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candies-doodles · 6 years

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You got it!!

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You were born and raised in the darklands. And because of that you knew how to navigate the place like that back of your hand! Oh wait. That's new. You stood in front of what appeared to be a castle. You heard stories of this place, but were always told to stay away. Well that doesn't help when you were just captured and were being taken into the dark palace. It was then and there when you met Gunmar the black. When he threatened to eat you, you didn't really show any fear. And to everyone's in the room shock, including yours, he went to attack but you had dodged it and slapped him across the face. Gunmar had never seen any human or troll with reflexes such as yours, he was stunned. Gunmar looked at you in awe before asking your name. You replied kindfully and the SkullCrusher allowed you to stay in his kingdom as long as you pleased. And that he was grateful to have you as a guest. In Gunmars eyes, he saw you as a valuable asset, and nothing more… Well… That was until slapped him for a second time. You two were in a heated argument, you couldn't help yourself you just, reacted! It ended out badly though because you sprained your wrist. But Gunmar was left star strucked again. he actually felt it that time, causing him to set a hand on his cheek where you had slapped him. He watched you pace back and forth clutching your arm in pain. it was then when Gunmar realized he had started to have feeling for you. And all you had to do was slap it into him.

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Ack! Sorry! I had this saved on drafts! And I could've SWORN I uploaded it! Ugh, again sorry for not uploading this sooner it was a mistake on me!

Requested by: @redrosessoulcabin

By the way guys request are still open! Im not sure how to open the ask box so go ahead and just message me! If you wanna be an Anon i won't include your name! Just make sure to tell me lol

#trollhunters #gunmar #gunmar the black #redrosessoulcabin

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pink-writer-girl · 3 years

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I made me ^^

Tagging: @thanatasia @ladynoirelf @redrosessoulcabin @krystal280791 @lugia731v @fanfarekid @glitsenthepinkneko @cat-turtle-art @floweramellia @canadachild9 @2-bit-diabolik

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fixations-101 · 4 years

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Ugh this SCENE, just like the part of the Becoming episode about this event this dream sequence is also GOLDEN

@redrosessoulcabin

#carmen sandiego #shadowsan #carmen sandiego shadowsan #the teal in his coat? that sunset?#its just amazing #suhara hits different here

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lovebugbeej · 4 years

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beetleb*bes block list

i’ve compiled a list of accounts that support/ship beetleb*bes and put them together for you to block if you choose. all i ask is that you reblog before or after blocking these users. dm me if you have any more usernames to add to this list and i’ll add them as soon as i can. thank you angels !!

UPDATED: 11/8/19

@coffilie

@ouijaboardemo

@alljuicedup

@susiedent

@suzthesnooze

@chaotic-beej

@papamads-art

@karkatrantass

@ardnael-is-undertale-trash

@kisshuggay

@dvlyds

@deadlydeetz

@ladystrangeandunusual

@xxx-theartofsuicide-xxx

@tamatoris-blog

@creamofbeetle

@mostghcst

@mostghcst-a

@awesomedaddyissues

@itsaship-literally

@cobwebsandstripes

@bd-z

@zellykat

@juicydeetz-blog

@anti-beetlebabes-dni-lmao

@bonelyharbinger

@beetlebabesyy

@naivesstuff

@iliveforbeetlejuice

@angelqueen13art

@deetz-n-beej

@beetlethot

@yugiohhetaliadork

@asettledsky

@rtfics

@weird-shit-from-a-weird-me

@beetlenoose

@redrosesartcabin

@beteljuiced

@xxx-strangeandunusual-xxx

@midwest-ghost

@goahead-makemymillenium

@redrosessoulcabin

@wispyhearts

@guidebetelgeuse

@betelbaby

@saint-of-trash

@dinosidealtype

@strange-and-unusual-ghoul

#beetlebabes block list #beetlebabes dni #beetleb*bes

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schyrsivochter · 4 years

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I was tagged by @thanatasia.

Rules: Tag 4 people you’d like to get to know better.

Top 3 ships:

Gurjin × Rian (Gurjian)

Rian × Mira (Mirian)

Rian × Deet (Stonegrot)

(I seem to have a favourite character … at least for shipping …)

Lipstick or chapstick: Neither.

Last song: oh, what a vague question all on its own …

Last song that I listened to: either Andrew Bird – Skin Is, My or Within Temptation – See Who I Am, I don’t remember.

Last song that I played on piano: Starset – Echo

Last song that I sung: Coldplay – White Shadows

Last song that I played on piano and sung: Evanescence – Your Star (in the original key and octave. I’m a madman, I do that.)

Last movie: frankly, I don’t remember. The last movie-like thing that I watched was Doctor Who series 4 episode 6 ‘The Doctor’s Daughter’.

