#[commanding silence: soundwave]

[bits-and-babs]

✰ 𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐏 — 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 ‘𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓’ 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

↳ summary: prompt: "Call me that again" — A solo op takes you away from 141 and away from Ghost. You're both at your wits end.

↳ pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader (Delta)

↳ [1k] content: 18+ MDNI. Coms sex (I knowww, how original), inevitable dirty talk, masturbation, reference to size kink, a little dom-sub vibes, a little twist at the end because I can’t help myself. 

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The coms crepitates loudly, bleeding into the silence of the safehouse room and ringing in your ears as you await that familiar, soothing voice that consoled your adrenaline-whipped body. Running for hours, you'd launched yourself towards the sanctuary of the safehouse once you finished your solo reconnaissance mission. Offering to work this mission single-handedly, you're separated by your 141 colleagues. You aren't sure if Vargas is alive or if Soap has thrown himself into the face of danger once again, but a dogmatic conviction grips your mind that Ghost is safe. He's always safe. 

Crackling, distorted sounds shock you from your disassociation, grabbing your heart and squeezing its chambers so hard you're sure it wheezes beneath the pressure. It throbs, the possible presence of your Commanding Officer on the end of the coms like a defibrillator, sparking it back to life. 

"Simon?" Your voice is hoarse as you call for him, your almost embarrassing desperation leaking into your tone of voice despite your best effort to portray nonchalance. 

"Delta."

His gruff Mancunian accent distorts through the headphones placed over your ears, distance scrambling the soundwaves. A rush of oxygen exhaled through your nose no doubt sends a burst of unpleasant sound through Ghost's eardrums-- but he doesn't complain. 

"I wondered if you were ever going to contact me," you whisper, closing your eyes and finally allowing yourself to relax into the sofa at the sound of Simon's voice. "Was beginning to think you'd had trouble." 

"The only trouble I have is a 6'2'" Scotsman that fucks my eardrums with his god-awful jokes," Simon grumbles to himself, the sound of him settling onto a cot sneaking its way into the mic in the form of straining springs. "His codename is trouble." 

"Funny, I thought it was Soap," you muse, and can't help but grin at the exasperated sigh that sounds at the end of the line. 

"Better start cleanin' up his act if he wants to keep it." 

Silence creeps between you both, laden with a heavy longing that crushes your chest. Of course, you'd never admit to missing him, but something about the way your heart seizes just at his mere presence, even from miles away, tells you that you're yearning. Aching for something as simple as laying eyes on him. 

"Delta."

His voice drips like molasses down your spine, inching its way down to your abdomen and swirling warmth between your legs. There's a hint of suggestion in his tone, the kind he'll offer on late paperwork shifts to relieve some tensions. 

Simon 'Ghost' Riley is dangerous. He doesn't give you butterflies— he detonates atomic bombs in your stomach. Obliterates any sense of propriety you have and compels you into a jittery, timid mess. It's something only Simon can do, and it's mortifying. 

"Yes?" You don't mean for it to come out the way it does, drawn out and breathless. He knows. He knows his voice alone has put you right where he wants you. 

"Been thinkin' of you." 

Swallowing thickly, you focus on the growing arousal blistering between your thighs. You're sure they're slick already, arousal triggered by the conversation's shift in tone. 

"Yeah?" You whisper, the single syllable catching in your throat like it's a honey trap. 

"Been thinkin' about how well you take my cock, love." The sudden crassness makes your heart lurch against your sternum, your hand diving beneath your waistband to start touching yourself to the sound of his voice, "Your little cunt stretches so good around me, fuckin' squeezes me just right."

You gasp as your print brushes your already throbbing clit, the buzzing arousal arcing up your spine and lifting it from the sofa. A quiet, gravelly hum sounds at the end of the coms, followed by the clinking of a belt as Ghost sheds the clothes from his lower body. 

"Filthy girl," he muses, listening to your sharp inhalation, "I've barely started talking, and you're already playin' with your clit. Couldn't even wait for my order. Is it throbbing for me, love?"

"Y-Yes-" you whimper, rocking your hips up to meet your touch. Waves of bliss drag from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, eyes rolling back as Simon groans. 

"I bet it is. You gonna use your fingers for me? Go on," Simon urges. He barely has to ask, though; you're already sinking your fingers into your entrance, moaning his name. 

"Ah-Ah," Ghost scolds you gently, his voice strained, "What did you call me?"

"S-Sorry, Lieutenant," you whine softly, eyelids fluttering when you push your fingers against something devastating. You rock your hips again, grinding your clit against the heel of your palm. 

"That's right," Simon growls, breath hitching as the quiet sounds of him working his cock in his fist filter into the mic from the background. "That's what you fuckin' call me. Go on, call me that again." 

"Yes, Lieutenant Riley." 

"Ugh- fuck," Ghost groans out, and it rattles in his chest. He sounds fucked, as desperate as you are to sink his cock into your wet heat. It's been too long; you've almost forgotten the stretch. 

"You workin' that clit how you like it?" Ghost asks, a little breathless now as he quickens the pace of his fist to match the speed at which your orgasm approaches. It's been too long. 

"Y-Yes, Lieutenant- Oh fuck-" 

"Gonna cum already?" A chuckle breaks through Ghost's huffed breath, amused by your inability to last much longer than a few minutes after only a couple of weeks separated. "C'mon, darlin', give it to me, nice and loud—" 

                            ✰

Hanging your head between your shoulders, you try not to mind the heat burning in your cheeks as Price finally stops the recording playing loudly from his laptop. Mercifully, he pauses just before you truly amp up the volume of your whimpers as you cum. 

"Did you even stop to think how this could affect the mission if the targets got ahold of these coms?" Price's eyes flit between you, frustration evident by the creases in his t-zone. 

"Would'a distracted the enemy," Ghost points out like he's serious. 

"Shut up, Ghost." 

"Yes, Sir."

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[in1-nutshell]

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

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

Okay lets do this!

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

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

Buddy needs a hug after all this is over.

There will be tears

Hope you enjoy!

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

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

TFP

Soundwave had enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He places the cube by her desk and leaves.

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

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

This face was for the sake of the troops.

Not hers.

It was never about her and her needs.

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

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

Starscream and Buddy in the throne room.

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

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

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

“They are expendable—”--Starscream

“Those soldiers are not expendable!”--Buddy

“…You poor thing.”--Starscream

“Excuse me?”—Buddy

Starscream walking slowly towards Buddy, circling her.

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

“Starscream—”--Buddy

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

“…”—Buddy

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

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

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

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

Buddy looks up glaring at the Second in Command.

“That’s enough.”--Buddy

“We need a ruthless leader—”—Starscream

Buddy’s servos clench tightly.

“I said enough.”--Buddy

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

“ENOUGH!”—Buddy

Silence fills the room.

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

Buddy vents deeply looking down.

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

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

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

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

Soundwave knew about it.

Everyone knew about it.

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

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

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

She cared for them.

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

“What’s the report Knockout?”--Buddy

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

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

“Really?”--Buddy

The Vechicon squeezed her servo a bit.

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

Buddy squeezes a bit before letting go.

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

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

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

“…”--Knockout

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

“Shut it!”--Knockout

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

Her father was alive.

Her father was alive.

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

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

Buddy starts running towards her father.

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

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

“I mis—”--Buddy

SLAM!

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

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

Megatron’s saber glinting with Buddy’s energon.

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

He spares one glance.

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

He leaves the room with Starscream hot on his heels.

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

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

“Got it.”--Breakdown

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

Soundwave stands still in the place where Buddy went limp.

Snap!

Megatron hit her without cause.

This was not training.

This was done with malicious intent.

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

But Buddy was not Starscream.

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

Yet he discarded her like trash.

Soundwave had enough.

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

Thus, The Plan was created.

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

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

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

BANG!

“AGAIN!”—Megatron

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

“Please, I can’t—”--Buddy

SLAM!

“AGAIN!”--Megatron

“Megatron—”--Buddy

BAM!

Knockout flinches a bit.

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

“AGAIN!”--Megatron

“MEGATRON, PLEASE!”--Buddy

BANG!

Knockout grabs one of Breakdown’s servo tightly hearing the loud sound.

Breakdown squeezes his optics shut as if he were in pain.

“AGAIN!”--Megatron

“FATHER, PLEASE!”--Buddy

SLAM!

“AGAIN ORION!”—Megatron

“I AM NOT ORION!—“Buddy

SLICE!

Silence.

“…oh Primus… you don’t think…”--Breakdown

SLAM!

Megatron exits the training room angry.

No Buddy to be seen.

Soundwave comes out of nowhere sprinting to the training room.

Knockout and Breakdown follow.

Soundwave on his knees holding an extremely injured Buddy.

“Help—Buddy!”--Soundwave

Buddy needed to leave the Nemesis.

And Optimus Prime was his last hope.

He was her last hope.

Now time to wait for the next part!

[moodymisty]

Could I request maybe something to do with Starscream and jealousy? Your writing is SCRUMPTIOUS and ooouuhh yk it’s such a good color on him <3

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: First Transformers post on the blog! I was considering keeping it all on ao3 but if people want to request some, who am I to stop them. Anyways, Starscream is a jealous knob and I love him for it. I hope you enjoy this, it's in Screamer's pov so if that's not what you wanted, feel free to send in another request.

Summary: You accidentally fall asleep inside of Knockout's altmode, and Starscream gets jealous.

Relationships: (TFP)Starscream/Fem!Reader

Warnings: You are a friend of the Autobots captured as a potential bargaining chip, Starscream has a crush but he's also a fucking moron, Jealousy, References to Shockwave's horrific science 'experiments' from the books and other media

Word Count: 1357

The human is missing.

Starscream paces the halls of the Nemesis searching for the only organic that's stepped foot in the massive ship, and keeps coming up empty on each pass. He feels like he's scoured the place seven times over, each one more infuriating than the last.

On this latest one- conveniently avoiding Soundwave halfway through- he notices a distinct lack of a certain bright red mech when he returns to the medbay for the third time, standing in the middle of the massive room and looking around. His wings rise and lower with his shoulders, barely containing his irritation.

It's in this silent, boiling contemplation that Starscream decides to take the hit to his pride and comm the medic. Hopefully he's gotten sight of you, and that can take this annoying weight off of Starscream's chest. Other than himself, he's the only other Decepticon that has had responsibility over you; As Starscream has left you in his watch multiple times.

He's put a lot of effort into catching you and keeping you alive as of yet, the last thing he needs is to find you trapped somewhere or being prodded by a morbidly curious Vehicon.

Though once he gets his servos back on you, you're going into the cage he threatened to put you in. He thought being nice might loosen your lips a bit, but that hasn't been the case. He still has yet to get any information as of yet from you; At least nothing of worth.

Thankfully Knockout answers his comm quickly, and the seeker instantly starts blowing the medic's audials to Cybertron and back.

"Knockout! The human is-" The medic cuts him off, eager to silence the seeker's screech as well as avoid disturbing his current company.

"Relax, Starscream. She's with me."

Starscream's sharp talons curl into fists as he hisses out a reply. Passing Vehicons look at the Air Commander before quickly picking up pace and scurrying by- and Starscream closes the door with the press of a button and shuts himself in the medbay for a bit of privacy to air his troubles without prying optics.

"You took the human off the Nemesis?"

His voice is seething, venomous, and Knockout resists the urge to audibly sigh over the commlink.

"You wanted me to keep an optic on her, so I am. And I wanted to take a drive, so she's with me." Starscream opens his mouth to once again try and scold Knockout for not only bending his directions but being a condescending aft about it, but he gets cut off before he gets the chance.

"And I might not be winning any awards, but I'm not in the mood to be Shockwave's runner up for 'cruelest scientist in the galaxy' or returning your little bargaining chip to you in pieces. So I wasn't leaving them with that freak or Soundwave."

Starscream has never had good morals. Never claimed to. But while he's unfathomably upset that his potential bargaining chip is now out of confinement and in an unknown location, he isn't going to say that Knockout's reasoning is unstable.

