#possible idea for bot au

[farceurcole]

Sooo… y’all i saw a neat thing about foxy being trans and is roxy

Welp! Management rebranded em’ sassy pirate lass here we go!!!

Ps was foxy’s own idea to prevent management from decommissioning em’ ( to be hip with the tweens/kids learning about identity stuff an still be a cool pirate ), plus it all started when a child gave em a lil clip on bow. Hehe!

Oh an i think chica may be going through some conflicting personality bugs (possibly), still a cinnamon roll though!

For bot au?!

Oh…booooy, here we gooooo hehehe…👀🫠

This is another old draft, annnd also not finished still YAAAY!!!

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

How do I combine my two current hyperfixations???? Rescue Bots x Doom Patrol.

A team made of madness on an island full of madness... what could go wrong???

Any ideas???

[destiny-in-the-universe]

@woodershloomp OKAY, I am… still fucking dying but I have half a mind to write a fanfic version of the concussed! Randy roleplay we did?

So- if you want to be tagged in that, let me know!

[monty-glasses-roxy]

i swear if mimic did anything to hurt spike the sentient wet floor bot, i hope the little fella is ok in ruin

Fun fact! I watched a friend play Ruin in a Discord call and I couldn't decide which Wet Floor Bot was Spike lmao. I think I settled on it being one of the ones they missed, but I don't remember.

Spike is immune from Mimic on account of not being shaped like a human. And also because I said so. She's too Lil Guy, Mimic can't even touch her lmao

[muletia]

I just read your fic about Optimus being jealous of your car/vehicle, and I present you, Megatron in his shoes:

You walked to where your vehicle was parked, but it was not there. Instead, it was a familiar-looking alien jet with a different paint job that sat nicely and politely.

You felt your blood pressure rising as you kept asking where your property is, but the lovestruck warlord insist he's your new chaperone.

Basically Megatron thinks you process colors the way female birds do to male birds.

LMAO I LOVE IT SO MUCH

the funniest part is that his alt mode probably doesn’t even have a cockpit since it’s a cybertronian fighter, and megatron is way too proud to change it. so there’s literally no way he could actively transport you. 1-0 for optimus, i guess. does that mean megs will stop trying? absolutely not. knowing him, he’d probably try to gaslight you into thinking you never needed some pathetic, inanimate car, and HE is a far better match. you do trust a sentient machine that has a vehicle more, right? the fact that said vehicle is also the leader of the decepticons is suddenly irrelevant <3

oooo, i love this idea with the birds. i don’t think megs would go as far as some species (like birds of paradise or peacocks), but there’s definitely something primal in the way he tries to impress you. he makes sure to look as shiny and polished as possible for you and sharpens his claws daily. and most importantly, he shows off his strength, proving that no other bot could ever compare to him. oh, and we could even throw mate guarding into the mix if we don’t tie it to a harem au.

or!! megs bringing you rare trinkets to impress you. when you end up in his hands, he casually gives you a piece of meteorite or a shiny stone FROM ANOTHER PLANET, and before you can even comprehend what you’re holding, bro’s like: alright, so now you’re my mate, right?

[enigmatist17]

Continuation/just ideas I have of the Mecha Pilot Jazz Au by @keferon

First part can be found here :)

A03 version -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/60978709

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No one is really sure what to think when Jazz finally returns to the general populace, the crowded common room he steps into with Prowl at his side going silent at the mech's arrival.

No, not a mech, a frame piloted by an organic Wheeljack swore to the Pit and back was smaller than most of their servos.

"Soooo, what's up?" Jazz leaned against the closest table as Prowl got himself some energon, no longer keeping up the pretense he needed such liquid.

"That's what you have to say?" Starscream gawked from his seat, the seeker looking like he wanted to start dissecting Jazz's mecha as much as pry the pilot out. "Are all organics from your planet this...this flippant?"

"Not really?" Jazz shrugged, glad no one could see the grin on his face when Prowl rejoined him, placing himself between Jazz and everyone else in the room with a minute flick of his doorwings. "Hell, you sound like one of my commanders, he'd be having a fit right about now."

"Rightfully so, I should say." Mirage commented from behind Jazz, the pilot grinning to himself when he turned, only to see what was supposedly a blank wall. "Then again, you seem to be the type of bo - organic to cause mayhem on the regular."

"Human." Jazz could hear more than a few processors whir at the strange term, and after a moment, grabs a seat at the table next to him. "Organic sounds weird to me, so you can call me human or just my name, I'm not picky."

"Human...weird." Jazz isn't sure who spoke as his visor offlined, ensuring his mecha was supported before fully breaking the connection. The entire room went silent when Jazz's chassis made a soft click before opening, noises of alarm escaping vocalizers as they expected to see a spark, wondering what in Primus' name the org - human was thinking when something moved. What should have been a spark chamber was something else entirely, the central interior some sort of piloting seat that housed the human they'd all come to trust and fight alongside, who waved as he undid a harness. Prowl was the only thing stopping the Cybertronians around Jazz from moving any closer, his doorwings up in a sharp V when he carefully placed one of his servos just below Jazz, Mirage shimmering into view on the other side of Jazz's mecha when the human hopped onto the limb.

"Hey, fellas." Prowl kept his hold on Jazz as he stepped back from the temporarily deactivated suit, setting him on the table's surface as carefully as possible. "Aw, thanks Prowler!"

"You look strange for an organic." Thundercracker tilted his helm slightly, wanting a closer look but not stupid enough to test how close he could actually get.

