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Artist who give Starscream talons… I’d just like to let you know how appreciated you are.

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The father that stepped up

But not really he just didn’t want thundercracker to be a better dad than him.

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Giving that mech a baby

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When an alien robot knocks you up

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I need to give that robot a baby. I don’t care how. Kidnapping is not off the table.

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STARSCREAM X fighter pilot!READER

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Disclaimers: Nothing serious. I love this bot, he is terrible though.

You slept fitfully after Starscream had left. The metal desk was so cold your skin burned and your breaths were white plooms as your body shook.

You were startled awake by a sudden crash. Your heart hammered in your chest as you peered into the dark. You could see nothing but odd glowing pink splashes that trailed across the floor. There was a harsh sound, like a lion panting, joined by the whirring of jet engines.

Starscream.

You slowly unfurled, joints aching, and crawled to where you hoped the end of the desk was. If you were wrong…. well it wasn’t nice to thing about. Your hand patted the surface in front of you and Starscream turned his head sharply at the noise.

His scarlet eyes bore into you, wild and fearful. As he came closer, the glow engulfed your body in red. His face was crumbled up in both fear and agony as one massive hand rested over his chest, the other slammed down beside you. It was his harsh breathing you had heard as he twisted in agony. The strange pink glow was under his hand too, dripping down his chest.

You spoke before you could stop yourself, “Are you ok?”

Starscream glared at you, offended. He paused for a moment before snarling, “Why do you care?”

Why? You had no idea but something deep inside of you, call it what you will, drove you to ask. Perhaps it was guilt?

“Because it’s my fault, isn’t it.” You whispered.

For a while, Starscream was silent, as if your small admission of guilt perplexed him. He pushed himself upright and swapped the hand that was covering his chest. The hand that was once covering the gaping wound over his cockpit dropped, dripping the pink blood onto the floor.

“Yes,” He answered slowly and you noticed his voice sounded strained, “I suppose it is.”

Guilt hit you like a train and you dropped your gaze. The cold clawed at your skin and you slowly curled around yourself.

“I’m sorry,” You were talking again, rambling. “I don’t like hurting people.”

Starscream scoffed and somewhere you were surprised he could hear you over the whirring of his fans, “You are a member of the military. Isn’t hurting people your job?”

A flare of anger took root into your chest. Eager to defend yourself, you glared up at the giant alien. “What other choice did I have? You don’t know me. You abducted me randomly without even caring what would have to me or the people that were waiting for me!”

It was partially a lie. Well, mostly a lie but it served to make Starscream pause. There wouldn’t be anyone waiting for you back home. As much as it hurt, you did not shy away from the truth. You would never amount to anything, everyone had said that, so the only option really was to enlist. It wasn’t a decision that had filled you with joy but you had been so desperate for a purpose, in the moment, you hadn’t cared.

Starscream leaned closer to you, “Your life? Meaningless. The salvation of my race and the end of a millennia long war is far more important than one human. But, you are useless. I should probably just be rid of you now.”

Useless. It was nothing new but coming from him it stung. You turned that sting into rage. You stood suddenly enough to cause the alien to shift backwards.

“Honestly? Fuck you, Starscream. You fucked up by taking me instead of someone that knew something and now you’re facing the consequences of your actions.”

Starscream’s bloodied hand whipped up to grab hold of you, squeezing as he brought you to his face. You beat your hands against his fingers as you struggled to breathe.

“Consequences?” There was a deep anger covering his face but something darker underneath. It looked a little bit like sadness. “None of the rats on that base would have known anything. Megatron’s wrath wouldn’t have changed no matter who I brought back. That idiot is too thick to see there is no point in you lot.”

Your mind brought you back to you superior’s face and with halted breaths you uttered, “I don’t know anything.”

Apparently Starscream understood emphasis. His grip slackened just enough for you to gulp in air desperately. “Then who did?” He growled.

