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The Witch's New Patron

This was a collab with my friend @theproductofcreativity with her oc: Gleam, set in the Knightformer's AU created by @archie-sunshine

Please enjoy!

Gleam liked her little life. The potions she made and the shop she sold them in. It was far enough away from the nearest town to preserve her peace, but still close enough to walk to. No one to disturb her herb garden or interrupt her reading on rainy days. Of course there were customers to handle, but that's what she signed up for. Making and selling potions involved dealing with people. Most of them were nice and respectful, perusing her wares and sometimes making polite conversation before making a purchase and continuing on their way.

Such a shame they can't all be nice.

Unfortunately, there occasionally came a real piece of work. Someone demanding a discount, trying to haggle, being down right rude because she was a halfling. Even getting angry and threatening harm for a myriad of reasons, the biggest one being refusing them a sale. A few flashy fire spells usually did the trick to dispel them at least.

Still, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. She had her cottage. The shop itself connected to her potion making area/kitchen, and up a hidden staircase there was her living quarters. Her bedroom and a lounging area. Small and cozy, just enough for her.

The thought brought a small smile to her face as she set out freshly made potions to be sold. These ones in particular were for healing burns.

There was the sound of the shop door opening, accompanied by a soft ring from the bell hanging over it.

“...Hello?” a voice called out from the main area, Gleam peaked out from the back where she was. A tall elf stood dressed in a simple white tunic and dark green trousers, their blonde hair in loose braids although their long bangs hung out in front of half their face. They looked around the shop, taking in everything with bored ruby colored eyes. Their attention turned to some crystals she had hanging above some displays, tapping at the gems as they examined them.

“Welcome.” Pale blue words floated a bit away from the elf. “Anything in particular you're looking for today?”

Gleam rounded a corner, coming into view and revealing herself as the source of the magic words.

They blinked, seemingly caught off guard by the floating words. Taking in the halfling for a moment they shot her a charming smile. “You must be the owner? A pleasure to meet you, miss…?” They held out a hand.

“Gleam.” The words spelled out, she dusted her hands off on her apron before taking hold of their’s.

However, instead of shaking her hand, they brought it close and placed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Gleam…” they said it as if testing the way it rolled off their tongue. “I’ve heard a lot about the talented witch that runs this shop. All good things, of course.” Their eyes drifted over the tattooed runes on her arms before she pulled it out of their grasp.

“Right. Sure you have. Flirting isn't going to get you any discounts.” Gleam took a step back away from them, clearly unamused already. “You must want something rare or expensive, then.”

“Perceptive.” If there was any lapse in their apparent amusement, it didn’t show in the face of rejection. instead they stepped to the front counter before leaning back against it. “I heard you were one of the only witches that could make an immortality potion. Or at least the only one that isn’t living it up in a king’s private castle. If that’s true, I’d love to make your patronage.”

Ah, that rumor. She hadn't heard that one in a minute. Where did it even come from, anyway? “Not quite. It's a long lasting healing potion that lasts about a month. But the ingredients are hard to come by so it's pretty expensive. I only take payment up front for this one.”

“A long lasting healing potion, huh? Are there any limitations to it? How fast does the healing work?” They didn’t share the look of disappointment that most people did before storming out. Instead they looked more intrigued.

“Aside from the foul taste and the fact the one month time limit, you can’t take too much damage. The magic can’t heal what isn’t there, so if you’re hoping this will regrow a lung or something, you’re shit out of luck.” They chuckled at her wording, but nodded for her to continue. “From what I gather, the healing can take anywhere from a couple of minutes to an hour depending on severity, but it does take longer towards the end of the time limit.”

It was a shit deal for anyone in enough constant danger to need something like this, but you make do with what you can. It almost piqued her interest to know what this elf was involved in to warrant them seeking out an immortality potion in the first place. However, most people she saw did this to maintain a legacy, or out of fear for their mortality. She doubted there was more to this customer.

“Hm, a fair trade off I would say. And I could provide payment of course.” Their hand traveled to the top of their tunic, tugging the collar down to show more of their chest. She could make out the slim curves of their breast, but only a sliver as they fixed her with a sultry look. “I could even pay you in other ways, gorgeous.”

Gleam fixed them with an unamused look. This elf definitely wasn't the first to offer their “services” as a form of payment, but at least they were better looking than most who had offered. “Not interested. This potion is expensive and hard to make and if you're serious about wanting it then I want actual payment. And even if it wasn't so expensive I still wouldn't accept your ‘payment’.”

They held her stare for a moment, probably trying to call some bluff, before they chuckled. “Can’t blame me for trying, can you?”

They reached into a bag attached to their belt, pulling out a small coin bag. “Would this cover it?” They tossed the bag to Gleam, she caught and inspected the contents. It was filled with gold coins, even just a cursory glance she could tell it was a little more than she would charge for such a potion.

“Of course the offer still stands, if it doesn’t.”

“This should be enough, but before I agree to the sale I have one more question for you. Why do you want this potion? I've had too many wanna be hero idiots coming in asking for the potion just to go gallivanting around getting themselves hurt for no good reason. And don't try lying to me.”

“Hm? Can you blame me for wanting to have a little fun with little consequences?” They didn’t hesitate, that bright smile on their face. Her eyes narrowed at them before they sighed in defeat.

“If you must know, I spend my nights servicing my company to lonely saps looking to not spend a night alone. Most of the time they are simple to deal with, however there are some that have more violent desires.” They pulled their shirt collar away from their neck and revealed the dark bruises. Gleam could only guess that they went further down their freckled skin before they pulled the cloth back.

