#tfp fanfic

[harventheblorbo]

Can you do a Tfp headcanon of the cons' reaction to their s/o is about to fall off from a great height trying to get something?

Head cannons for the TFP deceptions reaction to their human S/O almost falling from a high place trying to get something!

Containing; Megatron, StarScream, Soundwave, Knock-out, Breakdown, and Shockwave

___ is human and Gender neutral

Warning; None

Megatron;

When he sees you climb up something, he double takes and just gives you a dumb stare. His optics follow the path on where your trying to go and see your trying to grab something up high on one of the nemesis's shelf in the throne room.

He walks over to where you are just in time for you to lose your grip and almost fall. He quickly catches you with two servos. He gives you a lecture on how dangerous it is as he grabs the item you wanted.

When you fell it almost gave him a heart attack even if he won't admit it. He cares about you even if he doesn't show it but he would go insane if you were injured whilst he was in the room.

Starscream;

When starscream sees you on something high, he freaks out and runs over to where you are and trys to calmy pick you up. He's pretty nervous with you being a human and how small and vulnerable you are.

When you look up at him with confusion, he questions why in the all spark you would climb up the tall shelf that was more than 10 times your size with no supervision.

When you answer that you wanted to grab something that you wanted to get, he sets you aside and grabs the item you wanted to get and give you it.

Sound wave;

Normally, you ask him to grab you something but unfortunately, he was busy and you didn't wanna ask him since you felt too embarrassed to.

When he glances over you climbing up a shelf, he panics a little in the inside. He walks over and stares at you until you look back. He uses voice clips from other bots to ask what you are doing.

When you respond, he asks if you need help. Right as you are about to answer, he quickly grabs you. When you respond, he grabs the item and bring you and the item over to his monitor.

Knockout;

When he hears some grumbles and you struggleing to get up, he naturally gets curious. So, he looks at your direction and gets immediately scared. He panics and runs over to where you are.

When you slip and fall a little abit, you end up stretching your knee before he can get to you. When he finally catches you, he pauses for a moment.

He unfreezes and stands up straight thinking for a moment. He glances down at you and exames you quickly. He puts you down and treats you quickly as he asks what the hell you were doing. He quickly grabs the item and puts it next to you.

Breakdown;

Just after he sees you on the shelf, he rushes over as you trip while climbing up. He quickly picks you up. At this point, his level of anxiety is through the roof and just trying to process what happened while also trying to figure out what to say.

He brings you over to the med bay as he doesn't know how to patch you up all that well as knockout does. He lectures you on how you should have asked him to grab whatever you wanted to grab.

Shockwave;

Shockwave is usually the first person that you talk to whenever you need something that is beyond your reach. Unfortunately, today you were having a bad day and didn't feel like being a burden and asking him.

Yet, when you crawled up the shelf to grab it, you unfortunately slipped and landed right on your behind which caused a sharp pain. Shockwave heard you wheeze in pain as it rather took the air from your lungs.

He speed walked to where you were and quickly grabbed you with his servos. He asked what was wrong and what happened. He nods as he listens as his antennas twitch. He listens and sets you aside and grabs it and gives it to you.

He gives a small lecture on how it was illogical for you to not ask you as he carries you to knockouts med bay.

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[botboots]

Hey! I'm probably SOOO late to transformers fanfics and one shots but I've come with this prompt,( I hope you like it enough to write it!) could you write Ratchet x injured reader, g/n or female. Injured shoulder, and maybe trying to hide it from him? Also in Tfp? If all this isnt too much to ask? Thank you for considering! Have a good day/ night

a/n: heehee this one was fun. the dialogue is kinda splotchy because theres a lot going on in my brain rn but!! hope you like it <3 also reader is cybertronian bc there are NOT enough cybertronian!reader fics out there and theyre very fun to write tbh. hope thats okay!!

ALSO! guidelines have been updated so before anyone submits a new req please read it! and please please request mirage/rotb fics oh my god im obsessed with it ROTB WAS SO GOOD </33

warnings: very minor injuries, pining <3 word count: 1059 (GN, cybertronian!reader) continued under the cut

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The purple and green swirl of the ground-bridge closed behind you as you followed your team back into base, the lingering energy buzzing under your plating.

Glancing at Bumblebee, a small twinge of pity struck you as he made his way over to the medical bay. The scout had taken a few nasty punches from Breakdown and clearly wasn’t feeling too hot; dents littering his armor.

“We showed ‘em, huh?” your focus was snatched when Bulkhead caught you off guard with his usual celebratory elbow-bump, sending you stumbling a little from the force. A sharp pain ran up your arm to your shoulder and you winced.

“Yea- totally.” sending the wrecker a strained smile, you gave him a half-hearted push back. He tilted his head, about to open his mouth to ask you something when Miko booked it over to the two of you, questions spilling out of her mouth at a mile a minute. All of them were something gore or violence related, asking Bulkhead if he got any pictures of some “hardcore massacre-ing”. The girl's interests were a little concerning, but endearing. Nonetheless, you took the opportunity to slink away and avoid any more attention. Angling your helm, your face scrunched up at the sight - and feeling - of the wound on your shoulder.