“I don’t know for sure,” Starscream scoffed, “but I think my superior might have know something. Y’know the man I brought with me to see you.”

Recognition dawned in his eyes and he smirked. “Oh I remember him.” His voice deepened into a soft drawl.

He slowly lowered you back onto the table and relaxed his grip, but did not remove his hand. “Perhaps you do have a use.”

Despite yourself, you tried to smile up at him with bruised ribs. There was a nagging feeling in your chest that you had just made a terrible mistake, but you squashed it down.

When Starscream returned, hours after his sudden departure, he was grinning. His body was immaculate, wounds gone, replaced by smooth, glossy metal. The fractured glass over his cockpit had been fixed too. He held you almost gently as he walked along the winding steel hallways. The other robots around always averted their eyes when they saw you. You did the same, staring instead at the purple face on Starscream’s wing.

Deciding there wasn’t much point in arguing or trying to persuade the giant alien to tell you where he was taking you, you shuffled in his hands so that you were half laying curled up in his palm. Starscream had stopped and was now looking down at you with a strange look in his scarlet eyes. He didn’t seem disgusted, however, and resumed walking once you had begun to stare back at him.

He entered through a door and the smell that hit you next made you choke. It was thick and irony scent that hung heavy in the air. It overpowered the rest of your senses and you dry wretched in Starscream’s palms. The alien made a horrified noise but did not drop you as you had expected him to. You looked up slowly, resting your weight against his fingers and looked around with blurry eyes. There was another alien here. It was deep blue with a dark red visor and grey mask. It took two steps over to Starscream and spoke in a very automated voice.

“Starscream :: Assisance, unnecessary. All relevant information :: acquired.”

Starscream smirked, you could hear the smugness in his voice. “Oh I am just here to show my little human what they helped with.”

He moved you in his hands to look at the thing on the metal table and your heart stopped. What was left of your superior lay on the table. You didn’t look long enough to tell whether or not he was already dead but with his innards strewn about his body, it was better if he was. All relevant information acquired. This was your fault. If you hadn’t been so desperate to argue with that stupid, ugly robot then you wouldn’t have leaked that your superior knew. Knew what, anyway? If you hadn’t been such an idiot, then you would have died in his place. Perhaps that would have been for the better, he had children and a family. You didn’t.

You kept your eyes firmly fixed downwards, breathing through your mouth so you would have to smell the death present in that room, but you could taste it on your tongue. Starscream did not stay as long as you thought he would have, walking out briskly. He returned to his room, placed you on a long metal bench and sat beside you. In his hands, you had forgotten just how cold this whole place was and on the metal you quickly began to shiver.

“You did not like it?” Starscream’s voice was calm and when he wasn’t yelling it was more gentle than you realised.

Your blood boiled but you refused to look at him, “Why would I like that? You killed an innocent man for what?”

”It is simply the price of war, you will learn that someday.”

You turned your head sharply, “Someday? It is not as if you will keep me around, I’m not worth it. I’m useless.”

Starscream kept his cool tone but something shifted in his eyes, “You have intrigued me, little human.”

“Why?” You voice cracked as angry tears welled in your eyes. You had been strong for so long, you couldn’t do it anymore. “You took me from my home, from everything I knew. I have nothing left, Starscream. Just kill me. It would be easier for both of us.”

To your surprise, Starscream growled angrily at your response and cupped the side of you face with his giant, warm, fingers. “I don’t regret that,” he paused before speaking again, as if the words hurt him, “However, I apologise.”

You looked up at your giant captor in shock. You released several quick, sharp gasps that caused white clouds to curl into the stale air. You could hear the quiet hum of Starscream’s fans as he looked at you with something akin to concern. He pulled his hand away and you had to fight not to hang onto it, “I have to go on patrol now, but if you behave perhaps I will take you with me soon.”

