#also Soundwave makes music and likes to wake reader up with loud sounds

[rubypasha1]

I’m going to be honest and say I had some bad experiences in the Transformers fandom. I wrote fics for it, admittedly very bad but they were my first. Had to learn somewhere. Thing is I enjoyed the writing, actually I loved it and it made me realize my passion for writing fiction.

But that didn’t stop the bad experiences. Mostly people. I won’t go into detail but for the love of god please don’t ask or encourage a 12 year old, who has clearly stated they are one, to write smut. And don’t send them very explicit, dead dove do not eat fics without at least staying “hey, there’s some messed up stuff in here so just be warned” instead of “Here’s some inspiration!” And constantly asking when smut will be written.

I swear Ao3 saved my creativity. I pretty completely left Wattpad after that, didn’t touch transformers content again till recently this year.

And I’ve made a decision. I’m going to write a transformers fic. Not now, only next year it’s my last year of school and stuff is hectic. But I’m going to write it. To prove to myself I can write a good transformers fic with good characterization. And a reader or oc that has a bit more depth.

Anywho, @ss-shitstorm fic “Breaking Bread” heavily inspired me and actually was the reason I got back into the Ttansforemrs fandom. I highly recommend it it’s one of my new top favorites and has a terrifying attention to detail. Great characterization, hilarious reader insert that’s basically a very stressed out certain magical princess who’s got a knack for science and baking. And a crazy dog. And sassy bird. Who likes Fluttershy. It’s amazing.

Did I mention there’s actual science stuff in it? Stochiometry my nemesis.

And it’s got me thinking about making my own. Maybe more of an oc fic but still written like ny other reader ones.

I’m thinking of doing one where a human is put in a cybertronian body, TFP universe. They have basic knowledge of TFP, watched it but couldn’t remember everything. But they knew enough. Definitely enough o know that cybertron being alive was before the war.

They’re placed in a cybertronian body before the deception uprising. Still around the time where Functionisin ruled and they were in a kind of ‘presenter’/‘video camera’ alt mode.

Except they have anxiety, often freeze up with a panic enduring lack of social skills driven from their natural personality and the fact they’re a human soul shoved into a metal body. Completely alone and forced to adapt to a society that bases value on an alt mode.

The were an artist while human and over time through constant stress and a lack of familiarity with materials on cybertronian, they loose their love of painting and creating art.

But it’s reignited. They find a underground club where mecs and Femmas of many alt modes come together to anonymously submit art ranging from poetry to music and more. And that’s when they find it, a piece of writing that captures their soul. Something so deep and beautiful they feel their own spark reigniting, and they try their hand at creating again. Even if small.

They keep going to the club, building up courage to place art pieces on view. They don’t get much attention, except for a mech who seems curious and stands beside them as they pick apart every little detail.

They talk for a bit. Share a few critics, nothing too crazy. Turns out he’s the one who wrote that lovely piece of writing that inspired them. They turn around, gasping and thanking him for creating something so inspiring-

Megatron stands before them.

Or rather, Megatronus.

The gladiator had just begun his days of battle in the arena but the end was inevitable, the reader knew who he was and fled in terror leaving a confused (and proud, it felt good to know his words inspired at least one person) Megatronus behind.

Readers in a panic, but it doesn’t end there. Their ‘job’ forces them to begin recording the gladiator fights, particularly the rising star Megatronus leading to the eventual meet up of the two again.

But it doesn’t stop there. Soundwave came soon after and, shockingly enough, Ratchet after some unfortunate events (who is far flirtier and leaves the reader thinking “Oh my god he’s so smooth but whyyyyy”)

And it gets worse. Megatronus clearly wishes to se ether atrworks, one of the few along with Soundwave who sees something more than just a waste of time or hobby.

A relationship is formed, tentive on the readers side. They see him and Soundwave less and less like the terrifying deceptions they would become but rather who stood before them. Mechs bashed by a cruel system, they’re creativity forced to writher in their sparks painfully, smothered by a need to fight for the entertainment of others or die by the claws of the system.

They care about them, they eventually realise in horror. And on an unfortunate night they broke down and revealed to Soundwave a horrible truth. War was coming, and they knew what he would become. What All of them would. They beg him, plead to not take things too far. Life was precious, organic or not and taking those of innocents . . .