Too focused on the fight in front of you, a stray Vehicon had been able to sneak up behind you and catch you by surprise. Fortunately for you, Vehicons were mass trained for quantity over quality and didn’t have the best shots. The blast grazed your shoulder, tearing between some of your paneling to the barely exposed wires. It hurt like a bitch at first, but adrenaline buried it enough that it wouldn’t distract you - plus it was small enough that none of your team noticed. Now that you were back at base, though, the piercing sting prodded at your processor incessantly. You did want to go and see Ratchet about it - always finding some kind of excuse to be around the mech - but he was dealing with Bumblebee right now, and you didn’t want to add to his plate. Not like it was anything life-threatening, anyway. You could just try and patch it up yourself - you’ve spent enough time with Ratchet to pick up a few things yourself.

You stole a glance at said medic, who you only just noticed was looking right at you. Immediately you realized from the questioning look on his face, raised brow and all, he had probably caught both your reaction to Bulkhead bumping into you and the grimace you had made at your shoulder. Optimistic, you shook your head at him, giving the mech a meager thumbs-up and a “I'm-actually-totally-fine” smile. He gave you a hard stare, and your spark sank when he motioned you over with a flick of his digits. You begrudgingly made your way over to the medical bay. As you neared, Ratchet had already cleared Bumblebee and was shooing him out. The scout passed you, and your attention was focused on Ratchet waiting with a cocked helm and his ever-present RBF. Standing awkwardly under his gaze, almost scrutinizing, you huffed. Without a word, the red and white medic picked up his scanner, turning it on with a loud click and running the green laser over your frame.

“Really, doc - I’m fine. It’s nothing.” you tried, and failed, as he kept the device lingering at your shoulder. With a deadpan look covering his faceplate, he put the scanner down and placed his servos over your shoulder plating. You grit your denta to keep a pained hiss from leaving you, wincing when he felt around the frayed wiring.

“Nothing, huh?” you pouted at his scoff, his metal brows knitted together as he examined the shot that had barely missed doing any serious damage. ��Sit.” he ordered, gesturing to the medical berth while he moved to grab some tools from a nearby counter. Embarrassment was settling in your chassis, but you did as you were told.

It technically didn’t take long to patch you up, but the old mech made it seem like eons to you with the way he was muttering about “some of the team having egos too big for their own good.” It only made the burn of embarrassment grow, and you ducked your head when he gave you a pointed look. Ratchet was nothing if not thorough in ensuring you knew when he disapproved of something.

Soon enough he finished up, giving the patched wound a once-over.

“Anything else you’re not telling me?” he questioned, the familiar lilt of sarcasm back in his tone. That at least steadied your nerves a little.

“No, sir.” you mocked, raising one of your servos in a half-assed salute.

He scowled, crossing his arms, “I’ll have Optimus enforce mandatory health checks every time you come back to base.”

Frantically shaking your helm, you raised both servos defensively, “Okay, okay!” you sputtered, “Won’t happen again.” His optics narrowed, giving you a hard stare, and you released a heavy sigh. “Promise.”

Ratchet debated it for a moment, still having half a mind to just assign the checks anyway, but as you kept your optics trained on his, the mech’s will buckled and he huffed a quick, “Good.”

You both were staring at each other for just a moment too long before Ratchet gave a quick cough. “Come back if the pain flares up again.” he waved you off as he made his way back to his usual spot at the terminal. You blinked, watching him walk off with a slightly heated face. Awkward. Hopping off the medical berth, you were careful not to irritate your shoulder and mess it up more than it already was. As you walked past Bumblebee he whirred to grab your attention. You paused, turning your head to him with a raised metal brow.

The scout chirped at you teasingly from where he sat, nodding his head way too obviously towards you and then Ratchet, who was already burying himself back in his work. Your optics widened, immediately narrowing into an offended glare as you jabbed a digit towards him.

“Don't. Even.” you grumbled, folding your arms and walking briskly away from Bumblebee’s poorly stifled, chittering laugh that echoed behind you. Your previous pity for the mech quickly dissipated as your faceplate burned. Primus.

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[arson-jellyfish69]

Made some art of Dreadwing from the first chapter of my fic. I present to you, Dreadwing having a crisis

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[spreadwardiard]

The Rot (part 2)

Dazed and confused, Orion pax comes online surrounded by rubble. Luckily, he isn't alone. However, that does not mean he's safe.

Part 2 of my 'inspired by MLP infection' AU! I hope y'all enjoy it! Again, big thanks to @lets-try-some-writing for all the help and encouragement!

Part 1 here

The hot, yet soothing tingle of his self-repair system’s nanites tending to the aching wounds of his frame was what finally brought Orion’s processor back online. His awareness floated slowly in and out, only able to sense the slowly ebbing pain signals from his damaged frame. His helm throbbed aggressively if he so much as even attempted a thought. It was reassuring, however, that each time Orion’s awareness floated back to him, he ached a little less and that his thoughts were able to come more freely. 

Where was he? Even without his full processing power, he knew that he was not in the safety of his berth. Accessing his memories did little to answer that question. He recalled Megatronus contacting him about a train, and he could remember that he had indeed left his hab, but beyond that, his memories were still too damaged to retrieve. The only option available was to allow himself to float away once more and allow the nanites time to continue their repair.

