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I feel like it's so hard finding anyone who writes for male reader so I am SO happy I've come across your blog. I was wondering if I could ask for a one shot maybe of Rung with a gn!reader who also makes miniature models? I enjoy making miniature dioramas and things and was wondering if you could write for it. Thank you so much!

Star Ships

Rung x Human reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none

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The human sits watching Rung as he wanders about his office, the mech mumbles to himself as he types away on a data pad taking notes after his last session with Whirl. His smaller companion had taken the opportunity to surprise him with a cube of energon as they sat drinking their own beverage.

their eyes slowly move from him to take in the small model spaceships that are along the shelves, the last time they had been in here the area was rather bare while now it was filled with small models. "You collect model ships?" They ask while admiring them from afar.

Rung's optics sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight as their gaze wandered over the small model spaceships adorning the shelves of his office. He followed their line of sight, observing the meticulously crafted replicas that he had collected over the years.

"Why, yes," Rung replied, a warm smile gracing his lips. "I do have a fondness for model ships. Each one tells its own story, representing different eras, factions, and adventures." He explains stepping closer to the shelves, his fingers lightly grazing the smooth surface of one of the models. His optics softened with a nostalgic twinkle as he recalled the memories associated with each ship.

"You see, collecting model ships has become a personal hobby of mine," Rung explained, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. "Over the millennias it's been my way of keeping pre war things, small glimpses of hope, for so much lost to war." As he spoke, Rung's gaze shifted to one particular model ship, a sleek vessel with elegant lines. It held a special place in his collection, representing a significant chapter of his own life.

"And this one," Rung continued, his voice filled with fondness, "is a replica of the Lost Light, our beloved ship. The model took me quite a while to figure out the design and craft it out, but I have to say it's almost a replica." Rung's smile widened, a touch of playfulness entering his voice.

"I must admit, I've been known to name these models as well," he confessed, his tone laced with gentle amusement. "It adds a personal touch, you see. They become more than just inanimate objects; they become companions, each with their own personality and history." His optics shifted back to the human, a warm curiosity evident in his gaze.

A soft laugh leaves them as they look over the model. "They kinda remind me of some of the dioramas I used to make, haven't made many after leaving earth, kinda hard to get the right things to make them, but the model ships do seem rather fun, I might have to get you to teach me how to do these ships" they state, fingers lightly dancing over the model ship.

Rung's optics widened with genuine interest, his smile grew, a blend of curiosity and anticipation evident on his faceplate. "Dioramas, you say?" Rung replied, his voice tinged with genuine enthusiasm. "How fascinating! I'd love to hear more about them. What kind of scenes did you recreate in your dioramas?"

He leaned closer, his attention fully focused on them. Rung's curiosity was piqued, wondering what stories and landscapes the human had brought to life through their creative endeavours. He had always appreciated the artistry and attention to detail that went into crafting dioramas.

"I liked making scenes from movies, books and occasionally just landscapes" it really depended on what had my interest at the time " they answer before handing the model ship back. They continue looking at the other ships. “ I have a shelf like yours back home, just filled with little dioramas, models and figures” His optics sparkled with a mixture of warmth.

"Creating scenes from movies and books must have allowed you to immerse yourself in those beloved narratives, to recreate the emotions and atmospheres that made them so captivating," Rung mused, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "Dioramas have a way of preserving those cherished memories, like frozen moments in time that we can revisit whenever we please."

"You know," Rung continued, his voice filled with gentle curiosity, "I find it intriguing how dioramas and model ships can both capture a moment in time, allowing us to explore different worlds and narratives. It's as if we're the architects of our own miniature universes, shaping them to reflect our imagination and experiences."

"Please, do tell me more about your dioramas," Rung encouraged, his voice soft and inviting. "What inspired you to create them?"

“well for me it's mainly the fact that each piece is a different memory, and well it's easier to remember things when you have a visually reminder, some are happy memories others sad but each people has a memory or emotional attachment, even the ones I make for other people” He glanced back at the shelves adorned with model spaceships, contemplating the connection between his own collection and the human's dioramas.

"In a way, our hobbies share a similarity," Rung continued, his tone thoughtful. "Model ships and dioramas both allow us to capture and preserve pieces of our imagination and experiences. They become tangible reminders of the stories that have shaped us, evoking emotions and memories with each glance."

Rung's optics met the human's gaze, a warm smile playing on his lips. “Do you have a favourite piece?” he inquires softly. It takes them a moment to think. “my first ever one would be my favourite, not for the beauty but for the fact the first time ever making something means you at least tired your hand at the craft”

"I can try and make you a diorama at some point if I can get the right stuff " they offer,

Rung's optics widened in surprise. His usual composer faltered for a moment, replaced by a mix of curiosity and intrigue. He leaned forward slightly, his voice laced with genuine interest.