Soundwave was an outlier himself, but he remained somewhat skeptical. It wa shard to not belive them, the raw emotions they displayed showcased fear and he was good at reading others frames.

The little cybertronian was odd, but intriguing. A friend he had grown to care for, to wish to protect as his closest companion Megatronus insisted, over time. But if there was truth to their words they must know things that could endanger all of cybertron. Soundwave didn’t see himself as a activist nor rebellious but even he couldn’t deny the waters were churning.

Things happen, yada yada yada, reader gets kidnapped and put into stasis just as the war starts and wakes up many years later to the face of a human child se knew very well from a certain TV series.

All out panic ensures

OR, the other fic idea:

Human wakes up as a vehicon . Says “nope”, tries to get away and accidentally becomes the leader of a vehicon rights movement.

The autobots it’s are confused, the decepticons are angry and the reader just wants to get some dogs or cats dammit.

Of course, a dog does gain interest in them. And by that I mean a terrifying metal dragon who decides this trembling little con would be the perfect way to help him attain details on how to resurrect his kin.

He is very mistaken. Reader can’t even be in the same room as one of the deception lieutenants without rattling like a tin can.

Honestly don’t know if it would be a Soundwave or Megatron x reader. Definitely will be friendship developing there. Maybe both? I’m a sucker for tall dark and creepy guys who have a soft spot for tiny

Second idea is just all the vehicons lining up to get names form reader. All very human ones. . “Bill” “John” Matthew” Thomas” “My names already Steve” “Jenny” “Bucket”

And Reader is just stressing cause they’re not running a rebellion or anything. They’re running a daycare for a bunch of guys who do not care about their own safety and lives at all and she constantly has to tell them, no you cannot go to the Autobits the will shoot you on site. No, wanting to sacrifice yourself isn’t a good idea- CANDICE GET AWAY FROM THE FRAGGING WRECKER GOD DAMMIT DO NONE OF YOH UAVE ANY WILL TO LIVE?

Chaos ensures

[luci-four]

I saw your doing requests. What about a story with the twins they find (Shy) MC at a Karaoke shop/bar (etc) But MC doesnt seem the twins(or get confronted) till after they're done Idk what else could happen but ill leave it to you! I LOVE your writing!!!

A/N: I wasn’t sure if you meant… separate scenarios for each twin or one with them together, but reading context, I went with one piece including the both of them!!! Hope that’s alright! Wasn’t too heavy on implying one sole romantic relationship but did hint at feelings for both of them!! (also, thank you!!) ★

sorry it took so long! under the cut for length!

Neon Lights. {Belphegor | Beelzebub | Reader/MC}

It wasn’t very often the twins found themselves out on the town or taking part in the nightlife—they go if dragged along by one of their brothers, or if Beelzebub gets a whiff of something cooking and can’t help himself.  

Tonight happened to be one of the ‘dragged along against their wills’ type of nights according to Belphegor.  

Dragging his feet, Belphie sighed and viewed the world with half-lidded eyes. He was exhausted, irritated, and quite frankly: bored. There was no desire to be here—too many people, too much noise, too much action—too many stimuli started to make him openly cranky.

“This is ridiculous,” he groaned, “why did you need to bring me along?”

Asmodeus ignored him, continuing to ramble on all about this new club; He was so excited about the new atmosphere, something about its “activities” and ambiance apparently—Belphie had no idea what he was talking about, and quite frankly, he didn’t care. His eyes rolled over to his phone as he aimlessly scrolled, looking for some sort of relief for his boredom.

Beelzebub’s eyes darted around to every building they passed. Clothes shop, shoe store, antiques shop—there was no food? He placed a hand on his stomach and smiled uncomfortably, grimacing when a particularly rough rumble came through.

“How much further? You said there was food, right?”

Asmo ignored him as well, continuing his pre-review of the place. Beel listened as close as he could, but he couldn’t help but get distracted. If he were honest, he had no real interest to go along either other than to make his brother happy. It wasn’t like he was bothered by the situation he found himself in—no harm no foul in his eyes; but he was sort of bored, and definitely hungry. Hopefully Asmo realized just who he asked to come with him; he looked over to find Belphie wordlessly scrolling his phone as Asmo beamed with excitement. Beel smiled to himself, ignoring the growling of his stomach for a moment to savor the joy he was feeling with his brothers.

