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spacelattae · 1 month ago

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Uh Jazzop Angst Teaser

One day I will make my baby Jazz happy. Today is not that day.

Jazz was a good friend.

That’s what he told himself, at least, every time he walked through the enormous golden palace that had once belonged to Sentinel Prime and was now being rebuilt for the autobot cause— in a more utilitarian, less obnoxiously opulent manner, of course. It now hosted a war room, a surveillance room, the armory had grown exponentially, it was ringed with tough walls, and Optimus was even trying to get the giant tower to expand upward and breach the surface so they could reclaim the land that was once lost to them.

But he hardly paid that any mind now, not when he was on a very secret and special mission that involved him sneaking through the shadows like a wraith and keeping his chatty nature on hold for just a moment. He prided himself on being decidedly stealthy when he needed to be, something Prowl had always hated him for because it made it so easy to play practical jokes on him whenever he wanted. Poor mech was probably traumatized, to be very honest.

But, well, there were no practical jokes to be played now, because Jazz was currently tailing Optimus Prime, the now-glorious leader of the Autobots, whose very presence sent a reverent silence sweeping over the halls he walked through.

And whose constantly frustratingly sad face was starting to actually piss Jazz off.

He kept his battlemask up more often than not now, Jazz noticed. But it wasn’t enough to hide the way his optics somehow seemed duller with every passing day, even with a t-cog and the Matrix of Leadership imbuing him with power beyond reckoning every waking moment. You would think the presence of these things would make a mech more alive, but no— Optimus Prime seemed more dead inside than Orion Pax ever had, even covered in soot and grime and weary and drained from hard work in the mines. Orion Pax had always had a smile on his face. Orion Pax’s optics were always full of laughter and life. Orion Pax had always retained a mischievous streak to rival Jazz’s own, and Jazz could not count the number of times they’d rolled together, breathless with laughter, over a silly series of shenanigans they’d gotten up to on one of their rare shifts off together.

Optimus Prime, although he was now larger and stronger and wiser, had not laughed since the moment D-16— no, Megatron— had left.

And, see, it was up to Jazz to change that! Always had been. Optimus had named him Second In Command, and Jazz would be damned if he didn’t live up to that important title. And look, one of his jobs— literally, in the job description— was keeping troop morale high, right? And… Optimus was one of the troops?

Jazz was just being a good friend here. His spark definitely did not skip a beat when he met Optimus Prime’s vivid blue optics, his plating did not shudder with heat and charge when Optimus placed a comforting servo on his shoulder, his cabling didn’t thrum to life when Optimus shot him one of his rare smiles. No. That wasn’t real.

…

It definitely wasn’t what Optimus needed right now, in any case! He didn’t need that whole burden on his already-burdened shoulders, that Jazz had been hopelessly in love with him for cycles even though he knew it could never happen because Orion Pax and D-16 were a pair that could never be separated. They were a match forged by Primus. They were Thing 1 and Thing 2. Hammer and nail. Gold and blue. What D-16 had that Jazz didn’t, he would never know; and he certainly would never forgive that idiot, dumbaft, stupid mech for having the entire world in the palm of his servos and then throwing it away like it was nothing. He had Orion, he’d always fragging had Orion, and he took it for granted. He. Left. When he could have had everything he ever could have wanted.

And now Optimus, dragging his pedes more and more the closer he got to his chambers as if he was running out of the willpower to keep himself going, was suffering for it. The thing was, maybe so was Jazz, because he didn’t know how much longer he could keep playing this twisted game of pretend anymore.

Jazz was a good friend.

Yeah, sure, but friends didn’t sneak through the halls in the middle of night to quietly knock on the heavy metal door to one’s berthroom, now did they? Friends didn’t lean in the doorway casually, sacrificing sleep to crack jokes that didn’t reflect the pain in their spark just to see a shadow of a smile on a face that was once always lit with laughter.

Friends didn’t know, intimately, how the other’s dermas always, without fail, tasted distinctly of salt and bitter tears.

“Jazz,” Optimus murmured against his dermas as he was swiftly dragged in through the doorway and promptly lunged in for a hungry kiss— because Jazz would take any part of Optimus he could get, even when it meant nothing at all. “Jazz, I thought we said not tonight.”

“You can’t fool me, Bossbot,” Jazz smirked with a bravado he didn’t feel as he looked up and traced the haggard lines of Optimus’s faceplates with optics he was grateful were hidden by his visor. Else perhaps Optimus would have seen the worry there, the concern, the pain, the sparkbreak. “I saw you in the War Room today. You were completely out of it.”

Optimus sighed, long and heavy, and let Jazz push him onto his berth so he sat on its edge, his large servos coming to rest at their usual comforting position at Jazz’s hips as he stood between the Prime’s powerful thighs. Slowly, Optimus let his helm dip forward and hit Jazz’s right shoulder with a heavy clunk, his entire frame sagging with it. Instinctively, Jazz reached up to cradle the back of Optimus’s helm, tracing the intricate grooves there.

“That obvious?” the Prime mumbled, his deep voice reverberating through Jazz’s frame, and Jazz let out a quiet laugh.

“A little,” he chuckled, to which Optimus turned his helm so he was frowning at Jazz with a disapproving look. “Well. Obvious to me. Your optic color was a hex-code too off for it to be normal.”

And then Jazz immediately wanted to shoot himself in the mouth, because seriously what kind of just-friend notices that kind of stuff and okay now I’m busted and he’s going to be so suspicious and—

But Optimus just looked at him with optics that were too-soft, his face without his battlemask looking so much like the old Orion Pax with the constantly-upturned dermas Jazz’s spark ached. “Only you would notice that,” he smiled, amused, and yes, score, that was GREAT. “You’re far too perceptive to let me get away with things. It’s why you are a wonderful Second.”

Jazz’s spark swelled and sputtered out in the same few klicks.

“So,” Jazz coughed, trying to hide the way he was flushing brighter with every passing moment, “what was it this time, glorious leader?”

And although Jazz was sure he knew what Optimus was going to say, and although he knew that the smile would fade and his face would fall, that didn’t make it sting any less when Optimus turned his face away, his optics dulling again sadly.

“We saw him today,” he murmured, seemingly oblivious to how every word was a stab to Jazz’s very spark. “D— I mean. Megatron. On patrol. He shot at Bluestreak, even when we told him we meant no aggression.”

“Hm,” Jazz made a small noise in the back of his throat, wondering why he’d never put two and two together that this was probably why Bluestreak had been in the infirmary for the past couple of hours. But Optimus hadn’t reported it, or anything— so no one had any reason to assume. He was sure the Prime read the question flashing in his visitor before Jazz had the chance to ask it, however.

“It was an interaction of little consequence,” he murmured hurriedly. “I just… I didn’t know what to make of it. He shot Bluestreak, and when I cried out, he— I don’t know. He seemed to let it go. He let us go.”

Jazz didn’t know what to say to this, but he could feel the pain lashing out from Optimus’s usually-tight EM field, he could see the absolute sadness in his optics, he could feel the pain emanating from every cable in his entire being. And so Jazz said nothing, just cradled Optimus’s face in both his servos and looked right into his optics, tilting his helm.

“Do you want to forget it?” Jazz asked quietly, his voice rasping an octave deeper as he watched the Prime’s optics dilate, just the slightest bit.

Optimus had never said no— not after the first time Jazz had assured his shaking and crying form it was alright with him. He didn’t mind.

Jazz was a good friend.

And so when Optimus whispered a soft: “yes,” Jazz did not hesitate before dipping his helm down and capturing those soft dermas again with a gentle, brushing kiss, this one just a feather-light touch in the beginning before Optimus’s servo snaked to the back of Jazz’s helm and pulled him in deeper. Unbidden, Jazz flicked his visor back, something he reserved for only those he trusted the very most, with every corner of his spark— and who better than Optimus, who had laughed with him and looked out for him since the very beginning? Whose spark was so pure Primus himself saw it fit to bless him as one of his chosen? Who was as kind and gentle as he was strong, who never lost his temper and who handled the bots around him with a sound processor?

And, moreover— he knew Optimus liked it this way.

After all, D-16 never had a visor, did he?

Even after countless nights of this same routine, Optimus was still as gentle with him as he’d always been, asking softly before hooking a strong servo around Jazz’s waist to pull him into his lap, their frames sparking with charge.

Salt. Jazz tasted salt again, and before he knew it, his lips were traveling down to Optimus’s neck cabling, drawing precious gasps and ragged vents from his powerful frame. To say Optimus Prime throwing his helm back and moaning from Jazz’s skilled tongue was an understatement— nipping at his neck cabling and feeling him writhe was close to Jazz’s favorite thing in all of Cybertron.

“Focus on me,” he murmured as Optimus shuddered with optics shut in pleasure, holding Jazz gently, close, as if afraid he would break. Or as if pretending his frame was a little broader, a little bulkier, a little more silver. “Focus on me, Optimus Prime.”

“I can make you forget.”

Now if only there was a way for Jazz to forget the steady, painful pulsing of his own spark reminding him that, as always, this was just a little game of pretend, and the morning would come as it always did.

With Jazz in Second, as he always was.

#jazzop #jazz #optimus prime #transformers #transformers one #i should be sleeping #but instead i write jazzop angst #this is the reward you lot get for following me on tumblr #should i do comissions ive found i cannot sleep without writing SOMETHING the parasites in me say no #lmk

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cryptids · 4 months ago

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I just need to ramble for a minute, but I think it's all little bit of a shame that so many constructiprowl fics (which is already not many 😭💔) really only seem to use the dynamic from the early stages of their relationship where Prowl was still pushing the constructicons away and resented them. And on the one hand, I understand the appeal bc an antagonistic relationship is fun to explore, and I LOVE fics where they start off that way and then develop a closer relationship out of it.... but, I also come across a lot of fics where he hates them way more and for much longer than he ever did in canon, or where that's the only dynamic they'll ever have. There's a sentiment, I think, that it would be impossible for him to ever warm up to them and continuing to hate them is the only realistic option?