"A diorama made specifically for me?" Rung echoed, a hint of anticipation colouring his words. "That's a thoughtful gesture, and I must say” He paused for a moment, considering the implications of such a gift. While Rung appreciated the sentiment and the effort it would require, he also didn't want to impose on the human's time and resources.

"However," Rung continued, his voice polite yet tinged with a touch of caution, "I wouldn't want you to go to great lengths or expense on my behalf. Acquiring the necessary materials can be quite a task, and I wouldn't want to burden you with that. Your offer is certainly kind, but please don't feel obligated to fulfil it."

“Rung it's a hobby of mine, it's not a burden, it also gives me the opportunity to try and source materials, who knows how long we will be out here with limited things to do” they hum. It makes Rung smile softly. “Very well I'd be honoured than to see your crafts”

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tinydefector · 1 day

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labratory Logs

Shockwave x Human

Wanted to share some of my stuff of Shockwave, Tiny and Traxies

Warning: Human experimentation, past mutilation, mention of torture (not from Shockwave)

Tiny watches as the senator continues checking over his equipment. He coos the blue sparkling, resting on his hip, trying to quiet the little one so they don't disturb Shockwave's work.

The young sparkling makes a small collection of noises trying to get Shockwave's attention. The little blue bot wiggles desperately in Tiny's arm, wanting their Sire. “Traxies please he's busy at the moment he will give you cuddles latter baby” Tiny tries to settle the little bot. "Shockwave," he calls out slightly, defeated over how restless the little blue bot was being.

Shockwave, engrossed in his work, is momentarily oblivious to the commotion around him. The sound of his name being called finally registers in his audials, causing him to look up from his datapad. His optics focus on Tiny and the small blue bot in their arms, recognizing the familiar sound of his youngling fussing again.

With a gentle smile, Shockwave sets aside his datapad and reaches out to take the small bot into his own arms. He cradles the sparkling close, making soothing sounds to calm their distress. "There, there, my little one, you're not causing trouble for your father, are you?" he murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble.

Shockwave's optics shifts to Tiny, appreciating their efforts to get his attention. "Sorry sweetspark, i got sidetracked with work again," he says sincerely, his expression warm and grateful. "They didn't wake you, did they?."

Tiny shakes his head. "No, they were just fussing again. They've been restless most of tonight. They wanted you tonight, hahah. " they laugh softly, watching them both with soft eyes, fully content watching his lover and child.

Shockwave then turns his attention back to the sparkling, gently rocking them back and forth. "Now, my little one, what seems to be the matter? What has upset you?" he asks in a soothing tone.

Traxies continues making small clicking and cooing noises once Shockwave finally holds him. Tiny moves closer, and a smile tugs his lips, watching the small bot with Shockwave. "He wanted daddy," they coo softly while making their way over to press against Shockwave.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he hears Tiny's comment, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a soft smile. "Yes, it seems so," Shockwave replies, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He looks down at Traxies, his optic studying the sparkling's features. His servo lightly taps their nasal ridge, which makes the sparkling squeal and giggle.

Feeling Tiny leaning against his side, Shockwave instinctively wraps an arm around him, drawing them borh closer. The contact brings a surge of comfort and contentment, a soothing presence amidst the chaos of what was happening on cybertron. He turns his attention back to Traxies, his tone gentle as he continues to speak. "Recharge little spark, we'll head to berth soon," he whispers softly as Traxies snuggles against him.

As Traxies continues to make small noises, Shockwave hums softly, a low melodic sound that resonates through his chassis, his spark field dancing softly against his little sparks feild He presses a gentle kiss against the top of the sparkling's helm, his love for his family evident in every action and word.

"Getting sappy on me again, Senator?" The young human man teases as he's lifted up by Shockwave's other servo. Tiny presses a soft kiss to Shockwave's lips. "You look good like this," he hums against Shockwave's lips

Shockwave's optics shimmer, a faint hint of amusement flickering across his face as he looks at the young human man in his grasp. He adjusts his servo to hold him securely, acknowledging the playful comment. "Sappiness is a subjective term, Tiny," he replies, his voice holding a trace of amusement. "One could argue that expressing affection and love is simply a natural response to one's Conjunx and small spark."

"You have a way of bringing out the softer side of me," he admits, his voice low and intimate. "And I find myself grateful for it." His arm tightens around Tiny, holding him close as he cherishes that moment, surrounded by their small family.