"I guess?" Jazz reached up to unlatch his helmet, biting back a laugh when there were a few surprised vents at the reveal of his hair. "Back home, I'd say I'm about the best we humans can look."

"With an ego to match." Mirage cycled his optics with a smirk, eyeing his friend curiously while keeping himself between any bot stupid enough to try and sneak up on Prowl's blindside. "Your frame suits you."

"And don't I know it." Jazz winked, setting his helmet on the table by his feet. "Man, you guys are just...so much bigger in person. I mean I know you are, it's just weird ta see it with my own eyes, er optics."

"Trust me, it's weird for us too." Sideswipe commented from his spot among the crowd, amused more than anything when the inevitable questions started pouring in. To his credit, Jazz tries to answer some of them, but he steps back when Prowl draws himself to his full height and silences almost everyone when he crosses his arms, smiling to himself when the bot speaks.

"If you have any further questions, you can ask them another time, most of you are late for your assigned duty shifts, Jazz included."

"Ya wound me Prowler!" The human let out a whine at the supposed betrayal, but the grin never left his face as he turned to his mecha. "I guess I could get movin', don't want to keep Brawn too late."

"Indeed." Prowl offered his servo once more, aware of the many prying optics watching as Jazz hopped onto his palm, slipping his strange helm covering back on as he was safely delivered back to his larger frame. They watched Jazz buckle himself back into the harness within the spa - piloting chamber, the chassis closing up when something connected with the back of his helm covering, the visor on the frame they were all accustomed to lighting up with a slight hum.

"Fun time's over." Jazz waved his servo, everyone murmuring to each other while they slowly dispersed. "Man that was fun."

"You find most activities fun, dangerous or otherwise." Prowl shook his helm in exasperation as Jazz laughed, the human leaning over to gently bonk his helm against Prowl's.

"I'll see you later, gorgeous." With that Jazz sweeps out of the room, Prowl watching him go with a look that made Mirage do a double take.

"You definitely chose someone...interesting." The saboteur chuckled, saving the image of a soft smile on Prowl's face for some future use.

"So I have..."

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Jazz had wondered what Prowl's face felt like from the moment the met, in awe at how the metal creased and smoothed out much like his own skin did. Would it be cold and stiff, or warm and pliable? Ah the thought plagued him from time to time, becoming worse when he fell for said mech.

So, when he comes across Prowl asleep (no recharge) at his desk, a data pad clutched in his clawed hands, Jazz grins. Locking the door to Prowl's office, more for the tactician's peace of mind than his own, Jazz quietly grabs the only other chair in the room and sets it down on the other side of Prowl's desk, resting one arm on top of the table. Prowl is still asleep when Jazz powers down the link with his mecha, shivering at the sensation of becoming so small before slowly unbuckling himself, setting his helmet aside before starting the (admittedly) long journey across the room. Thankfully his magnetic lock boots made his journey down the arm of his faithful mecha relatively safe, staring up at his boyfriend (boybot? Ugh no, no way in hell) with an amused smile.

"Always gonna be the smallest huh?"

Now, here comes the hard part, one that could end up getting him flung across the room or smashed into paste if he triggered the wrong response from his sleeping partner. Okay, deep breath, and with a quick crossing of his fingers, Jazz activated the magnetics in his gloves before placing them on Prowl's arm as a test run. One doorwing twitched at the initial contact, but Prowl remained still, and with a deep breath Jazz started climbing, climbing up his mech's arm nice and slow. It was a little tricky when he reached Prowl's shoulder, but with a little awkward shuffling and a twist of his upper body, Jazz was within reach of his partner's face.

Now here comes the Hard Part Two: Electric Boogaloo.

It took a few tries to unwrap the base of his glove with his teeth, heart racing when he was only attached to Prowl via his shoes and magnetized knee pads in order to free his hand, but soon he was ready to do the biggest thing he's wanted to since he first laid eyes on Prowl. His hand is shaking slightly, but that doesn't matter when it makes contact with Prowl's cheek, brain short circuiting at how...soft and warm the metal was to his touch. While it didn't exactly move with his touch, Jazz could feel the nanites that were on the outer surface of every Cybertronian react, twitching when he felt a buzzing under his finger tips. He becomes used to the buzz as he takes his time mapping out the dips and curves of Prowl's face, missing the cycling of optics before a loud chirp breaks the silence, Jazz yelping as he jerked back in surprise far enough to detach from Prowl's shoulder. He doesn't fall very far when he lands on a hand (servo dude) with a grunt, Prowl looking worried as Jazz propped himself up on one arm.

"Are you alright?"

"Yep! Next time I need ta clip a harness on you or somethin', don't want to fall again." Jazz waved with his uncovered hand, sitting cross-legged on Prowl's palm. "Saw you asleep, an' I couldn't resist."

"Resist what?" A quick look at his chronometer showed he'd not been asleep too long, optics flickering down to his partner when he felt something strange touch one of his digits.

"This might sound kinda weird, but I've wanted ta touch your face since we met." Jazz had uncovered his second hand and was touching the closest digit, a look he couldn't classify crossing Jazz's face when he gave it a squeeze. "Weird, these are warm, but not as warm as your face."

"Did you enjoy your...examination?" Something fluttered in his spark at the smile Jazz gave him, and once again gave thanks to Primus that he'd been given a chance.