When he next came to awareness, it lacked the gentle ebb and flow of before. Rapid flashes of his most recent memories assaulted him in waves: coming online to an unexpected call, Megatronus’ unexpected declaration of affection, his walk to the station, boarding the train… 

His processor throbbed as if it would burst while the emotions tied to his memories crashed into effect: confusion, worry and then fear. Orion’s optics shuttered online just as the panic hit him. He sat rapidly, causing his helm to spin and his optical input to become distorted. 

“Shield your field!” The command was hissed at him with quiet urgency, and Orion clamped down on instinct. He brought his servo to his helm and groaned softly as he rubbed at his closed optics with his palm in a desperate attempt to placate the pain in his processor. 

“What happened?” Orion croaked out softly. Behind him came the soft shuffling of small pedes, and before Orion could even process what that meant, his companion was at his side.

“There’s no time to explain, Can you walk? It isn’t safe here.” Orion reset his optics, and slowly opened them once more, relieved that his inputs were no longer spinning. He was surrounded by broken glass and crumpled sheets of metal, dangerously sharp. Strips of soft mesh cabling dangled from above him, some slowly dripping fluids that he couldn’t identify. 

Orion’s optics finally found his companion. He ex-vented in relief as he was struck with recognition. Ravage observed him with a raised optical ridge, and the look on his face gave Orion the impression that the cassette hadn’t expected him to come online as suddenly as he had. 

“I think so?” Orion whispered through his grimace as he felt the stiffness in his hydraulics as he shifted his weight, to maneuver onto his knees. A flurry of diagnostic pings assaulted his HUD, alerting him to several injuries that were, luckily, non-critical. 

“Good. We need to leave. Now.” It was a command, and one Orion thought almost sounded laced with fear. Ravage darted forward, his cyber-feline frame having no issue ducking beneath what appeared to be the mangled remains of a bench that had been partially ripped from the walls in the crash. 

It wasn’t especially difficult to maneuver his frame through the small space, but it did ache like the Pits to crawl his way through what was left of the compartment. He was dangerously low on fuel, that much was obvious by how exhausting it was to hold his frame and move at such an angle. 

That also explains why my nanites did not complete my self repair. Orion thought as he dragged himself forward through the jagged remains. By the time his helm popped through a crushed window, he was venting heavily, and his arms shook with the strain of holding up his weight.

“Hurry. We don’t have much time.” Ravage paced nervously outside the wreckage, his optics constantly scanning around them. Orion begrudgingly hauled himself free from the shattered window and grimaced as he stood, taking only a klik to allow his optics to adjust to the increased light before following the cyber-feline between two hunks of deformed metal. 

Orion almost couldn’t believe the utter devastation around him. Smashed bits of transport compartments lie crumpled as far as he could see. Mutilated remains of Cybertronians were scattered haphazardly about, some obviously crushed by impact alone, while others looked…. Gnawed at, as if something had consumed them. 

He’d never seen anything like it before, not even on his long deep-dives into the darkest reaches of the data-net. Orion’s tanks churned, hot and sickly sweet, at the thought of what could have done damage like that. Some of those bodies were completely eviscerated… 

Orion focused his optics on Ravage, not wanting to see any more of the surrounding carnage than he had to. This was beyond wrong.  His internal chronometer told him that he had been offline for several cycles, which should have been plenty of time for rescue crews to have saved not only him, but everyone else strewn around. Surely, the Transport Commission would have sent a crew to clean the debris off the tracks. 

It seemed that he and Ravage were the only two living mechs around. But if that were the case, what had Ravage so anxious? It was painfully obvious as Ravage led him through the debris field, zigzagging to stay in the shadows of the rubble, that he was trying to avoid them being seen, but from whom, Orion couldn’t begin to guess. 

It seemed like the rubble stretched forever. The closer they came to the front of the train, the worse everything seemed to be.  Train compartments were smashed against and piled atop each other in such a disordered way that it almost could have been beautiful. If only the place wasn’t littered with corpses and plastered with splattered energon.

“Hey!” A panicked voice called out to the pair, causing Ravage to startle and Orion’s helm to whip towards the source of the sound. A young mech, pinned at the waist beneath a large scrap of steel, waved frantically at them. “Oh! Thank Primus, you’re not one’a them…” He could see the fear that emanated from his optics and the stains of dried optical lubricants painted down his face. 

Orion thought nothing of it. His internal processes immediately flooded him with coding to provide aid. He rushed towards the trapped youngster, ignoring the pings flooding his circuits from his injuries. He wasn’t that far from them. 

“Pax! Stop!” Ravage called out to him in a harsh whisper, his frustration evident in the slight growl lacing his command, but Orion could not heed that request. Not when his coding so persistently urged him to help someone so desperately in need.

“You gotta get me outta here! They’re coming!” A wall of hunger assaulted the archivist’s EM receiver, unlike anything he’d ever felt before: thick, desperate, and driving. Something was coming, that was for sure, and Orion had a feeling that whatever it was, was the same thing that had caused all the carnage he’d been trying to avoid looking at. He had to get him out fast, or he’d be torn apart, just like the corpses littering the whole area. 