Starscream rose and walked away to leave. You snapped out of your stupor to desperately call after him. He stopped. You couldn’t be alone, you just couldn’t. You were so tired and so so cold. It was getting to be too much. You called his name again and begged and begged and begged to not be alone.

”Please don’t leave me.”

Starscream just smiled.

I need some help in coming up with a name for this series.

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STARSCREAM X fighterpilot!READER

Part 1 Part 2

Disclaimer: One really mild swear. My 'Seekers are bigger most bots' agenda. Once again, I am googling all the terms I used so if they are incorrect, I apologise.

You regained consciousness somewhere above an ocean but it was hard to properly see out of the tinted glass. Your heart was pounding and your breaths felt short as you slowly looked around the cockpit you had suddenly found yourself in.

The harness was in a heap on the floor, tangled with the centre stick. Even without it on, you couldn't move due to the rapid speeds the jet was travelling at. One look at the spedometer and you paled. Nearing 1000kn and accelerating. Slowly, you fought the g-forces and reached out a hand for the throttle in an attempt to pull it back. Your hand gripped onto the cool metal. Right before you could pull back the throttle, the radio spit out static. On the screen in front of you, where the MMD should have been, was a purple figure that, if you squinted, might have been a face.

“Enough of that.” A cool voice called out from all around you.

Of course. You were inside a jet. A jet that had once been a robot. Or was it a robot that transformed into a jet? It didn’t really matter. Either way your heart was racing and a cold sweat dripped down you back. This was how you were going to die, wasn’t it. No fanfare, no goodbye, just 400ft above an ocean inside a giant robot jet thing.

It was likely no one would know. Your family and friends couldn't be told, not unless the government wanted to explain the existence of robots that can turn into things. Unless the government didn't know? No. Your superior knew, didn't he. The brief look of horror when he'd seen the jet had been telling. So what would they say?

The jet's sudden incline caused you to yelp and the robot thingy growled. It's voice sounded oddly masculine but that strange thought was quickly overshadowed by sheer terror as the jet accelerated harshly, travelling at well over 1500 knots now. That was over two times the speed of sound, wasn’t it. You were thrown back against the seat, arms limp beside you. Your head felt like it was swelling to 5 times its normal size. Your vision narrowed to one spot, the scowling purple face before it faded completely.

You awoke sometime later, head pounding, surrounded in a cold grip. There was a slow, methodical clanking every second. It wrenched you from the exhaustion that had been pulling at your body and you slowly opened your eyes. The floor was a good 20ft below, a dark metal surface covered in weld lines. With each clank, you were jostled slightly, so you reached out a hand to steady yourself. You touched something smooth and cold, eyes widening as something snarled. The sound was deep and animalistic, touching something primal within that screamed at you to run. The grip tightened and you braved looking up, frightened and dazed.

Crimson eyes stared back at you, joined by a disgusted scowl on the face of the robot who held you within sharp talons. This was the jet that took you. It had the same glowing eyes atop a strong, sharp nose and pretty, full lips. It opened its mouth, as if to speak, before it snapped it’s head upwards as a door opened ahead with a loud thud. The force of it spread from the floor, up through the robot’s hand and into your body causing your teeth to rattle. Loud jet engines whirred to life, an oddly comforting sound amidst the living nightmare you were suffering through. The robot holding you entered the new room and you looked around.

There was another one.

Sitting on a throne was another robot. This one was a dull grey with angry red eyes. On its legs were… tank treads? Well, you thought, If one robot could become a jet then a tank must be possible too. The grey robot had the same squinty purple face on its chest and a cannon like thing on its arm. Once it had risen, you saw that it wasn’t as tall as the robot carrying you but much broader. It spoke but the sounds that came out of its mouth were so harsh it had you shivering as goosebumps rose on your flesh. The plane robot answered with words just as harsh and inhuman.

The robot holding you lifted you up to look into your eyes, “What do you know of the Autobots?”

Fear gripped your throat tight and all you could muster was a petrified squeak.