And that's alright if it's your preference, like far be it from me to get in the way of people's toxic yaoi hdbsbds, but they DID move past that in canon and it feels like a shame that's not really acknowledged as much? Mostly bc I wish there was more stuff that explored the dynamic they had later on once he decided he wanted to be in control of Devastator and was keeping them around willingly..... idk just that specific period of time in their relationship was so funny and endearing to me djsbhs, I need more of him being their boss and bringing them everywhere with him to everyone else's dismay lmao

They still had some issues at that point, Prowl was power tripping like crazy and injuring himself by pushing an unstable gestalt bond too much/too fast, with the nosebleeds and the Scrapper moments, so they still had a long way to go. But what I'm getting at is mostly just that by then he was long past hating them or trying to make them go away, he seemed to consider them an extremely valuable asset and was actually trying to keep them around and make things work. In the end he was only forcibly separated from them against his will too, and he never actually wanted to leave them.

((There is a lot about Prowl's combiner wars storyline that I don't love, but I'm putting that all aside for now 😪))

I think he was essentially neutral on the constructicons as individuals/on a personal level... he was mostly just treating them like all the subordinates he'd had before. THEIR devotion and adoration of him was definitely very different to anything he'd experienced before though (and extremely gay lmao), I always feel sad that canon didn't give him the time to notice or react to that.

Just going off on a little side tangent but actually (as a shipper lmao 🤧) I like to think he could have become fond of them over time. Actually I think Prowl and the constructicons have a lot more in common than was ever really explored?? Especially if they had been allowed to have distinct personalities and demonstrate their intelligence a bit more lmao. I don't mind them being himbos (affectionate) or the way they spoke or anything, but I feel like they were just really underutilised in IDW1... like we never saw any fun chemistry stuff from Mixmaster or any of Hook's medical skills for example. Speaking of Hook in particular, I think it's interesting he usually has a bad temper and a very perfectionist, prickly and stubborn personality that makes him very Prowl-like in a way that would have been fun to play around with...

*** Coming back to add a point here about whether he blames them for the mind control and non-consentual modifications that were done to him, and honestly I don't think he does? I think he blames Megatron for that (which makes some sense since they were only doing it on his orders), I think it is a very large part of why he doesn't want to be near them at first bc they remind him of it and bc they took part in it, but it's definitely not something he continues to hold against them. It's similar I think to how he feels about Soundwave's involvement which he also seems willing to forgive after a while. Meanwhile his anger at Megatron never goes away, and at the trial he listed forced combination as one of the crimes Megatron was directly responsible for (which I think is interesting bc Starscream forces the constructicons to combine with Scoop later on against their will too, but never really faces any consequences for that? Anyway sjdbdhs)

I think it probably means something to him to be able to take control of the constructicons after they were involved in a trauma he went through where he had no control over himself, and to be secure in the certainty that they won't turn against him again... plus I think it says a lot about their relationship that Prowl (who already has trust issues anyway) is eventually able to trust them so fully? He even trusts them to stay loyal to him on a mission where they're working against other decepticons, which is a huge gesture really.

Anywayyy..... I guess this whole ramble was just to say I wish there was more happy/endgame constructiprowl content bc it could be so good and I'm yearning for it jsjsjds 😭😭

I have also seen a few people say this ship is inherently one-sided and depicting it any other way is ooc, and I disagree!! I think it CAN be one-sided, but it doesn't NEED to be in order to be true to canon.

Just adding a couple of relevant panels here too bc I am thinking about them 🤧

#transformers #constructiprowl #meta? analysis??#putting this under a readmore bc I just started yapping and it got super long jsdfjgjsdgs #🐊

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krinsbez · 9 months ago

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Random Transformers One Thought

A week later, I want to discuss two thoughts, one which is fairly trivial, but the other is a bit more substantial.

-First, kinda annoying that the rap theme namedrops Optimus, Megatron, and Bumblebee, but not Elita.

-Second...actually it's very involved and also involves spoilers, so I'm putting it under the cut.

-So, yeah, they portray Orion as doing all this crazy stuff and D-16 as his long suffering friend who has to clean up after him, but like...they also make it clear that Orion isn't doing it for himself, he's trying to help other people. He also, notably is entirely willing to accept the consequences of his actions. After both the mine explosion and the Iacon 5000, almost the first thing out of his mouth when confronted by an authority figure was insisting that he is at fault, he is to blame, and he should be punished, no one else. -D-16 is from the beginning taking the easy way out. Not only is his goal to just keep his head down and work hard, but he isn't willing to seriously argue with OP when he proposes they do crazy things, and until that moment in the cave, he is unwilling to seriously rebuke him either, always insisting that he is ok with the outcome, that he forgives him, that he isn't really mad at him, even when he very clearly is, because it's easier than risking losing OP's friendship. -Also, from the very beginning, OP has a Vision. He has a goal in mind of making their world better, and the hting is he isn't just impulsively doing shit for fun, he makes plans. And when they don't work he comes up with new ones on the fly to replace them! Also, notably several of his plans only failed because they're based on the flawed assumption that the people in charge would be willing to fix the flaws in the system if said flaws were pointed out and a better way was presented. -Actually, this is important, because OP's response to finding out the Truth is, once again to Make A Plan to fix it. WHile he undergoes character development, he doesn't fundamentally change as a person...and if you think about it, neither does D-16. because he's still taking the path of least resistance, he's still doing what's easier for him. The only change is that, now that he's a big powerful Trasnformer instead of a small. weak Miner, instead of keeping his head down, what's easy ot is to shout and break things. -And notably, it doesn't actually help! Like, yeah, he gets the High Guard on their side (which was OP's idea, remember), but then proceeds to squander that by making a loud speech that gets them captured. And his refusing to kneel to Sentinel was badass and all, but it didn't accomplish anything; OP showing up with an army and a plan did. -Like, D-16 says he's done saving Orion, but Orion just saved HIM, and also the reason OP needed saving is because he was trying to save D-16 from himself! -And then, having removed all opposition, what does Megatron do? He makes an angry speech and starts wrecking stuff, heedless of the fact that he's hurting innocent people. -In contrast, after defeating him, OP's first act is to start the Energon flowing, the second is to start handing out Cogs, and the third is to start forming a new government. His last scene is giving the Quintessons an ultimatum and taking the fight to them. Megatron's last scene is making a speech to the people already following and swearing to one day take revenge. -In short, the movie does an excellent job of showing why OP is The Guy and Megatron isn't and crucially, it does so by showing that ultimately, while Megatron talks a big game, when it comes down to it, OP is the one who gets results. Getting angry and hurting the people who hurt you feels good, but having a vision of a better world and making plans to achieve it works.

#Random Thoughts #Transformers #Transformers One #TF1

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healix17 · 9 months ago

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Here's a challenge for y'all:

As the warlord grabbed his chin he felt so drawn to Megatron. "Hold me them. Hold me and never let me go not even as you die." Megatron knew his drug worked. "Cage me in your arms and never free me again."

Pretend you're Megatron and roleplay 😉

Here are the roleplays:

1. Had to let everyone see this amazing reply by @nebulaoftheprimes

Megatron's flight engines purred as he replied. "Of course. Never again, my Prime, will we be separated by society. You are mine and I am yours. We are one." Optimus' pink-hued optics fluttered close as he nuzzled closer, molding himself impossibly closer. "F-Forgive me for not returning soon." Megatron merely hummed, "Never mind that all that matters is that you're with me now." Optimus nodded before he slipped into recharge. Megatron grinned as he hauled the slumbering Prime into his arms. This is how things were supposed to be, Optimus by his side, and them fixing Cybertron together. So what if Optimus hadn't 'actually' chosen this. No one but him needed to know. What's one more secret?

Nebula, you did a perfect, I can't even describe it!

98/100!

2. By @theforestghost

Digits traced along the helm of the much smaller mech with far greater gentleness than what Megatron could ever afford another. Optimus’s optics were hazed, field nothing more than fuzz as the concoction he’d been fed worked through his systems. Megatron knew that Optimus would not forgive him for using such methods on him but right now, Megatron did not care. Right now Megatron needed Optimus’ attention on him. Not on Cybertron, not on his team. Him. He had not quite expected Optimus to speak so inhibited as he had done but Megatron was also not complaining as the young Prime stepped closer to him, awaiting the caging embrace he expected of Megatron.

*Bites bottom lip* You did such a splendid job! I'm baffled, I'm speechless, I'm flabbergasted!

100/100!

#transformers #megop #tf aligned #megatron #optimus prime #bayverse megop #movie megop #tfp megop #tfa megop #tfone megop

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emotionallyattachednerd · 2 years ago

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Disobedience ❙ TP Optimus Prime x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Smut ( toucing and grinding ) mentions of nudity, Optimus giving reader some punishment but hardly, little angst with happy ending and robot on human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Thanks for sending in your request @musicalmedli. I haven't really done much with Optimus before so this was a great experiance. Sorry for the wait been a busy week. I don't know why I get carried away with these and end up being 2k+ I just can't help myself. Hope you enjoy. 🥰

Tips☕

"Y/N!"

You jump hearing Optimus yell your name. He is not happy with you at all. Over again you would cause mischief, getting yourself into trouble before being rescued by Optimus himself, for months this went on.

However, it's different today. You could've got really hurt, yet you still ran through that ground bridge and right into a battle between him and Megatron.

On some stroke of luck you were saved, again, but Optimus is now having some alone time with you, words, putting his foot down finally.

None of the others dared to say anything and instead gave Optimus and you time alone he requested. He really wasn't happy, a side you or anyone never saw.