A weight slammed into him from behind, sending Orion careening face-first into the ground. Ravage hunched atop his back and hissed furiously into his audials. “There isn’t time, Pax! They’re here! We have to leave him!” 

Orion lifted his helm, anger coursing through his circuits like an inferno. He opened his intake to retort, but was frozen solid in fear when a shambling mech, painted in red and gold, tumbled down from atop the hunk of metal pinning the youngling down, landing with a ground shaking thud. Chunks of his armor were missing from his frame, and Orion immediately recognized the same thick, green goop oozing from his intake and down his front as he saw the drunken mech purge before the crash. 

The youngling screamed as the mech shambled towards him. Ravage jumped, and suddenly was in Orion’s line of sight, their faces nearly touching,

“We have to go now! More will come!” Ravage pushed his entire face against Orion’s aggressively, an obviously desperate attempt to push him up onto his pedes. The youngling’s field erupted suddenly in a hot, sickening burst of panic. “There’s no saving him now, Pax!”

Orion couldn’t remember getting to his pedes. Everything happened so fast. The shambling mech grabbed the youngling by the arm and mercilessly tore at the plating. Another mech, covered in the same putrid ooze, shambled forward from the shadows, and Orion’s processor flooded him with a new command: Run! 

Ravage was two steps ahead of him on that front, and Orion instinctually followed the cassette as he swiftly led them away, even passing more of the shambling, rotting mechs that were hobbling towards the source of the screams. 

The youngling’s field projected his agony and fear of death far beyond the wreckage field, and by the time the screaming stopped, Orion was venting far too heavily to even notice its absence. He ran until the pressure building in his hydraulics overpowered his internal command to flee. 

His HUD flashed red. He was overheating, and his hydraulics couldn’t continue at the brutal pace that his survival coding had forced on him. He had to stop. His frame shook from the overexertion. He couldn’t stop the anguished screams of that mech from playing on loop in his processor. If he’d had any fuel in his tanks, he would have purged it all right then. 

“Snap out of it, Pax. We can’t stop now. We’re almost there.” Ravage’s annoyed whisper broke through his inner turmoil. Ravage was right. He couldn’t afford to stop. Not when those things were out there, likely to follow them once they were finished with-

No! Orion forced the thought out of his processor and forced his legs forward, despite the stinging pressure and pinging diagnostics. He wasn’t ready to return to the Well just yet. He was grateful that Ravage accepted this slower pace that his frame now demanded. 

They were following the tracks. Orion hadn’t noticed when they were running. All he was able to focus on was Ravage and trying to keep up with the far nimbler cyber-feline. He wasn’t even entirely certain how far they ran before he stopped, and he absolutely was not about to turn around and find out. 

When they finally stopped, it was at what appeared to be an empty Emergency Depot. They were scattered relatively regularly along the various strings of transport lines around the planet. Ravage led him inside, and as soon as the door snapped shut behind them, he let out a furious hiss. 

“Don’t you ever do something that slagging stupid again! You almost got the both of us killed!” Orion jumped away from his smaller companion and opened his intake to respond, but Ravage gave him no time to do so. 

“I will not die for you, Orion Pax.  Do you understand me? If you pull something like that again, I will leave you behind! I don’t care if you’re Megatronus’ favorite upper cast plaything. You ain’t worth dying for!” 

It was like the very air was sucked from his vents. Orion deflated, his gaze falling to the floor and his finials lowering. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know” 

Ravage sighed dismissively and flicked his tail. He said nothing for a few kliks, but Orion didn’t want to think about why. He had too many other concerns vying for his attention. His tanks ached with their emptiness, and his frame felt heavier than he’d ever remembered it being. He ached deeply, down to the protoform, and he still had no clue what was going on. Overshadowing all of that was the fear that clawed at his spark and made him wish he’d just slipped into stasis instead of coming online to this nightmare. 

“Frag… you’re a real piece of work, aren’t you, Pax?” Ravage said, but his tone was gentler than before. It made Orion think of when he was a sparkling, annoying his caretakers for attention, which, unfortunately, didn’t make him feel any better in the moment. 

“Megatronus just told me to get on the train. Ravage… is he alright?” The cyber-feline rolled his optics and turned to slink deeper into the building. Orion had no choice but to follow, making sure to close and lock every door they came through, just in case. 

“I don’t know. Comms are down all over. I can’t even contact Soundwave.” Ravage huffed softly at that. “I found this place about 2 cycles ago. There’s some energon rations stashed in the back, and some mediberths if you need to recharge. They, uh… they haven’t come back. They tend to hang around the crash.” 

“The rations taste like scrap, but the packaging says it's nutritionally complete,’ whatever that means.” Ravage shrugged, and hopped up onto a sofa in the dimly lit space that Orion could now see was a lounge of sorts, probably for the mechs who normally were stationed here. 

Orion couldn't care less how the rations tasted. His tanks demanded refueling, and his coding told him that he would feel better all over if only he could get something into his him. He tore into them, devouring one after the other. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he was, or how much his systems had been starving for the power to simply function. It took four entire ration cubes to satiate him. 

The effect struck almost immediately once he lowered his last cube to the floor. His self-repair routines rebooted, and he suddenly felt the overwhelming urge for recharge. He didn’t even try to make it to the mediberths. The lounge sofa was much closer, and right now, it looked like the most comfortable thing on the entire planet. 