The thought of being anywhere close to the depravity of Shockwave doesn't exactly fill the seeker with much good emotion. Neither does his effort going to waste with your offlining, he quickly adds at the end in order to avoid any sort of misconstruction within his own processor.

He sighs.

"Have you at least managed to obtain any sort of valuable information out of her?"

Knockout makes a negative noise.

"She powered down not long after we left. She's been recharging since."

Right, humans need daily recharge.

What a hindrance, Starscream thinks. He doesn't remember ever seeing you do so however; So more than likely, you've been running on empty for quite awhile. Still pacing in the medbay like an idiot, Starscream only stops when the medic speaks up with his normal, annoying nonchalant tone.

"You know, she's actually not that bad for a human," Knockout continues. "How about you just lock her in the medbay from now on instead of loosing her all the time?" Starscream goes to bite back but doesn't manage to think up anything worth saying, and instead throws his hand outward as if hitting something invisible.

If prompted Starscream would absolutely proclaim that having an organic inside of his altmode or even in his servo is disgusting. They're soft, malleable, and not far weaker. How Knockout as vain as he is can deal with it he doesn't know.

What he also doesn't know, is why he's so damn upset about it. He shouldn't care, you're occupied away from him if anything he should be happy to not have to deal with any organic idiosyncrasies for the time being.

However anytime since flying with him for you had been a clearly stressful experience, and Starscream hadn't cared in the slightest. Why would he?

But for you to fall asleep in Knockout must mean you trust the mech even just marginally more than him enough to succumb to recharge.

Not surprising; As you seem to like the medic. The two of you get along decently considering circumstances and differences. He makes you laugh, which pisses off the seeker to a monumental degree. Even he himself doesn't get why.

The only time you've truly smiled in Starscream's presence is when you're actually looking at Knockout.

The seeker has been nothing but courteous to you considering you are nothing but a prisoner, why do you choose enjoy and recharge in the company of some snobby, over-buffed medic instead of him?

With a sound made from Knockout's end, Starscream quickly realizes he's supposed to answer questions and stammers out a reply.

"I will, consider it. Now, return the human to the Nemesis something stupid happens."

Knockout sighs and agrees, making a U-turn and beginning to make his way back with you still asleep against the passenger door. The entire time Starscream paces inside the medbay, all the way until the medic returns with a human in his grasp. Starscream watches intently as he plops you unceremoniously onto the large dissection table. You scoot away from a spot of dried energon and stand somewhat close to the edge, but not close enough that one wayward bump could be your demise.

"I didn't think I would have to say 'No using the human as an excuse to go for a drive', but here we are."

Knockout gives the seeker an unimpressed look.

"While you are technically my superior, I will say that you might want be a bit more polite given I can just tell Megatron what you're up to."

While Starscream glares at him, you look up at Knockout with a surprisingly placid expression. You look in better spirits, as far as they can both tell. The recharge seemed to have did wonders for the overall health of their little captive. Useful, given you needed to be alive for the Autobots.

"Thank you for the drive, Knockout."

You smile at him, and the medic looks at Starscream with a snooty, condescending smirk.

"See, Starscream? An attitude adjustment goes a long way in keeping your little prisoners compliant." Your smile turns a little bit more confused and worried, but less than it probably should given circumstances.

Meanwhile, the seeker wants to do nothing more than to throttle Knockout by the neck cabling.

The two of you are rapidly becoming closer, and he's already thinking of the ways to try and stop it. He tries to come up for some sort of valid reason in his own processor as to why he so vehemently wants to, but comes up empty other that that you should be this way with him instead.

"Just- Keep the human locked in the medbay until they either decide to speak, or the Autobots come looking." He turns around, intent to leave until he hears a small human voice that halts him halfway through the entryway.

"Bye, Starscream."

Knockout has to resist the urge to keel over laughing, at the way Air Commander Starscream goes rigid, wings frozen high in surprise as he scurries out of the medbay.

[paxarsenal]

Mutuality

A WaveWave (Soundwave x Shockwave) fanfiction I had sitting in my notes app since June.

I'm so normal about them ✍(◔◡◔) <(💜💙💜💙...) Spreading Wavewave propaganda all around!!!

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Everything they’d established was mutual. Everything was temporary.

Yet…

Soundwave worked through long cycles at a time. Although Vehicons worked as equals with said con, they would often head out in herds and murmur amongst themselves, turning towards their higher upper in ignorant secrecy. “He wouldn’t go… Workaholic… Always so quiet…” They would say and leave, yet the communication officer didn’t care. He liked it alone. He… was alone.

Being alone wasn’t too bad as Cybertronians put it to be. Sure, all sentient beings such as humans are social creatures. Why wouldn’t a biological AI be? Soundwave scoffed in silence, amused by discussions of socializing and friends, some bot to lean onto. He has no need for that, but somehow in some way, he still felt empty.

Mega-cycles prior to the events of the Civil War, he was just a gladiator within the rings of Kaon. Almost besting even the then most notorious Megatrous, and as an ex-senator, he had ways to keep himself occupied. Soundwave was as loyal as Orion Pax to Megatrous. The latter would then become the last Prime and Megatron’s archenemy, but Soundwave saw the light Megatron envisioned and showed. The Decepticon saw himself as the only one deemed inseparable from the Decepticon cause and to Megatron until he was wrong.

Shockwave… was a newcomer and was immediately impressed by this visionary. He devoted himself to the cause with the knowledge of science at the back of his servo. He was of great use; easy to bond with if you were Megatron.

… If you were Megatron… or…

Soundwave found himself side to side with Shockwave when calculating the future events that would behold on their precious planet. They hardly talked. Well, Soundwave never did, but it seems as if Shockwave could read his thought processor and always understood him no matter the situation.

They found themselves together through their work and even areas of leisure. Each one’s company filled the other with unexplainable warmth, craving it yet never so close. It was vulnerable and bitter, but also sickly sweet.

Everything they had was mutual. Everything was temporary.

Shockwave never returned to the Nemesis after their last battle at Cybertron. He assumed he sacrificed himself for the fruition of the Decepticon cause… or lost his life to a disposable Autobot. However, he kept those words to himself as he always did. He never showed his concerns. Not even the worries of a lost friend…

Thoughts of Shockwave bored into his processor as days went on.

When Shockwave did come back, Soundwave held his tempered emotions between his empty exterior, wondering still thoughts and muted feelings. As the meek Starscream and honorable Megatron discussed the whereabouts of Shockwave’s new discovery, Soundwave turned his HUD mask to that scarlet orb of a con. He stared at Shockwave, spark still alight.

Soundwave found Shockwave admiring the space of blue and violet at the Nemesis’s large interior window. Soundwave usually patrolled the corridors before heading to his berth. It was a mere task any mech can do, but he found it as an excuse to clear his mind off of the stress the crew caused numerous times, be it their own or the Autobots.

He stood by Shockwave, neither inching closer or away. He too glanced up at the night-lit aurora that passed through each universe. The stars reflected on SoundWave’s screen; it was beautiful.

“Surely my disappearance didn’t cause too much of a strain for Megatron or the faction,” Shockwave started, his free limb swayed to meet his chassis as red optic focused on Soundwave.

Soundwave shook his helm. “Negative: Decepticons, steady process.”

“You?”

“Affirmative: Soundwave… ” He stopped himself. He couldn’t start now. How uncharacteristic it would be, the silent and vicious Communication Commander, speechless for words. But even then, he wouldn’t lie to Shockwave, so why now?

“Troubled.”

Shockwave nodded the best he could for an Empurata. “I expected as much, for a high command, you are valued - for me, not as much.” His partner resisted the urge to scoff, to break the vow of silence to argue it was not. However, he said nothing. Instead, he turned to Shockwave and latched his paper-thin fingers over Shockwave’s oppositely sharp ones. They mindlessly took hold of each other’s small embrace, their figures never unmoving until their chassis touched and faceless helms pressed into gentle bliss.

As opposed to Soundwave’s cold exterior of a vision field, Shockwave was hot, radiating heat that warmed the equally cold-sparked mech. The way Soundwave cooled Shockwave’s underlying heat which never faded from Kalis and the Enforcers.

Despite this mutuality, there was indeed something. War was a terrible, terrible concept that separated many physical and mental bonds. At best, Shockwave and Soundwave never made any. Still, their existence lingered within hard metal and soft sparks.

Even if everything they had was mutual… everything was temporary, they had everything.

[mychlapci]

🔌 talking about Jazz buying Soundwave’s silence with pics of ageswap Prowl from Sunstreaker has me actually going insane. That whole ask had me transcending but that last little aside paragraph made me crazy. Just thinking about Soundwave flicking through image files of Prowl, palming his modesty panel in anticipation. Him seeing the slow progression of events, the steady escalation to the current point, through the pics and short vids. Imagining what must have happened in between.

The first, Prowl humiliated and flushing from his position between Sunstreaker’s legs—a PoV from the frontliner. The trainee’s spike wilting from an embarrassing premature overload. Another, a brief clip of Prowl begging his mentors not to lock his ‘little spike’ up. The follow-up photo of him angry and teary opticked, spike ringed and sounded (and still achingly hard) after a successful trial run where Sunstreaker actually got to overload. A vid from Prowl being sparkling sat by Ratchet for the first time, toying with his spike while being timed. Ratchet’s voice crooning humiliating encouragement. Soundwave is… *entranced* by the imagery, stroking his spike mindlessly as the slideshow continues.

Prowl, milk-drunk as he nurses from first Ratchet and then a whole host of other mechs. Sleepy and dependent and trusting and safe. Sometimes there and hands stroking that ringed spike, sometimes not. Prowl sucking on his training dildos, thighs trembling as his plug and his mentors reward him. A close up of the trainee in a high, mewling overload. The one that makes Soundwave come is Prowl warming Optimus Prime’s spike, especially the squirming and helpless whining as he loses control and wets all over the mech’s lap. But the slideshow continues, and Soundwave just… keeps stroking his sensitive spike. The control appeals to him, of course, but the *caretaking* aspect being tied up in the dominance and humiliation is crossing some wires up there for sure. And Soundwave loves it. Watching this mechling slowly submit via attrition, diving deeper into blissful, thoroughly spoiled submission and dependence on the mentors that watch over him. It’s a heady thought for a host model in general. It doesn’t help that Soundwave has compatible fetishes.

Prowl in his first dress, cheekplates flushed with energon as he curtsies for the camera. The fluffy petticoats shifted to reveal the silky white panties. Another of just the array. A string of pearls disappearing between Prowl’s valve lips—a delicate thong for a spoiled little mech. Prowl in a dress, holding a plush petrorabbit. A vid of him humping his toys in his sleep. The look of devastation on his face when he lost pussy privileges, followed closely by Prowl mindlessly grinding on a giant teddy. And Soundwave’s overloading again to the silly trainee fragging the toy in front of the *entirety of Autobot high command* whimpering and embarrassed as they encourage their desperate little mech.

Soundwave can’t help masturbate to the pics again and again, the idea so delicious. And Prowl so blissful and sweet, radiant and pudgy with all of the attention and milky. It’s the perfect fantasy… a loudmouthed brat of a cadet blossoming into a precious, subby little mechling. Trusting and accepting of his mentors’ direction. It’s just a fantasy, but Soundwave can’t help slowly turning his visor to Rumble and Frenzy. They’re grown, of course. But then so is Prowl… and the mental image was delicious. Something soft and sweet to spoil. Brats to train into needy “bitlets.” The first time Soundwave overloads to the idea of his cassettes begging him not to cage their spikes, he knows he’s sold. Maybe the autobots’ little mechling would like some playmates. He’s going to need to lay down some groundwork.