"Would you care to explain yourself? Why would you disobey me yet again? Are you truly trying to put yourself in danger? Do you realise just how bad things might've gone today?" Optimus asks question after question, explaining answers for all of them.

"I...I'm sorry, I just wanted to see you in battle." You gave an innocent shrug. "I'm fine though. No harm done, thanks to you." You send him a weak smile, but he is in no smiling mood.

"No more." He firmly orders. "If you disobey again you won't be welcomed into the base." Hearing this makes your heart sink.

"You'll kick me out? But...No, that's not fair! I'm an adult not a child! Miko is always disobeying and she never gets punished. Why me? What makes me so different?!" You raise your voice feeling upset now.

For months you have been trying to get his attention, to pick up the signals, but nothing was working. Not following his orders is your way to get his attention and you think it was working, until now that is.

"Because you're different! If anything were to happen to you..." He goes quiet much to your surprise.

"What?" You question, seeking what he's thinking.

"I wouldn't forgive myself if you got hurt." He admits to you, making both your stomach and heart flip.

"But I didn't-"

"You can't control what happens." He cuts in. "You put yourself in situations and I'm forced to put my focus on you, putting both you and myself in danger. Megatron now knows you're my weakness and he'll use that. It's not safe for you anymore."

Honestly, you hadn't really thought about that.

"I'm-"

"Agent Fowler will need to move your family somewhere else and under protection now, because of your actions, you put you, your family, and myself in danger."

Your eyes swell with tears, threatening to leak out as your emotions boil. You truly didn't think that far ahead.

"I'm sorry. I just..." Your breath hitches as you struggle to find the words.

"Just what? Talk to me. What's going on with you?" Optimus' tone changes, and he sounds concerned for you.

"I just wanted you to notice me." Finally, you mutter through a whisper, but Optimus hears it.

"Notice you? I always notice you, Y/N." He responds, but you simply shake your head.

"No, you don't!" You snap, not truly meaning it, but there is no taking it back. "Not the way I want you to notice me."

"I don't understand..." Optimus says slowly before you cut in.

"Of course you don't. It doesn't matter..." You turn away then.

"No, it does matter. I don't understand why you didn't tell me this sooner." Hearing this makes you perk your head up towards him.

"I wasn't sure how to tell you." You continue to struggle with your words, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Please, speak to me. Tell me what?" Optimus is closer now, kneeling to your level. He really is going to force it out of you.

"Tell you how I feel about you." You manage to barely squeak out.

Optimus stares at you, optics softening with care before letting out a long sigh.

"Y/N, are you saying you have intimate feelings towards me?" He wants to clarify.

This is it probably, you'll leave and never return, never see the autobots again, or Optimus. That's the life you think is going to happen now for you.

"Yeah, duh." You answer back with another shrug. "Didn't I make that obvious?"

"You have an odd way of showing it." Sure, you understand that. Throwing yourself in danger just to be rescued by him is your way to tell him that you have the biggest crush on him.

You can't help but laugh lightly through your tears. "Yeah, maybe, guess I was just desperate." Sniffling you try wiping your face clean, hating this feeling and the emotions that shake through your body.

Suddenly, there's a large but tender touch against your cheek. Looking up, you notice it's Optimus, using his digit to not wipe your face but to caress you, trying to offer any form of comfort.

"Perhaps next time instead of running into a battle between me and Megatron for me to rescue you, just talk to me." It sounds very simple.

"You make it sound so easy." You say, unable to help yourself as you lean into his touch fondly.

"Y/N, I'll admit, I've grown an attachment towards you, and it's deeper than I realised until today. My spark reaches out to you silently, screaming for you, but you give nothing back. It's not your fault though. We're a different species but that doesn't have to mean we can't work something out for this to grow more, if that is what you desire?"

His words send your mind into a spin. Is he confessing his feelings?

"Optimus." His name barely whispers from you. "Are you returning the same feelings?"

"Yes, I am." His answer gets you beaming through more tears, tears of happiness this time.

"I-I don't know what to say now." Perhaps you were dreaming, however after pinching your arm a little you realised you weren't dreaming at all.

"Would you like to spend time with me this evening?" His offer gets you all giddy, almost lightheaded as well.

"Yes...please, I would love that."

He picks you up under his servo and heads towards his quarters. You can't help but hold onto his digit for support, feeling so small, yet safe at the same time.

You have no idea what to expect to happen once in his quarters, but you are ready for anything. You've waited for this for months and now you finally have an opportunity.

Once in his quarters, he sits on his berth with her still sitting in his servo. He watches you, curiously, illuminating optics lingering across your small body.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I want you to feel safe with me. Do you trust me?" He asks, digits gently pressing against your side and rubbing.

"I do." You answer through a shaky breath, loving the feel of his digit against your side and making you hum softly.

Optimus watches you before his smile flattens a little.

"There's still the talk about a punishment for your disobedience." Hearing him say this does make you nervous, swallowing the lump in your throat as you stare up at him with wide doe eyes.

"You're going to punish me?"

"I won't hurt you, but more like I need you to listen to me. Understood?" You can only nod at him and wait patiently for what he has in mind for you.

He seems hesitant at first but soon enough he finds his voice. "Remove your clothes, please."

Your heart is hammering so hard against your chest but you follow his order. Removing your clothes you soon follow with your undergarments, removing them as well, slowly.

You hear Optimus let out a soft vent at the sight of your naked figure before him. His optics lingered over, silently hoving, and that makes you feel even hotter.

He suddenly moves you closer towards him right up to his face. "Kiss me, please."

Wetting your lips you lean up closer towards him, hand running along his cheek plating as your naked skin and breasts press against his armour.

You hear him letting out a low groan at the feel of her soft hand against his face, optics shuttering a little from the tender contact.

Closing the distance between you two, your lips met his. There is a huge size difference of course, but you manage to get into a good spot and a tender sync where you move your lips across his.

Sucking at his bottom lip you gave a teasing nibble, surprising yourself when you feel his metal lips are soft, unlike the rest of him.

The action causes him to let out another groan that drags out longer. You run your tongue along the area you had bit before looking back up at him, waiting for his next command.

He looks almost shy, and you find that rather adorable.

You let out a gasp when you feel his digit move under you and press the thick side against your throbbing mound.

"Go ahead, pleasure yourself against me, and don't stop."

You are willing to do everything he says.

Gently gripping onto his servo you start to rock your hips against him, grinding yourself as you let out heated gasps, eyes never leaving his optics. Your clit is in perfect position, running along a small bump on his digit that tickles you just right in the most beautiful way.

Optimus watches you through a soft yet aroused stare, mouth hanging open slightly as his vents hitch again, optics moving over your rocking body, carefully reading every detail about you and your actions. You were listening to him, and that's what he wants.

Your head leans to the side against another digit, eyes closing as your hips pick up in speed. You're huffing and whimpering softly as your core throbs more against Optimus, licking your lips as you seek for orgasim.

"Don't be so quick to finish. You can only do that when I say." Optimus says as you look up at him with whimpering eyes. "Please, y/n. You can only overload when I say you can."

He wants to control you, in a kind way, and this is supposed to be your punishment. You don't want to disobey him again.

"Yes sir." You manage to answer before slowing your hips, another whimpering pout leaves you, but you keep a slow pace against him.

Your fingers grip into the padding of his digit, the side of her cheek rubbing against it while you feel your juices start to leak and create a small pool within his servo.

"Good girl." Optimus praises you, which only makes your mound twitch with desire at his beautiful words.

Your free hand moves up to one of your bouncing breasts and you start to massage into it, pinching your nipple lightly pushing another satisfied moan from you.

"Optimus..." His name whispers as you keep a slow movement at your hips against him, merwing softly as you feel your core already about to snap.

"Not yet." He notices your close and you listen to him, holding back for as long as you can for him before he continues talking. "Primus...I've watched you for so long, but I was always afraid to admit the truth to you. Knowing you feel the same about me brings warmth to my spark. Will you be mine, y/n?"

"Yes...yes, a thousand times yes." You chant through your building pleasure boiling through you, making him smile softly at your response.

"You may overload."

At the given command you let yourself go, rocking harder, humping, louder moans echoing from your voice before your core snapped and your orgasim erupts through your trembling body.

You don't care if anyone hears you as you want the others to know you belong to Optimus Prime.

Sagging against his servo your heated pants fog against his digit before slowly pushing yourself upwards to look at him.

He brings you closer, not realising he had grabbed a blanket from somewhere and placed it on his shoulder, leaning against his beth so you had a comfortable spot to lay with him.

You snuggle like purring cat into the blanket and nuzzle as close as possible into Optimus, craving to be close to him.

After a moment of heavy breathing you manage to find your voice. "Are things really that bad for my family?" You can't help but ask.

"Things will be sorted for you and your family. Don't worry, you're always safe with me. I'll protect you. But you cannot leave the base, you'll need to remain here until further notice," He answers and you understand.

"I promise not to disobey anymore." You say through a tired voice.

"I'm glad to hear." Optimus lets out a soft hum that vibrates through you gently, making you hum back in return.

"I never want to lose you." You are half asleep as you say this, before drifting off into a heavy sleep.

"You won't. As I never want to lose you. I love you."

Optimus silently swore on his spark to keep you safe, no matter what.

#transformers #prime #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #reader insert #robot x human #misbehaving #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

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moominmanoneandonly · 6 months ago

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Soo some time ago i started writing my first ever fanfic. It's an Transformers au, basically the retelling of how Orion and Megatron meet focused on gladiator lifestyle + all that class diffrence and Cybertron drama with some Megasound love. Haven't touched it in a while but I believe it's not a lost couse yet.

That said english is not my first language and I have Dyslexia so forgive me for all mistakes that I know are there and any type of opinion about the work would be both a great help and big motivation to continue it.