"Mhm! I'd love to again some time, see those pretty lil' optics of yours." Jazz winked, watching doorwings give a full on flutter. "Glad we both agree."

"You shall be the end of me, Jazz." Embarrassment colors Prowl's words as he sits back in his chair, watching Jazz lay back on his palm, hands underneath his head as he sighs happily.

"Your hand is pretty comfy...not a sentence I ever expected to say to my boyfriend, but it is what it is."

"I suppose you shall have to make yourself comfortable then, I still have some reports to finish." Prowl clicked, grabbing the pad he'd been reading before he fell asleep.

"Gives me an excuse to nap then." Jazz moved to remove the outer layer that supported his pedes, his processor supplying the word shoe as Jazz resumed his position with a yawn. "Have fun Prowler."

"Have a pleasant recharge, Jazz."

Jazz doesn't need to know he had already completed his work before his "nap", merely settling in for a novel he'd wanted to get through as his partner slept in his grasp.

[yuukirita]

Two Bumblebees

Seen some people being a bit vexed that Bumblebee was in the Transformers One movie- because that made him old. And as a trope Bumblebee's often been described as being one of the youngest autobots- Even one of the youngest cybertronians to be forged before the fall of the planet. That might be fanon though i'm not sure.

I don't have a problem with it. I love Bee no matter the continuity. But it got me thinking.

To this I propose a solution: B-127 dies. The start of the war goes on and eventually Primus is like "Oh frag they need the yellow one" and pop him back out before he clocks out. And bam. Another B-127, fresh and young. Same spark.

It would be a pretty angsty Au. Because Bee freaking dies obviously. And Prime (and Elita and Megatron too tbh) has to deal with that.

Maybe it's what makes the war take a turn for the worst, who knows. Then millenia pass and they all see that fresh yellow bot with the SAME NAME appear and they have FEELINGS about it. (or maybe he's named after Bee or something, he becomes Prime's scout too)

Thought we know it's the same spark in both bots. They don't know that. Bee doesn't know that. Only Primus knows and he heckin ded brosquies.

Megatron rips out the voice box of this new young Bee because it reminds him of the last one. Optimus is even more of a dad to young Bee. Elita is still her very angry self and teaches bee how to fight in heels (probably) All the autobots and Decepticons feel like they're seeing a ghost and even tho they think they're not the same bot it's unfair old Bee's lookalike is the one that survived.

sssO many possibilities.

What we thinking? I kinda wanna maybe write that. BUT- I'm already writting DeceptiBee Au... Or I can bring this idea in the DeceptiBee Au... *holds gun to B-127 head*

[energ00n]

I looked around, so I don't think this question has been asked, but is it possible to leave a Prime's House once you're in it? I'm talking about choosing to leave, not becoming a prime or anything. I can imagine that if it were possible, there would be a lot of shame involved because being an apprentice to a Prime is considered such an honor. But it would be interesting, especially for Orian, to toy with the idea of leaving because of his loneliness. (Not saying he would leave, he has Dee, Jazz, and Prima). More realistically, I could see some apprentices not being able to handle some of the stricter houses. I'm just thinking thoughts, I don't know if this is something you've considered.

(Btw, your au and art simultaneously make me very happy :) and very sad :( )

OOOhh good question and you're correct!

The bots can quit their apprenticeship because what are the Primes gonna do to someone who don't want to learn? It does entails shame from the public and the Primes because that's saying they chose wrong. A lot of Apprentices try to power through it because imagine making a Prime look bad lol

Orion wouldn't care about making Prima look bad (he doesn't even understand why him quitting would affect Prima tbh) but he has other reasons to stay thankfully, like Dee, Jazz and others

[voidsuites]

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[cheschesterpossum]

Imagine if one day humanity left the planet/system en masse for some reason, leaving their old creations behind without a second thought. Cybertron falls into civil wars and chaos for millenias until an (un?)intentional reunion with their creators.

Get it? Time work differently in the pocket universe? Ok, sorry that was cringe😔. But anyway-

Ohhhhh, i like that! Imagine going back to check on your creations just to see their planet is currently an absolute scraphole right now.

Humans and cybertronians can be very similar. In this AU, it would actually kinda make sense in a way. Like father like son/j humanity would probably see themself in their creations. Earth have a long list of war and conflict with eachother. Seeing history repeating itself on Cybertron, i like to think we would help or guide them (or at least try).

Now, i have some ideas for how the bots would react: under cut↓

One - humans are seen as myth on Cybertron (for example: the concept of some higher being created us- or aliens). Some would probably think we're not...real? they're baffled to meet their og creators (or Primus's creators) that they once thought were just myth. Oh, and SOME bots would fall into existential crisis (like Tyrest hehehehehe) since I remember there's the whole xenophoic or organic-phobic thing too.

Two - they have zero idea who we are, we're a complete new species to them. Didn't know they were created by us in the first place and would have a hard time believing so. Again with some of the xenophoics, this time in denial until we proved it and then they went into existential crisis again.

Three - this is mostly just to stroke my slight god complex, but heyyyyyy what if they looked up to us. Having created the cybertronians, i imagine it's possible they would recognize n heck even have relics or records. I think this would make a bit more sense if placed in TFA, maybe then it'd explain why there's ninjas robots. Possibly learn and took some inspirations from it. Also it would be kinda funny to see human slangs written in history datapads, 'ligma' and 'updog' being the cause of multiple arguments among the scientists- ok ok I'll stop now.

Sorry for ranting so much!