Tiny chuckles against as he leans over to kiss Traxies helm. "Feels strange being here, 2 years ago you and I couldn't even understand each other, remember how shit scared i was when you opened that box i was in i thought you were going to eat me hahha, you had never seen a human before. now we have a kid, " he hums while leaning back in Shockwave's chassis.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he recalls the events from two years ago. "Indeed, our initial encounter was... unconventional, to say the least," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of reminiscence. "You were an unexpected gift from Proteus, a sinister package designed to test my abilities. And yet to this moment, it was still the best present to gever grace my servos despite how sinister it was meant to be"

He remembers opening that box, uncertain of what he would find inside. The sight of a frightened human, alive and vulnerable, had been a surprise to him. Tiny had tried bolting across the desk only for Shockwave to catch him before he hit the ground. never had he encountered a creature like Tiny before, and the initial confusion and mortification had been mutual from both of them.

"How Time passes," he says, his voice filled with a mix of pride and fondness.

As Tiny leans back into his chassis, Shockwave's servo gently rubs his back in a soothing motion. "And now, here we are, with our precious Traxies," he says, his voice holding a note of tenderness. "I've only ever been this content while working at the academy and telling off the council," he teases, which earns him a slight glare from Tiny

He looks down at Traxies, watching the sparkling falling to sleep with a mixture of affection and curiosity. "Our journey has been unconventional, but I wouldn't trade it for anything"

"Shocks, what's happening with the council I don't mean to sound worried but the assassinations...something isn't right with Proteas and Scentiel, do you know what's going on, im worried one day im going to lose you" They state softly while looking up at the mech, cupping his face plate, the young mans eyes potray a mix of worry, fear and despair.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he listens to Tiny's concerns, his expression becoming more serious. He understands the weight of the situation and the potential dangers that surround them.

"The recent assassinations within the council worry me too, Orion is helping me with trying to put an end to it," he admits. He pauses for a moment, his servo gently stroking Tiny's back in a comforting gesture. "I know you're worried, but without figthing for change, the cycle will just continue,"

"Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to protect our family and ensure a safe future." Shockwave's gaze meets Tiny's, his blue optics filled with determination. "I understand your worries, and I share them," he says, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "But I will not allow any harm to come to you or our family. Nothing could ever take you away from me. You are my sparkholder, and I will protect you both no matter what."

He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to Tiny's forehead. " My littler shimmering star and Supernova, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe," he reassures, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.

"Just please stay safe, I love you, you know that," Tiny sighs into his plating. shockwave's frame tenses slightly at the heartfelt words. He reaches out, gently cupping Tiny's face in his servo, his expression softening. "I know, Tiny," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity.

"And I love you too, more than words can express. From your Galaxy to mine, " His servo moves to caress Tiny's cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. Shockwave leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Tiny's lips, holding the moment for a lingering second. "We will face whatever challenges come our way together," he says, his voice filled with conviction.

"And I promise to do everything I can to remain by your side, always."He pulls Tiny closer, holding him tightly against his chassis, his embrace conveying a sense of protection and love. In that moment, surrounded by their family, he vows to be the steadfast support that Tiny needs, no matter what lies ahead.

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'Recording ended'

Shockwave's optics flicker as he replays the holographic recording of his past life with Tiny and Traxies.

The Scientist stands there rather quietly, memories of love and loss preserved only on a data log. He had never intended for this to happen, the original shockwave hadn't. He had given his life to protect his lover and sparkling.

Yet in the Empurata room he had watched them torture and mutilate his lover as they pulled him apart, put him back together, the Shadow play was meant to make it so he would kill his own lover, yet it had only made Shockwave Emotionless, logical and driven.

Shockwave's optics dimmed as he replayed the recording of his previous life, reliving the moments shared with his beloved Tiny. The memories brought a mix of longing and pain, reminding him of the happiness they once had, but also the devastating loss that followed.

His focus shifted to the containment unit holding Tiny's preserved form, suspended in the liquid. It was a constant reminder of the Council's cruelty and his inability to save his lover. He had hoped to find a way to sustain Tiny's form, to bring him back, but so far, his efforts had been in vain.

"Labratory Log 21307, Attempt 37, project Lazarus, cybernetic integration and regeneration, subject is of human decent whos has been mutilated by cybertronian technology, other attempts have left subject still in status,"

" itergration with Maximal CNA, Pretacon Cybernetics and Nanites."

"Theory: DNA and CNA combine and Nanites successfully reconstruct Human body and tissue"

"First Cybernetic-Orgainc Intergration"

"Logistics 73% compatible"

'Please, just work, please give him back to me'

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