Of course, unlike Prowl who “hates” it but turns into a pile of submissive goo, Rumble and Frenzy “hate” it and compensate by being even brattier. Maybe boss will give up on it and free their little spikelets if they’re too much trouble. Never mind how safe and secure it feels to know that Soundwave still wants them no matter how naughty they are. Plenty of teasing spankings that leave afts stinging and panels warm. Embarrassing time-outs in the corner where anyone could come in and see them. Humiliation, but dedication in return. The arousal keeps building with nowhere to go, and soon they’re humping each other’s caged cocklets as Soundwave watches indulgently. Promising an overload if they’re good little mechlings who play nicely together. It’s all a plan to get them too pent up to fight it and then letting them ruin their stamina by overloading again and again. As many cycles of this as it takes until they prove to themselves that they need their boss to control their overloads, because they keep rubbing their spikes raw. Until they’re whining that it isn’t fair Prowl can touch his little spike, begging for the privilege of a ring so they can torture themselves.

It won’t be long before Jazz is receiving a slideshow in return. —☀️

ouhhh it's probably not the best idea to provide the decepticons with such sensitive materials, but they're lucky Soundwave is a freak. Seeing how well they've trained their little cadet has him brimming with ideas. He's never seen a bot beg to have their spike tied up and plugged, usually they beg for the opposite... hrghh Rumble and Frenzy aren't quite as soft and pliable, always putting up a fight, but Soundwave can make good boys out of them <33 Once they're begging for him to control their overloads, he knows he did it right.

[tripleglitchwriting]

Combustion (Part 1)

Soundwave (TFP) centric, gn human reader

CW: swearing, fearplay, calling a person ‘it’ (unintentionally)

Counting raindrops was not a particularly exciting or engaging activity, but it was enough to entertain you for the minute it took to get another bite on your fishing line. Sure fishing in the rain wasn’t the best idea, but it was better than stewing in boredom. Your house was close by anyway.

The river was always teeming with life- how could you ever ignore it, especially when it was raining? The smell of nature brought you back time and time again. And time and time again you found yourself sitting outside, sopping wet, counting raindrops, and trying to catch fish for no good reason. It wasn’t exactly the life you expected, but it’s the one you got, and that was okay with you.

Until it all came crumbling down when a giant fucking robot crashed into the lake.

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Despite Megatron’s best efforts, the ship was thrown into chaos. At first it was all going as planned- an ambush attack to destroy the Autobots once and for all. Soundwave managed to get a direct hit on one of their engines by tapping into the Nemesis’s defense systems, but it seemed the enemy had the same idea. As always, he stayed calm in situations like this, unsurprising the rest of the panic stricken crew.

Alarms blared as the ship’s main systems began to fail. Soundwave did everything he could to keep it running but to no avail. With a final order from his leader, the third in command was forced to abandon his post and into an escape pod.

He tried to ask what would become of Megatron, but the chaos didn’t allow for much information to get across to anyone, especially not with his oath of silence. Most of the pods were already gone, as well as Starscream who was specifically not given the order to leave.

He looked one last time at the Nemesis before entering the pod, hoping Megatron had a plan. Though, he always had a plan. All he could do now was trust in the mech he dedicated his life to. After all, what’s another disaster? He had survived much worse.

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The thing came out of nowhere. Well, not nowhere, it came out of the sky, but that didn’t narrow much down in your mind. You first realized something was wrong when you saw a plane flying by. Accept it wasn’t a plane, it was a big black machine from god knows where. It started out as a blip in the atmosphere but it quickly became evident that thing was going to land close, and you didn’t want to be there when it exploded or something.

You didn’t get too far. In fact, the mini earthquake it made when it hit the ground knocked you on your ass and almost into the river. Your fishing pole was long gone, as were the fish, that was evident by the fact that there was now a huge shiny jet black space object sitting smack dab in the center of the river. Now, as it seemed, getting rained on was the least of your worries.

You mumbled words of surprise and fear, made worse by the rumbling now radiating from the machine. It caused the river to ripple like a child trying to balance a full cup of water. Every other sound was either silenced or drowned out by the sudden movement. You tried to scoot back. You heard a click come from the thing, followed by the mechanical whirring of paneling removing itself from the shell, letting out a hiss of smoke.

Whatever this thing was it wasn’t something you were very interested in seeing the end result of. You tripped over your own mud soaked boots to get to a nearby tree, one big enough to at least conceal yourself behind. The panel continued to rise but you didn’t bother to look back and see it. Something inside you screamed to run and fast as you could to wherever you could, and you almost listened to it, but another click signified your time was cut short.

The tree was your best bet, and you were incredibly grateful to be there because something was moving inside that thing. Something big. It was as black as the pod it came from, but still accented by purple streaks along its frame. Slender arms and legs hobbled outside, sending river water crashing in waves along the bank. It was like nothing you’d ever seen before- more insane than anything you ever seriously imagined happening to you. A giant robot falling from the sky. Fantastic…

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Something went wrong. The pod should have slowed down during orbit, but instead it sent him hurtling down into an unknown planet’s atmosphere. Not ideal. Still, there was a war going on and he did not have the time to waste.

He seemed to have landed in a small stream surrounded by organic life. That’s what his scanners told him… right before they fizzled out and went offline. With no way to view the outside world he figured ejecting Lazerbeak would be the best course of action, but when he went to wake him up the drone didn’t respond. Only then did Soundwave start to feel a prick of fear. Maybe he was still having a hard time getting out of stasis lock, or he was out of energy after the crash.

Soundwave out a servo to his chasis and pushed those thoughts away. Right now he needed to contact the Nemesis and rejoin Megatron. With all the damage done to his pod he had no choice but to exit. He did so, though it seemed the stasis lock was still wearing off on him, or maybe he’d been damaged, because it took some effort to climb out of the vehicle.

Luckily his personal scanners were still online. It seemed this planet had precipitation in the form of water- not uncommon. Around him were various forms of organic flora, though from what he could tell no fauna. If there was sentient life here, it wasn’t very obvious. Just in case he flipped on heat seeking vision, curtesy of Shockwave, and did a one over on the area. No sign of anything… except a small figure hidden behind a large plant.

He strode toward it, not flinching at the grime that coated his pedes or the water sliding down his visor. The figure got a little smaller as he approached, curling in on itself. An interesting reaction, did it know he was there? Soundwave readjusted his vision to normal and placed a servo on the side of the plant’s trunk.

He peered over, revealing a small organic bundled up in a little ball. It was shivering. Could it be that it was trying to avoid the precipitate by huddling itself here? Well, if it was it wasn’t doing a very good job. Maybe Shockwave would enjoy a new test subject though. Soundwave should be back on the Nemesis soon as long as he could fix up his communication system.

Extending his tentacle like appendages, he carefully pushed the organic’s body open, causing it to squeak and try to escape. He quickly grabbed it before it could run. Its shaking intensified as well as its struggles, not that its weak struggling was a problem for Soundwave. He squeezed it a little, earning him another squeak, and it seemed to get the message. Smart.

Scanning the area again but finding nothing, he resigned to go back to the pod. There was nothing of use around from what he could see, he needed to fix Lazerbeak fast. Soundwave was the eyes and ears of the Deceptions, he couldn’t forget that. There was nothing left for him anywhere else.

Even so, in the disaster he found himself in, the little form in his claw brought some comfort to his spark. It was sort of endearing the way it started up its squirming again and refused to give up. It was nice to know a little thing that that could have so much spirit. Maybe this whole mess wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Sorry this took a bit for me to get out! It’s been quite the week. For clarification, this fic takes place in the same universe as Ignition, but much farther away. I still haven’t come up with a same for the AU yet.

I don’t know when part 2 will be out, it really depends on how much time and energy I have. I’ve been wearing thin on creativity lately but I still have an idea on where I want to take this. That being said, I hope you enjoyed my story so far! Have a good day/night wherever you may be.

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Hot Rod tries to get up, but his wounded leg just malfunction and falls back, making a lot of noise. The Decepticon turns and look at him in shock.

Hot Rod knows he is finished. So he provokes him. But the mech doesn't do anything. And after awkwards kliks, the renforts come and are ready to shoot Roddy, but Soundwave stops them.

-"Hot Rod : to the base."

And the soldiers protest, but Soundwave looks at them and they obey. Hot Rod tries to defend himself, but his energon reserves are very low.

He is taken to the base were is locked in a cell without any of his stuff and just a cube of fuel. He doesn't drink it. A red medic comes in and without any warning, take a sample of his innermost energon. He can't fight it. Too weak to move.

He is there for hours, alone, before Soundwave comes in and stare at him.

-"What do you want, you creep...? Can't you finish a bot like a true mech?"

-"Hot Rod : not his place on a battlefield."

-"What did you just say, you fucke-"

His sentence dies in his intake the moment Megatron himself enters the cell room.

-"Well well well,... if it's not the little Autobot's favorite we have here..."

Hot Rod keeps silence.

-"How funny it is that no one came for you already, especially not even your own leader."

-"They will ... and they'll tear you appart! I'm sure Optimus is on his way!"

-" And yet it has been two cycles you are here. Are you sure?"

Two cycles. Already?

-"Are you sure you've not just been abandoned? Just like at your emergence day?"

-"what?"

-"Knock out. Present to our prisonner what you've discovered and Soundwave, show him your camera footages."

Knock out, the red medic, shows his energon sample and explain that his and Optimus' signatures are at a very high percentage concordance. They decided to run these test because it's obvious how Hot Rod acts just like Optimus Prime. His carrier.

-"And oh, i almost forgot... your enermost energon, being so similare to him and rich in rare minerals, only means that YOU are to become... the next Prime."

Hot Rod was in shock. Then Soundwave reveal footages of the meeting office where Optimus and Ratchet, on every single one, were arguing about Hot Rod.

1)

-"He is your creation, Optimus! Your own creation!! And you are a fragging coward. You already got rid of him the moment you deny him a proper family."

-"Ratchet, i will not discuss about that. It has been 2 million years he is under my command as a simple soldier and he will remain like this. He won't have the Matrix, he won't lead the Autobots."

-"How dare you. You've changed. You are not the old bot i knew before the war. You became sparkless. The kid needed you, and you just threw him in the pit. You could have left him with me and Drift. I'm sure it would have been a good reason for my Conjunx to stay by my side and to treat proprely the kid. You disgust me"

2)

-"Kup, could we speak? In private?"

-"Yes, Ratchet, always. What is wrong? Is Hot Rod okay? The kid didn't hurt himself?"

-"No no, he is fine. Don't worry, he is in recharge. I'm going straight to the point but before, i have a question."

-"You worry me Ratchet, tell me?"

-"Have you notice how Hot Rod behave?'

-"Like a fussy little kiddo? Yes, why?"

-"... don't bother with that... okay, promise me you won't tell any spark about our conversation."

-"I... promise? Spill the thruth, what is wrong with the kid?"

-"Nothing. ... the problem is with Optimus. Hot Rod is... he is Optimus' creation."

3)

-"He won't!"

-"Yes, he will! Don't escape this conversation Optimus! You know we have to-"

-"ENOUGH!"

Silence

-"Yes, i gave emergence to him, but there is nothing. No bound. And it happened when i was still an archivist. Now it is war, Kup. I can't let him reach me. And Decepticons may not discover he is the next Prime. Because the Matrix will remain with me. He is too young to lead. And reckless. We have to keep him because i don't want them to crack his coding and discover important Autobot information."

-"So you never really met him huh? You never met this sparkling that always had stars in his optics whenever is would look at you. Never met the sparkling that could bust into flames at only 6 years old. You never saw him growing up, become this handsome and respectfull mech. You never heard him laugh. He is the Autobot's light. Our hope. Continue to disrespect him, and you're gonna have to face both me and Ratchet and every Autobots. Don't mess with the kid. Don't you dare."

And it went on and on. Roddy was too baffled by what was said that he didn't register the moment Soundwave put a perfusion on his to give him energon. Not his thin digit brushing his tears away.

He was Optimus' denied creation. And futur Prime...