Reading: two dozen tabs of unread AoR fanfiction open on my computer … and I’ve started on the Dark Crystal novel series but I’ve only read Shadows so far – Song is on its way, though, and I’ll probably get it in the next couple days and dive right into it.

I tag: @tickfleato @venterry @lilac-city-skylines @redrosessoulcabin (let me know if you’ve done this already)

#about me #the dark crystal #the dark crystal: age of resistance

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artemismohr18 · 4 years

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Thank you @donatello-writes for tagging me! It's relieving to have something fun to do during quarantine!

Similar to don-writes, my pictures aren't perfect, but I did my best to arrange them in a visually pleasing way.

The rules are as follows:

-look up (your name) + core + aesthetic on Pinterest

-get 9 pictures and put it into a moodboard style

-tag anyone you want to do this!

I found two pictures for my real name, then did the rest as my Tumblr name. I think this is my first moodboard I've ever done, so I hope you enjoy!

I tag: @lilac-city-skylines @spogo1 @myfanartblogplusshippingtrash @redrosessoulcabin @thanatasia @bleuberrylou @heartxofxthra @hollerbatgirl

If I didn't tag you but you want to do this, feel free to make your own! Tag me so I can see what your result is!

#ask #moodboard #thank you don-writes!#i hope i did good #something to do that's not cleaning

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redrosesartcabin · 10 months

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9.Scenario: The Blow Job

A little nsfw sceanario I couldn’t keep out of my head.

Obvious warning: NSFW found below! This time gender is not specified in this NSFW scenario

(Edited) This chapter was new and is now also posted on ao3

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

Link to the previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722532045498335232/8scenario-lemon-cake?source=share

Link to the first post:

Link to the next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722642109442801664/10scenario-tell-me-of-the-nemesis

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It had been one of those hot summer nights where you had slept with Megatron in the barn. You then always slept on his chassis right above the calming whir of his spark, a soft blanket below you as well as a thick pillow to give you more comfort and one very thin blanket on top of you.

This time you woke up to an unusual but more than welcoming sight. As your eyelids fluttered open you saw his spike freed from his panel and erect right in your field of vision. You turned your head around to his face to find out if he was still sleeping but noticed you couldn’t see it because of his chest being so ridiculously muscular, a fact which together with the erect cock now made you as horny as he seemed to be, though you tried to push those feelings away for now. Carefully, you crawled over the chassis until you could see his face. His optics were still dark, and he was breathing evenly, so that meant he was still asleep or ‘in stasis’ as it was called for Cybertronians.

“He must have a nice little dream, and it better be about me”, you whispered to yourself, crawling back and you tried to ignore this thing happening, but you just couldn’t. Instead, you felt your body, against your own nervous thoughts, now crawl towards his spike.

It was the first time you faced it without mass displacement and with both utter fear and fascination, you inspected it, your hand feeling the soft parts that were the proto-form as well as the metallic, blue ridges you’ve come to know, quite literally, inside and out. Without further thinking, your tongue travelled, licking over it, then you stood up carefully until you reached the tip, tasting some pre-cum. Only then you noticed you had never tasted his cum and you couldn’t possibly describe what it could be compared to. It was like nothing you’ve ever tasted, just like with your first and also every kiss after. It was neither good nor bad but you were electrified by it.

As you kept going, licking the tip like a huge ice cream cone, you suddenly heard a dark, familiar chuckle.

“Baby, baby, baby…what are we doing there, hm?”, Megatron asked, his voice still sounding a bit rusty.

“Seemed you needed a little assistance here”, you answered, your mouth on autopilot whilst your heart was making summer saults in your chest, “Sorry if-“

“No no”, Megatron interrupted you, a stupidly cocky grin adorning his faceplate, “Please, continue”

#megatron #megatron transformers #megatron x reader #tfp megatron #tfp transformers prime #tfp post predacon rising #smut

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redrosesartcabin · 10 months

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13.Scenario: Kisses

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

Link to the previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723084502479552512/12scenario-real-love-makes-your-lungs-black

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723581051037974528/the-exposing-14scenario-prologue

I wanted Megsy’s smooches so I wrote Reader wanting and getting his smooches. Nuff’ said

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“Again”, you giggled as Megatron had parted his smooth, metal mouth from yours, “I want more”.

Megatron chuckled. A grin, as wide as the rays of light could possibly travel, seemed to beam up his entire face.

“Well someone is greedy today”

“How couldn’t I be,”, you answered, “when it’s the best thing I could own? The most delicious thing I could taste? Am I not human to grave only the best and then wanting to have it an unlimited amount?”, you asked, inching closer again to capture his taste once more. Well, Megatron thought, he couldn’t complain. Not when your lips tasted just as sweet as you described his mouth to be. Not when they were so soft and kind and he could feel your gentle smile through them.