The room was too crowded. The people were too loud. Belphie immediately started to feel his clothes stick to his skin and it was absolutely disgusting; how hot had this room been? The more he thought about it, the more his skin crawled—he knew why they kept the place warm, the aroma sweet, the lights soft and the people crushed together. He wanted to go home.

Beel had easily gotten used to the sounds in there, and the people bumping into him was no real problem. He was getting uncomfortably warm, so he pulled up his sleeves; his nose was actively searching for whatever was in the air, smelling sweet yet comforting. Beel wasn’t sure why, but Belphie seemed to keep a close watch on wherever he had roamed and eyed those who approached the two of them—did he know something he did not? The sound in the room at least drowned out the sound of his stomach so he didn’t have to worry about disturbing others.  

Luckily (for Asmo), the brothers had a reserved seat in front of… a stage? In this crowded room?  

‘Great,’ Belphie thought to himself, ‘I’ve been dragged to some perverted show’.

‘Show?’ Beel thought, ‘what kind of show?’ Looking around the room gave him no hints.

A screen, a microphone and stand, lights upon lights stood at the ready and speakers front and center. The sight itself caused both of the younger brothers to sigh.

“Lighten up you two!” Asmo cheered, “I’m sure by the end of the night, you’ll both leave with smiles on those adorable little faces.”  

With an excited squeal and the blink of an eye, Asmo had disappeared and left the two of them alone. Belphie laid his head on the table, sighing heavily.

“If there’s a table, do you think there’s food to order?” Beel looked around, bringing out another sigh from Belphie.

“If this place is actually as dirty as I think it is, I won’t let you order food.”

Beel tilted his head and tried to meet his twin’s eyes as Belphie turned his face towards him. With dull eyes and a frown on his face, Belphie could already see the innocence in Beel’s face.

“I don’t think this place is very dirty since it’s new–”

“Not what I meant, Beel.”

“What did you mean?”

His question fell on deaf ears as it was obvious the moodier twin shut down. The over-stimulating atmosphere quickly drained what little energy he had—he normally had much more energy at night—but this place sucked it straight from him. Belphie continued to mumble his complaints and hatred for every little detail around him; Beel didn’t seem too bothered by the place and tried to see just what his counterpart had disliked about it all—sure, he could do with less noise and more food, but it overall wasn’t… a horrible experience. He gave a few pats to his brother’s head in a futile attempt to comfort him before both of their heads turned towards the dimming lights in the room.

“Is something starting–”

“Here we go–”

Loud music cut off both of them, a steady beat with no lyrics. The screen above the stage lit up, announcing the name of a song—the typography seemed familiar… Karaoke?

“Seriously?” Belphie groaned, though the music blasting from the speakers in front of his face drowned him out.

The speaker gave off such intense soundwaves that air blew strongly in both brother’s faces. To add to their dry eyes, the room grew much darker before bright, neon lights suddenly blinded them. Unable to see the figure walk out onto the stage aside from a dark shadow to contrast the bright lights, the both of them attempted to shield their eyes just enough to try and catch a glimpse—though it didn’t help at all.  

The moment their voice filled the room however, their eyesight didn’t matter. It was… luxurious, silky and smooth, definitely a voice that honoured the ambiance of the joint. Beautiful, quality, and definitely one that was worthy of being shared with the world—so why would they choose to hide behind the lights?

Bright hues and coloured dews shined in the tears in Belphie’s eyes. He was blinded, but something about the mixture of both coloured and voiced tones… irritated him—no; he wasn’t irritated at that, he was irritated that he couldn’t see who the voice belonged to.

Beel kept his eyes squinted, readily accepting that his vision was unreliable, but he certainly was interested. His ears perked up, and he attempted to wake up his other senses as well; could he pick up on anything else? Can he place the voice? Smell their body spray? He was genuinely curious to find the owner to the voice that seemed to command the coloured lights behind them at their will.

This voice was… something unknown to the both of them. Rising and falling, perfectly in time and in tone, hitting the highs and sailing through the lows—dare they say angelic? Though the term was less than appealing, it was certainly the best fitting for such an enthralling voice.  

The energy Belphie previously lost surged back into his being; energetic was a light term to how he started to feel. Every inch of his body felt electrified with each successful high note, goosebumps spreading along his skin. For the first time in longer than Belphie could even keep track of anymore, he sat at the edge of his seat.