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I could make part 2 but it's gonna be way too long and my hands are tired to type 😭😭😭

You can do whatever you want in my inbox or dms i love this 😭😭😭😳😭😭😂😍😍 big brain you have big brain

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Drugged Hero Whumpee used as Party Favor at Villain's Party part 8

Warnings: living weapon whumpee, drugged sedation, torture, blood, restraints, muzzle, forced betrayal, friend pitted against friend

Ava bared her teeth up at Shadow in a feral grin, twisting her wrist around in her grip so that her open palm was facing Shadow's head -- and Shadow remembered her superpower a millisecond too late.

"Wait--" Shadow's whole head exploded with excruciating pain, her vision flashing white, and she was distantly aware of screaming -- was it coming from her? She couldn't tell.

She must have been knocked out for a few solid seconds, but when she came back to herself, her ears were ringing loudly... she was laying on the floor face-up, but she didn't know how she got there. Chest heaving, she blinked rapidly, darkness faded in the corners of her sight. Her whole body was limp aside from the rapid rise and fall of her chest with every shallow breath.

Voices. Someone was talking. But it all sounded like she was miles underwater, the words warped and too muffled to be coherent. A loud kind of silence filled her head, a buzzing static like thick fog wrapping her mind.

Thoughts were murky and dark as they drifted in her conscience, and she was only vaguely aware of her wrists being grabbed and cuffed together, her ankles following. But she was too dazed, too stunned to keep fighting. Everything hurt... why did it hurt so much...?

"You could have.... do that... asset..."

Shadow could already feel her healing powers working to restore her hearing, until she could faintly make out a few words here and there.

"I knew what I was... don't worry... be fine..."

"Nnnhhhh..." Shadow moaned weakly, eyes rolling in her skull as she tried to focus them on the blurry shape hovering over her.

"See? She's fine." Ava's face formed through the haze, grinning down at her. "Probably ruptured the eardrums, but with her unique gift, the damage won't last long."

Right. Shadow remembered now. Ava's powers were controlling soundwaves, harnessing blasts of sound powerful enough to kill at close range. It's why her Hero name had been 'Soundwave', a direct reflection of her power. Shadow was lucky she had healing powers, or else she'd be dead. She could definitely feel blood running from both ears, snaking down the sides of her head to the floor.

"Shadow? Are you with us?" Archenemy's voice.

Shadow tried to speak, but her voice slurred, and all she could manage was an agonized groan. The tang of blood coated her tongue, as coppery and wrong as everything else.

She heard Archenemy scoff. "This one's quite the enigma -- I mean, how can someone be so unkillable?! I look forward to finding out."

Another shadow crouched over her, Archenemy's face coming into focus. "...For that stunt you pulled, the muzzle is going back on along with the bit. Until we reach my lab."

Even through the fuzz, Shadow could register the threat, and she immediately clenched her jaw shut defiantly, using what little strength she had left. Her head was still throbbing and ringing, making her dizzy.

Archenemy heaved an irritated sigh, turning to his asset. "Ava?" His silhouette stood up, and Ava leaned over Shadow's prone form, right before Shadow felt a bruising grip on her jaw.

"Open." A command. One Shadow pointedly chose to ignore. Ava's grip tightened, and then suddenly Shadow couldn't breath anymore. She could feel her nose being pinched shut.

"You have to breathe eventually," Ava growled. "You can make it easier or harder for yourself."

Shadow squirmed weakly, knowing she couldn't escape. Her lungs burned with the need for oxygen. But still, she waited until she was on the brink of passing out before she had to open her mouth to gasp for air.

And as soon as she did, something sharp and metal was crammed in, pressing down on her tongue and the corners of her mouth, a second before the leather of the muzzle touched her face and was strapped tight around her head, keeping the metal bit in place.

"Mfff..." A keening whine escaped her throat as Ava started dragging her out the door after Archenemy instead of carrying her like before. It made everything hurt so much worse.

Shadow's vision was still splotchy and dark, but she could see several henchmen stare at her in confusion and surprise as she was dragged away. No doubt she was a pathetic sight, covered in blood like this. Though it wasn't the first time... and certainly wouldn't be the last.

Her sight and hearing had almost fully cleared up by the time she found herself being heaved up and strapped down to a medical table. Fear crept up the back of her throat like bile, and she fought to tamp down the rising panic as she was immobilized, leather straps pulled tight around her wrists and ankles after they were uncuffed.

Then the muzzle was pulled off, the metal bit following it, coated in foamy blood and saliva.

Shadow tugged at the bindings tethering her down, testing her range of movement. It was far more restricted than she'd expected. Archenemy had been thorough in tying her down.

"You won't be able to get out," Archenemy said flatly, mildly amused at most by her efforts. "You should save your strength."

"Curse you," Shadow spat viciously.

Archenemy cracked a genuine smile at that, running the back of a hand down her bloody jawline, making her shudder with disgust. "I always did admire the fire of your spirit," he chuckled coldly. "It's going to be glorious watching your flame sputter and die like Ava's. I think you'll present an even greater challenge to break than she was... and I like challenges."

Shadow's narrowed eyes tracked his every movement as he put on some surgical gloves, before snapping his fingers impatiently in the air. Ava appeared next to him, bringing a rolling tray of medical instruments to the side of the table.

"Thank you. Stand by," Archenemy said, and Ava took a step back, standing at attention awaiting any further instruction.

Shadow eyed the tray, her stomach churning with dread and fear. Fear wasn't new to her, she'd been afraid on occasion in the past... but not like this. Here, she couldn't fight. Couldn't struggle. Couldn't escape. Her enemy held her life in his hands, and that was the most terrifying thought of all.

She watched as Archenemy picked up a needle and blood draw bag. "W-What's that for?" Shadow hissed, but it came out shaky, despite how she tried to act composed.

Archenemy raised an eyebrow at her. "When you were being used as Villain's party favor... do you remember what I asked you? What information I requested, in return for my assistance getting you out of Villain's mansion?" Shadow hated where this conversation was going.

"I asked you the one thing you've never disclosed to me before... where your power comes from. The ability to regenerate quickly from injury... It's not like other heros' powers. It's... different, somehow. More unique." Archenemy leaned over her, his head blotting out the bright medical light above Shadow.

"I asked about it, and you said that it's in your blood. It's a part of who you are. It can't be dampened like normal hero powers. It's in your literal DNA." Shadow winced as the needle slid into the vein in her wrist, the blood easily flowing out and into the collection bag.

"...I suspect it is a mutation of sorts," Archenemy continued, "that accelerates the natural healing process tenfold. It's not that you can't be hurt, just that you get over it faster than the rest of us." The bag filled, and he carefully removed the needle. The small pinprick was tiny enough it healed over almost instantly.

Archenemy held the bag of blood up to the light to look at it, smiling excitedly. "This is exactly the secret I needed from you. I can experiment with this blood, possibly develop a serum..."

"To what? Become immortal?" Shadow snorted sarcastically.

Archenemy's dark, greedy eyes flicked to meet hers. "No... to become unkillable."

Shadow burst out laughing before she could stop herself, and Archenemy's face scrunched up in confusion, puzzled.

"I'm not unkillable," Shadow said dryly once the laughing fit settled down. "It's just... harder to kill me."

Archenemy's expression turned thoughtful. "Hmm. I'll be sure to test that theory, at a later time."

Shadow's face instantly fell at the implication of those words. Did that mean he planned to torture her? See how much pain and physical trauma she could withstand? Test the limits of her powers? She wasn't sure how much she could truly handle... she'd always been careful not to let herself get too close to death during a fight. She always knew when it was time to retreat and heal. But Archenemy wouldn't give her that luxury... would he really kill her just to sate his curiosity?

Shadow shivered involuntarily as she watched Archenemy set the blood bag on the medical tray... before picking up a scalpel.

"What are you doing?" Shadow snapped. Fear leaked into her voice.

"Planting a tracker. Can't have my prized possession running off before my experiments are finished." Archenemy smiled wolfishly, a hunter with the trophy of a lifetime as he brought the blade to her arm. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a few minutes. And with your gift, you'll get over it... eventually."

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[weenwrites]

Hello! I would like to make a request!

Ok ok! So I thought it would be so cute if there was a headcannon for Transformers Prime Ratchet, Megatron, and Soundwave with their human S/O.

The S/O is a very shy timid person who is scared to talk about their ideas for plans even though the plan would be the best for safety reasons and also highest chance for them to succeed. Their Cybertronian knows this and tries to get them to speak up more whenever the human seems to want to speak.

Bonus: The cybertronians have to clear their throat or yell at people to shut up because they want their S/O to be heard. After the meeting the S/O gets nervous after speaking out to others and their mech comforts them in their own ways.

Initially, Ratchet used to be skeptical of your plans, but after witnessing success after success that they brought the team, he grew to be impressed by your plans and thinks of you as a very promising strategist (with the fact that you're his S/O aside...) During team meetings or mission briefings, hardly anyone speaks up or interrupts whoever's speaking, so he doesn't have to bother too much with hushing the team so you can speak.

If you ever get real nervous before or after speaking, he'll offer to bring you to his habsuite so you can just sit and try to relax for a while. He wants to help you through any anxiety you have when it comes to public speaking, but if the team really needs to finish the meeting quickly, he'll ask if you'd like him to do the speaking for you.

Soundwave also thinks highly of your capabilities, and as a result you're actually frequently invited to important meetings among the Decepticon high command and mission briefings. Soundwave always accompanies you to these meetings to act as support and encouragement from the sidelines.

Of course there's the occasional interruption, but Soundwave doesn't even need to speak in order to silence a room, all they have to do is suddenly shoot a sharp glare to whoever's talking over you, and they'll subsequently shut up. Unless it's Megatron, then he doesn't have to glare.

He always offers encouragement before and after you walk up to speak about your plans. He always offers to let you practice doing a speech with him in his habsuite before hand. And during the speech, he always stands by encase you need anything or if you'd like for him to take over.

Megatron is very impressed by all the plans you've thought up of for the decepticons, and as a result of all the victories you've garnered, you've earned the title of his Mission Strategist. He frequently seeks out your opinion for the latest operation or mission he's planning, so you should expect that you'd attend many, many meetings that last hours and hours on end.

Megatron on the other hand frequently snaps at his subordinates to shut up, and he can be really harsh when doing so, but if you don't like the sound of people yelling, he'll try to hold his tongue and instead stare down whoever's talking, which is just as effective.

In the event that you may be too nervous to talk about your plans, he can always postpone the meeting and buy you a little time to relax and compose yourself. He'll try his best to comfort you in whatever way you'd allow him to.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Hi, your Transformers au's are amazing and so fun to read!! ♥️♥️

I have to ask, in TFP Monarch AU, What did Megatron think when he found out that Bee is the son of his creation? Also, What did Megatron say to the other cons when he learned of such revelation? And What was the reaction of the rest of the Decepticons when they found out that Bumblebee is the grandson of their leader? What they think about Bee now?, How they treated now? (Especially: Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, BreakDown, Knockout, Dreadwing and the spider 🕷️)

I'm sorry if there are too many questions and also if You don't understand me, my english is not that good to speak or formulated words 😅😅😅

Have a Nice day 👋👋

-Megatron has not seen his child in... well, what feel like forever. Not a word, no sighting. There were times where he feared them dead though he always convinced himself that his own child could survive any encounter and scenario thrown at them. He had trained them himself after all. Yes, Megatron was admittedly furious with the fact that they had abandoned him but he couldn't deny that he missed them. And one day, he knew for sure that they would regret what they had done and come crawling back.

And suddenly, here comes Bumblebee. Someone who he's faced in battle plenty of times. Someone who he silenced forever. Someone who serves his arch enemy. And the entire time, he knew the truth about Monarch? Knew who Megatron was? That is betrayal of the highest order. And Megatron loathes traitors. But, Monarch wouldn't be happy to find out that he had killed his own grandson, so Megatron will refrain from enacting the punishment Bumblebee so deserves. In the meantime, his useless grandson can act as bait. Because if there's one thing Megatron knows about Monarch, it's that they've got a soft spark that won't allow them to stay away when it becomes known that Bumblebee is being kept captive.