You kissed him and he you until your face trembled and your lips had turned a soft lilac color.

With loud, almost synchronized breaths, you leaned your foreheads against each other. You inhaled his intoxicating scent and almost leaned in to kiss again but felt your muscles in your face protest your want. So instead you opted to nuzzling him gently before laying down in his lap.

“Tired already?”, Megatron teased.

“Oh shut it”, you mumbled, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation of his fingers now combing through your hair. He loved to do that whenever you had decided (whether he liked it or not) to curl up in his lap as if you were a cat.

“I love you”, you whispered before slowly drifting into a nap.

“I love you too, my sleeping beauty, more than you’ll ever guess”, Megatron answered a few moments later when you already couldn’t hear him anymore.

#megatron x reader #megatron #tfp megatron #megatron fanfic #megatron transformers #tfp transformers prime #tfp post predacon rising #fanfiction #transformers #transformers fanfic #pure fluff #kisses #uwu

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redrosesartcabin · 9 months

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The Exposing: Art

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

Link to the previous post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/724285350012436480/the-exposing-the-energon-mine

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/725478018837037056/the-exposing-arrival

Thank you @icy-roulette for proof and beta reading this <3

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A few hours of nothingness had dragged on in the journey, leaving both you and Megatron exasperated. The two of you had equally nothing to say and held a mutual disdain for each other, the road, humans, and everything else on this earth. You didn’t dare mention it, but you felt the uncomfortable tension radiating off of each other. So you kept quiet with your eyes trained on the road, nails digging lightly into the wheel. Megatron, on the other-hand, tried to content himself with the rebellious whimsy of being just a tad bit too fast and purposefully passing all the cars in front of him in a way that was much too close, though careful enough in his weaving in-and-out of traffic to not damage himself nor cause damage to the other cars.

“Megatron!” You hissed between your teeth at various moments, but he blatantly ignored you, showing no signs of heeding your warnings nor being affected by the tone and inflections. After hours of this, you somehow couldn’t be bothered to try and convince him anymore.

Then, however, arriving with the sunrise and the pale outlines of a full half-moon in the blue and rose-colored sky, you finally spotted something that sparked your attention:

On the side of the road you approached what looked like a small open-art convention or exhibition.

A small, light-pink diner that seemed to have been built in the fifties and had never been renovated, hosted the whole thing.

Without hesitation you said, “Let’s stop here”, not as a request but as a command and surprisingly, Megatron finally listened to you, turned on the turning signal to the right and drove onto the small parking lot beside the diner.

The parking lot was completely packed, but as if fated, just as Megatron wanted to start circling and searching for something more half-legal to park, somebody left their parking space and he drove in swiftly, setting himself in place.

“I’m just gonna walk a few rounds, stretch my legs, get something to eat and drink, and then we’ll be on our way again.” You explained.

“Fine.” Megatron grumbled and then you left without another word.

Megatron seemed annoyed, and he was a little, but in truth he was curious too, which is why he followed your request at all.

He knew from the little knowledge he had bothered to gather about humans - in his Decepticon days on Earth - that they indulged in what he could assume to be art.

He knew by definition what art was, since it also existed back on Cybertron, but it had been a very rare practice, especially during the most oppressive age in Cybertronian history; the one he was born into and had completely lived.

Art had been full of precision, rules and regulations. Art had to look, sound and/or feel a certain way to be considered “art” and it was mostly (if not only) practiced by the higher class… which is why he had grown to despise and had not allowed for any of his followers to practice it. Believing art to always be the same universally, he had also punished his underlings that had secretly indulged in human art.

Now, however, Megatron saw that human art was different. So very different.

He was looking, rather intensely, at the images in his field of vision.

One piece in particular caught his attention the most: Within the image - surrounded by its swirl of different colors that coalesced to black in its middle - he found his mind racing through memories and introspection until it all came to an abrupt halt, arriving where the complete understanding of his inner-self had eluded him for all this time.

He saw the colors of his life, evoked by your kindness, your love, your understanding, but most of all he saw your seemingly endless patience. The black-hole in the middle was his dark past, his dark thoughts, dark dreams, and an all-consuming guilt. It all mixed up into one screwed up, yet beautiful imagery.

Life was twisted, but so full of wonder. Was that him too? Twisted but full of wonder? Potential for the black-hole to die, explode, and become a new universe?

He sighed quietly, letting it sink in. Suddenly, he saw himself with a canvas and colors.In his vision, he sat in a green field. He was painting a black butterfly on a red flower. Beside it shone the sun as one, perfectly bright-yellow circle, surrounded by white clouds adorned with violet hues as they floated above and around a striking sky-blue colored mountain range against a bold red sky.