“On top of the marks being inconvenient for new clients, some pay a lot of coin to indulge in their desires to hurt me. While I’m willing to provide, it’s a pain in the arse. If this potion is what you say then it would be worth the coin.”

Gleam thought it over for a few moments. “That's reasonable. You have yourself a deal.” Finally she pocketed the coins. “It'll take about a week for me to make the potion. Are there any active spells on you or any other magic you use daily? I'll have to adjust the formula if there is so it doesn't cause any issues.”

There was a twitch in their brow at the question. Although their lazy smile remained, there was a glint of unease in their eyes.

“…nope, I’m not a regular spell caster.” They pushed themself off the counter and started for the door. “I’ll see you in a week.”

Now wait a damn minute.

A phantom hand manifested and grabbed the back of their tunic, stopping them in their tracks as Gleam rushed up to them. The hand dissipated as she spun them around, yanked them down by their collar, and held their chin in her other hand.

“The hell-?!”

“You're lying to me. Tell me the truth, now.” A rune on her hand lit up, causing the freckles dotted all over her face to light up a pale blue as well. Perfectly illuminating the stern look on her face as her truth spell began to activate.

Their eyes went wide at the sight before grimacing and biting their tongue. She clearly wasn’t the first person to try and use magic to pry in their head and make them do something they didn’t want. They must've built some resistance to such spells, or at least know how to pull back. This was different, they’ve never encountered magic like this. Both the shear strength, but the way it felt like it knew all the ways to snake in.

“…I-I’ve been …cursed…” they grimace as the words are pulled out of them. “Ever since I was young the ability to shapeshift was forced on me…” All that confidence was lost as they glared at the witch.

Satisfied with their answer, Gleam let them go. “Sorry for forcing it like that. I didn't want to risk any adverse reactions.” Her expression softened to a more sympathetic one. “I'm afraid I don't know much about curses though. I can account for the shape shifting, but I can't do much about a curse. I'm sorry.”

Their shoulders relax as her magic pulled away from them. “.., it’s fine. I’ve never met anyone that could, but it does have its perks.”

“I can imagine. Shapeshifting magic is pretty difficult, but if you have a solid grasp on it it's pretty great to have. Such a shame it was forced on you though.” Seeing them relax, she did feel a bit bad for getting into their head and forcing them to tell the truth. She never liked using her truth spell but it was a necessary evil. “Before I let you go, I don't think I got your name?”

“... Camouflage. A bit on the nose, but names don’t matter much in my work.”

“I think it suits you. Either way, it's nice to meet you.” She held out her hand for them to shake.

They blinked at her, slightly surprised, but their sly smile still returned as they took her hand. “ I look forward to our patronage, Gleam.”

“As do I. And just one more thing.” She gripped their hand a bit tighter as another rune lit up. They felt soothing healing energy pulse up their arm and into the bruises on their chest. After a few moments the light faded and she released their hand. “To hold you over til the potion is done.”

They used their other hand to feel at their chest and neck, realizing that their bruises were gone. “Thanks… If I knew you’d be willing to heal me right away, I’d have saved the coins and just charmed you into doing so for free, darling.” They took the hand still in their grasp and kissed the knuckles once again.

“Many have tried and none have succeeded in schmoozing free stuff out of me. You're just lucky there was a few extra coins than necessary in that bag.” Still, Gleam let herself feel a little flattered. Camouflage was good looking and someone that attractive flirting with her, however fake it may be, was flattering.

And a week later, Gleam finally had the potion done. Primus, it was always such a whole thing to make. If Camouflage was going to be a repeat customer then she was going to have to start making it in batches. Well, at least it's over now.

The sound of the door opening and the bell ringing preceded her patron’s voice calling out. “Hey, Gleam. You ready for me?”

“Oh you know it. Got myself all prepared.” So what if sex wasn't that appealing to her? She could still joke.

“Gorgeous and efficient? How do you keep the other fae away?” that amused look was still fixed on their face as they approached the work area.

“I make a great pesticide.” She earned an amused chuckle. Gleam met them halfway, potion bottle in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. “Take the potion first and then drink the tea. The potion truly tastes horrendous.”

“I’ve had some pretty horrendous things in my mouth.” They took the bottle and inspected it: a low glow emitted from the milky green liquid. It looked only a little less thick than a syrup and they could see small chunks of something they couldn’t identify.

Taking a breath, they popped the cork and brought it to their lips. Throwing it back quickly like it was a shot of liquor, Gleam spotted a grimace before they fixed their face and handed the bottle back. Their face was fixed in clearly practiced smile, all the same they took the tea and chugged it just as fast as the potion. “You’re right, that was horrendous.”

“I warned you. I can't add anything to change the flavor or it could ruin the potion. The best I can do is offer chasers. But you should be good for the next month. Shall I mark you down as a repeat, or would you like to see how this goes first?”

“What, gonna make me swallow then try to get rid of me so soon? And here I thought we had something special.” They sighed wistfully.

“I would say the best thing is to make sure the potion works. I’m sure I can find someone to try and mark me up.” They lean forward and twirl a piece of Gleam’s red curls around their finger. “Reconsidered my offer? I’m sure you couldn’t keep me out of your mind for this past week.”

Gleam just rolled her eyes. “Oh you wish I'd show you that much attention. But since you're clearly so desperate for me I suppose I can indulge you just this once.” Taking the hand from her hair, she brought it to her lips in a gentle kiss. Then without warning, she opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into their hand.