Ships: Megop, Megasound, KOBD, BulkJack, Dratchet, Megastar(but not really)

Warnings: sugestive topics, mentions of prostitution, very bad fights descriptions,

Title in works

Celling lights were flickering once again. Technically they should've been fixed by staff some time ago but no one really cared about better quality of living or honestly anything concerning gladiators in the Pits that didn't involved fighting.

Megatronus wasn't exactly bothered by a such small think like flickering lights, however he did belive that one day they're gonna give him a seizure.. not today trought.

With a loud clank bigger mech get up from his berth trying to mentally prepere for the upcoming cycle. From what he remembered he only had one big fight today, some meanigless browl with a "Kalis Champion" that was supose to "finally break his wining streak."

Megatron seen recordings of the bot fighting before so he could tell that it was just another marketing attempt and not an actual challenge, he will be able to deal with that scrap easily.. of course making sure that the audience is entertained.

The thing that actually bothered him was what's gonna happend right after the fight. The arena workers were going crazy for last few chords, non stop beeping about upcoming gala that was going to happen on this day. He heard them talking about some big names showing up, even something about "Prince of Vos" if gladiator's memory was right.

Technically those events were supose to be good, they gave a chance to taste some better quality energon and assured a free day right after, since all superiors would be to out of it to care about organizing fights.

But then comes the bad part. The "quality time with sponsors" as his superiors liked to call it. Megatron was honestly quite lucky since his frame was pretty big and his overall build not that arousing to the most of cybertonian sociaty, he rarely get more that one client at those types of events. Soundwave for example had it far worse, with his smaller frame and considerably attractive features. Which was exactly why Megatron made sure to send his dear friend to emergency room just last cycle.

It sounds brutal for an outsider but considering that basically none of his matches tended to stay alive it was obliviously a staged gesture. That said it still did quite some damage to his companians body for those he promised himself to get as much high value emergon as he can today to give his poor friend, maybe also steal some spare parts for cassetes if he's lucky.

For some reason Soundwave seemed to get more and more iritated lately anytime Megatron went to those events without him. He even witnessed him sulking at some point which gladiator didn't even know the cassete player was capable off.

Yeah he really needs to repay Soundwave for all that time in recovery room.

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Walking trought the many corridors of Keons arena he tried to plan his cycle accordingly, he still need to train in the morning otherwise Tarn will get his ass and that mech did not had ANY prefrences in terms of size or build, so yeah he is not letting his "not yet violated by Tarn" achivement disapear today. Otherwise till the fight he still had some free time, maybe he could write down some of the poems or get to finish that data-pad that he stole the last time there was a gala.

After the fight he would have to go to Knockout to make sure he "look his best for the party". Those visits really were something. Mainly tiresome but sometimes it was genuinly funny to see the red mech lose his mind over all those ways he tried to make Megatron apealing, he would said stuff like "I swear to Primus if you wear those black heels again I'm going to cut off your pedes!" and stuff like that.

It was quite exhousting lot of the time but i was also suprisingly educating the rest.

Somehow Knockout with his limited medical knowledge and beautifying talent was able to offer a better information sources than even Soundwave himself. The amount of gossip coming out of the race car could fill in an entire archive on it's one. Sure only 10% of it was usefull but with that amount of given informations it was still a lot.

"Maybe he will know something about the politics this time," Megatron trought.

The last few visits at the salon he spend listening to Knockout ranting about some poor blue mech that he chose to be his future conjux altrought the bot is suposely in some comitted relationship.

Talking to the red race car about morality of his action was like trying to teach an insecticon how to read, those Megatron had to sit still for arks while medic was gushing over his moraly questionable crush.

Now he kinda prayed that the bots ended up together becouse otherwise he's probably going to shot himself today and his dream political carrer will end even before it properly started.

" Attention everybody todays main fights will start in 7 arcs, be prepered for the ring at least an arc beforehand!"

A loud screeching voice came out from the old speakers hanging from a nearby wall. "Perfect" trought Megatron "that's enought time for him to finish his workout read the old datapad and perhaps even mentaly preper for the night. Who knows maybe he will be lucky enough to not fit to any of the guest tastes." With a new hope for this cycle Megatron fully concentrated on his training, quietly counting tics until his next break.

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Did Orion ever mentioned that he doesn't like gladiators fights? Becouse he really doesn't. They are messy, unnecessarly cruel and honestly world would be better without them in clarks modest opinion. That said Orion never actually seen one nor was ever intrested enought to learn about them.. until now.

For once in his life he really regretted his ignorance

Just last chord he find out that his favorite author was no one else but one of the gladiators from the Pit itself. What even more shocking, he didn't just write those amazing works that Orion had laying on his bearth and any free desk in his romm, but he publicaly talked about them in the middle of his fights.

"Megatronus" A name he first assumed was an peculiar aposthrope to the great Prime turned out to be a much more fitting stage name for a fighter. While the reason why the materials were so limited wasn't becouse of high demand but simple couse the works weren't oficially published.

"How could I not realise it earlier? I work in archives for Primus sake!"

Coming back to the present moment.

-NO, I'm not taking you to that gala!- Ratchet answered him once again while trying to read some important medical research.

-But Ratchet, You need to! This is a chance one in a million! - Orion tried to stand his ground while before mentioned research flew stright at his face.

-NO, I said it already! First Wheeljack and now you. I never espected any decency from that maniac, but from you Orion?! What in Primus name made you want to get involved with such a place. Those parties are a complete debouchery! In fact the only reason why I'm attending such a ridiculous event is becouse it was a demand from work. You shouldn't want to participate in such a thing.-Young doctor didn't at all hide his disgust when he was speaking about the gala.

-Ratchet, I'm telling you this is not about that, I do not care about the event i just.. want to see the person that wrote all those amazing poems and articles. You read them too right? These are works of a genius!!

- And how exactly are you even suppose to recognize them? You don't know how they look like. And most importantantly they're a gladiator!! There's little to no chance for them to even be there and if they will I don't think they be allowed to just talk politics with some random guest!- larger mech exclaimed.

Ratchet looked exhousted. He hasn't slept in a while thanks to one lovely bomber, the gala somehow was supose to waight 1/3 of his final grade and his conjunx was out on some unspecified expediction for Primus knows how long.

- You know what? Let it be, I allow you to go with me, on one condition! For the next 3 chords you leave me alone. No questions about reproduction of insectocons. No covering for your crazy ideas. And absolutely no mentions about this evening to anyone! Got it?!

-Thank you Ratchet!! I promise I won't bother you anymore. You're trully amazing.- Orion was ready to hug his friend if it wasn't for his clear discomfort.

-Why do I feel like this conditon won't keep for long- Ratched mumbled feeling defeated while the archivist celebrated his small victory.

-See you at 8. Do NOT be late! My job depends on it.

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The stadium was full, there wasn't a single sit that wasn't taken by some fancy mech.

It wasn't completely unusual however Megatron had to admit that it never stoped impressing him in all those years he spend fighting. The idea that so many bots gathered to watch him felt sureal, kinda wished they gathered to hear his speches rather that watch him rip someone spark out but well you can't be picky in those type of situations.

"Dear Femms and Mechs we gathered here today to watch an exhilarating battle between two of Cybertron greatest Champions , Megatronus of Kaon and Victory of Kalis. Who of those two will earn the glory and fame and who will end up in pieces? Only time can tell! Remember it's the last chance to make your bets.~"

The crowd was going wild. Megatron in a meatime looked at the stadium trying to pinpoint any important faces to worry about in the near future.

One that for sure stud out was a red and black mech sitting in it's own loge(/lodge) . They had a small frame, cunning eyes that looked down on him in every possible meaning of the word and probably the most punchable face he has ever seen. They looked pathetic on their own but the amount of guards made them unable to ignore. Luckily this type of mechs rarely were a problem in terms of "sponsoring", always wanting to boost their ego by making sure they the strongest in the room they would always leave him alone, maybe talk some scrap about the greatness of slavery but that was it. That said just in case his flying friend, and to that regard anyone else in the audience might get any wrong ideas Megatron decided to give them his most gruesome and repulsive act. After all this is what they came to Keon for.

Finally after few kliks he was able to face his oponent plate to plate on the big arena of the pits.

As expected based on Megatron research his oponent wasn't anything impressive. His body was covered in all kinds of luxurious gadgets and accesories. Clearly a higher cast. Fighting for fame not survival, winning only becouse of better equipment not skills. That type of mech was what Megatron hated the most.

The moment the match started he made sure to immobilize one of his oponent servos by ripping it off with extreme precision. This type of attack was only possible when the opponent had his guard down does gladiator know he won't be able to redo it no matter how much he tried.

Obliviously the act made the shinier mech furious, rampaging stright at Megatron, almost crushing him in the process if it wasn't for his fast reflexes. Before he had a chance to prepere himself for a next move he was shot with a cannon between his servos.

It was good to know his opponent had at least a bit of combat knowledge, knowing where to shot to entertain the crowd.

Megatron quickly moved from his position avoiding another blow and louding his own cannon. With few moves he was once again helm to helm with the other gladiator, throwing a punch right into his face. ...

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The fight took quite some time. Mainly to satisfy the audience but also couse Megatron really wanted to ensure nobody in the crowd gets any stupid ideas. He made sure to make himself as unapealing as he can, getting his whole body dirty with energon and diffrent oils spilling out of the other mech while also showing of his big frame to remaind people he was a miner not some classy thing.

The rest of ch 1 doesn't exist

Ch. 2 aka Megasound crumbs

Their lodging was small a and cluttered, diffrent spare parts, garbage finds and data pads scaterred all around leaving little to no space to move. From actually functioning furniture there was a big berth, a boxing bag and a barely working fridge. It was really a lucky find.

-Yo Big M is back! We seen you on the bilboard! It was so cool!!-Rumble and Frienzy as always were runing around and cousing mayhem, destroying anything that they touch.

One of them tried to climb on the gladiator while the other were shaking Ravage awake so she can share their excitment.