The robot’s scowl deepened but something else was on its face too, “The Autobots?”

Somehow, you managed to utter one measly word, “What?”

The grey robot roared in frustration, a sound that made you freeze and the other robot tense for just a moment. The grey one shouted out in the mechanical chatter again before a deep purple light was emitted from its cannon. The robot holding you backed away quickly, never facing away from the grey one. Your robot growled in frustration, long legs quickly taking you both away. It turned down several corridors, all of which were made of the same dim metal, as its engines roared louder. It finally entered another room, dimly lit again, and set you down on a desk. It snarled again, sharp fangs showing. It seemed like your body had reached the limit of its fear because you found you weren’t as scared as you should have been.

“What are you?” You called out quietly. You were struggling to hear yourself over the noise of the turbines but the robot turned.

“I am a Cybertronian.” You must have looked confused because the robo—Cybertronian sighed, “I am an alien from the planet Cybertron.” Not a robot then.

“Oh, do you have a name?”

The Cybertronian looked down at you curiously, “Starscream.”

Something inside of you wanted to laugh. That was the furthest thing you expected an alien to be called. Perhaps it sounded nicer in its language but you doubted it.

“Well then, Starscream, why did you bring me here?” The alien scoffed, “Lord Megatron wanted to see if any of the locals would know the location of his dearest enemy Optimus Prime.” Oh dear, the names just keep getting worse. “But you are clearly useless.”

“I’m sorry?” You replied, unsure of what else to do.

“Thanks to your blinding stupidity I am now stuck on this mudball for even longer while this blasted war drags on.”

“Yeah. Life on this planet can be pretty shit, especially if your boss is that scary.”

Something terrible flitted across Starscream’s face before he snatched you in one clawed hand, bringing you close to his face and screaming, “I am not afraid of Megatron!”

A quickly as the fear had disappeared, it returned. The force of it overwhelmed you and you began to shake. Something in Starscream’s red eyes shifted and he placed you back down on the desk, somewhat gently, before storming out of the room, leaving you to the dark.

It took hours for you to unravel, tight muscles screaming when you moved them. You were alone with no idea where you were or how long it had been. You didn’t even know if Starscream would return or if he was leaving you to die. You wiped your tears and began to desperately plead for his return.

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STARSCREAM X fighterpilot!READER

Disclaimer: I have very limited, google only, knowledge of how the airforce works so ignore any mistakes. Ignore any spelling mistakes it was late when I finished this.

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It was a dim, gloomy day as you were up early, walking down past the hangers to talk to your mechanics. It was only after you passed hanger 013 that you paused.

The sliding doors were open, slightly parted at the centre, and a shiny nose-cone could be seen. You slowly walked towards the hanger and entered, flicking on the lights and gasping as a gleaming, tri coloured jet stood before you. It was beautiful, in a strange way, but most definitely out of place. You had never heard of one of the keys being painted red, white and blue so what on earth was it doing here?

It was humiliating. Megatron, the imbecile, had sent Starscream of all mechs to pose as human military jet in order to gain access to their databases which might hold knowledge of the whereabouts of the Autobot.

This was a job for one of Soundwave’s strange lackeys not the Second in command and the Air commander of the entire Decepticon force.

Starscream was seething, as he laid in wait among the feeble human jets. How did Megatron truely expect him to complete this task? What was he supposed to do, rip up the whole base?

Regardless, he waited and watched through the open doors. He would leave again soon, he just had to remain long enough so that it at least looked like he tried.

He was very close to firing up his thrusters when the human in front of him gasped. He would never admit that the human had caught him unawares or that he briefly panicked as they came closer to him. They placed and brief touch to the bottom of his nose-cone before running back out of the hanger. This was going to be a problem.

You walked over to where your mechanics were waiting with your heart thundering in your chest. There was something about that jet that just was not normal. You were sure of it.