The urge to recreate this vision itched inside of him and strangely, he didn’t find any voice inside his head protesting this desire.

When you eventually came back and opened the door he asked, sparkbeat hammering against his entire frame, “Can we buy colors…? And a canvas?”

You held your breath in astonishment for a moment, but then felt your heart flutter and your tired face beam up into an energetic smile.

“Of course, my love”

On the next day, you two found yourselves once again hidden in a clearing in a forest. Not having an easel, you opted to lean your canvases (you had wanted one too), against a big oak-tree you had found.

Megatron mass-displaced and gingerly took one of the brushes you had bought, looking at you with what you could only describe as beautiful, innocent playfulness. “Ready?” He called out.

“Steady,” You immediately answered with a hearty laugh.

“Go!” He exclaimed in turn, and the two of you started painting.

Time flew by and the fatigue, pressure, and boredom flowed out of you and Megatron… at least temporarily.

All his worries and joys seemed to come to light and life in the image he was creating. Even if it looked truly awful and not at all like he’d imagined, he somehow couldn’t care about the negatives; Not when he felt like he was being liberated from thoughts and feelings he otherwise couldn’t shake - no matter how much he talked.

He decided to share this thought with you.

“…Don’t get me wrong, I love poetry,” he started, “But it cannot always express everything I need to and sometimes I don’t feel like using words or talking. Especially considering I’ve always been more of a mech of action.”

“I understand,” you answered after a few moments of contemplation. “I am glad you’ve come to see the beauty of art.”

“I just didn’t realize that on Earth… art is freedom,” he said. “Or at least can be.”

“That it can,” you agreed, not bothering to explain the intricacies of some people being able to and others not depending where on Earth you live. You had a feeling he understood that perfectly fine by himself and besides - he was right. Saying that, in general,what art should be and was: the free expression of the creative mind.

He had found an outlet to show himself with all the nooks and crannies of his inner being and it was wonderful. And you, in turn, could share this joy with him.

When you were done painting and continued the journey you felt relieved and Megatron felt a little freer.

With you, he was slowly discovering the mech who he could have been… or deep down had always been. Fate and cruel oppression had shaped him, had thrown him on a single path that had seemed destined to be his only way, but now… now he was allowed to grow and be himself, like a plant in the wild, untouched by pesticides, cruel hands, concrete paths, and metal buildings.

“I love you,” he affectionately murmured with an invisible smile that, despite being in his car-mode, you could feel its warmth course through your body.

“I love you too,” you purred in return, giving the steering wheel a gentle kiss, letting your fingertips now gently rest on top of it.

#megatron x reader #tfp megatron #megatron transformers #megatron #megatron fanfic #tfp post predacon rising #tfp transformers prime #transformers #transformers fanfic #fanfiction

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redrosesartcabin · 9 months

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The Exposing: Before Miko was captured…

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

Link to the previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723634819888758784/the-exposing-on-the-run

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723904915699908608/the-exposing-sacrifice

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Before Miko was captured by the FBI, she managed to make a very important call:

“Hey there Raf”, she started speaking immediately as he picked up the phone before he could even say hello, “You have to grant me the biggest, hugest favor ever”

“What?”, he asked, a little annoyed, thinking it was some stupid hacking into the system of a ticket selling website to get Miko some tickets to an obscure metal band that had very limited ticket sales... again.

“You have to contact the number I’m about to give you, and tell the person that will pick up the following thing: Your identity is erased (you will make sure of that Raf), your new identity is gonna be Morgan Miller. Your new identifications and papers will be found at the following address (you will pick out where the person will pick it up). Can you do that for me?”, Miko instructed and asked, sounding, for the first time in the time that Raf has known her, truly terrified.

“Miko, what the hell is going on?”, he asked.

“Raf, I have no time! I’m going to be captured soon and I have to make sure the ones I help will be taken care of until I get myself out of this- Raf I promise, I will do you any favor you want in the future. I would literally lick your bathroom clean with only my tongue- I am very serious about this!”

Rafael was silent for a moment, not knowing what to do or say. But Miko has been a long time friend of his and even if she was sometimes quite the personality, when it counted she was reliable, and he just couldn’t but keep trusting her.

“Ok, I’ll do it. What is the person called?”

Miko quickly told him and the last thing she said was “Until soon, hopefully”, before hanging up.

There were a lot of questions left unanswered, but Raf was sure she destroyed the phone immediately after the call, which he confirmed for himself when he tried calling again and an automated voice informed him, that there was no connection under this number.

But knowing what your real name was, he decided he would try and find you himself and help you, as long as Miko was wherever she would be brought.

A new allay was thus born, a new allay who surely would’ve thought thrice if he knew who, beside you, he was protecting…

You received the call, coincidentally just as you were about to head toward the highway.