-Calm down you two! I got you something- he handed them two cubes of energon.

-Just make sure to absorb all that energy somewhere alse, otherwise this room might not survive.- Two bots stopped listening to him the moment they seen the food but luckily they still know what to do, they greedily took the cubes and sprinted outside with the speed that would made profesional racers jealous.

Without twins the room felt much more spacious, walking trought it he also gave a cube each to Ravage and Laserbeak, petting them lightly as he passed them by.

In the berth laid the owner of the room himself, as always calm looking Soundwave. His wounds seemed to repair pretty well trought he clearly still couldn't move an arm. His smaller frame was curled while the blue mech hold one of the datapads.

He was mad. Megatron know the moment he came into the room. Soundwave might not be expressive but they know each other for so long that it didn't matter. When he was mad he would speak only when it's expected of him and his power field would radiate disatisfaction.

-Listen, I understand you're mad. Fair enough, I would be to if I got beaten like that, I know you wanted to go together this time but this is to much of a risk! - Soundwave was a trully special mech. Where Megatron was nothing more than a miner capable of withstanding bad sytuations, Soundwave was a "Carrier", a bot designed specifically to make and take care of sparklings.

Those type of mechs knew nothing about fighting, they shouldn't have to. Yet here they were. Some stupid high rank wanted a Carrier for his unrealistic sparklings expectations, didn't like the results those threw all of them out. Megatron wasn't really sure how Soundwave was able to survive before coming to Kaon, he don't think he wants to. That said the moment he showed up on the arena was something revolutionary.

Soundwave wasn't just a good fighter, he was a strategic genius! When they first meet the gladiator was starstruck. The carrier was the proof that Megatron needed, that the mechs can be more than what they were made for.

They get along well, trought it took some time to earn Soundwave trust. Only after that Megatron could meet the cassetes, one by one and he enjoyed spending time with all of them. It was something surreal. In a place such brutal and cold as Pits, to have a genuine good relations with other mechs.

The ability to actually have deep political conversation without the other mech looking at you with contempt or pity. Soundwave never judged him, but always had an intresting opinion that let him to improve his thesis. He would always inform him on any mistakes and inaccuracies he made and prized him for any small success. The Carrier especially loved his poetry, something Megatron never expected to be able to share. The blue mech would listen to him for hours and look at him as if the words he spoke were some kind of gospel and not some simple poems.

The only problem Soundwave had was that he was a little bit to.. carefull. He would never let Megatron work on his own acount, always making sure he knows everything that's going on. It was never really suffocating in fact Megatron feel some comfort in knowing someone got his back but for some reason it always got worse when it came to Galas.

The carrier would flip out even at the mention of those events. Gladiator fully understood his disgust especially considering his upbringing however what he did't understand was the fact that the blue mech didn't aply his worries to himself. The only worry he showed in those moments was towards Megatron. Illogical considering that the gray mech was handling it just fine, with little amount of customers and a sturdy build compared to the always cornered Carrier. ..

-We were supose to go together.- The monotone voice of his friend somehow still expressed more emotion than the loudest scream. - Megatron was supose to stay out of trouble. Megatron shouldn't have to dirty himself like that. - the gray mech could see his reflection in the visors of the other.

-I'm sorry.-gladiator wondered for a moment. -I know how stupid it was. You're the only person in here capable enought to stand next to me

That's all i got for now. If it doesnt make sense that's couse none of the scenes are in proper order. Please give opinions it means a lot to me.

#transformers #transformers breakdown #transformers megatron #megasound #kobd #megop #transformers prime #transformers continuity #sugested bottom megatron #transformers fan continuity #transformers au #Give Soundwave a knife and all of world problems will be solved #should i put Starscream as a warning if doesn't even talk in this one?#Wheeljack got the privilige of sleeping on the dratchet couch #they changed locks three times already and yet he still shows up #how i imagine this is Megasound angst #Orion trying to get an autograph #Starscream being a crazy bich #and Knockout & Wheeljack team up to destroy a healthy relationship in the background #also a lot of Megatron and Breakdown appreciation becouse i can #It was supose to be Megop based but Megasound in this AU has so much potential storywise so i dont know #sorry if characters are occ #and once again the amount of mistakes #GladiatorMeg

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megadoomingir · 4 months ago

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Yo, I cannot even begin to explain to you how interesting I find the bond you’ve created between Starscream and Soundwave. And Starscream and Knockout. And Starscream and Optimus. You do such a great job building the connections without outright stating them, but using context clues that allow the reader to kinda sorta create a name for the bond themselves while still also outlining exactly what they are.

Soundwave’s loyalty to Starscream after he saves him from Megatron, admitting his faults, begging for forgiveness for what he did to the timeline because of something selfish. Soundwave knowing Megatron isnt the mech he swore his loyalty to all that time ago. Seeing Starscream as a mech he can follow and will follow, not only because he saved him, but because he’s a better leader now than Megatron will ever be, cause disregarded because it doesn’t matter.

(I especially think the commandeering the Autobot showers scene was excellently played. It really showcased a side of Soundwave that made him even more enjoyable and endeared him not only to Starscream, but to the readers as well.)

Not only am I a HUGE Soundwave fan, but I’m very aware of how difficult it is to characterize TFP Soundwave specifically. I’m a huge fan of how youve chosen to do it, and just all of the characters in general. You make them work so well, with where and when you’ve put them!

I just love it all! I love it all so much and I cant wait to read more!

Hi, hello~!

Oh my goodness, writing for Soundwave is such an interesting challenge! He was given very little personality in the show and while some may find that it makes him difficult, it actually creates this wonderful slate to work with. Because he gives so little, it means you can allow more! We only saw blips of how he conducted himself in very specific situations. But how would he proceed given a more drastic, or even more complicated, situation? Soundwave is always going to collect information to give to Megatron; what happens when that information doesn’t have an answer to a big WHY? or HOW? Soundwave deals in rumors, yes, but he also needs basis and facts for those rumors. That’s actually what gave him his initial pause before running to Megatron in the first place; not having reasons and information to answer such big questions. And then it turned into so much more by the end. Soundwave lives and breathes loyalty to Megatron and his cause, but his pause before giving Megatron anything regarding Starscream’s collection of the relics and even his ‘future sight’ is what gave him a look into Megatron’s mental decline. Things were wrong. The obsessions were unhinged. The orders weren’t adding up towards a victory in the war Cybertron suffered for unfathomable years. All of this, all the situations and events that Soundwave was exposed to gave me a wonderful board to have him play off of and it was a delight to flesh him out more as an individual instead of the ‘background tattletale’ and ‘guard dog’ that the show titled him as.

And this is the same for the rest of the cast. They’re dealing with critical situations, some of which they can’t tackle because they had no answer at the time. Tweaking the events allowed myself as a writer and all of you as readers to digest different aspects and characterizations of these wonderful mechs, femmes and humans. A show is a show and it’s meant to entertain and I respect that wholly. In a 20+ minute episode, there’s no time for a proper conversation about a traumatic experience without it taking over completely and making it a three-parter. I’m glad you enjoy the way I’ve written these characters and pushed them to grow and I hope to continue that trajectory onward.

Thank you for reaching out and thank you for enjoying my work so much. It’s truly appreciated. :)

#transformers prime #tfp stop me #transformers stop me fanfic #transformers stop me asks #tfp soundwave

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aetheloria · 2 months ago

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Ey-o that art piece you did of motormaster and silverbolt kissing

Whats their story?

And more importantly whats the story of the stunticons in yer au?

Sorry it took a bit, this was a long one!

Yes! Silverbolt and Motormaster have a really interesting dynamic in my au. They slow-burn their way from rivals, to unlikely friends, to eventually something more way down the line.

When both factions merge under Soundwave's command, things are extremely tense. Naturally. Both sides are extremely adverse to the idea of buddy buddying. Everyone has lost so much, and forgiving like that isn't a casual or easy feat.

The Stunticons in particular have never been really invested in the war cause, nor have they been around for all that long. Their time under threat Deceptions was extremely unpleasant. They can't really motivate themselves to fight for a cause they don't care about.

Their dynamic as a group is extremely unhealthy, and the second they don't have to be a team anymore they pretty much split up for the most part. Breakdown ended up fleeing the planet, Dragstrip and Wildrider are still pretty buddy buddy --but they squabble and can only stand each other for short periods of time--, and Motormaster and Dead End are pretty much on their own.

Dead End has an exceptionally decent relationship with Motormaster because of how fragile he's always been, so he hasn't really received the brunt of his temper like the rest of their gestalt. Motormaster himself didn't really see an issue with their dynamic until he was forced to be in such close quarters with the Aerialbots. This is where Silverbolt comes in.

He slowly gets more and more frustrated, his gestalt wont even hang out in the same room as him, and the Aerialbots are practically cuddling every chance they get. They seem so happy as a group, and very rarely squabble. What kind of seekers don't squabble???

He eventually confronts Silverbolt about this (he throws a fit), and asks just what the deal is. Why are their gestalts so different? Why do the Aerialbots effortlessly obey Silverbolt's every beck and call?

Silverbolt pointedly points out the way Motormaster treats them, and explains how his gestalt should be his priority over himself. Leadership is sacrifice. Motormaster naturally doesn't like hearing any semblance of good advice, or the idea of taking responsibility. He storms off, but he broods on the idea for a while despite himself. His methods always seemed to work for Megatron. Why was he any different? Why was what he to believe what he was taught incorrect? Some bleeding heart Autobot morality?

So naturally, he goes back to talk to Silverbolt again. With a less fiery attitude, and a little more confusion than before. Silverbolt tells Motormaster he cannot expect his team to just magically run back to follow his lead after their history. There's no need to rush. He can start by learning to be a friend. He happily extends his hand out to Motormaster, more than pleased to bury whatever 'hatchet' is between them. Though he is without a doubt wary, and will put up with zero nonsense.