“Ow- Fuck!” they yank their hand out of her mouth and hold it close to their chest. “What the hell, Gleam? At least establish some safe word before you-!” their eyes widened as it landed on their hand, watching as the bite mark began to disappear before their eyes.

“Woah. You weren’t kidding when you said it was fast…”

“Told you! Sorry for biting you but I figured you'd be getting those kinds of wounds anyway so it'd be the best way to show it works. I'll be sure to kiss it better next time.” She finished with a wink.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, love.” They rubbed at their hand, not feeling any pain at all.

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foxespen · 6 months ago

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Glowing Eyes

Hello taking a chance with posting one of the first transformers pics I ever wrote! A huge thanks to @foxespen for helping me so much with writing this! Wheeler, Liam, Cass, and Junior belong to her as well and Lightstreak belongs to me!

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Wheeler doesn’t always understand human traditions. Even after living there for 10 earth years at this point, some things still don’t always make sense to her. Things like ‘memes’, children, or, in this case, camping. Why build or buy a house and then go sleep in the woods with all the…ugh, bugs crawling everywhere? Just the thought of them made her plating crawl.

However, she still wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. It’s nice to get away and be with the human family she’s grown to cherish. Cassidy and Junior are almost 11, and they’re still always so excited to come to the orchard every year. On top of that, the trips probably do wonders for Liam as getaways from the stress of the cities and the auto shop.

Wheeler reflects on this as she watches the campfire’s flames dance in the dark, little chunks of burnt marshmallow and hot dogs charred in the pit. Suppose she could add ‘burning your food to a crisp’ to the list of things she doesn’t understand about humans. Oh well, the kids seem to be having fun. “Careful with the sugar, kids, I doubt your old man can keep chasing you around the forest in the middle of the night forever.” She laughs as the old man gives her a glare.

“Ah, let ‘em live, woman! ‘Sides, that extra energy can come in handy in case you gotta outrun a monster.”

“Monsters?” Junior says through a mouth full of marshmallows.

“Liam, don’t.” Wheeler warns flatly. “Because I’m gonna end up being the one needing to ‘protect’ them tonight.”

“Fine, fine, I guess they won’t get to hear about the Detroit Banshee.”

“The Detroit Banshee?”

Oh, Primus, here we go.

The older man leans forward. “ That’s right, she lives in these very woods! They say that long ago, a light shot from the sky and into these woods, and that’s when… she appeared.” He gestures to the trees surrounding them. “First, you hear the branches creak, and then a ghostly wail.”

Liam shoots Wheeler a pointed wink. She rolls her optics and turns her fans on, startling the children at the light whirring sound.

“Then after that, you hear the faint sound of a woman crying. Just about the saddest cry you’ve ever heard. The kind of cry that makes you want to run off and help her.” Some critter scuttles around just behind them, sending the kids closer to Wheeler. “But that, there, is her trick. To lure you closer and closer…” He leans in, his voice softening to a whisper with every word. “Until the last thing you see is a pair of ghastly, Red eyes… and then-” Liam jumps forwards, arms stretched out towards the kids. “She Gets Ya!”

The kids screech, hurting Wheeler’s audio components as they climb and cling to her. Liam doubles over in laughter, earning a glare from his twins. “DAD, QUIT IT!”

“Hehahaha! Oh you kids are too easy!” Liam cackles.

“Yeah, thanks Liam, now they really aren't going to sleep.” Wheeler sighs.

“No problem, Wheels!” He wipes the tears from his eyes. “Now, they ain’t gonna be running around those woods, now.”

Wheeler rolls her optics for the umpteenth time, servos patting the children’s backs to sooth them. “Come on, guys, your old man is just messing with you. There’s no such thing as a ‘Detroit Banshee’”

“B-but, how do you know that? I mean, there’s such a thing as you, so who knows what’s out there?!”

“Gee, thanks kid.” Wheeler answers dryly. “ Well, it’s probably about time we get to sleep. Or at least however much we can get when your old man starts sawing logs.” The kids giggle as Wheeler pushes them to their little tents. “I’ll keep the fire going for a bit longer so you kids can see if you need it.” The kids reluctantly nod as they wish the two goodnight and crawl into their sleeping bags.

“You know you can always live a little, right? Scary stories are a rite of passage for camping.”

“Well we’ll see how smug you’ll be when you have to wash their sleeping bags because they were too scared to go to the bathroom. Now you get to bed too, you old fart, if you wanna make it to the lake at a good time tomorrow.”

The senior grumbles about her needing to get off his back, but goes to his tent nonetheless.

Wheeler finds herself staring up into the night sky… this world is strange, the people on it even stranger. She supposes she should feel alienated, after all being a literal alien. Oddly enough, she’s never felt more at home. She’s never able to connect with any of the bots on Cybertron, always feeling like she was unwelcome on her own planet. Of course, this world isn’t perfect. Wheeler is sure there’re plenty of people that don’t want her here, but the people that do make it pretty impossible to care.

But still, some things she was just unable to connect with them on. There isn’t much she could do about it, but sometimes she thinks it might be nice to have someone that understands how she feels in those moments…

Wheeler is brought out of her thoughts by loud snoring, glancing at her family to see them all fast asleep. Oh well, there isn’t much use dwelling on it now. She grabs the bucket of lake water and dumps it on the fire. Once fully extinguished, she lays back on the tarp covered ground and lets her optics close as she drifts into recharge.

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“Wheeler… Wheeler!” Her blue optics blink as she feels little hands smacking at her faceplate. She pushes them away and turns over. Alas, it is in vain. The tiny hands continue to torment her. “Wheeler!”