[mechncheese]

I’m thinking of making a fanfiction focusing on Thundercracker through his life, and mostly inspired by your Au!

Would you read the fic if I finish it?

I wanted to know if you could tell me more of the fallout of Thundercracker with the decepticons?

YES ABSOLUTELY I WOULD LOVE TO READ A THUNDERCRACKER-CENTRIC FIC !

Here's more about my Science AU TC and his fallout with the Decepticons, it's basically the rundown of what I had in mind for him but you're free to alter or change it as you please !

It's no secret to any of the Decepticons that Thundercracker wasn't really fitting in. He did his job well enough but between him, Starscream and Skywarp, he was the weakest link. He never socialized well with the others and he usually kept to himself or within his trine. The trick to surviving in the Decepticons was not drawing attention to yourself and remaining as small as possible. When talking, it always seems like his mind wandered elsewhere and when the war was escalating, the reality was setting in for Thundercracker that this was his life. To cope, Thundercracker would sneak away during routine patrols to look for datapads in abandoned buildings or in rubble. He started a collection and he invested himself in reading whenever he had the free time. Eventually, he also started writing, inspired by the contents of what he's read. It started as diary entries at first but his writing gradually became works of fiction, fantasies of running away, or a world where his life didn't revolve around destruction and bloodshed. That's when he started getting bolder and speaking up against his given orders when he would usually be complacent. Starscream lashed out at him a couple times for it and Skywarp warned him that this kind of behavior is how bots get killed. This was war after all, not some fairytale, and they needed soldiers not dreamers. During a meeting with the seekers and Megatron, Thundercracker had refused Megatron's orders and even challenged his ideas. This escalated from arguing, to shouting, to violence. Thundercracker and Megatron fought against each other and it quickly drew an audience. Of course, Thundercracker lost but not without doing some decent damage to Megatron. Thundercracker ended up losing an arm from the fight and ran off, defecting from the Decepticons entirely.

[whalemleck]

ok ok so im like really invested in your AU rn and i have a questionnn. Aside from his possible baby face that was hidden under his mask, are there any other signs that just confirms Bee is a young mech? Like yeah he was a Sentinel's bodyguard and could perfectly kill you with his knife hands but always makes a mess in his face and hands when eating energon or maybe being clingy to Op

Bee will always show interest in certain things and follows someone like a duckling when he has nothing better to do. Or, for example, Bee sometimes copies and repeats things after some bots, because he believes that this will make him more friendly

Jazz: Bee almost threw a wrench at Blur. Prowl: Hm. Jazz: He took it from Ratchet. Prowl: I'll talk to him.

Bots have to explain to Bee some things he's never thought about.

Prowl: Repeating after Ratchet is a bad idea. Bee: ..why? Prowl: um… It's not socially accepted to throw things at someone, you know? Bee: Ratchet does this all the time. Prowl: Ratchet is doing this because..because. He's an old bastard Bee: bastard Prowl: NO

What's funny is sometimes B does strange things and waits for the result to see if it's good or bad

Elita: So, what do you do? Bee, defiantly standing on the table: Elita: Okay, let me rephrase. Why are you doing this? Bee: ..I'm behaving badly? Elita: glad you realize this. Can you help me take these reports to Optimus? He's worried Bee: ..of course

[feral-aether]

Hey @keferon lol

Thoughts?

Current winter weather got me nostalgic and thinking of winter memories with my older siblings/fam/friends. My brain is very much absorbed with Transformers rn though, so the nostalgia also got instantly transferred into Snowbots thoughts lol.

Specifically icicles. Cause those were fun. Finding the biggest ones you could, checking all the good spots, looking for new ones, competing and working together to get the biggest and best icicles down without breaking them. All the things. But Snowbots.

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I don't know who all would be doing what, but just imagine:

• Someone has collected a bunch of small and cute ones because they're small and cute

• Someone (or multiple someones) are doing different impressions, of different people or characters, pretending that the icicles are cigars, canes, wands, etc

• Some are just laughing at/enjoying the impressions

• At least one fool (endearing not derogatory. Or maybe endearingly derogatory lol) has their tongue stuck to an icicle (either a really big icicle that they're just, like, attached to now, or a smaller one that is now just. Hanging out their mouth lol).

• At least one person laughing at their predicament

• And/or at least one person with common sense spectating/reacting 🤦‍♀️ to the fool with their tongue stuck to an icicle. Like the pained, frustrated, exasperated, Tired TM sighs of Ratchet kind of vibes. (Though it doesn't necessarily have to be Ratchet lol). Or a just kind of. Pained 'why are you like this?' face.

• A couple people are just watching for the fun of it or not fully involved

• People eating icicles

• Potentially others being confused about why they're eating icicles

• "Because why not"

• Wolverine claws but with icicles

• Walrus tusks but with icicles (mistakes were made)

• More pained 'why are you like this' faces paired with more 'your foolish decisions and their natural consequences are hilarious' faces

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Then of course you have the competitive ones:

• Groups of people looking for the biggest and best icicles

• People trying to sabotage each other during the search, other snow-related shenanigans, pranks, and distractions

• People finding really good icicles/icicle patches

• Groups of people competing (and/or collaborating) to get the biggest and best icicles down without breaking them/trying to keep them as intact as possible

• Shouts of dismay and approval/excitement when an icicle either breaks or comes down cleanly

• Clamoring over, comparing, and showing off icicles obtained

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And finally, my favorite, the pièce de résistance (in my opinion):

• At least one transformer with the hugest most feral and deranged shit-eating grin ever, brandishing/holding above their head the most unbelievably colossal icicle ever (at least 2-3x times their size lol)

• And of course the reactions of everyone else, ranging from shock, awe, horror, excitement, and dismay (at being so utterly beaten at the 'find the biggest/best icicle competition')

• And all the emotions/reactions in between/combined lol

Please, I am begging 🙏

If anyone can draw this/any of these🙏

I will be so ecstatic 🙏

If not then please just enjoy my icicle-flavored Snowbots Au thoughts lol

But seriously if anyone can draw any of these I am going to be so obsessed fr lol

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[azaleax-x]

if you’re taking requests for said X reader, you’ll NEVER guess which Housewarden I want <3.