They've never really formally met. Their closest interactions were as combiners, and that isn't the most intellectual exchange. Motormaster finds himself pleasantly surprised by how much he doesn't hate his conversations with Silverbolt. They have a lot in common! Motormaster grows to trust him over time, and eventually starts seeking out time with him outside of what was once coincidence. Learning how to be equals with someone instead of thinking himself always superior is extremely beneficial to him, and his gestalt absolutely start to notice how the constant fury that seemed to boil his spark had cooled significantly. They slowly come around, much less hesitant to be around him.

He doesnt like how much he internally gushes at that. It's definitely stupid.

Everything he's learned from the Decepticons is being flipped on its head, and he is really unsure how to feel about it.

Silverbolt is happy to remain by his side. For him, It's pretty nice to have a friend with similar experiences. Who also happens to be in the same size class as you. A rare instance when you're 95 feet tall and 60 tons. He likes being around Motormaster and finds him quite entertaining. He is a terrible liar and it always makes for a good laugh.

Later on, he's not so bad of a shoulder to lean on. There is a deep mutual trust between them, and he finds that they both have stuff going on that they can confide in one another about. Motormaster finds he enjoys being trusted more than being feared.

Things are going pretty great for them-- and then they have to go back to war. It's not great.

Lots of bad stuff happens to them during that era, --and we'd be here all day if i dug too deeply into it-- but simply put, that era was a challenge on their bond and it brought them together instead of pushing them apart. By the time that is over and done with they're a romanic pairing. They're very sweet.

If you want something more specific on any of the stunticons or aerialbots in particular, id be happy to answer! This ask is already long enough. 😭

Thanks for the ask! Was waiting on someone to do it.

#maccadam #stunticons #g1 transformers #motormaster #silverbolt #Forged In Fault AU #MotorBolt

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perpetuallyconfuzzled · 9 months ago

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(spoilers for TF:ONE cause I am screaming over robots)

I just love what they did for Dee/Megs and Orion/Optimus SPECIALLY how their ideal-vs-flaws were a ticking time bomb covered in red flags but this bitches are colorblind and deaf and I just need to RAMBLE Optimus is a selfless bot that wishes the best for others and we all know that, hell first bit of the movie and we are given, like, five examples back to back of how much of an idealistic he is but he is also trying to get others to be a bit rebellious and challenge the ideas that miners are JUST that and they have to stay as such and normally that would be it right? look what a good boy cinnamon roll he is good job Mr. Hero but there is a flaw to him that I love how well it compliments him and most bots actually call him out on it [tho it is treated as him being selfish when that really isn't the correct word] cause damn it it IS something someone who has yet to learn how to be a leader can lack no matter how well intention you cause damn this orion who may be a selfless idealist is very VERY inconsiderate He destroys CYCLES of hard work Elita had done, Get's Dee to risk his neck for him to saving his ass like literally taking a punch meant for him for flipping the bird to a superior officer, said friend tells him NOT to try anything stupid and just watch the race with him but ends up tricking him into said race and dragged to level "you ain't seeing the light of day again bro" Orion has his heart on the right place, don't get me wrong, but keeps making his plans WITHOUT the input of those that will get directly affected by said plan, he really goes with the idea of "its easier to ask for forgiveness than permission" even when it can always end in terrible consequences to many a bot because, in the end it is for the benefit of cybertron right? This adventure has him learn to actually stop for a freaking second and TALK to others without DECIDING FOR THEM he actually has to convince them to follow him rather than throw the situation at them hoping for the best without considering the consequences like he did with Dee and Elita, he lowers down and is HONEST and doesn't just go "this is for the best!" but "are you with me then?" cause consequences are supposed to be faced together instead of thrown into them you are suppose to give them a choice sadly he ends up learning it far too late Meanwhile, Dee shows all the signs of a pretty loyal mech cause no matter what dumb situation Orion decides to put them through he jumps in to help and support him in the end; sure, he will ramble and bitch about the situation but he is right behind when it counts even if they don't see each other eye-to-eye but it is okay for Dee since that dumbass is HIS dumbass and, therefore, his responsibility. Yet somehow, the flaw that makes Dee Megatron, out off all the things is the one that was beyond the detonator for this doom friendship because as vibrant and rebellious as his best friend is and as much as he makes a show of Fanboying over Sentinel and Megatronus as if wishing to stand by them he is, at the end of the day, a conformist, you even see it as early as the first few minutes into the movie when he takes a punch in the face for Orion; even when Dee laments how badly the punch hurts he doesn't think it was uncalled for, hell he tells Orion he DESERVED to be punched for "stopping a superior and tell him what to do" He sees himself as a lower being and that those in power have the right to enforced their power over those stepping out of line even if it means HE gets abused by it, he views himself and the rest of the miners as the 'low class who just needs to serve for the better of cybertron' and that's it, he would LIKE to have more in life but dreaming such thing only brings pain in the long run so shuts down every conversation Orion has with him about 'trying to be more than they are' cause in the end "We are weak, they are strong, we can never do what they can so why should we mourn in things that can never change? we just need to carry on"

So it makes sense that when they find out about Sentinel's Betrayal the one that takes it the hardest is D-16 cause not only has he been lied to by the one at the top of it all who also had his unwavering loyalty but his entire worldview pretty much gets set on fire and broken beyond repair cause damn it, he thought he was brought to this world to pretty much be a lowly servant to those that deserve power, that he was just never meant to be like them but now you are telling him HE DID HAVE A CHANCE? HE WAS NOT BORN TO PLAY THE ROLE BUT FORCED INTO IT BY THE WHIMS OF A FALSE IDOL?! HE LAID IN THE GROUND AND BROKE MANY A TIME JUST FOR IT TO BE NOTHING BUT WASTE? FUEL FOR THOSE STRONGER WHO CLAIM THE TITLE NOT BY MERIT BUT BY SHEER LIES?!?! ALL THE ABUSE, ALL THE MISTREATMENT, ALL THE MINERS LOST UNDER THE RUBBLE, ALL THE TIMES HE NEVER LET HIMSELF DREAM OR WHICH FOR MORE ALL FOR A LIE and he fell for it like an idiot he had always fallen for it like an idiot he was DONE being everyone's fool Orion was a Selfless but Inconsiderate and to become Optimus he had to stop hearing his ideas and listen to those he valued

D-16 was a Loyal Conformist but to become Megatron he had to learn that if everyone lies to you, why should you keep listening?

#tf one spoilers #mother i am in pain #transformers #transformers one #tf one d 16 #tf one orion pax #tf one optimus #tf one megatron #i am not okay #these gay bots will be the end of me #DO YOU ALL SEE MY VISION?!#this literally took me an hour to post cause tumblr kept saying it was too damn long

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revelboo · 6 months ago

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Hello revel!! Been reading your stories for a few months now, and I'm obsessed.

Do you have any plans on writing for Rung?

Glad you like my stories!

I have the overwhelming urge to add TFA Megs. Rewatching the series and I somehow always forget the size difference between the Autobots and Decepticons and just how big a boy Megs is in TFA. 18+ 🌶️

Anything For You

Rung x Reader

• Carefully snipping a part loose, he pauses to adjust the protective lenses over his optics before fitting the part in place. There’s something about the routine of assembling a model that helps him think. And he’s thinking about the little human that had been the first to appear. The one that had gravitated toward Megatron, the former warlord. And, he hopes, helping Megatron move past his guilt and begin to forgive himself. To heal. He been assembling a model then, too. Smiling, he turns to reach for a cube of energon and hears a cry and a clatter as parts scatter everywhere. No, not again.

• Wheezing through the pain, it feels like someone clocked you in the face, head splitting as you squint open an eye. And see the huge monster leaning over over you. Screaming, you shove yourself backwards and your hand lands on a bit of plastic bigger than your fist as you grab it and throw it to bounce harmlessly off the giant. “I’m not going to hurt you,” the monster says, voice soft and coaxing as he holds out big hands. And you bean him in the head with another chunk of plastic. “Please don’t.”

• Scrambling to your feet and staggering a bit, you grab another part and rear back. The other human didn’t lash out, they’d cowered, but not you. You’re baring your little teeth at him, afraid and angry. Wild as a cornered animal. “Don’t you touch me.” And you chuck your projectile and snatch up another. “I’ll mess you up!” Easing back so he’s not looming because you’re strung so tight he’s afraid you might bolt and throw yourself off the top of his desk just to escape. And despite the scowl and angry tone, you are scared. “I will!”

• “I’m sure you will,” he says, reaching for a cube of glowing goop and tipping it up to drink. Not trying to grab you as you back up closer to the far edge, tensed in case he makes a grab for you. Where are you? What happened? Your heart is racing like crazy, pounding so hard against your ribs you can barely breathe. Is this a nightmare? Are you asleep? As you watch, he reaches for a long metal thing nearly half your height and uses a servo to work the knob on the side and you stiffen as a blade pops out of the end. Moving slowly, he sets it down and pushes it your way with a servo. Giving you a weapon? “See? I’m unarmed.”

• Watches you lunge, hooking your arms around the little utility knife and aiming the blade at him, struggling to hold it up, eyes narrowed. “I’m not afraid of you,” you mutter, but your fingers are white knuckled gripping the knife. Can tell you feel safer having that and he doesn’t think you’d actually cut him unless you felt threatened, but you’re stressed and on edge now. The blade a little thing if it gives you comfort. And he studies you, frowning slightly as you tremble and glare up at him. “Where am I? Who are you?” You’re definitely not the other human, you’re all anger and fear. Needing help. Needing him.

#transformers x reader #mtmte rung #rung x reader

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melishade · 11 months ago

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Number 7? Also, I love the commentaries you've posted. My favorite part of DVDs is the behind the scenes options. Listening to creators' gushing over their work and explaining little details is awesome!