She lets her optics stay open this time, staring back at the scared little faces in front of her.

“Alright, alright, I’m up. Who needs to go to the bathroom?”

“No, Wheeler, it’s the Banshee! We heard her!”

Wheeler groans, “No, it’s not.”

“Yes it is! Listen!”

Wheeler loves these two to death, but she swears that she’s gonna strangle them one day. Still she sits up and listens around. “I don’t hear any-”

Wheeler freezes as a soft sob rings through the trees.

“O…ok some weird animal is making noises.” She stands with a sigh, knowing she was gonna have to check it out. “Just stay here, I’ll go shoo whatever it is away.” Wheeler follows the sound.

Most likely it has to be an owl, or some other bird. Wheeler counts herself lucky that most animals out here aren’t that big. Especially since she isn’t that tall in comparison to other cybertronians, only standing at about 13 ft. Hopefully it isn’t something like a bear, she really isn’t in the mood for trying to scare one of those away.

As she nears the source of the crying, slowing her speed to a creep. As she carefully brushes some branches out of the way, and freezes.

That wasn’t a fucking animal…. It was a cybertronian…. And a big one. A flier with scarred purple armor hunched over on the forest floor.

She needed to go back quickly and get the Jacksons out of here. Wheeler begins to back away, but in her silent panic, fails to notice the root her ped was now hooked on. She yelps as she falls, her wheel getting stuck in the root. She starts to yank her ped, only to freeze as the glowing red eyes zone in on her. The figure stood to her full height.

Shit, she was really tall!

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!” a blaster is now in her face, furthering her panic.

“H-hold on! I’m not here to cause any trouble!” Her optics trail to the insignia on the bot’s chassis, or at least what is left of it. Wheeler recognized the Decepticon emblem, but it was heavily scratched.

“Hey! Optics up here, brat!”

Wheeler’s optics flew back up. “B-Brat?!”

“Who sent you?”

“Wha- no one sent me! Can you please get that thing out of my face?!” Yeah, maybe it was a bad idea to back talk the bot with a blaster aimed at her, but Wheeler was also freaking out. She took a deep breath before continuing. “My designation is Wheeler. And you?”

The bot stared her down for a minute, clearly skeptical, before lowering her blaster. “...Lightstreak.”

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? What are you doing out here? Wasn’t exactly expecting to see a con out this far.”

“I am not affiliated with the Decepticons. And I could say the same for you. I didn’t pick up on any autobot or con signals out here.”

“Yeah, cause I’m neither. I left Cybertronian space a long time ago to get away from all that bullshit. And stop avoiding my question.”

"Hm. At least you've got half a processor in your helm. And the reason I'm out here is precisely none of your business." Despite her harsh tone and words, she knelt down and got Wheeler's ped unstuck from the root before standing and offering a hand to help Wheeler up. "Now get up. You're small enough as it is and I'd rather not talk to you when you're all the way on the ground."

Wheeler’s brow ridge twitched, but she decided not to say anything. She takes the offered servo, slightly surprised at how gentle Lightstreak was being. Before she could say anything, the bushes behind them rustled.

“Wheeler! Where are you?!”

“Did you get eaten by the banshee?!”

Lightstreak retreats back to the shadows as Cassidy and Junior pop out of the shrubbery.

“Wheeler! You’re not eaten!” The two run up and cling to her stabilizers.

“Of course not, you dorks. There’s no banshee out here.” She shook her head.

Cassidy looks behind Wheeler and screams while pointing.

“THE BANSHEE!” Wheeler turns back and sees Lightstreak’s optics. Great! Now she had two piss scared little kids and a giant ex con.

“Uh… hey, can you come out for a sec! Just so these brats will calm down. I promise these two aren't venomous or whatever!”

Lightstreak hesitated for a moment. She wanted to just leave, but she didn't want the children to be scared. She really had no qualm with humans.

Slowly, she stepped out from the shadows.

"Really? Banshee? Not the most creative nickname I've been called, but I think I like the sound of it."

The kids peek out from behind Wheeler, “Another robot?”

“Yep. Another robot. In fact she’s an alien like me, and therefore not a banshee. Which means you can go back to-”

“Wait!” Junior interrupted. “You’re an alien like Wheeler?”

“I…Suppose I would be an alien to you, yes.” It wasn’t exactly the reaction Lightstreak was expecting. She especially didn’t expect the children’s look of curiosity to melt into pure excitement as they rushed to her before either bot could make a move.

“That’s so cool! How long have you been here? Are you and Wheeler related?” Cassidy asked quickly.

“Huh? No we’re-”

“And you’re so big! Do you also turn into a scooter but like a giant scooter? Can we ride the giant scooter?” Junior cut Lightstreak off with his own rapid fire.

What is with these two?! “That’s not-”

“Do you live in the woods? Do you have a place to go?” The twins gasp in unison and whip around to Wheeler. “Can she come back with us? Please, please, please, please!” They begged.

Wheeler felt her brow twitch more. “ Guys, now come on- we don’t- it would be rude-” The little pouts bore into her spark… ugh she better not regret this.

“... fine.” the two cheer. “IF she is ok with it.”

“Absolutely not! I am not going anywhere with-” The kids turn their puppy dog stare on to Lightstreak. And by the allspark, she has no idea what she’s looking at or why it makes her feel bad for not agreeing. “...fine, I'll go with you.”

The two squeal in excitement, jumping around their new friend. Wheeler groans, the sugar rush decides to kick in now? This was not how she thought the weekend was gonna go.