Ravage only huffed softly as he hopped down from the sofa, and up onto the adjacent chair, where he curled up in the way that cyber-felines did; curled in a ball with his helm tucked under his tail.

“We can’t stay here.” Orion said, his voice just above a whisper. His processor was fighting against the wave of recharge that was crashing over him, forcing him to think about how close those things really were to them, and mixing those thoughts with how much he wished Megatronus was here… 

“Not for long, no.” Ravage glanced up at him, with a raised optical ridge, his tone dry and tired. Orion tried to keep his optics focused on him. 

“I promised him I would get there.” Orion’s vocalizer started to slur his glyphs, and Ravage tilted his helm and scrunched his optics in confusion. 

“Promised who?” Ravage’s tone said that he really didn’t care. 

“Mega…” Orion’s optics shuttered closed, and he in-vented deeply to quell the anxiety that still bubbled behind the coding trying to force him into recharge. 

The cyber-feline snorted at that and laid his helm back down. 

Orion frowned and forced his optics back open. There was still too much data he needed to understand what was happening around him. 

“What happened to everyone?” 

Ravage sighed at that question, and lifted his helm to meet Orion’s optics once more. 

“Shut up, Pax, and recharge. I’ll tell you all I know when we come online.” 

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[errolluck]

DEVOTION POST MORTEM

TRANSFORMERS PRIME ONE-SHOT

Summary: It had happened. What Soundwave feared the most had become a reality. What would he do now that he was alone? Now that the only cybertronian he would die for... was gone?

Pairing: MegaSound (Megatron/Soundwave) [Transformers Prime]

Warnings: Major character death, slight mechanical gore (not graphic), blood.

Word count: +1700

English isn't my first lenguage. Sorry in advance for any gramatical error.

It couldn't be true. This wasn't real.

Soundwave stood in the middle of the battlefield. Energon leaked from his shoulder and injured leg, leaving drops of blue on the ground below the Decepticon.

This battle wasn't supposed to end like this. Clashing metal and gunshots could be heard all around him from the ongoing conflict. Soundwave knew they were losing; beside him a soldier fell dead to the ground with his chest destroyed.

But he didn't react to that or to the screams of his comadres that were succumbing to the Autobots or to the fire that had almost hit him in the head. No, he didn't care about that at all.

Because infront of him, there was the scene he never thought it would ever happen:

Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and last remaining Prime, holding a sword that was impaling Megatron through the abdomen.

Megatron's arms dropped as he coughed energon from his mouth in a dying breath. Optimus pulled out the sword with quick movement, making Megatron hunch back in pain as the sword sliced again his insides. He wandered around for a few seconds before falling on his knees, looking at Prime with shock and anger in his optics.

Soundwave dropped his own weapon, creating an echo when the metal of his sword hit the ground of stone. It was a dangerous move to make in the middle of a battle, but his mind wasn't focussing on logic at the time.

He rushed in a silent worry to his fallen leader, now laying in the ground as a pool of energon formed below his body. Optimus saw Soundwave approaching, but before he could do or say anything, a group of Vehicons attacked him from behind, forcing Optimus to change his focus to the opponents.

Megatron, ignoring the new overwhelming fire near him, breathed heavily as he turned around to look at the coming robot and his beating rushed when he recognized the slender figure of Soundwave, running to his side. The old gladitor of Kaon opened his mouth, trying to form a cohesive sentence to his most loyal soldier, but the only thing that came out of his throat was energon.

Soundwave kneeled beside him. His head moved quickly form side to side, analyzing the injuries to see what he could do to help his fallen leader, to make Megatron survive this battle.

But there was nothing. His visor flooded with negative answers as he saw Megatron bleeding to dead infront of him; Optimus' sword had destroyed more than met the eye.

He looked at his leader; his visor was black and emotionless as always, but Megatron could read Soundwave's feelings perfectly at that moment.

He always did.

Megatron just looked back at Soundwave and, with his fading force, he managed to grab one of Soundwave's hands that was laying on his silver chestplate.

There were no words between. But a silent plead existed in Megatron's eyes that Soundwave understood perfectly.

Don't leave me.

Soundwave grasped Megatron's hand tightly. He could only watch as the gladiator's spark vanished second by second and the red optics closed slowly. Soundwave never moved until Megatron's chest went cold and with it, his existence in the universe.

Megatron had died.

With a quick change of his arm to the shotgun, Optimus finished the last of the Vehicons that ambushed him with a single but precise shot to the chest; a quick death. He breathed heavily under the mask, tired of the exhausting combat, but turned around, remembering Soundwave running towards his position just seconds before being attacked.

The communications officer was kneeling besides Megatron's body, with his visor laying on the gladiators chest while one of his hands grabbed Megatron's unmoving claws. Soundwave wasn't crying, he wasn't screaming, but his silence carried more pain than a thoundsand words could ever do.

Optimus aproached slowly, transforming his hand back into normal.

"Soundwave" he called. The Decepticon didn't looked back, he didn't even flinch at the voice of Optimus Prime like other Decepticons would have.