This ask game

Weill I'm glad that someone likes them. Anyway, let’s have Elita and Optimus argue over Megatron in the Beloved Timeline after Elita kicks Megatron’s ass earlier. For more context: Part 4: Megatron getting his shit wrecked

"I cannot fragging believe you, Optimus!" Elita shouted as she was trying to storm away from him, but the Prime was insistent and continued to follow her.

"Elita, wait!" Optimus pleaded with her, "Let me explain!"

"Explain?!" Elita snapped her helm towards him, "Explain why Megatron is here and the two of you are working together?! I could understand if this was Megatron before the war, but he killed our world and so many of our friends with his war! He tampered with the blood of Unicron! Optimus, he devolved into a madmech!"

"Elita, the war is over and the island barely has enough resources as it is!" Optimus reminded, "The humans need allies-!"

"And your choice is Megatron?!" Elita demanded, "He hates anyone that is weak, so I assume that he hates the humans! And I doubt that he is well liked among them, because that human Captain was drinking fluid and practically enabling me to attack Megatron!"

Optimus' month formed a thin line as he looked away from her.

"Optimus, I am begging you that you do not tempt fate," Elita punctuated, "Do not go down this path! You have no idea if Megatron is even trustworthy! Not to mention, he has always rejected your hand in the past and you will get hurt for it again! Why are you even bother to try again with this?!"

"...Elita...Megatron saved Eren's life," Optimus confessed.

"Eren? The human that can turn into that monstrous beast?" Elita asked for clarification. "The one who I had fought?"

"Yes, he..." Optimus trailed off, "Eren had tried to take his own life, and Megatron was the one who stop him and saved his life. I wasn't there for Eren. I didn't see the signs and he nearly took his life because I was not there. But Megatron was...and he saved him."

Elita was stunned. Megatron saved the life of a lesser being? A weaker being? With no apparent incentive? Why would he?

"Do you intend to leave because of our current arrangement?" Optimus asked in defeat. Elita's anger was reignited as she walked up to Optimus and grabbed his faceplates, forcing him to look her in the optics.

"I am not leaving you," Elita declared, "Not after I had just found you."

"But, you despise Megatron," Optimus retorted, "Which is understandable-!"

"I love you more than I hate Megatron," Elita cut him off, "And I will be by your side so long as I still function."

Optimus was touched at Elita's words, but she continued. "But I will not be kind to Megatron. I will not forgive him. And you need to respect that. If Megatron acts out of line and harms you or any of your comrades, I will personally end his spark myself. Do you understand?"

Optimus couldn't argue with her. Her anger towards Megatron was understandable, and he himself was still questioning Megatron's motivation. "I understand. I apologize for putting you in this predicament."

Elita rested her helm against his own. "I accept your apology. Thank you for understanding how I feel."

"Of course," Optimus replied to her.

(Well, I have a few asks in my inbox, some artwork I'm glazing and commentary I hope I can write. Anything on that ask list above is free game though.)

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merlinfromberlin · 8 months ago

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Masterpost 2.0

Hello and welcome to my overhauled Masterpost. ^^

I’m not sure if it’s better than before, but it’s up-to-date and prettier (in my opinion). And it has smileys now. :D

About Me:

early twenties | they/them; fae/faer | not actually from Berlin

AO3-Profile

University student majoring in History.

English is my second language, so, please forgive minor vocab/grammar/syntax mistakes – they tend to pop up from time to time, especially if I’m tired.

I’m always open to talking to people! It might take me a bit to answer, but always feel free to start conversations via DMs or send asks. <3

Fics: mostly Angst, Hurt/Comfort & Found Family, sometimes a bit of fluff; mostly Transformers

Ships: ships may vary depending on continuity/story and are usually not the focus of my writing; however, OptiRatch (TFP) keeps popping up here and there;

other hyperfixations: Pokemon, ???, Death Note, Assassination Classroom, Percy Jackson + universe, Elementary, X-Men, and probably more that I'm not thinking of right now;

Also just going to sneak that in right here. I’m open to beta-reading fics, especially for people I’ve interacted with before/interact with somewhat regularly – be that on tumblr or AO3. I actually kind of enjoy it, so, feel free to hit me up and I’ll see if I can help. <3

Fanfic Overview:

A Little Left Of Right

"Apparently our cross-dimensional counterparts belong to the more faint of heart," said Optimus. His words sent a cold shiver down Bumblebee's backstrut. "Weren't they keeping pets, too?" asked Arcee, the cold sneer that accompanied those words basically audible. "Pathetic. I don't know what anyone could ever find in these squishies. It's a shame we're stuck here with them." ::What?:: bleeped Bee.

Or: When Bumblebee wakes up after a crash, something is not quite right with Team Prime.

- chapter: 5/? - words: 20,198 - date: October 2024 - ? - last update: May 2025

- first two chapters written for Angstober 2024

Angstober 2024 Oneshots

Series containing all the oneshots I wrote for Angstober 2024.

- works: 10 - words: 10,992 - date: October 2024

Champions Aren’t Born

When a scout injured at Tyger Pax turns out to be barely older than a sparkling, Optimus and Ratchet are horrified. Nevertheless they are determined to keep the youngling safe from now on. But while they try to grapple with the challenges of trying to care for a traumatised youngling, their time is running out. Not only are the days of Cybertron counted and their departure now inevitable, but they also need to find the bot who took in a sparkling to send him onto the battlefield.

- chapter: 3/? - words: 8,564 - date: September 2023 - ? - last update: August 2024

- on Hiatus until I’ve watched some more of G1

Dreaming of Home

Megatron has constructed the perfect fantasy to trap Bumblebee in his own processor. After all, if the scout doesn't want to wake up, he won't interfere with the warlord's plans to resurrect himself, either.

- chapter: 3/5 - words: 10,345+ - date: October 2024 - ? - last update: May 2025

- first chapter written for Angstober 2024 Day 11: Wake Up

Empty Words by Empty Sparks

“I’m still writing letters to you.” It’s the only justification Bumblebee can think of as he stands in front of Optimus Prime’s grave for the first time since his funeral hexacycles ago.

- chapter: 1/1 - words: 400 - date: July 2024

MYFA

All My Tears Have Been Used Up

What baby Bee was doing before Optimus and Ratchet found him.

- chapter: 1/1 - words: 1,629 - date: October 2024

- Heed the Warnings on AO3, please - based on an Angstober 2024 prompt 27: Curled Up

Make You Feel Alright

Primus knew, Ratchet would do anything to shield his sparkling from harm. Yet, the War made exceptions for no one, not even at the insistence and threats of grumpy old medics. Thus, sometimes the only thing Ratchet could do was to hold and comfort Bumblebee in the aftermath of disaster.

Or: 5 times Ratchet had to encourage Bumblebee to open his servo. The gritty, the wholesome and the dark.

- chapter: 5/5 - words: 23,105 - date: June – July 2024

So You Know I Care

As Ratchet waits for Bumblebee to wake up after being tortured at Tyger Pax, he makes a promise.

- chapter: 1/1 - words: 1,003 - date: October 2024

- based on Angstober 2024 prompt 09: Promise

Nooks & Crevices

Hiding was a skill essential to those growing up on Cybertron during the Civil War. However, for a certain vibrantly yellow sparkling raised by the Autobot High Command, and highly sought after by the Decepticons, being able to stay undetected is even more vital than most. It’s a good thing then that Bumblebee is a natural.

Or: 5 times Bumblebee ‘played’ Hide & Seek with his family and 1 time a Decepticon played with him.

- chapter: 2/6 - words: 12,676 - date: August 2024 - ? - last update: June 2025

Numb Little Bug

The feeling was already there when it became aware of life for the first time. It was eternally graceful and wise.

The feeling would still be there long after its awareness of life had ceased. It was eternally graceful and cruel.

- chapter: 1/7 - words: 10,507+ (roughly another 30,000 words are already written as drafts, finished unpublished scenes and notes) - date: May 2025 - - lsat update: May 2025

- TFP rewrite - find the first few paragraphs here

The Best of My Spark You Took

When Optimus Prime gave up the Matrix of Leadership and his memories, some of the Autobots lost more than just their leader.

Or: The reactions of two Autobots, one Decepticon and one guy to Orion Pax. In drabbles.

- chapter: 1/1 - words: 400 - date: July 2024

Fanfic Recommendations:

Bee & Ratchet Fics

I hope you’re having a nice day wherever you are!

And now I’ll get back to writing:

#masterpost #fanfiction #fanfic recs #ao3 fanfic #as a new post bc I wrote this over a few days in my drafts #and then realised that I would need to re-adjust a lot of the formatting again if I just copy-and-pasted #it into my existing master post #And yeah #I definitely jinxed myself back when I wrote that one and mentioned that I was keeping up well with it #but well #here is the new one #all shiny and new #and it probably won't stay like that for very long #so enjoy for as long as you can :)

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foxgloveinspace · 1 year ago

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@excelsior9173 🫡 Fox’s Fic Rec Extravaganza:

(Sorry for another post/tag, but you can’t posts links very easy in comments and knowing me…. I’d run out of room on the comments lol. I’m also gonna just copy past the descriptions of the fics for you 🖤)

Transformers (Megatron/Optimus Prime):

Victory Conditions by astolat:

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” Megatron said mockingly. “You won’t like it, Prime. It’s not a very nice one.”

[Foxgloves Notes: Megatron and Optimus Prime get trapped in a cave and think they are gonna die. astolat is just an amazing author, so I wanted to include one of their works. I am gonna go reread this actually once I finish this post lol.]

Assassin’s Creed (Altaïr/Malik):

Life studies its own emptiness by Scarecrow

"For the coming year, as penance for what you have taken from him, you will obey Malik Al-Sayf absolutely"

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A study on the nature of grief, recovery, loss, and longing; a year in the life of Malik Al-Sayf as he adjusts to his injured body, and grasps with a hollow desperation for a reason to live after failing to protect his sibling, as told in slices of the twelve months he spends learning to forgive Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, the man he blames for his brother's murder.