Megatron tells his decepticons this. There's no need to hide it. The only shame he feels is that his own code could produce an autobot but he makes it clear that he won't go easy on him just because of it. This is an autobot and he will be treated as such. That means a cold, damp cell and the minimal amount of energon required to stay functional. Bumblebee should count himself lucky that Megatron doesn't send him to the torture chambers as well.

-Starscream is caught off guard. He knew about Monarch, he wouldn't be able to call himself the Second In Command if he didn't, but he had always assumed them to be long dead. That was good, because if they ever were to return, they would have claim to the decepticon throne. Sure, Megatron might imprison them for a while for the offense of 'abandoning' him but Starscream was sure that he would eventually have forgiven them. But again, he had assumed Monarch dead, and therefore not a threat. Then Megatron has to break the news that not only are they alive, but Bumblebee is his grandson! So now there's not just one threat to the throne, but two!

Now, Starscream never liked Bumblebee. Too much of a goody two-shoes. But now he straight up hates him, solely because he's related to Megatron. If there's something the universe doesn't need it's more of his blasted code running around. Starscream knows that Bumblebee would never willingly take the decepticon throne, or become a decepticon for that matter, but the principle stands!

-Unlike most other decepticons, Soundwave personally knew Monarch. He personally watched them grow from a small bitlet into a young, capable adult. Even when they left, he couldn't bring himself to hate them. They were like his own child, his own metal and code. So when Soundwave is told that Bumblebee is Monarch's sparkling? He can't help it, his spark instantly softens. While Megatron might treat Bumblebee with contempt, Soundwave allows himself to be kinder. Softer. Not enough to attract the attention of Megatron but just enough to make Bumblebee's imprisonment more bearable.

After the revelation, now when Soundwave thinks back upon everything he knows about Bumblebee and compares it to Monarch. He can see the similarities, not just to Monarch but to Megatron as well. Stubborn, brave, with a sense of justice. There's a part of Soundwave that regrets the fact that he's been fighting Monarch's son this entire time but another part of him is proud of how strong he's proven himself to be. While the likelyhood of Bumblebee joining the decepticons is low but they just have to win the war while in his good graces and then maybe one day they will one day have a good familial relationship.

-When Megatron had called upon all commanding officers currently stationed on Earth, Knockout had expected a great many things. When he had seen Bumblebee, kneeling and restrained in front Megatron, he expected a public execution. But the autobot, his grandson? Now that's interesting. Knockout had heard about Monarch, it was hot gossip among all decepticon ranks. Megatron's runaway creation. And now his grandson is an autobot? How scandalous.

Knockout is mostly just amused with the entire situation. He feels secure where he's standing. He's never really antagonized Bumblebee so Monarch probably won't go after him if they were to ever show up and he's too valuable to the decepticon cause for Megatron to get rid of him just because of some comments and jokes. And this is the most interesting thing he's seen in millennia so Knockout is going to make the most of it. Non-stop gossip from this guy, will even gossip with autobots.

-Is Breakdown shocked? Well, duh! He's been clobbering on Bumblebee for millions of years! And now you tell him he's Megatron's grandson? He's not sure what this means for him but it can't be anything good. Oh, and if Monarch learns about it? Then Breakdown can count his days because if they are anything like their Creator, they are one vengeful bot. Whenever Knockout starts gossiping, Breakdown just groans and buries his head in his servos. Knockout finds it funny each and every time.

In all honesty, Breakdown feels bad for Bumblebee. I mean, imagine your enemy leader also being your grandpa? That's really messed up. If Breakdown were in his position, well, he's not even sure what he would do, it's such an outlandish concept to him. He's sympathetic to Bumblebee and treats him fairly well, only partially because he's related to Megatron. Ask Bee a bit about Monarch, mostly just to make sure that the bot won't beat him up too badly when they come to break out their creation.

-Shockwave did not expect this. Truthfully, he haven't thought about Monarch in millions of years, not even considered the fact that they might have decided to have offspring. A mistake on his part. Obviously this will have repercussions on the decepticons, now with the original heir being revealed as still alive and an additional heir now available. But more than that, an autobot heir that could affect the moral of their troops. This is not optimal.

Truthfully, Shockwave couldn't care less about Bumblebee as an individual, only as an unexpected outlier in his careful planning. Same thing with Monarch. He does not care about any of them, only what trouble they might bring. How does this change Megatron's emotional state? His state of mind? Shockwave dislikes how much these revelation changes his carefully laid plans.

-Honestly? Dreadwing is kinda happy. He never had the honor of meeting Monarch but from what he's heard, they were a honorable person, headstrong. And from what he's seen from Bumblebee, he is very much the same. They may be on different sides but Dreadwing can still respect him as a fellow warrior. And the fact that he's now revealed as a decepticon heir? What is there not to be happy about? Yes, Bumblebee might be an autobot but to Dreadwing, that means little.

While in captivity, Dreadwing treats Bumblebee with respect. He commends his abilities and feats in battle. Whenever Megatron is not looking, he brings him extra fuel. While he does not like gossip, he will listen to Knockout and talk to him about it, though he will shut down any attempts on speculation regarding Bumblebee's state as heir or Megatron's relationship with him. That's too personal to be talked about in such a manner.

-Airachnid is positively delighted by the news, simply because of the chaos and uncertainty it brews within the ranks. She realizes that this is a very volatile time and that it can provide her ample opportunity to climb in rank and gain more power/influence. She knows that Bumblebee will never like her and that Monarch will probably never ally with her but that does not mean that she can't cement her future in the decepticon army.

Airachnid enjoys taunting Bumblebee, standing just outside his cell and spouting venomous words that poison his mind, fill him with self doubt and anger. She whispers seeds of discord into the ears of vehicons, make them doubt Megatron and his judgement. She hopes to turn them against Bumblebee and Monarch, make them do the dirty job and get rid of them for her.

[rowiewritesstuff]

Is it alright for a tfp soundwave X cybertronian assassin reader? the reader could be a neutral or an autobot anything that can make your process easier :)

TFP Soundwave X Assassin Cybertronian Reader

sorry if it seems rushed I'm trying to get these asks out as soon as I could ahhhh

You didn’t care who you worked for as long as you got paid in energon or supplies. Autobot or Decepticon, you didn’t care. Most times, however, it was Decepticons paying you a hefty amount to track down traitors. Megatron saw you as one of his most loyal soldiers, even if you weren’t a Decepticon.

While you were a bounty hunter, you weren’t without morals. There were many occasions that you wouldn’t take a bounty- anytime there was an NAIL you’d let them go.

You were often paid by the silent second in command, the one that Megatron trusted the most. You loved it when Soundwave was the one to show up to give you the contracts. While you wouldn’t admit it, you had a huge crush on him. You’d actually liked him since he was a senator on Cybertron, being a secretary to Sentinel at the time. When the war struck you decided to part ways with either side.

You shook your head. “Dammit, Firebuster…” you sighed. Firebuster had been an acquaintance, but you still dreaded killing him. He’d helped you out once or twice- but energon is energon.

The silent mech just nodded at you. He felt bad giving you this contract but Megatron had ordered it. Soundwave could tell you didn’t want to take it, too. Before he could let his feelings get the better of him he opened a groundbridge to the Nemesis and left.

Firebuster was a tough one to track and would be an even tougher bot to fight. He had the ability to light himself on fire for a few cycles. He was an incredibly strong Decepticon- one who just didn’t want to fight in the war.

When you’d found him, you tried to make it quick so he wouldn’t feel pain. Unfortunately the old con was too quick and managed to dodge the attack. For at least an hour you both exchanged blows and snarky remarks. Even though you were both fighting you clearly showed great respect towards each other. 

Firebuster managed to get you down onto your knees and placed his blaster to your helm. You were shaking from exhaustion and you just looked into his optics. “Good fight, Buster.” A small grin raised onto your faceplate. 

“Yeah, it was. It was an honor to get to battle you.” Firebuster allowed a small smile before he frowned again. “Any last words?”

You thought for a moment. “Nah, not really. I’m just glad you’re not that aft Shockwave.” 

Firebuster fired up to kill you and you gently closed your optics. A loud whooshing sound came from behind Firebuster and you both turned to look at it. A large group of Vehicons ran through with Soundwave leading the charge. 

You and Firebuster looked on in confusion. Why were they here?

You were quickly dragged away as Soundwave rushed to fight the already weakened Firebuster to the death, quickly offlining him. Your vision began to fade as your wounds leaked more, and soon you fell into stasis. 

Soundwave panicked when he saw your life signal begin to dwindle. He knew you were hurt badly. He quickly went to his Lord with the stats of your well being on his visor. 

Megatron ordered a rescue mission- he knew that Firebuster would be trouble, and you weren’t as expendable as the Vehicons. 

When Soundwave saw you at Firebuster’s mercy he saw blue. He quickly rushed in to end the traitor. It was only a few moves before Firebuster’s innermost energon coated the dirt below. 

Soundwave gestured to the crews to clean up the mess so no prying human eyes would know the truth of their existence on this planet. Within a blink the stealthy Decepticon barged into the medbay where Knockout was working on you. 

Knockout turned to grab a tool when he bumped into Soundwave’s slightly larger frame. “AH! Scrap, Soundwave! We need to get you a fraggin’ bell!” Soundwave’s silence made Knockout shiver. “They’ll be fine. It’s much worse than it looks- they’ll probably be back up on their pedes in a few stellar cycles.” 

Soundwave was relieved. He ended up doing most of his work in the medbay (which caused a sudden decrease in patients for Knockout). 

You woke up to the almost soundless typing next to you. Soundwave was leaned over in a chair, focused on the datapad before him. You smiled gently and reached over to his servo, holding it.

Soundwave looked over to you quickly and stood up. He pointed at your wounds and presented a question mark on his face. 

“I’m fine, Sounds. I don’t feel too bad.” You began to get off of the berth but you were pushed back down. Soundwave’s visor turned a deep red as an X appeared on it. 

“Don’t- move. Rest- doctor’s orders!” He clipped together. You sighed and laid back.

“Just for a day or so- then I have to get back to work. Bounties won’t offline themselves, after all.”

Soundwave then said something that shocked you. A quiet, almost unheard ‘no’. Your eyes widened. You hadn’t heard that voice since before the war.

“Soundwave… you spo-” a digit covered your derma. He looked at you and nodded. He moved closer to hold you gently in his arms. 

“Stay… with me.” He mumbled. You became the one without words as you just nodded and held him closer. 

You were soon branded with the Decepticon insignia, and fell into their ranks as the fourth in command. You and Soundwave remained close, and when the war ended in victory you became officially conjunx.