Riddle. RIDDLERIDDLERIDDLERIDDLE BARKBARKABRKABRK. Ahem… tangled AU, please, for the love of god.

(I would also settle for Azul or Epel <3. I have a type LOL)

ALSO I WAS ON YOUR CHARACTER AI AND I MISREAD THE RIDDLE BOT AS ‘impregnated’ INSTEAD OF INTERROGATED

MY BRAIN IMMEDIATELY WENT TO THE KINGDOM DANCE!! It's so iconic. I have the song in my playlist. TOO GOATED. I know people probably want the lantern scene but erm... maybe part 2 guys.. part 2...

I know Rapunzel is the one who starts the whole dance, but I ERMM didn't know how in character that would be for Riddle. So, reader is the one initiating it!! Sorry guys!!

Notes: Reader is GN, not proofread, might write part 2 with the lanterns, first time writing a real fanfiction after a billion years

Kingdom Dance (Rapunzel! Riddle Rosehearts x Flynn Rider! Reader)

or, at least, my twist of the Kingdom Dance...

Loud laughter can be heard from miles away. Shoes clack against the concrete to go with the rhythm of the music. The people who are not dancing are clapping, echoing the beat of the music. The atmosphere is lively, even the elderly are having a fun time.

And then there's Riddle.

He takes a step back as a couple whirl past him, catching a glimpse of their joyful faces.

How overstimulating... He thinks.

His hand subconsciously goes to rake through his hair, a habit he does to keep his nerves still, but he is reminded that the local kids braided it for him. A feat that he never knew was possible. How was he even dragged into this..?

He looks back at the bustling dance floor, his eyes immediately finding you, the culprit of his rebellious behavior.

You're laughing in glee as you twirl with a stranger, somehow not losing the rhythm of the dance. You had managed to create this whole phenomenon by yourself, a sight that would give his mother a heart attack! Just at the thought of his mother makes him take another step back, wanting to be away from the *horrible crime scene*.

Then you make eye contact with him, causing him to freeze up. Riddle watches as you stop dancing, giving him a grin that he has learned to -adore- hate. You make a hand motion for him to come over, but he just furrows his eyebrows. He was hoping you would give up at his stubbornness, but his heart could only beat faster as you sighed in defeat and walked *toward* him. It's just the nerves, he tells himself. Why would he be excited at the idea of you inviting him to dance? With you??

"Riddle! Why don't you come and join me?" You ask loudly over the music, to which he just scoffs at the question. You already knew the answer, and yet, you waited for him to speak.

"Why should I? This is just... wrong! My mother would be disappointed in me," Riddle responds, voice dripping with annoyance. He tries to stand his ground, but the urge to join you gets stronger each second, and he feels like you could see through him.

"You helped me escape the guards. At a pub." You retort, "I'm pretty sure dancing is the least of your concerns."

"...." His face turns red as he clenches his hand in offense. Riddle hates the shit-eating grin on your face, wanting to wipe it off.

"Well-!" Before he could snap at you, you go to grab both of his hands, dragging him to the middle. In a way, he's thankful that you did so since he would most likely spew out something embarrassing to defend himself.

"Exactly! So, come on! Don't be a bum," you laugh, and he hates himself for perking his head up at the sound of your laughter.

You can't help but find his mindset a bit hilarious. He snuck out of the tower, *willingly*, too! According to your calculations, that might be a bigger offense. "Worst case scenario is that we get chased by guards, but we can be discreet."

"As if! Anybody is going to recognize you from your wanted poster. You're literally posing in it! Are you even listening? Stop dragging me-!" He stammers his usual complaints, stumbling as he tries to keep up with you, accidentally bumping into a few people. He doesn't even have time to apologize since you're a little too excited dragging him to the middle. Somehow, he doesn't have the heart to pull away, not wanting to see the dejected look on your face.

"I would ask if anyone taught you manners..." He trails off with a disappointed look, averting his eyes to look at a wanted poster with your face on it. It looks like you're posing for a photoshoot...

"And did anyone teach you not to trust strangers? Not everyone is truthful like me!" You bite back playfully, trying to withhold your giggles since he would most likely hit you with his pan again.

Despite his irk at your snide remarks, his eyes are always on your face, admiring the playful gleam in your eyes. He knew you were a criminal, someone he shouldn't even be talking to, but he can't help that he desires to be closer to you.

You quickly take the initiative, putting a hand on his hip and taking his left hand in yours. Riddle becomes red at the proximity, but your warmth allows him to slowly ease up. With defeat upon knowing that he won't be able to leave, he finally allows his lips to form a small but soft smile at your childlike glee.

"It's really simple, okay? We just twirl and jump around with the rhythm of the music! Try not to step on my feet, though," you lightly tease him, starting with slow movements for his sake.