But he was listening, and mind started racing, bringing back old memories:

He was working overnight, focussed completly in his job. All the other Decepticons knew that it was better to let him do his job alone; Soundwave always appeared so cryptid to others, that even without saying a word, he made other shiver and fear him.

Except one.

Heavy footsteps approached behind him. But Soundwave didn't turn around; he knew just by the noise who the footsteps belonged to.

"Working late again?" Megatron's deep, dark voice echoed through the empty room. His metalic feet created a powerful and imposing noise even when he wasn't trying to intimidate.

Soundwave nodded, continuing to work on the Iacron codes. The Decepticon leader walked up to his side and stood there; Megatron stared at the screen and then at Soundwave's quick fingers, alternating between them for a couple of minutes before walking again behind Soundwave.

"You are my most loyal and effective warrior, Soundwave" he whispered as he layed his head closer to Soundwave's hearing perceptors. "The last thing I need from you is collapsing out of exhaustion"

Soundwave's hands stopped moving across the keyboard and looked back Megatron. Their size and built was incredibly different, but at the same time, when they were together, it fit like a puzzle.

Megatron stared at Soundwave's visor. He layed his head and both decepticons shared an affectionate headbut. Soundwave felt Megatron's chest purring, deep and slow, like a old but powerful engine from a tank, as the leader moved his head with Soundwave's.

"Don't overwork yourself" Megatron purred before stepping back. "That's an order, Soundwave"

Soundwave saw as he walked away, leaving a warm sensation in his spark behind even after Megatron had left the room.

"I know you were extremely loyal to him, Soundwave"

Optimus voice brought back Soundwave to the present. He still didn't move to look at the Auotobot leader.

"But it's time to change, you know that" spoke Optimus with calmness. His expression changed to something between pity and frustration as he looked at the dead body. "Megatron chose to continue in this dark path that led to his demise... I don't want you to do the same and end like him, Soundwave"

Soundwave's grasp on Megatron's cold hand strengthened. Another memory flooded his mind as the battle around continued:

He was laying beside Megatron. He could feel as Megatron's chest went up and down, slowly, as his leader reacharged.

The Deception army had tons of rumors and myths about Megatron. One of them, is that he didn't need recharging and was fulled only by anger and his constant need of conquer.

But as unstopable and dangerous as Megatron was, he was still just another cybertronian, with the same needs as anyone else. That included recharging from time to time.

Megatron slept in private. He didn't like the idea of being vulnerable in an exposed environment, especially with Starscream nearby. Sometimes, he would just lock himself in his private quarters and recharge for a couple of hours before returning.

But other times, he and Soundwave had a moment of peace where they would lay with each other and recharge as long as they could. Soundwave adored every second that he could spend with Megatron, even if it was just seeing him recharge and feel his spark's beating.

Soundwave snuggled even more close to Megatron, laying his visor on the leader's chest and letting himself enjoy the peace and quiet of the moment.

Back in the present, he was laying his head in the same place, but now the only thing he felt from Megatron was cold and an eternal silence from his spark.

"Soundwave, please..." begged Optimus. "I understand your pain; Megatron was a friend to me once, even a brother... But we must let go now and look into the future of both Decepticons and Autobots"

Soundwave listened to the Prime's words as a brewing anger started to grow beneath his chest:

There he was again, with Megatron. Both were in their alternate forms, flying through the black, empty space around them outside the Nemesis.

They flew with a synchrony that even the most graceful cybertronians back then could have just dreamed of archiving. There was no previous practice or warning needed for them to move in harmony as they danced across the stars.

In one moment, both of them transformed back into their normal forms, with Soundwave floating a little above from Megatron. They looked at each other with something stronger than the Allspark itself.

Megatron extended his arms as Soundwave descended slowly to him. Once he had catched his partner, Megatron laid his head on Soundwave's visor, smiling with his perceptors closed.

"I love you" purred Megatron as he and Soundwave shared the same warm and calmness from their sparks.

They both drifted in space, caring about nothing else but each other's company. That was all what mattered to them at that moment.

"Soundwave?"

Optimus looked at the Decepticon. He hadn't responded or even moved since he had finished talking. The air was charged with smoke and cries of the battle, surrounding both cybertronians. There was now a big puddle of energon below Megatron's dead body.

Then, out of nowhere, Soundwave looked at him. And Optimus, for the first time since he had gotten close to Soundwave, felt daggers of fear as time seemed to froze between them.

Soundwave's silence was charged with something more powerful and dangerous than anger or sadness: Hate.

The Decepticon played a recording of Megatron's voice, a full sentence without other clips that wasn't directed towards Optimus, but made the message clear to Prime.

"You mean more to me than you could ever imagine, Soundwave..."

That was more than enough than any other word that Soundwave himself could have said at that moment. Optimus looked at him, his eyes showing pity.

"Very well, Soundwave" Optimus changed his arm to a sword. His voice carried pain. "I'm sorry"

Soundwave grabbed tightly another weapon that was laying on the ground and both robots charged against each other.

As energon flew around them and the swords clashed in an echo, Soundwave could just think about one thing, having processed everything inside his head:

He would be loyal to Megatron, even if that meant dying with and for him.