Without thinking, you picked up.

Megatron hissed your name in warning, but it was too late.

“Hello?”, you asked, immediately regretting your decision, only to be surprised when the voice said, “Don’t worry”, seemingly having detected the uncertainty in your voice, “My name is Rafael Esquivel, a friend of Miko’s, and I’m going to give you a message she gave me, a favor I did for her. I will only say that and then hang up because of the chance this may be tracked soon, even with my firewall protecting this conversation. So listen and listen good, I won’t repeat myself…”

And so he repeated what Miko had said, plus the address he had chosen. Somewhere in a secluded not occupied safe house somewhere a couple of kilometers away from your farm so you’d be able to reach it soon.

“Good luck and good bye”, he then simply said and, as already explained, hung up immediately.

“That Miko”, Megatron grumbled, “I hate to say it, but she is good at her job”

“Damn good”, you agreed, baffled by all this and without further discussion, you headed towards the given address.

#megatron x reader #tfp megatron #megatron #megatron fanfic #megatron transformers #tfp post predacon rising #tfp transformers prime #transformers #transformers fanfic #fanfiction #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel

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redrosesartcabin · 9 months

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The Exposing: Becoming A Robot in Disguise

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin/works)

Link to the previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723581051037974528/the-exposing-14scenario-prologue?source=share

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: (Will be inserted as soon as there is one)

And the adventure begins

Megatron was a bit worried again, thoughts about the past circulating wildly in his mind, so you took him out for a stroll through the woods since that always seemed to successfully calm him down… only to run into Miko again. And not just again as in ‘well she’s here from time to time because of the deal and because she’s become a friend’, again as in-

“Seriously? You again?”, Megatron asked, “This is the third time this week!” “Look this time it’s really important”, Miko said very quietly, almost whispering, “And I can’t stay for long. All I know is that I’ve been tracked. All these missions these past few weeks have been a diversion to find out where I’m going because they have caught on to us! I was able to shake them off a couple of miles back, but you don’t have much time, you have to leave, Megatron, you have to leave right now”, and with that Miko was gone as fast as she came, but nothing was the same anymore.

For a couple of moments, you two stood there, frozen in place, unable to compute what just happened. “Ok then”, Megatron then said, “I guess this must be goodbye.” “No, no, no, not so fast”, you answered, your face scrouged into a determined visage, “I am coming with you! Alone, out there in the human world you will be lost and they’ll capture you in no time anyways.” “But my love”, Megatron started, “What about your life here? Your animals? Everything?-“ “I have an emergency contact for situations when I’m too sick to work. I’ll contact him immediately and then I’ll ask around for people to keep the farm going as soon as possible- What I’m saying is: None of that is unsolvable and remember this: I didn’t leave you back where I found you, so I sure as hell will leave you now. We are in this together for the long haul! When I said you won’t get rid of me anymore, I meant it”

When you went back to the farm you quickly packed a bag with only the most rudimental necessities and some clothes and after a quick call stating a family emergency had come up and you must go immediately, you ran out again. When you exited the entrance however, Megatron stood there, unmoving like a mountain, breathing heavily eyeing your pick-up truck.

“I must do, what must be done.”, he mumbled more to himself that to you, and you immediately understood. “Megatron we can just-“ “No”, he interrupted, “We don’t have time. It hurts my spark, but now that you have given me this life, I do not intend to lose it and for that, I will gladly make this sacrifice”. Megatron let in one last big in-vent, imagining one last time himself soaring through the sky in his original Cybetronian jet-form before scanning the car in front of him and transforming into it.

“A robot in disguise”, Megatron chuckled, still feeling very uncomfortable, “As the Autobots once were”. He opened the door for you, and you jumped in. “This is your last chance to let me go and be able to live a life without trouble”, Megatron warned, but you smiled. “Life is trouble, only death is not”, you cited. “Zorba the Greek”, Megatron said, remembering one of the many times you two had watched the movie at one of your movie nights and the times where you read to him from the original book. These times of comfort were over, but in turn a new adventure would begin, and somewhere deep inside his spark, so worried for your well being, he was also happy and exited that this adventure in his new life would continue with you.

“Let’s go, drive!”, you exclaimed, voice commanding and more determined than ever before and Megatron drove wildly, trying to fly through the trees to anywhere where the road could take off to endless horizons.

When Ratchet and Fowler arrived at the location where the evidence led the house was deserted and the only evidence of a Cybetronian having been there were empty canisters of Energon.