"Those are rather vague instructions. Is there a rulebook? What if I mess up?" He worries, a little too much in your opinion. You watch him stumble for a moment, often having to hold him up with your arm around his waist.

"It's called following the flow, silly." You can only lightly tease him for now since the poor soul is nervous as hell.

With every small mistake he makes, you squeeze his hand reassuringly, encouraging him to keep going. You're patient with him as he tries to keep up with your steps, gradually increasing the pace. He keeps his eyes on you, slowly joining your small laughing fit as he gets the hang of it. His hesitance has faded, and for the first time in his life, he feels at genuine ease. He isn't living in fear of his mother seeing him. He isn't worried about completing a textbook full of complicated problem. He's only worried about staying with you, not wanting to let you go just yet.

To your surprise, he starts taking the lead. He spins both of your around with a childish laugh, making *you* the one stumbling around. His long braid flows with the breeze, the flowers somehow staying on with all the movement.

"Who would think you would be the one stumbling now?" Riddle teases you with a smug expression, a rare sight for you. You were used to the scowls and sneers, but this? You huff to distract yourself from your reddening cheeks.

You want to form a retort since you hated to be beaten in your own game of banter, but the music comes to an end, which didn't even realize until now. Riddle, with his sudden boldness and wanting to end strong, he pulls you closer to him, chest to chest. You guys look at each other for a moment, your eyes widening. Riddle's lips are in a soft smile, his hair now having stray aways from dancing so vigorously. To notice his eyes glancing down at your lips, causing you to tighten them into a line as the sudden wave of nervousness hits you.

The moment is interrupted when the crowd cheers and claps for you both. This is where Riddle comes back to reality, quickly pulling away. You guys didn't even know you were the star of the show! He quickly tucks a small strand of hair behind his ear, not knowing what to do with all of the attention. To his surprise (not really), you burst out laughing.

"WOW! Talk about being discreet, huh?" You giggling heartily, not looking away from him. He can only mentally roll his eyes, but your giggling is contagious as he soon joins you.

"Yeah..." His laughter dies on as he goes back to focusing on you.

As much as he hates to pretend otherwise, he has grown fond of you, the sole person who is willing to show him what life has to offer. Maybe in the end, even after the lanterns, you're willing to stay by his side.

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I think what I struggle with is focusing on the reader 💔

As a c.ai bot creator, I'm used to focusing only on the character. So, THIS IS DIFFERENT. I TRIED GUYS... PLEASE DON'T BULLY ME

[andauserene]

Can i request shattered glass reader that is an autobot, and the normal version are good friends with the normal autobots, and shattered version meet the normal autobots and decepticons?, i really dont mind which characters, i like whoever :)))

( I love your oshi no ko reader fic btw :33 )

No pressure lol!!

A/N : Hello anon! I've seen your request but unfortunately, I'm pretty busy and cannot find time to properly think of an idea, butttttttt now I can and sorry if this isn't what you wanted. :) And also, I'm very happy you're willing to reach out to me and asked. I'll answer everyone's submissions and requests, but it'll take time. My active hours are mostly day time, or afternoon, and probably Friday to Sunday. Thanks again!!🫶🏻

Warning!! : A little bit OOC. Maybe not related to the main storyline. Mostly hcs and mini scenarios. Gore, mentions of blood, murder or death of minor characters, mentions of abuse (mentally and physically), dark themes, me being a bit suggestive in this story. *wink wink* ;)

Shattered Glass x Normal AU

Optronix Prime (SG)

You were Optronix's most trusted righthand bot, often comes out with a very effective and efficient plan that makes the merciless Prime always praises your skills, and makes a you a role model to the other Autobots.

"Do you see how [Y/N] took down that Decepticon alone? That is how you all must do in the battlefield."

You of course follow his rules and orders, often carrying out important missions he couldn't just tell someone else to do.

And you'll return to him with nothing but victory and glory. And some of the cons' heads.

It's soon becomes clear to you that due to his darker side, he's very manipulative and possessive of you.

It was quiet scary, Optronix never thought he'll find someone he could rely on without having a processor ache just from thinking what could possibly gone wrong.

He adores you with Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving, and Quality Time. That are his love languages for you. :)

As for your love languages? May be vary, but he appreciates them.

But shhhh, one thing I'll tell you ; Optronix absolutely adores Acts of Service and Physical Touches from you.

Your servos and digits caress and massage him so good that he swore he will literally have you as his Conjunx Endura.

Don't get it wrong, he's very sore and have pained wires and coils, to the point you sometimes let out an inaudible wince at how hardworking the Dark Prime is.

When facing dangers, your opponent or archenemy is probably Soundwave.

The kind, loyal, and patient 'con whom take care of the humans really well. Thinking about him makes you feel sick.

And don't worry, Optronix will annihilate him. After all, what's a good Conjunx if not helping their Sparkmate?

Just be careful though, when it comes to berth, safe to say that he'll take all parts of the bed and you. ;))

Goldbug (SG)

Do you even know him? Now you do. :)

He thinks you're cute as hell, but says or shows nothing about it.

When Optronix paired you with him, he just nods and then walks away, expecting you to follow him.

Bonus if you look like a clumsy, cutesy lil' bot and maniac, sadistic, psycho the next.

Goldbug doesn't show it, but he clearly likes how you're so small compared to him. I mean, look at the second pic of him! If he's small in normal AU, then he's def taller in SG.