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers fanfiction #megasound #megatron #soundwave #optimus prime #tfp megasound #tfp megatron #tfp soundwave #tfp optimus prime #tfp fanfic #maccadam #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #one shot

[theroachsanklesart]

Transformers Prime Megatron

I did this challenge because @jangelorum did one with their childhood hyper fixation and I HAD to as well! Here's Megatron from tfp! My fic might be updating soon so 👀🤌✨

Some lore for my fic version!

Megatron in my fic is a few steps away from becoming just as nasty as he is in cannon. He's not a good guy by any means but he's alot more willing to listen than he is in cannon, though it takes a while for things to stick. He's stubborn.

He has alot more scaring and has his old serial number purposely scratched off his neck, though the reminance are still visible.

He has alot of issues with his vents causing him to smoke when he's over worked himself. He's not as spry a fighter as he used to be and is trying DESPRATELY to hide that out of fear of being over thrown and seen as weak.

Anywho! Rant over! He's crusty and I enjoyed this challenge!

#the roach draws #tfp fanart #tfp fanfic #tfp megatron #tfp #transformers prime #transformers prime fanfic #transformers prime fanart #transformers prime megatron #d16 #d-16

[icekingofhope]

me trying to pick my favorite starscream adaptation

if you don’t know the stop me fanfic (first of all what are you even doing with your life???) second it is created by @megadoomingir they are very talented and did a great job on this fanfic to sum up starscream after being killed by the predacons somehow goes back in time to when he first had dark energon

I won’t spoil too much about it but trust me on this it is pretty good

it is a REALLY good fanfic probably my most fanfics ever and gives Justice to starscreams character

here is the fanfic if you want to read it (if not then that is alright)

Anyways later

#Fanfic #tfp fanfic #tfp stop me #transformers prime #tfp starscream #tfp #this fanfic is really good #Tfp meme #meme

[ultra-phthalo]

Night Vision - Hue

Transformers oc called Cinnabar.

This cybertronian has unique properties resulting from its unorthodox method of creation.

#transformers #oc #tf #cinnabar #art #creative writing #tfp #oc cinnabar #tf oc #maccadam #traditional art #fineliner #watercolor art #marker pens #lighting #tfp fanfic #cybertronian #cybertronian biology #transformers fanfiction #transformers fan continuity #story oc #biometal #Bio metal manipulation #stealth jet

[promiscuousderg]

Chapter 11 is up babes

#de spatio inter astra #tfp #transformers #tfp fanfic

[virovirokun-has-adhd]

I can imagine Megatron at like sleep cycle hours, everyone else on the Nemesis is asleep bar like Soundwave or something, and he's sitting on his throne thing, deep in thought, and while he's thinking he doesn't notice himself slowly powering down, his bio-lights dimming and slowly fading out as his optic lids close and he falls into his sleep cycle.

I'd imagine Soundwave just looks over at him, not saying anything as per usual, but he dims the room's lighting — not like he needs it as high as it was — letting his liege rest, Primus knows he needs it. A few hours later he summons an awake Vehicon guard to watch over Lord Megatron while he's in his resting state and leaves to get a couple hours of sleep cycle in himself.

Maybe an hour or two later, the Vehicon flinches slightly as Megatron's frame moves, his bio-lights flickering back to life as he exits his rest cycle somewhat abruptly. The stationed Vehicon doesn't know what to do so he just stands tall and salutes his liege, waiting for Megatron to bark at him to leave the room perhaps, which, surprisingly for the Vehicon doesn't happen as Megatron just sighs and says "At ease," in a sleepy voice. Somewhat shocked, the Vehicon hesitates, but does eventually relax, asking quietly if he should leave and doing so quickly when he receives a small head nod from Lord Megatron.

(... don't ask why i wrote this it just came to me and when i started writing i just couldn't stop)

[inspo original post]

#sleepy Megs #tfp #tfp fanart #tfp megatron #viro writes #viro talks #fanfic #transformers prime fanfic #tfp fanfic #i genuinely don't know why i wrote this #check original post

[daleespringdraw]

listen-

I know this is surprising—especially since it’s been a literal millennia since i made fanfiction— but I don’t have time to be making full-length transformers comics. So I had to go for the next best thing. So————- hav dis

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp knockout #tfp ratchet #tfp fowler #tfp june #tfp oc #tfp fanfic #fanfic #writting #maccadam #Not So Formal Greetings

[harventheblorbo]

Could I have a cybertronian reader saving Optimus Prime, Megatron and Knockout on a battle and getting heavily injured in the process?

Cybertronian reader saving Optimus Prime, Megatron, Knock-out ➵

Containing;... Optimus Prime, Megatron, Knockout, and Cybertronian Reader

___ is Cybertronian and gender neutral

Warning;.. Mention of battles, Swearing

➥Optimus

It's a very rare occurrence that he needs to be saved. He knows not to go alone any where as he thinks it's foolish to do so and will lead to nothing and most likely get yourself killed but the one time that he thought that he was going on a small mission, it was actually a trap and led him into a corner

Now not only is Optimus Injuryed, you are as well and if not more then him. He felt guilty for leading someone he cared about into the battlefield because of how foolish he was himself and getting them more harmed then him.

He sat next to your berth as you were given daily medicine and said sorry basically everyday that as you were resting and would only leave if he had to go on missions.