[whatwooshkai]

Hot Rod drags himself to the door, rubbing at his optics. Who in Primus' name thinks it's a good idea to call on him in the middle of the primus-damned night? (Well, in their defense, Hot Rod was still up playing video games, so he's playing this up to be way more inconvenient than it actually is). Hot Rod yawns and slumps his spoiler, projecting annoyance and tiredness into his field. Hopefully whoever decided to bother him will take the hint and go away before he has to make them. "Why- what the fuck." Hot Rod's spoiler jumps back up immediately, because why the fuck is Soundwave the Decepticon second-in-command standing on his doorstep in the middle of the night, leaning heavily against the doorframe. He's holding a bottle of high grade in his other hand, and based on the haziness of his field, he's absolutely shitfaced. Why the fuck is Soundwave, the Decepticon second-in-command, absolutely shitfaced on my doorstep in the middle of the night?? "Soundwave-" Hot Rod starts, because holy shit he has so many questions. Soundwave raises his hand with the bottle to cut him off, but Hot Rod pushes the hand away. "Soundwave, what the hell are you doing here? How did you even get here? What if someone sees you-" "You make me feel things I don't understand," Soundwave interrupts, waving the bottle around. His voice is slurred and staticky, but it shocks Hot Rod into brief silence. "So I will express it through song." Hot Rod can't keep the horror out of his field when Soundwave's speakers start blasting a song in English, reverberating off the walls of the neighborhood. "IT'S TEARIN' UP MY HEART WHEN I'M WITH YOU-" "Holy shit, get inside right now-" Hot Rod grabs Soundwave's shoulders and drags him inside the house, slamming the door shut. Hopefully no one comes investigating, because Soundwave shows absolutely no intention of stopping the song, in fact, he clings onto Hot Rod tightly, who can feel the bass reverberate through his frame. "AND NO MATTER WHAT I DO I FEEL THE PAIN, WITH OR WITHOUT YOU-" "Please shut that off," Hot Rod begs, but Soundwave shakes his helm, dragging it across Hot Rod's chest. "No. Understand," he slurs, a beat of something unrecognizable going through his field. Hot Rod hisses a couple expletives through his clenched teeth, but lets his spoiler drop to its resting position. The worst part about this whole situation is that this isn't a new behavior for Soundwave. This aft has been blasting desperately romantic earth music at Hot Rod for weeks now. For example, the peace talks almost a month ago. Hot Rod had vouched for Soundwave. He'd said some rather nice things about the guy, and in response, Soundwave had, seemingly unintentionally, started blasting a sensual saxophone instrumental, which he had desperately tried to turn off. In the moment, it'd be absolutely hilarious and twice as confusing, but Hot Rod hadn't pressed or really thought anything of it. He sure as hell wishes he had now, though. "And no matter what I do I feel the pain, with or without you..."

just a thought. I think they deserved to be happy

[in1-nutshell]

Hi!! ❤️🇻🇳 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) love from Vietnam for u writing~

*Mention: A lil kill and violence here ಠ_ಠ*

So, I was cooking, and then...my mind come an ideal for Shattered Glass Au ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What happen when Megatron Daughter meet SG!Megatron!!

I images that, SG and Origin world got a portal connect two world together.

What reaction when Buddy first see SG!Megs? I think she gonna be scared and hid in her room.

What reaction when she saw SG!Megatron is a great patient, loving dad toward her just like OP?

Will she get close to him and call him "Dad"?

(I think SG!Megs gonna teary when he hear her call him that 🥹, I'm not cry...)

Because SG!OP very violence, to make SG!Megatron fight him in Cybertron.

OP decide to kidnap and kill small sparkling Buddy infront of SG!Megatron.

SG! Megatron: I'm happy...cause you still alive in this world, lil one...

(I'm not crying 🥲...nope...)

And what punishment will happen to Megatron when SG!Megatron hear he, himself in this world abused Lil Buddy while he supposed to cherish and protect her, not be her nightmare 🥲

SG!Megs: I'm sorwy...

Buddy: Not your faul...dad...

SG!Megs: *Tear split out of his eye* I'M NOT DERSERVE YOU!!! WOAHHHHH!!!

Oh!

Oh...

Oh...

Prepare any tissues at hand, they will be used.

This is my interpretation of SG! TFP, it may change in other works if the plot needs it.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality meeting SG! Megatron

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hurt and Comfort, mentions of violence and death, nothing graphic though, Cybertronian reader

TFP

It was a normal day on base.

Buddy was watching a movie with the kids on the projector.

Bee and Smokescreen had just gotten back from patrol.

Arcee was talking with Optimus and Ratchet about something.

The Wreckers had managed to get Magnus to throw a lob after days of pestering.

Truly a lovely day.

Until the portal spawned in the center of the base.

“Oh, not this again!”--Buddy

Buddy shields the kids with her frame.

“What do you mean again!”--Miko

“Trust me this has happened more times than I would like to have! The travel is awful and the lands are worse!”--Buddy

“And that’s story to tell for another time!”--Ratchet

“How do we stop it?!”--Wheeljack

“You don’t! You either get sucked in or something—”--Buddy

BANG!

The light disappears.

“—something comes out.”--Buddy

There in the middle of the bases floor were three mechs sprawled out, groaning from their rough landing.

Three very familiar looking mechs…

Oh no…

The kids could feel Buddy shake at the sight of the newcomers.

The three mechs stood up and scanned their surroundings.

There was no doubt that they were Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave.

They had different paintjobs with similar frame structure, but that wasn’t what Buddy was focusing on.

She was focusing on the blue optics staring at her.

The blue optics she once looked into when she was a sparkling.

The blue optics of Megatron.

Buddy and SG! Megatron staring at each other.

Optimus and Ratchet immediately get in front of her.

Starscream and Soundwave stand up slightly in front of their leader who was just starting to stand.

Tense silence.

Megatron holds eye contact with Prime.

“We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron

“And how do we know this isn’t a trick Megatron?”--Ratchet

Megatron looks at Starscream and Soundwave.

All three drop their weapons, surprising the Autobots.

“Megatron?”--Optimus

“As I said before. We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron

“You are not our Megatron, am I correct?”--Optimus

Megatron nods.

“We come from an alternative universe. You seem to know my name as Megatron. This is my loyal Second in Command, Starscream.”--Megatron

“Two words I never thought I’d hear in a sentence.”--Smokescreen

“And my third in Command Soundwave.”--Megatron

“Hi!”--Soundwave

Almost everyone visibly jumps back.

“Did—did he just speak?”--Wheeljack

“Yeah? I talk all the time!”--Soundwave

“Sometimes more than usual Soundwave.”--Starscream

“Yeah. Sorry about that one time Screamy.”--Soundwave

Starscream shakes his helm fondly as Soundwave scratches the back of his neckcables.

“We come from a world that is near opposite to yours.”--Megatron

“How do you know that?”--Ratchet

“Our chief scientist, Shockwave was experimenting on the latest relic we managed to acquire from the Autobots. There was no telling what they were going to do with such a relic. Shockwave had enough time to tell us some of the basics before the blast came through.”--Starscream

Optimus nods at the new information.

“How are you guys getting back home?”--Smokescreen

“Shockwave was making a failsafe in case something like this happened. In theory we should be back in a couple of hours. But seeing as he was halfway done with it when the flash came in… a week at most.”--Soundwave

Megatron turns to Prime.

“Will you allow my mechs and I a place of refuge until then?”--Megatron

Prime thinks before agreeing.

Optimus in turn begins to introduce himself and the rest of the team.

He named Buddy last.

This certainly had gotten a reaction from the three Cons.

“This is Buddy, our archivist and technical support of the team.”--Optimus

All three mechs stare a bit at Buddy.

Soundwave kneels down and gently pats Buddy’s helm.

“It’s--it’s good to see ya kid.”--Soundwave

He stands back up, making room for Starscream to kneel.

He offers her his servo to shake.

Buddy shakes it hesitantly.

Starscream just smiles.

“Pleasure to meet you Buddy.”--Starscream

Buddy took the first step towards this Megatron.

It wasn’t the fact that he took a step backwards that surprised her the most.

It is his optics.

Fear.

Sorrow.

Regret.

Hope.

What happened to him?

Buddy slowly approached the giant and held out her servo.

Slowly he grabbed her servo.

It was shaky.

Nothing like the strong death grips she had grown accustomed to.

After the exchange it was settled that the three Decepticon’s would stay until their Shockwave got them home.

It was extremely tense around the base.

Starscream, strangely, got along well with some of the bots. This just surprised them when they found this Starscream to be way more tolerable than the one they knew.

For one, he wasn’t trying to kill Megatron ever second.

Starscream was surprised to hear his counter part wanting to do that to his leader.

He would never try and do that to his Megatron!

He was also caring to others, which was another shock to the team.

Bumblebee trips on a stray cube, slightly skinning his knee.

“Oh! Here let me.”--Starscream

Starscream pulls out a mini mesh kit to fix the joint.

Confused Bee noises intensifies.

Soundwave got along best with the kids and younger Bots.

It was only natural.

There almost wasn’t a second where he wasn’t making some sort of noise, whether it be music or talking, much to Ratchet’s dismay.

It was rare to hear him go silent.

He has mixed feelings about his counterpart’s silent but deadly behavior.

Mainly because he can’t stand so much stillness, ironic being the master spy he was.

Soundwave and Miko jamming out to some rock ballads.

Ratchet looking with horror from afar.

“Oh Primus… there’s two of them now…”—Ratchet

Megatron stays mostly by Prime’s side as the two would have nice talks.

He was the slowest to be integrated into the group.

He did ask about his counterpart, but he noticed that no bot would outright talk about his alternative whenever Buddy was in the room.

There were always side glances towards Buddy’s direction.

Worried glances.

One thing each of the Decepticons noticed fast was that Buddy was never left alone with any of them.

Usually, she was accompanied by a bot or two.

But whenever Megatron came, it almost doubled in numbers.

Soundwave was the one who brought it up one day as he plopped down next to her.

“So, Buddy… how’s your Megatron doing? I mean why haven’t we seen him with you?”--Soundwave

“We aren’t exactly… on talking terms Soundwave.”--Buddy

“How come?”--Soundwave

Buddy looks over at Soundwave and the other Con’s nearby.

“I think you might want to sit down for this.”--Buddy

They quickly sat down by Buddy, as some of the other bots sat down close by.

She knew why, but she continues.

She took a vent in before telling them her story from the beginning.

From the moment Megatronus found her.

From the times she remembered being in Orion Pax’s care.

From the times she was snuck into the gladiator quarters.

From when she met Soundwave and the minicons.

From the Senate meeting.

From the last time seeing Orion and Ratchet.

From when the war started.

From when the training had begun.

From when Megatron left, leaving her to control the army.

From Megatron’s return with the Dark energon.

From Megatron’s worsening training and ideals.

From Megatron’s second death and her having to take care of the army once more.

From Starscream’s ideals and the pushing.

From Megatron’s return.

From The Slash.

From the worse training to date.

From Soundwave snapping.

From Soundwave giving Buddy away to Prime.

The Decepticons had gone silent.

Soundwave was the first to reach out for a hug.

It felt familiar, yet different.

Starscream was the next.

Who knew Starscream could give out good hugs?

Then Megatron…

After a pause he asks if it was okay to hug her.

Buddy had leaped into his open arms before he could finish the sentence.

She buried her faceplate into his neck cables hugging tightly.

Megatron hugged tight too but minded his strength and size.

He gently stroked her back.

“I’m… I am so sorry Buddy.”--Megatron

Buddy lightly hiccupping in Megatron’s neck cables.

“I am so sorry little one.”--Megatron

Buddy finally faces Megatron.

“It—It wasn’t your fault. You had—had nothing to do with my Megatron’s actions.”--Buddy

“…”--Megatron

“…Something happened to my alternative, didn’t it?”--Buddy

“…Yes…”--Megatron

That was when he told her about his Buddy.

From when he found her in the alley.

From raising her with his friend Orion Pax.

From meeting Starscream and Soundwave.

From the Senate meeting.

From the last time she would see her uncle Orion storm out of the chamber.

From the time Nemesis Prime had arisen.

From the time she had been a shining beacon of hope amongst the soldiers.

From the time she disappeared.

From the time Soundwave and him found Prime holding her by her neckcables, struggling out of his grip.

From the pleas.

From the last ‘love you’.

From the blast of the cannon.

From holding his daughter’s offlined corpse in his servos.

From moving to Earth.

From the continuation of the war.

Buddy only hugged him tighter.

He needed it.

They both needed this more than anything.

It was at that moment the light came through.

It was time for them to leave.

The Cons saying their good-byes to everyone.

“If you ever end up in our universe, wouldn’t recommend it, feel free to ask for any of us! Maybe we can show you the base!”--Soundwave

“I’ll keep that in mind.”--Smokescreen

“Thank you again for your hospitality.”--Starscream

“You’re welcome Starscream.”--Optimus

The Cons turn to Buddy, each giving their own long hugs.

Megatron and Buddy give the longest hugs.

“Stay strong little one.”--Megatron

“Same to you, big guy.”--Buddy

Megatron and Buddy give each other one last look before the three walk to the light and vanish just as fast as it came.

They both knew that the alternative couldn’t replace the other, they lost to time. But it still felt good knowing that somewhere in the universe, one was alive and well.