Will try to impress you by showing a bit of his personality, which he very rarely shows to make you feel honored.

Once he's sure about it, he will comm-link you out of blue and make it as if he's in need of help.

Bumblebee is a mischievous mech, so I don't think Goldbug is different. He's just good at hiding his personality.

So when you panicked, thinking he's dead, he will suddenly woken up and kneel in front of you.

Goldbug is surprisingly gentle as he holds both of your servos and asks you tp be his Conjunx Endura.

Now, there are two scenarios :

One, you accept and jump to his servos, but not before you slap his arm quite harshly as your cry errupts. Goldbug wouldn't mind, knowing you're caring towards him.

Probably into saying things like, "Oho, scared of my death, aren't you?" and "Don't worry about me sweetspark. How about worry for your lil' self? 'Cause I ain't leave that beautiful frame of yours unclaimed." :>>

Two, you will stare at him dumbfounded before you turn around and walk away, making Goldbug stares at you in disbelief and hurt before-

-you jump at him and say "Yes!" multiple times. And "Please don't do that, my Spark almost jump out of my Sparkchamber..." as you sniffle in his arms. :'^

From that day on, as you fight with a few Decepticons, Goldbug secretly talks about you to a barely alive 'Con that you're his Sparkmate for life, Conjunx Endura forever, and not a single soul should be bless with her affection as he does.

Eh, nevermind, he thinks.

You'll always be his, now and forever, this life and another life. Nothing will separate you and him, not even time itself.

Optimus Prime (TFP)

You're an Autobot, yet... why is the insignia purple?

Oh scrap that, you're awfully evil for an Autobot! Optimus thinks to himself.

Even when he confronts to you about your acts, you bite back at him by saying "You're so soft and gentle for an Autobot leader, just like Megatronus!"

Hold up- Megatron? Gentle and soft? What?

"What do you mean by that? Megatron is nothing but conquerer and destroyer!" --Optimus to you, in disbelief.

"Optronix, what're you talking about? Megatron is the softest 'Con ever! His loyal Decepticons are fake ambassador of peace and coexistence!" --You to Optimus, thinking he's Optronix, just in different paintjob.

"What?" --Optimus to you in a neutral yet bewildered expression.

Oh, this is interesting. A Decepticon in Autobot's facade, this will be juicy~

When he thinks you're a threat to other Team Prime members, Optimus will definitely catches and arrests you.

Not like in a jail, but in a special room where only the Matrix of Leadership can open. He designed it by himself.

As you grumble about "Let me out!" and "Frag you, Not Optronix!", he will slowly consoles you, distracting you from your distress.

Optimus is very very very patient and gentle mech, often asking your opinion and mind so he can understand you better.

As the time past by, you realize one thing ;

"Scrap. I fell in love with a fake Optronix." --You to yourself, faceplate bright blue in realization and embarrassment that rarely surface.

And Optimus too, in fact, realizes he fell for a fake Autobot.

"I never recall an Autobot awfully evil like her... yes, I will fix her." --Optimus thinks, recalling and planning to fix you. Literally.

When the time is right, when he definitely fixes and changes you, he will request your presence.

With wary eyes from other Team Prime members, especially Arcee, you begin to drive to the destination Optimus asked you to.

"Will you be my Conjunx Endura?" --Optimus kneels in front of you, asking this out of nowhere.

At first, he is a bit shaken by your unsure expression.

But then, he loves it when you actually smile sheepishly and says "Yes, I will." in a cute, quiet tone.

Team Prime is a bit... shocked about this, to say the least, but hey, as long as the Big Boss is happy, they're happy too. :)

Your habits of slaughter, genocide, suicidal, and such have decreased a lot.

And yes, Optimus did changed you. Literally, and... metaphorically. >:)

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Note : I'll divide this to two parts. Part one with SG Optimus and Bumblebae, part two with Original Bumblebae and Autobots. I think I'll use TFP for ori!AU, bcs it's a masterpiece.🫶🏻🧸

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Do not copy my writings! Tag if inspired! Transformers and all related characters are trademark of Hasbro. All rights reserved.

♡~ @sereneisstillhere

♡~ @soundwave-is-far-superior

[muletia]

d-16 x human!reader pocket spouse au

this crumb was commissioned by very epic @savvymantis. thank you so much for commissioning me <3 <3

cw: none, pure fluff <3

The mechanical sound of fast-approaching footsteps pulls you away from scrolling through your miniature datapad, custom-made for former inhabitants of planet Earth. You don’t have to squint or get up from your open “room” mounted on your spouse’s recharge station to know who is coming. You’ve gone through this same scenario hundreds of times, and it has taken on a nearly domestic feeling — as if you are waiting for your husband to return from work. It has become a routine, though you still feel excitement seeing him after those few hours apart. Relief too, though that is correlated with occupational risk.

Soon, you see him emerge from the hallway, your spouse running far ahead of the other miners, whom you can’t even see yet. His gray faceplate seems to brighten when he sees you, the metal shifting like putty into joy — so clearly contagious you can’t help but wave at him gleefully, datapad forgotten. It is fun, and it can entertain you, but it can’t compete with the company of your spouse. Your D-16.

“Hi, Dee!” you call out as soon as he is close enough.

“Hi, [Name],” he replies, not one to leave you hanging. A large servo slides under the platform you call a room, inviting you aboard. And just like hundreds of times before, you accept the invitation, now safely wrapped in warm, careful digits.