“Alright then, come on.” Wheeler motions for Lightstreak to follow her as she picks the two children up. “The camp site isn’t that far from here.”

As they walk the kids turn to face the flier. “My name’s Cassidy, this is my baby brother, we call him Junior.”

“Hey, you’re only 12 minutes older than me!”

The young girl ignores him. “What’s your name?”

“Lightstreak.”

“Do you turn into a giant scooter?”

“No, I turn into a jet.”

Junior gasped, “ Can you fly us around?”

“Not happening, squirt.” Wheeler shuts him down, earning a whine.

Cassidy jumps in, “Is that why you’re so tall?”

“Yep.” Lightstreak wasn’t sure how much they knew about Decepticons, but regardless she didn’t need to indulge them on the specifics of flier coding genetics. “Are all humans this chatty?”

“Just the obnoxious ones.” Wheeler retorts, earning a chuckle from the larger bot.

“You’re just mad cause she’s bigger than you!” The children both blow raspberries at her, earning a full on laugh from Lightstreak.

“Well, if Wheeler here is a scooter then it makes sense why she’s so small and adorable. I bet I could carry her around in my subspace.”

“Try it and I’ll dismantle your legs.” Wheeler shot a glare over her shoulder strut.

Lightstreak needs to watch herself, she’s starting to like these three.

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foxespen · 6 months ago

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A New Life

Back from vacation posting another fic I have hidden in my Google drive. Once again thanking @foxespen for helping me write this! She owns Scraplet and I own the sparkling, who's name happens to be Vi (since she isn't named in the story) Hope you all enjoy!

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Even with the Quintessons dealt with, Scraplet knew he shouldn't be out exploring alone. Starscream had to have noticed he was missing by now and he was definitely going to get grounded when he got back. Oh well. It would be worth it after getting to see so much.

Still, he's been out for a while. Maybe he should head ba-

A loud cry cut off his thoughts. Wings perked up, he was immediately on high alert as he scanned the area. He could only see the usual fauna that lived on the surface, whispy plants swaying in the soft wind. Suddenly he saw something move in the bush along with another cry. He kept his blaster at the ready as he approached, but froze when he finally got a peak at what was causing the noise.

A tiny transformer squirming uncomfortably in the grass. Scraplet had never seen one like this, lacking armor and the protoform looked soft and pudgy.

“H-hello, little one. Where did you come from?” He reached out and gently brushed her helm with his digits.

The tiny transformer let out a distressed whine and reached for him, grasping at his digits with her little servos. She didn't respond verbally, or even seem to understand what he said.

Maybe her voice box was malfunctioning? He should take her to Starscream and get her help. Carefully picking her up in his arms, he was able to feel how soft the protoform was. It was an odd feeling, but not an unpleasant one. “I hope you don’t mind me carrying you. It’s a little ways away from our base and it will be fast for me to fly us there.”

She settled her weight onto him almost as soon as he picked her up. Her only other response was a nonsensical babble as she seemed happier to be off the ground.

Scraplet couldn’t help but chuckle, this weird tiny transformer was kind of cute. He felt a protective feeling deep in his chassis. Holding her securely he booted up his thrusters and took off to the sky. Going slow and steady, he kept glancing back to the little one to make sure she was ok.

The tiny bot was visibly nervous, clinging to him and burying her faceplates in his neck cables. She was whimpering a little, but not full on crying just yet. Scraplet gently pulled her closer to his chassis, letting her hear the subtle hum of his engine. “It’s gonna be ok. Starscream will know what to do. Maybe Soundwave can help, too! He’s an expert with minicons!” He gave her a warm grin.

Little tear filled optics stared up at him for a moment before smushing back into his chassis. She still didn't seem to understand what he was saying, but clung tighter to him either way.

Scraplet’s smile fell and his optics widened. Oh no, he made her more upset! Ok, better get to the base a little quicker. Hopefully Starscream will know what to do.

The Decepticon Air commander stood at the landing pad with his arms crossed and his pede tapping impatiently as he watched the sky.

“You’re going to break your thrusters.”

Starscream glanced back to meet Megatron’s optics, clicking his glossa as he started passing instead. “He knows he needs to consult me before leaving the base alone. Especially if he’s gone for this long. Ugh when he comes back he’s going to be on washroom duty for two- no three weeks!”

Megatron rolled his optics as Starscream screeched out his frustrations. “The boy isn’t going to learn how to handle himself if you keep coddling him.”

The seeker’s wings twitched in irritation. “I will handle my underling and decide when he is ready to ‘handle himself’, my lord.” He tried to control the amount of venom he spat out with the title.

Both mechs perked up when they heard the sound of thrusters getting closer, spotting the youngling gently coming to a stop on the landing pad.

“Scraplet! Where have you been? You know you’re not supposed to-” The seeker froze when he got closer and saw the small sparkling in his arms. “W-what the-? Wh-where did you get a sparkling?!”

At the mention of a sparkling, Megatron quickly approached to look at the little one.

Said sparkling was still clutched against Scraplet's chassis, clinging as tightly as her little servos could. She let out a loud distressed whine, clearly not liking all the sudden attention.

“I-I found her out in a field.” Scraplet nervously tried to explain. “I think something is wrong with her vocalizer. She won't talk.”

“Of course she won’t, she’s a sparkling!” Starscream exclaimed as he looked the little one over. “She looks so young… You found her in the field?” Megatron’s face turned dark at the thought of the sparkling being left all alone in a slagging field. Right now he had to focus on the problem in front of him, but he intended to hunt down the carrier and have a chat.