“I can’t believe Miko actually found us out”, Fowler said, hands on his hips, “Though I’m even more surprised she hid this from us- where is she now anyways?”, he asked. “Being interrogated by the FBI”, Ratchet stated, “And I have contacted Cybertron about this. They may send some of the Autobots down here again to investigate this. We suspect from the information Miko and received and from the evidence currently found that is must have been a very important member of the Decepticon cause, perhaps Starscream. Though what seems curious is why the human living in this establishment was involved and how… Unfortunately, as you have already said, Miko seemed to have figured our scheme out in time and warned them.” “Should’ve known she was too clever for this”, Ratchet added after a while, “I had just hoped we could take the easy way.” “But I guess the hunt will go on”, Fowler added.

Back on Cybertron, the newly established, democratically chosen council were discussing the matter of Ratchets message and importance of the mission, but ultimately it was decided that the evidence was sufficient to believe this was of enough importance to send some autobots back to earth.

“Lieutenant Bumblebee, will you take on this mission?”, the council asked. “Gladly”, Bumblebee confirmed, “Whatever life-signal-cloaked Decepticon still roams the earth that has managed to somehow convince Miko to protect them will be captured! I shall be honored” “I’ll come too!”, Bumblebee suddenly heard Bulkhead say, entering the council hall, banging the doors too loudly. “Bulkhead! What in the world are you doing here? You’re not supposed to-“ “Listen here Bee: I love ya, you know that. But I was Miko’s guardian. And she still means so much to me! There were little beings, Cybertronian’s or humans alike, that understood me like she did. And yes: She was sometimes stupid or reckless, but her spark was always in the right place and when she fought for something, she fought for it because it was for something good. Whoever she is protecting is good and I will prove it! I’ll help, so I can prove you wrong about her”.

“We’ll allow it”, one of the councilmembers said, “Bulkhead was part of team prime as Bumblebee was and might be a very good asset. Will that be ok Lieutenant Bumblebee?” For a moment, Bumblebee could only sigh. On one hand he would of course be happy to bring a friend and former team member with him, but on the other hand it would be tough if this was the premise for this mission. And yet, it didn’t take Bee long to say, “Of course it’s ok: We will make a good team.”

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11.Scenario: At the mountain lake

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

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This one-shot here is about a bit of a emotional hurt/comfort concerning body confidence ‘cause Megs doesn’t feel his best and he gets a bit of a pick me up (including implied sexy time)

Megatron gazed at his reflection in the beautiful, calm mountain lake you had gone to for a picnic, sinking into deep pondering. Though it was not unusual for him to ponder a lot these days, what was curious was the very reason for it. Because for once he didn’t think about his past (at least not directly) and he wasn’t asking himself deeply philosophical questions about his former actions and the way he acts now versus then and so on and so forth: No, he just wondered about his looks.

Megatron’s looks weren’t something he ever much struggled with before. He very much knew, especially in his earlier Gladiator days, that he had quite the appeal to many a mech or femme. He was tall, well built and strong as well as incredibly charismatic.

But the mech he saw in the water suddenly looked so sullen. The red optics dulled, his face plate full of deep, ugly scars and as he inspected his body further in the water, he saw even more scars. Sometimes he even saw little flecks or rust and sort of wobbly screws between plates in the armor. He was an old, tired being and suddenly he wondered, what you saw in him.

“My sweet, what do you find attractive about me?”, he asked you after a while. You had been laying on the picnic blanket, your eyes closed whilst enjoying the sun and a nice clear breeze.

Not quite understanding the heaviness of the situation, you laughed as you rose up from your position to look at him- though precisely the moment your eyes met your laughter faltered.

“Oh wait you’re serious”, you mumbled before you asked, “Megatron, have you seen yourself lately?”

“Just now, in this beautiful body of water”, he said, voice unusually soft and calm, “And there, this kind part of nature revealed to me the visage of an old mech. Ugly and broken. My mind used to be clouded by my shadow of pride, but now that it’s gone, I see myself, not only for who I am, but also what I actually look like”, he huffed before he asked, “Tell me, my spark, do I have faults? I do, do I not?”

You smile at him, trying not to “awe” at how cute he was being, even if it was also heartbreaking to see him so unsure of himself.

“Nobody is perfect, as you have said often yourself”, you answer, “And just as much, not everything on your body is perfect.”, at that Megatrons eyes widened a little in anticipated heartbreak. You however, were quick to continue, “But the good thing is, that nobody needs to be perfect, and every fault you have is a part of what makes you beautiful to me. I mean how do you think I felt at first?

Our bodies are very similar yet vastly different. I probably would’ve confessed even sooner if I would’ve known you could find my faulty skin and the hair I have and the nails and all of these things you do not have, as a whole, attractive. But I was scared you’d think me a fool for even suggesting so-“

“A fool for thinking I would not want to kiss every inch of you every day of the rest of my life”, Megatron intervened.