[novafire-is-thinking]

TF Big Bang 2023 Preview

Introspection. Philosophy. Strategy. Vision.

These are some of the things I had in mind for Soundwave and Prowl in my @tf-bigbang fic, which will be posted to AO3 September 22nd - 24th.

My idea was to throw my two favorite tactical geniuses into a story and see where I could take things. It remains to be seen whether they’ll leave the world better or worse than they found it, but for now, I’m just having fun setting things in motion.

DEATH OF THE PHOENIX, RETURN OF THE WOLF

MEGATRON’S PLACE IN THE DECEPTICON DREAM HAS EXPIRED. SOUNDWAVE REFUSES TO LOOK BACK. THE AUTOBOTS MAY HAVE WON THE WAR, BUT HE IS DETERMINED TO SECURE A PLACE FOR HIMSELF IN CYBERTRON’S FUTURE. HE DOESN’T INTEND TO ALLOW HIMSELF TO BE DERAILED AGAIN.

PROWL KNOWS BETTER THAN TO EXPECT A WARM WELCOME. HE MAY HAVE ANSWERED THE CALL TO RETURN HOME, BUT HE LOST SIGHT OF THE MEANING OF “HOME” A LONG TIME AGO. AND HE’S MORE THAN FINE WITH THAT. HE TELLS HIMSELF THAT CYBERTRON STILL NEEDS HIM, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, NO ONE TOLD CYBERTRON.

CYBERTRON’S GREATEST MIND READER MEETS ONE OF CYBERTRON’S GREATEST MINDS. NEITHER KNOWS WHAT EXACTLY TO EXPECT OF THE OTHER.

BOTH HAVE THEIR SHARE OF SECRETS.

BOTH THINK THEY KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR THEMSELVES AND THE WORLD.

AND NEITHER ONE OF THEM IS WANTED.

A sneak peek of the amazing art piece for the second part above, done by the wonderful @seafl0wrz:

Fic preview text below the cut:

[PART ONE]

Satisfied, Ratchet placed one of his hands firmly on Soundwave’s upper left arm.

Before Ratchet could proceed, Soundwave caught his wrist with a tentacle, blocking the grinder from going anywhere near its intended target. Ratchet froze.

⟪⟪ No. ⟫⟫

Everyone looked up at the sound of Soundwave’s voice. It was an old recording, but it caught their attention all the same.

Recovering from his shock, Ratchet spoke. “All I’m doing is removing your insignias. Nothing more.”

⟪⟪ No. ⟫⟫

Unsure of what to do, Ratchet looked to Optimus, a silent plea in his gaze.

The Prime came over to Ratchet’s work area and stood to Soundwave’s right, assessing the situation up close.

“Soundwave,” he began. “May I ask—what is the nature of your refusal? The war is over. I assumed you would renounce the Decepticon Cause upon your retrieval.”

Silence.

***

[PART TWO]

Movement outside caught Prowl’s eye.

The dark form of Soundwave loomed in the hangar entrance. A sense of trepidation came over Prowl.

Noticing the direction of Prowl’s gaze, Optimus turned around.

“Soundwave. While you were out, Ratchet and I received a call from Bumblebee. Prowl was sent to us.” Optimus looked from one to the other. “I assume you remember each other.”

As if I could ever forget The Sparkeater, thought Prowl.

Without a word, Soundwave approached with the same slow, measured gait Prowl remembered so well.

The three of them stood silently, none of them daring to speak.

If being in the same room as Wheeljack made Prowl uneasy, being sized up by Soundwave was many times more unnerving. He tried not to show it.

Even though Prowl had thought he was mentally prepared to reacquaint himself with the former de facto second-in-command of the Decepticons, he felt oddly exposed. He had a feeling things were going to get…interesting.

And Prowl hated this kind of interesting.

[ivycorp]

Megatron and his servo

The door slid shut behind Megatron, his quarters quiet and empty as always (but they weren't like that not long ago, he remembered with a twist of the mouth); his frame was hot and charged up despite the time it took to:

Return to Nemesis,

Get told off by Soundwave (it was an interesting thing, to be told of with no words),

Subsequently to be told off by Knock Out that he needed to leave the injured hand to heal or it would require an entire replacement next time.

He was so dazed by the fight earlier, he just nodded and went out into the corridor from the medbay, on automatic letting his legs carry him back to berth. The vehicons he passed in the way scrambled to not cross paths with him, but the warlord didn't really care about them.

No, he had more pressing matters on his mind. 

Taking a look at his freshly repaired arm, he noted with humor that at least it was not the servo he needed tonight anyways. 

With a practiced ease that spoke of the pathetic disposition he was finding himself way too often these days, the silver mech locked the door, put the music on loud and shut off his own audio input. In case of emergency, Soundwave would shoot him a direct comm anyways.

The music was not for his benefit, after all.

As the silence filled his mind, Megatron allowed himself a shudder as his extensive (not extensive enough, whispered his greedy spark) collection of material on Orion-Optimus started taking its place, feeding his newly rediscovered needs like a mech starved.

'My, pet, you are positively begging to be touched, aren't you?' Optimus's voice seemed to drown him, as the silver frame settled itself down on the floor, knees spread, servos held behind his back in a looser grip than he usually preferred, but the medic's warning was enough to keep him from pushing it.

He sighed softly, chasing the memories of the way Orion would look at him, teasing him with the softest strokes, as the latest battle took hold and reminded just how much he enjoyed the digits on his throat.

It was enough to cause his charge to grow at once, as he desperately held the self-imposed position; he was even facing the chair the blue and red mech took as his during the stay at Nemesis, from the first time they fell into the familiar dynamic.

Megatron both rejoiced and cursed that moment, as it had changed something between them irrevocably- he had no clue precisely why, but the recent losses they were suffering were telling enough.

They have gotten under each other's plating and Megatron was obviously losing control. He expected Soundwave to lose patience with his behavior any day now.

He grimaced, as he felt his frame shiver at the notion of losing control, of letting Orion take care of him, to make him break apart and be rebuilt over and over again in the most agonizingly pleasurable way there could be.

He could feel his valve clench as lubricant started falling on the floor through the seams, but he kept the cover in place.

There were rules to be followed, even when he was alone.

'Beautiful, my sweet, so obedient for me, thank you for waiting for the commands,' cooed the imaginary Prime, as Megatron could feel himself tremble at the praise; discovering that he liked it made Orion smile so nicely, as he explained one day that it also was something he loved to indulge in.

"What a complementary pair we make, Megatron," the mech said once over Energon, and the silver tyrant couldn't help but agree.

Yet now, ex-vents coming out loud, Megatron could only think about the voice in his helm, which chuckled and finally prompted him to move, but still kept the panels closed.

'I want you to take your time and show me where you would like to be touched,' caused the silver servos to move from behind to the front, as Megatron started to stroke his frame, before he arrived at the throat, neck cables just inches away from his wandering digits.

It was the spot Optimus bit him earlier that day.

Touching on the tingling part of his throat, he suddenly wanted to know if the bite was still visible - Knock Out took a look but did not repair it, so most likely it was not threatening and would be taken care of by his own self repair.

He pressed, hissing, as the motion flared with numb pain, which made his spark throb.

He needed to see it badly.

His imagination fed him another memory, the impression of Orion smiling, walking over to the berth and motioning for Megatron to join him, as it offered an undisturbed view of the mirror in the private washracks.

The silver mech knew better than to rise up, instead crawling hastily and setting himself down, pedes spread so his reflection would show the entirety of the heaving frame between them, servos flat on the floor.

'I can see just how desperate you are - if you keep it up I might even let you overload today, despite your prior behavior,' teased the Prime’s voice, as he fought hard to keep his panels closed and optics down; he did not miss the echo of shame that ran through him on the battlefield about not yielding when Optimus threatened to feel disappointed by him.

He did not want to disappoint Orion. He was good and will keep on being good if it meant he could stay in this dazed state longer.

'Now, pet, I want you to open your panels,' instructed him the warm voice he could listen to forever, as his panels slid open and lubricant gushed out of his needy valve, spike pressurized and aching to be touched.

'Look at yourself as you get your valve prepared for me - tell me when you get close to overloading,' ordered the specter of his memories, as Megatron turned his gaze and locked sights with the reflection and allowed his optics to take in the mark on his neck cables as one of his servos went up and wrapped itself right below it.

His other servo was already in motion, working the sensitive mesh open, rocking onto the digits; he did not think it would take long for him to reach the edge, but when he tightened the hold on his neck and brushed his digit against the anterior node, he was hit with a jolt of pleasure that got him immediately there, and he gasped out:

"I am close, so close, please," came the begging, so much faster than expected. He faintly blamed the forward actions of the Prime for driving him insane with the damned bite, but that thought left quickly as he continued the ministrations on his leaking valve. 

He knew at this point he could probably take some of the largest toys hiding in the closet, but it was too far from him now - and, more importantly, there was no command that specified that anything but his digits were allowed this time.

'That was quick, even for you - but then, I knew the bite would do the trick… or was it the talk about a collar, perhaps?' came the question, as Megatron's servo stuttered in its rhythm, nearly bringing him over the edge.

He wished to reply, but all that left his mouth was just a low keen, words escaping his frayed focus and leaving him bare to the wants of his greedy frame. At this point he would agree to whatever the other would demand, if only he would be granted release.

Yet, as Megatron looked towards the mirror, he could not stop feeling a rush of humiliation at the sight; spike neglected, valve leaking so much lubricant it made a considerable pool on the floor, neck cables held tightly and squeezed to the point of pain whenever he would feel himself get dangerously close, until the charge would die down again just enough to escape the temptation.

And he would start again, because he was not told to stop.

The digits were avoiding his node now, as he knew just a brush would make him overload hard. 

He would not do this without permission. 

There were rules to be followed.

The rules were important. 

He could hold it off for longer.

A hum sounded in his audials, as a curt 'optics up front' made him realize he was looking anywhere but the reflection as he was wrestling with the need to obey and the whispers of his frame.

He burned, and the assault on his valve did not stop as he turned to pleading for permission to overload; seeing the desperation in the mirror only made him glitch up.

Such a wanton display…

'Now, pet, we both know who you need to ask if you want to overload,' reminded him the voice, as he briefly wondered if maybe he could break the invisible hold Orion had on him; it's not like he would know what Megatron was doing right now, and what he wouldn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The warlord shook his helm, disappointed at even entertaining this idea.

He would not fail.

As he opened his comm list, he made sure to pick the adequate encrypted frequency - Optimus told him he would not revoke the access again unless he abused his openness, with a threat of terminating their games once and for all.

He could feel the heady state overtake him, as he dialed for Prime to pick up - the Autobot leader usually did not leave him hanging, and more often than not, his release would come very soon after they connected on the line.

The call dropped. 

He sobbed, as he tried again and again, to no avail. With the last dregs of thought, he realized the Nemesis was jamming communications both ways.

Soundwave. 

It must be his way of punishing him for today's loss. Apparently, the TIC's patience has finally ran out.

The elation he felt at the idea of finally being allowed to overload got replaced by the icy chill of shame that made him feel like he was torn apart at the seams; the wetness of his valve felt wrong, but he still could not stop moving his digits.

He wondered briefly if he was too far gone to ever come back to his life before the Optimus-As-Orion incident.

A sympathetic whisper of 'poor thing, you know what is left to do, come on, maybe next time you will get to overload,' made him openly weep, as he withdrew his digits and pushed himself up, shakily going under the solvent in the washracks, set to the coldest setting. 

As the steam lifted from his burning frame, he rested his helm against the wall, charge gradually dropping to the buzz he started associating with just being awake.

Megatron nearly stepped back into the lubricant on the floor, as he felt at once nauseous at the sight and the throb his tired valve gave at the reminder of what he just did. Grabbing a rag, he began to clear it away, noticing to his dismay that the charge was building up again, fuelled by his own sense of humiliation.

It would seem he will need to stay under the cold solvent for a much longer time than expected…

*****

Fowler frowned at his phone, as he fiddled a bit and checked if maybe his WiFi had disconnected.