Beel on the other hand, leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to simply exist with the stands of melody wrapping around him; they were warm, comforting, as though the words were the arms of a loved one, and he wanted to relish in the moment as long as he possibly could. He was… cozy. Not a thing felt wrong with his body, for once in a long time, he felt at peace.

The music faded out, as did the voice. Applause erupted from every corner of the room; not that either of the boys could hear it as the world melted around them. Static sounds accompanied by heavy heartbeats, numb limbs twitching from excitement as they waited for the big reveal. The lights started to dim, the figure getting more and more visible by the second—their pulses racing to catch up to the adjustment of their eyes.

An equally heavenly sight matched the voice as their eyes landed upon the beautiful features that made up MC. Belphie clenched his jaw while Beel’s fell slack, both so shocked that they held in their breath. Such a voice could come from MC? Their MC? The colours of the neon shining behind them hugged warmly against their skin, illuminating them softly. Neither boy could look away.

It was obvious that MC hadn’t seen either of them, Belphie assumed that their squinted eyes and scrunched up nose meant the lights on the stage had blinded them far worse than they blinded the audience. The small stumble descending off of the stage is what solidified the idea to Beel. The two of them stood immediately to meet with MC, ignoring the new person who took their place on the stage; they quickly lost them in the crowd. Belphie held onto Beels shirt as he used him as a shield to push through the masses until the taller brother caught sight of them, sitting alone at the pristine bar hidden away under the dim lights, drink in hand. Their shoulders were hunched over, their muscles tight from obvious anxiety and embarrassment; the lights in their show must have been deliberate.

Each brother took a seat on either side of MC, simultaneously ordering drinks and startling them.

“Mind telling us what that was?”

“Belphie? You’re the last person I expected to see here.”

“Why is that?”

“Beel? You’re here too?”

“We’re just as surprised to see you: prancing around on stage and singing your heart out.” Belphie smirked, taking a sip of his drink as MC clearly cringed out of embarrassment.

“Also surprised by that voice of yours,” Beel mentioned, smiling innocently at them, “It was beautiful.”

“It was,” Belphie jumped in, “Wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t mind at all.”

“In fact, we should sign you up for another song–”

“No, I definitely don’t think you should do that!”  

MC hid their face within their hands, their skin heating up fairly quickly. A faint, muffled squeal come from them and it caused both of the brothers to laugh.  

Seeing MC’s normal nature was relieving, but definitely painted a picture for the twins; it gave their performance and the way they shined on that stage, commanding those neon lights, illuminated by their sheer determination, a whole new level of radiance and captivation to those purple and pink eyes of the demons who idolized MC the most.  

“Really, though. We should sign you up for another song.”

“Belphie I beg you not to do that!”

“We could just drag you back up there–”

“Beel, please don’t let him drag me back on stage! I don’t think my heart could take another song!”

Beel gave a smile and a nod as his brother and MC started to bicker once more, Belphie doing everything in his power to tease MC to the point they may as well pass out. The sight of his brother’s laughter and the sweetest person he’s ever known spinning side to side as they cried for mercy was a genuine moment he wished to remember for years to come—maybe the sound of their singing would replay as well, making sure he always felt warm and loved.

“I’m hungry.”

“Beel, that doesn’t help me at all!”

As MC waved their hands around, explaining to Beel just how Belphie had been torturing their poor, timid heart, Belphie watched as the lights really radiated off of every inch of MC against the dim room. The colours made them seem like a star, glimmer and shine being poor words to describe just how beautiful the sight in front of him was—just as the words used to describe how enchanting and electric their voice had fallen short against his lips as none were worthy.  

MC laid their head against the bar to cool down, covering themselves with their arms to escape the (playful) torture being placed on them by the demons at their sides. Both brothers smiled, their hands either patting MC on the back or lightly scratching their arm in an attempt to comfort them. They couldn’t help but see the flashes of MC’s secret personality now and again with the changes in the lights throughout the room; just how much have they not seen? Neither brother was willing to forget the feelings that accompanied such a voice, and neither was going to admit it.

Belphie had to admit his previous irritation had been premature and he certainly was glad to have been dragged out by Asmo for once; Beel thanked whatever force had calmed his hunger enough to truly enjoy and live in a moment that will shape some part of his future.

Beneath neon lights and pretty eyes, the brothers fall slightly more in love than they had the night before.