. Anyway.

Armada + Energon + Cybertron put out a lot of lore about Unicron - specifically that he just doesn’t just eat planets, but he fed off of negative emotions (anger, hatred, fear, guilt, loneliness, shame, etc.) as well, and purposefully kept the war going so he could continue to feed off these things. Hence why the Trilogy is far more a representation of why gods suck, wtf is free will, and not really at all about political oppression. It’s also why their war lasted 10+ million years as opposed to the traditional four in other continuities - Unicron kept it going.

It’s also canon that Megatron spent the majority of the Trilogy fucking around with Unicron and finding out - enduring being eaten alive, stealing his spark back, and being possessed for time - before ultimately conquering Unicron and fashioning an armor out of his remains, stealing his powers, yadda yadda yadda.

As it is, I’ve always written the Armor of Unicron as complimentary to the Matrix of Leadership. That it has its own degree of sentience, and that Unicron may be be “dead”, but that some sort of parasitic/ghost-like conscience still exists within the armor. After all, Cybertron was written as the armor sustaining Megatron, not Megatron sustaining the armor.

Thus, I really feel like a lot of Megatron’s instability would come from the armor itself. That it is feeding off his negative emotions, so it keeps an emotional and psychological war going on within him that it is sabotaging his capacity for happiness.

#headcanon;#//rambles on about a show decades old

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belovecore · 1 year

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Hellooo fellow transformers selfshipper, welcome to the community!! :] For the ask meme, how about ❄️ and 📌 for kraken? -geckokiss

OPEN & ACCEPTING! | Unconventional Selfship Asks

( ooc: aaa, thank you so much! i'm so glad everyones so nice and welcoming here. i haven't really been able to dip into selfshipping as a community before but i feel it'd be nice since i've been wanting to share how important fictional characters are to me. great to see other tf shippers too!!)

[small reminder for readers: zero is me. i sometimes speak in 3rd person for comfort reasons!]

❄️ It is winter time and it snowed for the very first time!

What are the plans for this winter with you and your f/o? Do you plan any outings? How does a typical cold day together look like?

So for these sort of deals, it completely depends on where it takes place but for this ask I will do one where Kraken and Zero are living together on Earth!

Kraken is used to being on spaceships or rather, Cybertron- which is normal for his kind but once he's on Earth and sees snow for the first time. He is immediately intrigued. He literally stood near the window of the large shared garage just to watch it come down while his audials wiggled slightly and he just observed quietly for a few minutes.

He isn't scared as much as it just really excites him to see how a planet's atmosphere can cause different living environments. That's definitely a big plus for his curiosity when he moved to Earth alongside Zero.

Zero doesn't always leave when its winter, very sparingly cause they get cold easily but don't mind if they have motivation and lots of layers to keep warm. Their notice of Kraken's interest gets them to dressed up and take Kraken out to show him snow and all the silly little games humans do in the snow like snow angels, snowmen, snowball fights.

Kraken really likes how inventive humans are all for the sake of fun, and he gladly partakes even though he's not usually too hands-on in activities unless he knows he's comfortable. He's always comfortable around Zero :)

Once that's all said and done, Kraken has no qualms returning to their 'base' as he calls it to warm up. Kraken having to scrape off ice and snow from his pedes so he doesn't track it in but can settle down while Zero cuddles up to him in his lap. He's always so warm, and they get to wear their weighted blanket around them and let Kraken ask them countless questions about winter and snow.

Zero doesn't mind answering and happily explains in full detail to what he asks, and at some point even brings up how humans make special hot drinks just to warm up when it's cold outside! Kraken cannot digest normal human food stuffs but he can get the bare basics and apply it to energon treats for the same effect so they can share a cute hot mug moment together!

Other than that, they tend to stay in and focus on staying together and catching up tv shows since they have time to burn until it's warm again to go outside and explore. Kraken's always been one for exploring once he found out just how big the Earth was and how much life it had. Kraken also has a tendency to talk a lot during shows, but Zero doesn't mind as they both speak outloud statements or questions and the other answers or offers an explanation of what they think as they intake new information from the series.

📌 Your f/o has gotten the idea stuck in their head that they want to write you little notes for you to find throughout the day. They get up early to start hiding all the little notes they have written the past few days.

Where do they hide the notes? Is it places you visit daily or more obscure places so it comes as an extra surprise when you do find them? What's written on them? How does your f/o react whenever you find one?

This is like 100% on the money of something that Kraken would do! He's comfortable showing his love but sometimes he likes to be more creative and just get these sudden ideas to do something cutesy.

Kraken recalls information on how Zero usually goes about their day, especially around him and he places them specifically in places they will go through or find. He sorta did want to go the route of making it like a riddle or treasure hunt but can't help himself and wants to be around when they do find them so he can see their face!

Kraken takes care to put very specific sappy words or sayings on the notes but with a twist. He will put them in morse code and add a key to decipher it!

Zero knows what Kraken's handwriting looks like, very perfectly neat but usually in all caps as he prefers and when they find one they are set on decoding the note to impress Kraken and also do so cause they really wanna know and know how much it means to him.

One after one, Zero gives a soft 'aaw' and chuckle and gives him a soft playful pun back and lots of praise. He loves praise, it makes him melt and his engines rev.

Zero keeps each note in their special binder, nice and organized so they can look back on them and cherish the memory since their memory isn't always so great so it's nice to have something so they have help and can relive those special times.

#thank you for the ask!#you can send more if you'd like! i appreciate it so much!#kraken #self #zero is me #sometimes i speak in 3rds #< working on that tag since i feel its vital info #jic #long post #word heavy #text wall #platonic selfship

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