No, full bars.

Frustrated, he turned to address Ratchet working on the side, grumbling to himself.

"Are we being jammed? Or jamming the Nemesis?" Fowler asked, trying to discern the possible reason why the vehicon group chat stopped updating mid-rant. 

The medic looked at him puzzled.

"No, I don't think so," he replied, going back to doing the inventory, while in the background Optimus stilled his console repair. He looked pensive, but something must have clicked as he relaxed and chuckled to himself, getting back to work.

The Prime even began humming a soft melody as he was mending the pieces he tore off himself because of…

The agent's eyes opened wide when the dots connected:

The group chat has just remarked on loud music picking up.

The incident earlier that day on the battlefield.

Optimus's air of satisfaction as he mended the mangled parts of the console.

Fowler rolled his eyes hard, and asked himself for the fifteenth time that week as to why he even felt surprised anymore.

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Another one prompted by this post of @paraxodicalundressing as a direct follow up to this (mentioning here the time on Nemesis)

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hehehe part 2 because i'm feeling better!

Also! Hot Rod is his G1 design, Soundwave TFP design and G1 personality, Megatron G1 design and TFP personality, Knock out TFP, and everyone else G1.

with a surprise mech in his mtmte design👀

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Betrayed. Backstabbed. Left behind. Disregarded. That's how he felt. That's what he was.

Optimus Prime... his boss he always respected, admired, never respected him. From the moment he was born. Never.

The one he had faith in, was a backstabbing creator that abandonned him.

He couldn't stop crying, then zone out, then cry again, and this for cycles. In a cell. In Decepticon territory. Chained and disabled of his outlier.

The Wreckers knew. Ratchet knew. And yet... the thruth had been hidden from him. Right at this moment, he promised himself he would leave the Autobot ranks. Not to join the Decepticreeps. Just leaving. He tried to scratch the autobot brand off of his chest plate in vain, restricted by his restaints.

When Megatron entered his cell, he wasn't surprised the warlord gave him a pathetic look. He was pathetic at the moment.

-"Are you going to talk today?"

Only silence answers him. Megatron get angry and kick him in the chest. He keeps his pained whine in his throat, not showing any weakness, but he could feel it. The kick started a spark flutter.

-"We can go like this for a long time, you know? And i am being very kind. I could just chain you on a slab and collect all the informations i want from your processor."

Hot Rod doesn't bulge, not a bit, so Megatron grab his neck chains and make him look at his red threatening optics.

-"You little attitude will not help you, speedster. Playing strong bot won't save you."

When Rodimus still doesn't answer to his threats, he calls Soundwave in.

-"Soundwave. Prepare a medical slab, Knock Out and a mnemosurgeon and many restraints. We have a certain... surgery to practice..."

Hot Rod is dead scared. He is. He doesn't want to let his processor be wrecked, but what could he do? Escape?

So it happens. Without any anestesia. His helm is meticuliously cut open wires after wires, the medics delighted by his screams. They search after everything they want, base location, who are the high command, who do they have to kill first, what's their tactics... everything. They even went to look into his memories, very personal ones, where he would self service, fantasise about a bot, every pranks he threw, what he studied, his paintings, his Nyionan traditions, every little things that made him who he is.

Soundwave was in the room, recording the scene by Megatron's order, but in reality, he wished he was somewhere else. This is a side of the Decepticons he was not happy about. They are supposed to fight, develop tactics, overpower Autobots, not just find their answer in a tortured mech. A mech he found very attaching.

He knows he can't feel this way. He knows. But back on the battlefield, when their optics lock, and Hot Rod didn't shoot him down, didn't move to kill him, he felt something. Something he felt when he first saw Megatron, heard him. Hope. Hope to reconnect to their planet. To their brothers and sisters. Hope. And he wanted to keep him for himself, find back what was took from him. Being selfish and pamper this hope he found in Hot Rod.

He would be dead by know. But he is not, because the trigger didn't shot.

He had to stand there, watching his hope being tortured, screaming, crying, and faint.

The surgejy lasted hours. He has hours of recording. He gave them to Megatron who instantly sent them to high command Autobot, with a simple message

"We now know."

Hot Rod lost track of how many cycles he had been there. His helm aching badly, his energon reserve almost dried, no more tears to cry and no more energy to scream during his torture sessions.

He lost hope in Autobot to come get him.

The medics were using him for parts, he had an optic missing, his fire canons teared appart, an arm took off, some of his platine gone and his spark exposed. His spoiler was bent painfuly, preventing him to lay down on the cold surface to refresh his burning platines. He would faint here and there, malfunctionning due to the damages done on his processor, but he was still conscious. Just very lost.

Soundwave was the one who brought him energon, but Hot Rod, being too weak, wouldn't drink it and let it there for hours, not moving to even touch it. So Soundwave had to make him. He enters the cell, takes the cube and put the energon in his intake. Hot Rod would try to fight it, but Soundwave didn't even flinch a bit. Hot Rod would first reluctantly drink it, forced to, but would quickly swallow it like a new born turbo-fox nursing on its carrier. His damaged processor would not percieve how Soundwave sometimes let his digit trace his scratched face plate, planning something.

Megatron never had any answer to his message. He was somewhat taken aback. Between his servos he had the next Prime, Autobot's favorite little mech and rather a good soldier, but nothing.

Back at Autobot base, the Wreckers were furious like feral animals. They wanted to kill Megatron and every Decepticons. The watched the video Megatron sent cycles ago, where the bitty they saw growing up being tortured almost to death for informations. But Optimus never said a thing on the matter. Nothing. The wreckers didn't understood, not even Kup and Ratchet. He was the first to say he didn't want Hot Rod in decepticon's possession for them to take informations, and there he was, doing nothing. He would remain in his office, silent. And order to every autobots to do nothing as well.

The wreckers couldn't take it anymore, so behind Optimus' back, they sent a message to their last option, hoping he would respond and accept to lead them. The mech in question was on a mission in space with a small crew, looking for cybertronians relics across the galaxy. When the wreckers recieved an answer from him, they were overjoyed by his confirmation he would land as fast as they could to go save Hot Rod.

Meanwhile, in the leader's office, Optimus would curl on himself in silence, feeling extrem pain in his spark since Hot Rod was being tortured... turns out the carrier bound created itself at the worst moment ever... Optimus suddenly feeling overwhelmed by pain, saddness, treason and abandon. He could finally feel what his creation was feeling, and what he felt terrified him. Hot Rod gave up, being tortured almost everycycles...

The following cycle, the mech landed in a secured area. He entered the base without Optimus knowing it and with him, took all the Autobots willing to go save their flamme.

-"We are so happy to finally see you!"

-"It is an honor to fight by your sides, wreckers. I may have been in space but i never stopped fighting for Cybertron. Decepticons are everywhere, we had to fight many in order to get some relics."

-"You are a real mech, Thunderclash"

-"Yeah, finally a true leader. Optimus doesn't want to get out of his office and doesn't even want to go save Hot Rod. We don't understand what is wrong with him."

At the border of decepticon territory, they all constructed a plan. They applied it as fast as they could, and soon enough, were attacking decepticons base.

Thunderclash fought like a true knight, fearless and fast, with honor. He was the first to sneak into the base and slowly reaching the cells. But problem : they were many floors!

He had to be extremly carefull, looming in the dark, avoid the many guards, and find the good floor, the good halleway and the good door.

He understood quickly the cell pattern, organising their prisoners in danger rank, so Hot Rod, being a valuable prisoner, had to be in the lowest floor.

He managed to reach it, find the good halleway, but had to kill the guard at the door.

Entering the cell room, he was instantly took by the horrible smell of dried energon, but not the one drinkable. The one from inside the frame. His optics lock on Hot Rod's frame and was horrified by the view. the beautiful mech was wrecked, an arm, an optic, platines missing and too much energon around him.

He deactivate the lasers and slowly, carefully, enters the cell. Hot Rod doesn't even react There is nothing in him anymore.

-"Hello Hot Rod. I'm so sorry."

Hot Rod didn't move, but was extremly surprised to hear this big, tall, handsome mech excuse himself. He thought he would hear "i've come to save you!" or some stupid cliche, but not excuses.

-"I was in deep space. I didn't know you were taken prisoner. If I knew sooner, i would have come for you in an instant. I'm so sorry Hot Rod. I made as fast as i could. Even if it wasn't enough. Oh by Primus what have they done?"

Thunderclash examined him, with very carefull servos, and with the few tools he had on him, manage to patch some on his open wounds. He works as if he was made of glass, excusing himself again and again when he would apply a slight big pressure on him. He then took some energon ration and made him drink it, slowly, carefully.

Hot Rod found himself relaxing in his embrace, after almost 2 months being captured.

After he did his maximum on him, Thunderclash carefully took him in his arms and carried him back at the surface. But Hot Rod got scared.

-"... not autobots camps..."

-"What? You don't want to go back to base?"

-"... please no, nonono,... i can't..."

-"But it's where you are going to be safe?"

-"Thunderclash... I,... I bitty... Optimus..."

-"You? Bitty Optimus...? What do you mean by that?"

Hot Rod weakly taps on his chest repeating his name, then said bitty Optimus and taps on his tank. Thunderclash puts some seconds but then, realisation hit him in his face plate.

-"You are Optimus'... creation?"

Hot Rod could only nod. If he could, he would have cried. But nothing came out of his tired optics.

Thunderclash ahd to digest the new, and escape the base. He had to kill some decepticons in order to pass safely with his rescued bot in his arms.

One it was done, an hour and half later, he decided to go back to his ship instead of te base. He had to be very carefull, respecting Hot Rod's demand to avoid every single autobot or decepticon. Once he was secured, he had to make every autobot retreat and lie to them he didn't find Hot Rod.

Soundwave was fighting every autobot he could. When they started to retreat. He did it as well, and went checking on his hope. His hope that wasn't in his cell. He search for him deseperatly, then became furious. He informed Megatron Hot Rod was missing, then went to look for him. Megatron was pissed off too, relishing his anger on some vehicons.

Thunderclash took care of Hot Rod. But at some point, he couldn't by himself heal his processor not his missing parts. So Ratchet was called in, with Hot Rod permission.

Ratchet didn't know he was back, and wasn't informed Thunderclash had him, so seeing the kid, he tried not to burst into tears. But couldn't help himself and cried anyway, relieved to see him alive but very hurt.

Ratchet worked day and night on him. He made him a new arm, new optics and used spare part for his platines.

Thunderclash was very gentle, sweet and helpful for his recovering. Unfortunately, they had to call a mnemosurgeon, Tumbler, for his brain. Hot Rod was scared to death. He fought against it, but with Thunderclash propising him to be there and Ratchet to supervise the surgery, Hot Rod had to go through the process. He cling to Thunderclash, but with the anestesia, he felt asleep and the surgery went very well. Ratchet saw how Thunderclash was treating, looking and feeding Hot Rod. But didn't say anything.

Tumbler, Ratchet and Thunderclash were the only ones to know Hot Rod was there. And it was better like that. Ratchet sadly explained everything, that Hot Rod was Optimus' abandonned bitty and futur prime. Thunderclash then explain that Hot Rod was leaving Autobot's ranks and he could only accept it. Ratchet was hurt, being part of the reason Hot Rod wanted to quit but he couldn't parenting him. Not after everything that happened.

Thunderclash felt in Love with Hot Rod. He doesn't know how, but he did. He felt it. He wanted to cherish and pamper his beautiful rescued mech. When Hot Rod found back his processor capacities, he felt so much better, but still very traumatised. He then associate Thunderclash to security.

Soundwave was looking terrifying. He was a mess, wanting his hope by his sides.

He was ready to even locate him by his spark signature... after all, he DID got it... reluctantly, he choose this option, being the last one to find his mech....

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doing right now the part 3 for this ask to not be too long

I love this story very much.

Thank you for writing and sharing it.

I hope you are feeling better now & i’m glad you aren’t in as much pain as before.

Thank you for this wonderful update