“-And you, a fool for seeing an ugly old mech in the water when there is only a beautiful man” , you countered, “Beautiful male being, with a body built like a god, staying strong whilst I will slowly fade away. Still this god holds me as if I was immortal, as if who I am will forever be and can always be loved”

“…You are like a flower”, he continued, “Fade you shall, and you will fade fast, but your beauty and your wonder never will”

“And your touch will never be forgotten”, you murmured and then the almost Shakespearean conversation faded away. For a moment again there were only the singing birds, the pine tree forest framing the deep blue lake, reflecting the midday sun in its very middle, glowing like a spark.

“This is not how I imagined that going”, Megatron admitted after a while.

“What ever does?”, you asked teasingly but then added, “Life sometimes is the one that chooses what path we will go, even if we wanted another.”

“I am glad it did”, he said with a smile before he continued, “Though, really now, my love, what do you find attractive about me?”, he asked, repeating his question from before, but with the weight now mostly lifted off his chest.

You now smiled brightly at him, feeling sunshine rise in your heart, thinking of him, “I love your face with its exited eyes, your shark-tooth smile. I love your hands, big and pointed, elegant, delightfully dangerous. And I love your upper body and legs that stand proud, strong and powerful. And maybe you are tired, and maybe you’ve been marked by a life of struggle, forever marked by scars and dents and all of that: But they tell a story, a story that I like to read with my fingers, between the softness of sheets and enveloped in the air of passion. Perhaps it’s awful to say, sugar overload from too much sweet talk but love: You are my Venus, my morning star and my evening star. When I see you, I see hope.”…

You were laying naked on the ground now, grass clinging to the slight sheen of sweat on your skin. Megatron was beside you, mass displaced still, his hand grasping yours.

After a few moments of exchanging heavy breaths, you both got up, not having to say a word, towards the water, sinking into its ice cold but welcome freshness.

You wash off the remains of nature that had joined your sacred union, dipping into the unreal, clean and clear substance.

As your head popped up over the surface again, you faced Megatron and the picnic place, whilst Megatron faced you and the sun. The sun was right above your head, he noticed, making your head glow like a halo. ‘How fitting’, he thought, ‘For my Angel’.

And then, for a moment he looked down at the surface of the lake again and as both he and you stood quiet, he saw his face again, beaming in glee and suddenly he wondered, how there had ever been a tired old mech. He was never here and would never return. There was only Megatron and you, and he was beautiful because you loved him, and you were beautiful because he loved you.

What else was there to be? Vain and doubt have no place here anymore.

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10.Scenario: “Tell me of the Nemesis...”

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

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A little bit of angst, though with hurt/comfort

There were some days where Megatron awoke in a somber mood. You could feel it radiating of him and you absolutely despised it. Not because it made you angry, but because it hurt you to see him like that.

You tried, many times, to get him to talk when he got that way, but he would just give you a warning look and you would sigh in defeat, knowing it would just end in a fight with no outcome. So, on days like these, every meal was taken in, in contemplative silence and no body-contact was shared. It was just existing next to each other. The first time this happened, at the end of the day you had said to him. “I’m here for you”, but he only had answered with a mumbled, “I know”, voice cold and blunt, and then had disappeared into the barn again with to further explanation.

Until, suddenly, on one of these occasions, as you two sat outside by the fireplace, eating dinner, he softly spoke, “You know…”, almost making you jump out of your skin. The fork you had been holding in your hand fell with a loud clunk back onto the plate. However, undeterred by your reaction, he continued, “…I used to own my own warship. Had mechs and femmes work under me, groveling on the ground for my mercy and my blessing, even when I stood with my ped on their faces and bodies, crunching them half to death… Sometimes I wake up, knowing I have been brought back to that time in my sleep and I don’t know how to feel, because I regret much of what I did, but something inside of me also strangely misses it”, you just sat there, quietly listening, seemingly waiting for a specific point to be made, so he added, “I miss my ship, do you understand? I miss my people”, he stated, voice wavering and the way he said it almost broke your heart.

You lay a hand on his and simply said, “Tell me of the Nemesis. Tell me what your days were like and how it made you feel”.

At first, Megatron didn’t seem to follow the request, but then began to speak, suddenly letting everything flow out of him:

“There wasn’t much sleep for me to be found. I worked almost around the clock, ordering my minions around to find relics, fight Autobots, resolve issues in the ranks and so on and so forth. Our life here feels like a long-needed vacation to be honest, yet sometimes I long to have so much to do again, having so much power- And I loved my ship, you know? It had been built within what I would guess is what humans call a decade, back on Cybertron shortly before it fell. I called it ‘The Nemesis’, honestly just because it sounded epic, and in a way I and my troops were Nemeses to somebody else, and I had been a Nemesis to somebody a good chunk of my life when I was still a Gladiator in the pits of Kaon. I was branded the enemy since my youth and now I wore it like a second armor, it became my ingrained identity for many thousands of years to come. I think in a way it is what shaped me into the tyrant I had eventually become. That is no excuse of course, I know that, and I am not trying to excuse, but still, I believe it is worth mentioning.