“A sparkling?” Scraplet tilted his helm in confusion. “What’s a sparkling? Is it a kind of minibot? That’s what I thought she might be.”

Said Sparkling was finally lifting her helm just barely enough to look at the two larger bots. Wide, tearful optics stared at the seeker and warlord for a moment before she hid her faceplates again.

“A sparkling is a young Cybertronian. One that has just been brought to life by a carrier and sire.” Starscream explained as he tried to get a closer look at the sparkling.

“You mean like when you created me? But I don’t remember being this small.”

“You weren’t. You were cold constructed like most bots are nowadays.” He pointed at Scraplet. “You emerged with a younger frame, but still fully functioning as a grown bot.” He pointed at the sparkling. “Judging by the lack of armor, this one has only recently emerged and will take a long time before she can walk or speak on her own.”

“We should take her to Soundwave for a check up. Who knows what she might be carrying.” Starscream reached towards the bitty to take her out of Scraplet’s hold.

The sparkling shrunk away from Starscream as he tried to take her. He was new and scary and she didn't want to go with him.

“M-maybe I should hold her. She’s pretty skittish.” Scraplet held her tighter as he gently patted her helm. The sparkling blinked up at him before taking his digits into her tiny servo. After examining his servo she stuck a digit in her intake, chewing with soft protoform instead of sharp denta.

Starscream sighs before he gestured for his ward to follow him. “Don’t think I forgot you left without permission. We’ll discuss your grounding later.”

The young seeker’s wing dropped slightly as he sighed. Meanwhile Megatron was following close behind, meeting the sparkling’s optics that were now on him. They were yellow, almost too big for her faceplate though she would likely grow into them.

He can’t remember the last time he had properly seen a sparkling, or been allowed near one. They were common among the higher class, those that could afford someone else to take care of them. In the mines however, it was a hazard. Even if you could find time to spark another bot, it would be too dangerous to carry the thing down there. And if you got to the emergence? The guards could snatch them away, never allowing the carrier to see their bittlet again…

It made his tanks churn and his energon boil thinking about it.

Pulling Scraplet’s digit out of her intake, the bitty continued to stare at Megatron. After another moment or two a small smile formed on her tiny lipplates. The first smile she's given since being found.This sparkling, this tiny little bitty, smiled at him. Completely ignorant to his inner turmoil, to everything he's done. He knew in that moment he couldn't, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Wouldn't let her have the same miserable life he did.

He would make sure of it.

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Glowing Eyes

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“Ah, let ‘em live, woman! ‘Sides, that extra energy can come in handy in case you gotta outrun a monster.”

“Monsters?” Junior says through a mouth full of marshmallows.

“Liam, don’t.” Wheeler warns flatly. “Because I’m gonna end up being the one needing to ‘protect’ them tonight.”

“Fine, fine, I guess they won’t get to hear about the Detroit Banshee.”

“The Detroit Banshee?”

Oh, Primus, here we go.

Liam shoots Wheeler a pointed wink. She rolls her optics and turns her fans on, startling the children at the light whirring sound.

The kids screech, hurting Wheeler’s audio components as they climb and cling to her. Liam doubles over in laughter, earning a glare from his twins. “DAD, QUIT IT!”

“Hehahaha! Oh you kids are too easy!” Liam cackles.

“Yeah, thanks Liam, now they really aren't going to sleep.” Wheeler sighs.

“No problem, Wheels!” He wipes the tears from his eyes. “Now, they ain’t gonna be running around those woods, now.”

“B-but, how do you know that? I mean, there’s such a thing as you, so who knows what’s out there?!”

“You know you can always live a little, right? Scary stories are a rite of passage for camping.”

The senior grumbles about her needing to get off his back, but goes to his tent nonetheless.

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She lets her optics stay open this time, staring back at the scared little faces in front of her.

“Alright, alright, I’m up. Who needs to go to the bathroom?”

“No, Wheeler, it’s the Banshee! We heard her!”

Wheeler groans, “No, it’s not.”

“Yes it is! Listen!”

Wheeler loves these two to death, but she swears that she’s gonna strangle them one day. Still she sits up and listens around. “I don’t hear any-”

Wheeler freezes as a soft sob rings through the trees.

As she nears the source of the crying, slowing her speed to a creep. As she carefully brushes some branches out of the way, and freezes.

That wasn’t a fucking animal…. It was a cybertronian…. And a big one. A flier with scarred purple armor hunched over on the forest floor.

Shit, she was really tall!

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!” a blaster is now in her face, furthering her panic.

“Hey! Optics up here, brat!”

Wheeler’s optics flew back up. “B-Brat?!”

“Who sent you?”

The bot stared her down for a minute, clearly skeptical, before lowering her blaster. “...Lightstreak.”

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? What are you doing out here? Wasn’t exactly expecting to see a con out this far.”

“I am not affiliated with the Decepticons. And I could say the same for you. I didn’t pick up on any autobot or con signals out here.”

“Yeah, cause I’m neither. I left Cybertronian space a long time ago to get away from all that bullshit. And stop avoiding my question.”

“Wheeler! Where are you?!”

“Did you get eaten by the banshee?!”

Lightstreak retreats back to the shadows as Cassidy and Junior pop out of the shrubbery.

“Wheeler! You’re not eaten!” The two run up and cling to her stabilizers.

“Of course not, you dorks. There’s no banshee out here.” She shook her head.

Cassidy looks behind Wheeler and screams while pointing.