You spoke about the strange jet to one of your technicians who all seemed equally as confused at its sudden appearance. Resolute, you marched back to your superior’s office, determined to explain your findings.

To your surprise, and part horror, your superior looked at you like you had gone mad. Still, he followed after you as you nearly marched down to the jet. It was still there, looking just as incredible as it had before and it still gave you that strange chill it had earlier. Beside you, your superior paled before telling you it was nothing to worry about. He walked briskly back to base, phone in hand. Confused, you walked back to your mechanical whilst giving brief glances to the jet over your shoulder.

The rest of the day trickled by, followed by next and then the one after that. The jet had not moved, nor did anyone (and you had gone around base interrogating people) know anything about it. It was not on the records. It really seemed like it didn’t exist.

That only made it more interesting. You had been taking your lunch breaks in hanger 013, sitting near the jet just staring at it. Questions flooded your head but there seemed to be no answer to them. It infuriated you. Sooner or later you would have to accept that nobody knew anything about this new and crazily colourful jet.

You spent your night in the barracks hardly sleeping so it was no surprise when you awoke to the sound of roaring jet engines. Any other day, you would have rolled over and tried to sleep. But not today because you knew that there were no scheduled flights this late at night and the only reason a jet would be taking off was if there was an emergency. If so, it was best you get up.

Walking outside into the cold night. You froze in partial shock and horror as you saw the tri-coloured jet heading down the taxiway. Somehow, your legs unfroze and you began to sprint down towards the jet. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind. Who was piloting it? Where were they going? What were they doing?

The jet turned to cross onto the runway and then… stopped. It was dark and there was no way for you to be able to tell who was in the cockpit, if there was anyone at all. Suddenly, with a robotic whirr, the jet shifted and began to fold in on itself?

You screamed and moved back as a giant, taloned hand reached out and grabbed you pulled you off the ground. Frozen in shock you barely noticed when the thing looked at you with glowing red eyes before it shifted around itself and suddenly you were snuggly inside its cockpit. Your mind was racing and your head was pounding as it tried to come to terms with what had just happened. The jet (which was also possibly a giant robot) took off at a near vertical angle. The sudden increase in g-force was too much and you blacked out.

Starscream growled at the feeling of a human inside of him. You had better be worth all the trouble.

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Bots vs a yappy human

They’re travelling and everything is going fine but their human will not stop talking. It’s non-stop as words are spilling from their mouth at truly incredible speeds.

OP would probably just grin and bare it, slightly grateful for the distraction from constant thoughts of the war and how quickly Autobots seem to be lost these days.

Ratchet would gain a thousand yard stare before shoving the human out of the cabin and into the back whilst threatening to leave them on the side of the road (he never would)

Megatron would leave them on the side of the road.

Starscream would not let a human in his cockpit in the first place.

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A bot comes to earth and chooses an alt mode to “blend in” the only problem is they chose a cyber truck and now the humans are confused because apparently this is the only cyber truck in existence that actually works.

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Ok so,

OP vs kind human assistant vs his own feelings???

Every day the little human has been in his processor. At first, it was just brief glances to make sure no bot was accidentally about to squish them under pede. Simple things; he would hate to have them get hurt.

But soon the little human begins to warm up to him. They begin to accept their new role and the sudden knowledge of his race. They begin to smile at him.

It’s a daily thing now. The little human arrives early in the morning and makes a be-line for him, smiling. They ask him about his day, about what work he has to do and how they could help.

Soon he begins to take himself for long morning drives just to get away from the base. There is something wrong with him. His spark has begun to spin, it grows hot, when the little assistant is around. Perhaps humans carry some type of disease?

He should probably talk to Ratchet but the medic is already so busy Optimus can’t possible ask him to talk about a problem no other bot seems to have.

He has begun to run diagnostics when out on his drives (“scouting missions”). Nothing comes up but still his spark spins when the human smiles and his frame always grows hot when he manages to make them laugh. It’s probably nothing…