“The usual place?” you ask, more for reassurance than out of curiosity.

“You’re really asking?” and his wide, warm smile melts your heart.

With his passenger in hand, he can’t risk running — too cautious to risk hurting you — but he keeps up a fast pace, glancing back over his shoulder again and again. He only focuses all his attention on you when he makes sure the swarm of miners doesn’t catch up, and that no one is following you two to your little hiding spot in the old warehouse.

“Orion spend the whole shift talking about hitting the city,” he sighs, stopping in front of broken mechanical doors, now completely dependent on the will and strength of whoever opens them, and slides his digits into the gap between the bottom of the doors and the floor. Then, with a single servo, he lifts them easily. “Of course, I tried to hammer it into that empty helm of his that it’s a terrible idea. That knowing him, he’ll zone out and be late for his shift, but he wouldn’t back down.” Dee steps inside and, again with one servo, pulls the door shut behind him, unintentionally feeding you nothing short of awe for his strength.

Maybe it shouldn’t surprise you anymore, or fascinate you after so many months living among iron giants, but you can’t help noticing that Dee is a bit stronger than the other miners. Faster, more agile, the best in his sector. You can’t not admire him, can’t help but be enamored with who he is.

“Sometimes I just can’t deal with him,�� he continues. “He’s going to get himself into trouble someday, I feel it! And guess who’ll be stuck saving his aft then, hah. Not me! Because I am definitely done risking my neck for bots with microchips instead of processors. No way. Not anymore.”

One quick glance from those extraordinary yellow optics, and you know he is talking about you. You are his reason.

Warmth spreads through your chest, and your heart involuntarily speeds up.

You wonder if Dee even realizes how sweet — yet dangerous to your heart — his wordplay can be.

Dee sits down on the floor, back against the wall, and places you on his knee, still holding his servo as close to you as possible. Digits wrap gently around your back, guarding you, making sure you won’t fall. Though you suspect the soft strokes across your back have more to do with his own pleasure than your safety; the softness of the human race still a source of fascination for Cybertronians. Especially miners, who still treat humans like a rare treasure. So you give him more of yourself and your softness, snuggling closer to the digits.

“And how is your day?” he asks with a warm, gentle voice. Any irritation from before can only be found with a microscope, and even then, probably not. But when your answer takes longer than usual, and the silence takes on an awkward tone, Dee adds worriedly, “[Name]?”

“Sorry. It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about how strong you are.”

A moment of silence. A second or two. Then the air is pierced by the soft hum of cooling fans.

Oh? He likes the sound of that, does he?

He blinks a few times, the digit on your back pausing, but when he manages to suppress the first wave of embarrassment, he asks:

“Where… where does that thought come from?”

“From the fact that you just opened those doors with one hand.”

Dee doesn’t seem to buy your explanation.

“Oh please, there’s nothing special about that. Bots with cogs are way stronger. I can’t even compare.”

“But I’m talking about you. About my strong spouse.”

Once again, you hear the whir of cooling fans in the ocean of awkward silence, but your attention focuses on his crumbling self-esteem. You want to mend it. Not fix it, because you know that won’t happen overnight, but show him that he deserves to hear something nice once in a while. That he deserves everything good.

“[Name], come on. If you want me to get you something from Iacon, just say the word.”

“You think I’d send my beautiful spouse into the city? And live in fear that other bots would turn their heads for such a handsome mech?”

Ah, now the humming moves front and center. Dee mulls your words over with an open intake, analyzing, searching for irony or an attempt to butter him up, but when his faceplate flushes a deep shade of blue, you know he believes you are sincere.

“Dee, you do know you’re pretty, right?” you continue, not giving him a break. “To me, the most beautiful in all of Iacon. Or you know what? All of Cybertron.”

D-16 covers his faceplate with a servo, clumsily trying to hide the blush. He turns his helm slightly to the side, avoiding eye contact, but your keen eyes track his every movement.

“D-don’t” A second passes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you mean it.”

“I do mean it, sweetspark.”

“S-sweetspark?!” The second servo joins the first. Oh, how you wish you could gently pull them away and see just how flustered he really is. “Primus, who… who taught you that?”

“Elita. But that’s not the point. Dee, could you look at me, please?”

He doesn’t grant your request immediately, and you don’t push, wanting to give him as much time as he needs. Until finally, through a tiny gap between the digits, a single optic peeks at you.

“I still don’t see my handsome mech…”

“Now you’re just messing with me…”

“Never, Dee. I would never. I’m being one hundred percent sincere. Not as your pocket spouse trying to butter you up or get something out of it. I want you to know how incredible and beautiful you are. I couldn’t imagine a better spouse. And I definitely couldn’t be matched with a better one!”

This time, his engines are running at full power. And you can feel it too, as your warm seat has now turned into a hot heating pad.

This time, Dee slowly pulls away the tightly pressed servos, revealing a faceplate completely soaked in blue. For a moment, he manages to maintain eye contact, but embarrassment wins out and his optics wander all around the storage room, just to avoid looking at you.

Adorable. He is all adorable, but you decide to keep that compliment to yourself, unsure how he’d react.

“Okay… thank you,” he says at last, returning to stroking your back. The blush still floods his faceplate, but this time Dee manages to look at you, inviting you two to exchange smiles.

And how can you pass on another chance to fluster him up?

“Have I told you yet that you have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen?”

His servo flies back to his faceplate, but after the prolonged wail of your name, you know the compliment has reached his spark.