“THE BANSHEE!” Wheeler turns back and sees Lightstreak’s optics. Great! Now she had two piss scared little kids and a giant ex con.

“Uh… hey, can you come out for a sec! Just so these brats will calm down. I promise these two aren't venomous or whatever!”

Lightstreak hesitated for a moment. She wanted to just leave, but she didn't want the children to be scared. She really had no qualm with humans.

Slowly, she stepped out from the shadows.

"Really? Banshee? Not the most creative nickname I've been called, but I think I like the sound of it."

The kids peek out from behind Wheeler, “Another robot?”

“Yep. Another robot. In fact she’s an alien like me, and therefore not a banshee. Which means you can go back to-”

“Wait!” Junior interrupted. “You’re an alien like Wheeler?”

“That’s so cool! How long have you been here? Are you and Wheeler related?” Cassidy asked quickly.

“Huh? No we’re-”

“And you’re so big! Do you also turn into a scooter but like a giant scooter? Can we ride the giant scooter?” Junior cut Lightstreak off with his own rapid fire.

What is with these two?! “That’s not-”

“Do you live in the woods? Do you have a place to go?” The twins gasp in unison and whip around to Wheeler. “Can she come back with us? Please, please, please, please!” They begged.

Wheeler felt her brow twitch more. “ Guys, now come on- we don’t- it would be rude-” The little pouts bore into her spark… ugh she better not regret this.

“... fine.” the two cheer. “IF she is ok with it.”

The two squeal in excitement, jumping around their new friend. Wheeler groans, the sugar rush decides to kick in now? This was not how she thought the weekend was gonna go.

“Alright then, come on.” Wheeler motions for Lightstreak to follow her as she picks the two children up. “The camp site isn’t that far from here.”

As they walk the kids turn to face the flier. “My name’s Cassidy, this is my baby brother, we call him Junior.”

“Hey, you’re only 12 minutes older than me!”

The young girl ignores him. “What’s your name?”

“Lightstreak.”

“Do you turn into a giant scooter?”

“No, I turn into a jet.”

Junior gasped, “ Can you fly us around?”

“Not happening, squirt.” Wheeler shuts him down, earning a whine.

Cassidy jumps in, “Is that why you’re so tall?”

“Just the obnoxious ones.” Wheeler retorts, earning a chuckle from the larger bot.

“You’re just mad cause she’s bigger than you!” The children both blow raspberries at her, earning a full on laugh from Lightstreak.

“Well, if Wheeler here is a scooter then it makes sense why she’s so small and adorable. I bet I could carry her around in my subspace.”

“Try it and I’ll dismantle your legs.” Wheeler shot a glare over her shoulder strut.

Lightstreak needs to watch herself, she’s starting to like these three.

#Wheeler #TFA Wheeler #Lightstreak #TFA Lightstreak

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foxespen · 8 months ago

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completed commission for @foxespen !!! TYSM!!

#TFA Wheeler Valveplug

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foxespen · 8 months ago

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completed oc x canon commission for @theproductofcreativity !

#ES Lightstreak Valveplug

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foxespen · 11 months ago

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i know we joke about cis artists having the weirdest sense of anatomy, but also even when the anatomy is fine, no one seems to want to draw women doing normal things

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foxespen · 1 year ago

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when you're scrubbing through G1 episodes, you really see how ridiculous it can be. with that, here's 6 unedited gifs of megatron acting sillay.

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foxespen · 1 year ago

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Thank you for feeding us that good good angst

Oh goodness! The Megatron’s daughter post has plagued my brain with so many sad ideas! Can you picture how she handles the situation when Megatron got injured after the space bridge explosion? The amount of complicated feelings swirling around seeing him hurt on the medical table like that? And you just know that Starscream is going to take advantage of it in some way: would he use it as a way to bypass Buddy’s authority on the grounds that she is “in no state of mind to lead”? Does he use her grief to manipulate her and influence her actions?

And none of this is even getting into what would happen if she ran into Optimus and the Autobots! Would she resent him based on what she had been told for millions of years? Would he feel guilty for how things have gone for her? So many thoughts and I love the angst

Okay lets do this!

I actually have another request that is similar to this one, so I am dividing the writing into two. This part is centered more around yours, but there are things that are left out for the sake of getting to the other one and completing the story.

If you really love the angst, this one is definitely for you.

Buddy needs a hug after all this is over.

There will be tears

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality: Soundwave's Plan

SFW, ANGST, You have been warned!, Mention of wounds and violence, nothing too gory, familial (Soundwave is best uncle), Cybertronian reader

TFP

Soundwave had enough.

His niece’s life was in danger, and he knew well enough that her father wasn’t going to do anything about it.

Megatron’s mission main priority was Prime, not Buddy.

Soundwave could live with that; he swore his loyalty to Megatron after all.

But he also swore to be Buddy’s uncle and default caretaker after… that day…

Soundwave coming to Buddy’s quarters with an energon cube in his servo.

Buddy sleeping on the makeshift desk, face plate on a data pad.

Soundwave placed the cube down and carries Buddy to her berth.

He places the cube by her desk and leaves.

When Megatron did not come back to the Nemesis after the spacebridge and Starscream came back alone, they both knew something happened to the War Lord.

He was surprised to see Buddy try and stay together as she assumed her position as Leader of the Decepticon Army once again.

This face was for the sake of the troops.

Not hers.

It was never about her and her needs.

Soundwave had seen through the cameras, Buddy grieved in silence, she made it her mission to never let anyone of the troops see her in that state, something he hated to see.