[Foxgloves Notes: ok, so this is omegaverse. But I am SO PICKY when it comes to omegaverse, so please. Please trust me on this one. The writing on this fic takes my breath away. It’s some of the best written work I’ve ever read in my entire life. I teared up reading this. Idk, like I know it can turn people off, but it’s the best one out there truly, and I was changed after reading it. (You can read this one blind, I think it tells you all you need to know about the plot of the game that you’d need to know, so. some of the most amazing prose I’ve ever read, some of the most gut wrenching lines, just. Fuck dude, this fic is so so good.]

Assassin’s Creed (Altaïr/Desmond [my favorite assassin’s creed ship🫡]):

I was born for this - esama:

Juno did her best to lead him to her preferred fate, but the end is coming and Desmond has doubts.

[Foxglove Notes: I feel like I have to rec the most kudosed fic in the fandom. I like esama’s style, I don’t know you’ll feel about it, but. I also genuinely love this fic, I’m not just reccing it cause it’s popular, I’m reccing it cause it’s a good read, and I liked the plot. It’s a time travel fix-it fic (my favorite trope).]

Tron (Sam/Tron, of course):

We Are Pilots - shirozora:

Six months and Sam still can't shake off his father's ghost, so Quorra suggests returning to the Grid to find the answers he needs to move on. With her monitoring from the outside, Sam goes in not knowing what he'll find or if he'll succeed. What he discovers is a dying Grid that needs his help to rebuild… and Tron, who needs to become himself again.

[Foxglove Notes: I don’t know what to say here. This is like The Classic SamTron fic. I just. *muwh* I love this fic]

Mea Culpa - 2019-2020 (EnglishLaguage):

Alan and Tron (accidentally) start to communicate. This is long overdue.

[Foxglove Notes: my notes?? 😭😭😭😭]

Genesis - EnglishLanguage:

Clu’s reintegration with Kevin Flynn burns the Grid to ashes. Sam rebuilds.

Prompt: Where did we come from?

[Foxglove Notes: same as the above really, EnglishLanguage is just…. Wow. Breath taking writing.]

Kingdom Hearts (Ventus/Vanitas):

You’re not the boy you used to be. - magicities:

There's no guidebook to tell you how to react when someone who made your life not worth living dies. There are, however, hands to hold yours tight as you stumble through the wreckage.

If only you can convince yourself to take them.

Vanitas: the place he came from, the home he found, and the people who helped him find it.

[Foxglove Notes: this is my favorite book of all time. Like, not even my favorite fic, it is genuinely my favorite Book of all time. It is kingdom hearts so it’s got some jarring moments where your like ‘wait, Minney Mouse??’ And you just have to roll with it cause it’s a COMPLETE au, so there’s nothing in the setting that is about kingdom hearts, it’s just the characters. I think about this work at least once a week, it’s so much more than that description, but I feel like I can’t actually talk about what is in the fic, cause it’s one of those stories where part of the story is things getting revealed. (If you read this tho, please know because it’s a complete au, you might want to treat it as its own novel, and not try to get into KH fic cause I can not in good graces tell someone to read none au KH fic without knowing anything about how absolutely bonkers the game series is. I can not even explain the plot, but that’s the point, the point of the games is that they are meant to be experienced, not explained…… sorry I went on a KH rant, it’s one of my longest hyperfixations lmao.)]

#very much so #friend exie!!#7 of the best written fics I’ve ever read. for you exie🫡#also just in general. like I’d rec these fics to anyone who would listen to me lmao

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skylarkking · 1 year ago

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To Heal a Mockingbird

A TFA Ratchet x Mech! Reader

Word cout: 1.1k

Chapter 5: Wounds of the Present

Meanwhile, with the Decepticons-

"Lord Megatron, I have a report that you... may not like." One of the footsoldiers said as he cautiously approached the warlord.

"What is it now?" Megatron snarled in annoyance.

"It's Y/D." Megatron stiffened a little and turned around to face the footsoldier with a cold glare.

"And what of him?"

"He... sir, the Autobots have him, and our inside sources say he's planning on siding with them. If they get his genetic coding, they could create their own fliers."

"And put at a strategic disadvantage." Megatron said thoughtfully. A smirk crossed his face as the gears in his processor turned and clicked into place. A smirk of a warlord who was about to change the course of history. "I believe we should inform his new friends of who exactly he is. Maybe then they will think twice about allowing him to join their ranks."

-with Pharma-

"Stupid Decepticon." Pharma muttered to himself as he took a seat at his workstation. "Thinks he can walk around here like he's one of us, absolute scrap metal! Why I outta- huh?"

Pharma's mutterings were cut off when the screen of his workstation fizzled unto static and suddenly displayed a message. A message that would lead to my downfall.

"You are being decieved." Pharma read as the words scrawled across the screen. "Do not trust the one called Y/D. Do not let him leave. Do not let him know mercy. He deserves none."

Pharma then received files and files of data, all of them containing detailed reports, video feeds, and holopics of myself. Or rather, the darker and more deadly version.

"By the Allspark." Pharma whispered as he poured through the data. "This.... no..." He quickly got up and rushed over to the Magnus's office where he burst in on a meeting between the Magnus, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor.

"Pharma, what is the meaning of this?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"Sir, you have to see this." Pharma said with an almost manic expression on his face.

"What's got your circuits all fired up?" Ratchet asked.

"I was right about Y/D. Haha! I was right! He CAN'T be trusted! And I have evidence!" Pharma excitedly waved for the group to follow him to his work station, and he pointed to the files upon files of data.

"What in the name of the Allspark is this?" Ratchet asked with disbelief.

"Y/D is not who he says he is!" Pharma exclaimed. "Look!" He then pulled up a decepticon new recruit form that showed myself with a far more sinister expression on my face and a fairly different frame. But it was still me.

A me no one should ever see again.

"Y/D is actually the Decepticon Gladiator called Carnifex." Pharma said. "Ruthless, cunning, mad as they come. He's slaughtered thousands of Autobots without mercy or forgiveness! A bot with insane capabilities and skill." Pharma looked over to the Magnus, and his expression grew grim. "He was the one who killed the previous Magnus in cold blood, all without leaving a trace. He's wanted by every corner of Cybertron for an exorbitant number of crimes ranging from extortion, torture, dismemberment, murder, and even loitering."

"That's impossible!" Ratchet huffed. "Carnifex was killed in an explosion almost 200 stellar cycles ago!"

"That's where you are wrong." Pharma said as he pulled up a medical report. "His body was destroyed, but his spark survived. They reframed him, making him the Y/D that exists now."

"Let me see that." Ratchet huffed as he half shoved half guided Pharma to move to the side so he could read the report. "It also says here that he has no memory of being Carnifex aside from a few scattered memories."

"Why's that?" Wheeljack asked.

"According to this report, his brain module was almost entirely destroyed along with most of his memories. He's almost an entirely different bot because of it."

"So?!" Pharma barked. "He needs to be contained! Arrested! Locked up and then deactivated! Something! We CAN'T have him wandering freely like this!"

"Pharma is right." Ultra Magnus said. "The risk is far too great for him to remain free."

"Sir!" Ratchet protested as he tried to stop the Magnus and the others from leaving. "You can't do this!"

"Stand down, Ratchet." Ultra Magnus ordered. "That's an order."

"But sir!"

"Stand. Down."

"...yes sir." Ratchet reluctantly stood aside and allowed his commanding officer and the others to pass, their weapons drawing as they rushed to where I was last seen.

"Y/D!" I heard the Magnus bark from behind where I sat, my helm turning to him and the others with a blank and tired stare.

"What is it now?" I grumbled in annoyance, completely waving off the fact that they had their weapons drawn on me.

"You are under arrest." Pharma said.

"For what?" I growled. "For looking at you funny Pharma?"

"For being as much of a threat to Cybertron as Megatron." He growled.

"We went over this." I huffed.

"Is that so Y/D?" Pharma taunted. "Or is it actually Carnifex?"

I stiffened at the painfully familiar name, although I did not know why.

"How... how do you know that name?" I asked coldly.

"It's yours, isn't it? Only you can't remember because you were blown to bits after you killed P.C. Magnus!" Pharma snapped.

"I.... what?" I questioned in confusion. "No, no, you're mistaken. I never met P.C. I'm just a footsoldier!"

"No, you aren't. You're a murderer and a war crimimal!" Pharma leaped at me and managed to pin my frame down, my legs and arms squirming and kicking in an effort to break away.

"Let me go!" I begged loudly as my wrists were cuffed behind my back.

"It's off to the Stockades with you Decepti-scum." Pharma snarled. He then waved for two other Elite Guard to grab ahold of me and hoist me up onto my pedes, my optics gliding over to the familiar red and white paint job I had grown attached to.

"Ratchet, please!" I begged the medic. "I don't know what they are talking about! You have to believe me!"

But all he could do was look away.

"Ratchet? RATCHET PLEASE!" I cried out as I was dragged away. "Please! You have to believe me! No! No!"

"I'm sorry, kid." Ratchet said quietly to himself. "I... I'm so sorry."

"That's one less Decepticon to worry about." Pharma scoffed.

"What's going to happen to him?" Ratchet asked the Magnus.

"He will be held in a high security facility until we can assess his true danger potential." Ultra Magnus said. "And if he is deemed not a threat, he will be released. In the meantime, I want that information on him to be looked through thoroughly."

"Where did you get it anyway?" Ratchet asked Pharma with suspicion.

"Doesn't matter. Hope that scum stays locked up until he rusts."

This would be only that, a hope. Because fate had something else in store for me. Something that could mean the end of my life. Permanently.

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