“The Nemesis was built off the best technology on Cybertron. The Decepticons had always been further ahead with technology than the Autobots. Though not really thanks to me, or if anything only indirectly. The tale that I had spun and the words I spoke that inspired, had attracted just the right kind of people, like Shockwave. I have told you of him, right?”, you nodded, “Good- he was, until the very end, one of my most loyal followers, which, as you may recollect of other times I have spoken of this, was not very usual. Most bots in my ranks (except my vehicon soldiers) were power-hungry back-stabbing little scraplets (especially my good for nothing second in command Starscream) that wanted to find any excuse imaginable to write me off as dead or if I was well and alive, they tried to assassinate me. How I survived so long is absolutely beyond me and I should have died even long before Bumblebee had stabbed me in the spark-“

“Excuse me who did what to you? And you didn’t die?”, you suddenly interrupted, putting the plate aside and standing up, outraged.

“I never told you that I already died once?”, he asked much too calmly, even having a small smile tucking on the corners of his mouth.

“NO!”, you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air, “WHAT THE HECK, MAN!”

“Calm down, sweet spark”, he rumbled and somehow, the way he said it immediately let the anger flow out of you, pit pattering down your nerves until your legs gave away, and you sat down again with a heavy huff.

“Bumblebee”, he explained, “Was- or I highly assume still is- one of the finest scouts and soldiers in the Autobot ranks and had been a pain in my aft ever since his youth where he had joined them after his apprenticeship in the academy had been completed. Once, we managed to capture him and when he refused to speak, I tore his voice box out of his throat, though even with that ruthless deed I had always wished I had killed him, later on, throughout the years, when he turned out to be as skilled as he is”, you couldn’t help but cringe a little at that retelling, but it came as no surprise anymore. War was a beast that had the power to create monsters, even those that started with a noble cause as Megatron once had. The power-hungry beings he had wanted to overthrow became ingrained in himself until he wished for the same power. The oppressed becoming the oppressor.

“…And well then”, Megatron kept speaking, “At the battle of the second Omega Lock, where Optimus and I once again fought over who would revive Cybertron, it seemed Bumblebee had come to an end, falling into the substance of the Lock, with a deep hole in his spark. But apparently, the essence within the Omega Lock seemed to have revived the scout and even repaired his voice box. He yelled something I should remember but I do not, though I know for a fact it was a cry of pain, of revenge and of victory- for my defeat had come: The scout had previously tried to safe the blade of Prime and intended to throw it over to Optimus. Hence his previously thought demise… he had scarified himself for the blade for it to not get into Decepticon hands. The blade had been in his very grasp when he had fallen, and so it was once again when he struck it right through my chest as I stood with my back to the Lock. All I remember then was pain and anguish and I died… only to wake up later, on the grounds of your oceans, possessed by Unicron”

“So that’s how Unicron was capable of doing so”, you concluded with a whisper, not ready yet to digest the rest of his retelling beforehand, “But why did you not go to your proper God? Why didn’t you properly die?”

“Because Unicron was my God now, his blood having flown through my veins once”, Megatron explained a little agitated at the memory.

“Oh, your drug issue”, you said, “I remember”

“Don’t call it that”, Megatron sighed with an eyeroll.

“Oh please”, you huffed, but didn’t say anything further, though neither did Megatron.

Instead, you sat next to each other again in a rueful silence.

“What was it like, to die?”, you asked after a while.

“I don’t know”, he said, “Perhaps one can explain it to be like liberation, but that would be wrong to say as a general explanation. It was only for me because I died so painfully- and eventually it wasn’t liberating either, just for some time. I must’ve been stuck in a limbo for a while that felt like a dreamless sleep before Unicron informed me I wouldn’t go to join the Allspark, though I hope I shall do so when my time has come for good, now that Unicron’s spirit is imprisoned where once the spirit of Primus was- But anyway: Life is much better, I believe. At least if you make something of it, which you have shown me how to do.”

That made you involuntarily smile, especially with the genuine smile he gave you in return.

“Thank you for speaking to me finally I… I can barely stand it when you have those days”, you said, admitting your pain to Megatron.

“I am so sorry. I did not ever wish to hurt you. Not you, ever.”, he whispered, unable to speak any louder without his voice box cracking.

“It’s ok”, you assured him, “Loving someone also means taking some of their pain. Shared pain is half the pain, as my parents always say”.

“Am I really worth that?”, he asked you, truly unbelieving.

You kissed the part of his arm you could reach, nodded with tears welling in your eyes and answered, “Every second, my lovely Megatron, every second.”

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