It didn’t help much when Starscream started enforcing more of his ideas, taking advantage of Buddy’s state.

Starscream and Buddy in the throne room.

“Starscream are you suggesting that we simply abandon the mining operation just like that?”--Buddy

“Of course, My Lady. It no longer serves us purpose and the mine has been stripped dry. We need to move to the next deposit before the Autobots do.”--Starscream

“And I agree that we need to go to the next one, but you’re suggesting we destroy the mine now. We still have our own down there with our machinery. We cannot leave them. We will not leave them.”--Buddy

“They are expendable—”--Starscream

“Those soldiers are not expendable!”--Buddy

“…You poor thing.”--Starscream

“Excuse me?”—Buddy

Starscream walking slowly towards Buddy, circling her.

“Still thinking we can save everyone don’t we?”--Starscream

“Starscream—”--Buddy

“We can not save everyone Lady Buddy. You know that firsthand don’t you?”--Starscream

“…”—Buddy

Buddy hanging her helm a bit low, avoiding Starscream’s hot glare.

“You let your grief blind your decision making. The Decepticons cannot have such… an impaired leader.”--Starscream

“What are you hinting at Starscream?”--Buddy

“Well, we need a leader with a clear conscious, not one who is barely holding everything together.”—Starscream

Buddy looks up glaring at the Second in Command.

“That’s enough.”--Buddy

“We need a ruthless leader—”—Starscream

Buddy’s servos clench tightly.

“I said enough.”--Buddy

“We need a ruthless Decepticon who can make tough calls, not some useless weakling! What would Megatron—”--Starscream

“ENOUGH!”—Buddy

Silence fills the room.

Buddy servos firmly clenched staring angrily at the Second in Command, who has a smug look on his face.

Buddy vents deeply looking down.

“…We will go to the spot you suggested Starscream, as soon as everyone is back on the Nemesis. No casualties unless necessary.”--Buddy

“BAH! And you call yourself Megatron’s offspring. What a pitiful creature.”--Starscream

Starscream walks out of the throne room leaving Buddy there alone, looking at the floor with tears filling up her optics.

The comments about her not being mentally fit for the role of leader were passed around the Nemesis like energon rations.

Soundwave knew about it.

Everyone knew about it.

But barely anyone said anything about it, as most chose to stay loyal to Buddy.

Not out of fear for Megatron potentially returning, but because they liked Buddy.

She made sure everyone who went on the scouting missions were accounted for and that they were fed.

She cared for them.

Buddy in the med bay with Knockout and breakdown with some wounded Vechicons.

“What’s the report Knockout?”--Buddy

“Nothing too bad. It looks worse than what it is.”--Knockout

Buddy holding the servo of the Vechicon Knockout was working with.

“Really?”--Buddy

The Vechicon squeezed her servo a bit.

“True. I’ll be out of here soon enough!”--Steve

Buddy squeezes a bit before letting go.

“Don’t go back to the heavy work immediately, work with smaller lighter things before going back.”--Buddy

“I’m the doctor here Buddy.”--Knockout

“And I’m unofficially a nurse. Am I wrong doctor?”--Buddy

“…”--Knockout

“She’s got you there Knockout.”--Breakdown

“Shut it!”--Knockout

When Megatron came back to the Nemesis alive, it was the first time in a while that he had seen Buddy light up with joy.

Her father was alive.

Megatron walking into the main room with Starscream by his side.

The room is filled with most of the Decepticons welcoming their leader back.

Buddy starts running towards her father.

“Megatron! Megatron you’re back!”--Buddy

Buddy picking up her pace a bit with open arms ready to hug him.

“I mis—”--Buddy

SLAM!

Buddy’s limp body is now on the other side of the room.

A slash is across her chassis, not too deep, but a good amount of energon was drawn.

Megatron’s saber glinting with Buddy’s energon.

Everyone is frozen in place not quite understanding what just happened.

He spares one glance.

“Pitiful. Everyone! Back to work!”--Megatron

He leaves the room with Starscream hot on his heels.

As soon as they both leave Soundwave and Knockout are by Buddy’s side as Breakdown and Steve try to keep the other worried Vechicons at bay.

“We need to get her to the med bay. It looks bad. Breakdown--”—Knockout

“Got it.”--Breakdown

Breakdown gently picks up Buddy as some of the crowd goes to follow Buddy while the others linger before going back to their own business.

Soundwave stands still in the place where Buddy went limp.

Snap!

Megatron hit her without cause.

This was not training.

This was done with malicious intent.

He would honestly understand it more if Buddy was a Starscream, the punishment would have been seen as fair.

But Buddy was not Starscream.

She was by far one of the most loyal Decepticons there had ever been.

Yet he discarded her like trash.

Soundwave had enough.

Megatron was going to offline his own daughter if he didn’t do anything about it.

Thus, The Plan was created.

He knew this was extremely risky and relied heavily on luck, but he gambled with worse odds. This was something he was willing to work with

It killed Soundwave to see Buddy losing more and more of herself as the training sessions became longer and the wounds were becoming more and more severe.

Breakdown and Knockout walking by the storage sectors and training hall.

BANG!

“AGAIN!”—Megatron

Knockout and Breakdown hiding near a corner outside the training room.

“Please, I can’t—”--Buddy

SLAM!

“AGAIN!”--Megatron

“Megatron—”--Buddy

BAM!

Knockout flinches a bit.

Breakdown puts a servo on Knockout’s shoulder while the other one was clenched.

“AGAIN!”--Megatron