➵Megatron

Whenever he needs saving, he feels like he should be at blame and that he shouldn't have people who care about him and at the end, self sabotages his self worth

When he does Get saved but at a cost, his mind goes down a spiral and Ends up hopelessly setting next to your berth hoping that you would wake up and everything would be fine.

In the end, when you do wake up, his mood is much, much more better and is more tolerable then before with a grumpy mood.

➵Knockout

Whenever he gets saved, he trys his best to try to make it up. He understands that it wasn't his fault but at the same time, he feels like he shouldn't have been so weak.

As for when you get injured, he starts to get overwhelmed and feels more panic then he ever has before. He starts to try to reason to himself that he had to be saved or else he would have died but he fails.

When you wake up from your recovery, it's a miracle and spoils you rotten and makes sure that he never has to get saved again.

#tfp #tfp x reader #tfp fanfic #transformers #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #tfp megatron #tfp Megatron x reader #tfp knockout x reader #tfp knockout

[wyrm-with-a-why]

Moved my fanfic from wattpad to ao3 btw god I hope I can finish the damn thing someday

#transformers #megatron #optimus prime #megatronus #Arcee #ratchet #bumblebee #bulkhead #raf esquivel #miko nakadai #jack darby #soundwave #tfp fanfic

[spreadwardiard]

I wrote a little thing. A little megaorion fluff thing. I can't get this ship out of my head omg.

Title: Home is Where You Are

Summary: After a long time away in Iacon, Orion returns to Kaon and snuggles up in berth with his conjunx.

Rating: Teen and Up

It was well into the recharge cycle when Orion finally stepped off transport in the city of Kaon, and even later when he finally arrived at the run-down building that served as his second home; the Gladiatorial Apartments. He ignored the warnings flashing on his HUD as he trudged down the hall towards the elevator, alerting him to what he already knew; that he was exhausted and in desperate need of recharge.

As always, the elevator groaned in a worrisome reminder of the lack of maintenance that was afforded to this place. It would fail, one cycle, if they didn’t tend to it, Orion thought as it inched its way towards the upper floors. Orion hoped that by that time he will have successfully convinced Megatronus that it would be beneficial to allow Orion to purchase something… safer and more suitable to their needs. As much as he loved his conjunx, the tiny apartment provided to Megatronus, even as the Champion, was too small to comfortably house the both of them full time.

He felt that familiar tug at his spark tighten as the elevator ground to a halt. Orion wasted no time, stepping out of that steel death trap as soon as its doors allowed him the space to do so. He let that tug at his spark pull him forward down the hall. He knew even before he punched the lock code into the door that Megatronus was recharging, and that brought a smile to his face as he stepped into the dimly lit apartment. Orion made him promise not to wait up for him.

Home… The apartment consisted of only three rooms; the living area, the berth room and the washrack. The main living space was half a fuel preparation station, and the rest was only large enough to fit his conjunx’s desk and two chairs. Orion couldn’t stop himself from quietly tidying up the space. He yawned softly as he straightened up the pile of datapads piled on the corner of the desk, saving them from inevitable collapse due to their haphazard stacking.

A quick glance around the room ripped a heavy sigh straight from his intake. The place was a mess, though that was not the fault of Megatronus. The unit his benefactors used to house him was simply too small for the larger warframe to comfortably maneuver himself to tidy up small nooks and crannies- another reason Orion wanted to purchase something else for the two of them.

He made his way into the fuel preparation station, picking up any trash that was easily accessible. After tossing it into the waste receptacle, he made his way to the automatic energon purifier on the counter. It was not turned on. Still ignoring the warnings in his HUD to seek immediate recharge, he switched on the machine, and carefully added the raw energon into the unit. Now, they would have fuel prepared for them when they came out of recharge.

An exhausted yawn ripped free from his intake as he turned and glanced at the closed door to the berthroom. His conjunx lay beyond that door, along with the silent promise of comfort and rest. It was so slagging difficult to recharge now, when he was alone in Iacon.

Orion paused only for a klik once the door to the berthroom slid open, to admire his Champion's form upon the berth. His spark blazed in a momentary inferno upon the sight. He wasn't entirely sure when or how he had fallen so deeply in love with this mech. It was not an intentional decision on his part, but Megatronus had nonetheless burrowed into his spark and had become everything to him.

Even shrouded in darkness his frame was magnificent. Without his low light filters switched on, Orion could see the elegant angles of Megatronus’ armored pauldrons and the almost delicate curve where his waist slopped into his hips silhouetted against the dim light trickling in through the window. The beauty of his frame was enough to suck the air directly from his vents.

Orion still could not entirely understand why Megatronus had chosen him as his conjunx. He could have any mech he wanted, and yet Megatronus had given his spark to a simple archivist. Orion was no fighter. He was not especially strong. He did not have a station that gave him great political power or a voice amongst the people. Despite how deeply he loved Megatronus, he still often felt undeserving of the love Megatronus returned to him.

He felt another yawn begin to build up in his frame, and his HUD flashed that obnoxious warning once more. Finally, he stepped towards the berth, taking care to move slowly and quietly to not disturb the gladiator before him. Megatronus must have been just as exhausted as Orion was, for him to be recharging so soundly.

He sat slowly on the edge of the berth, careful to slowly distribute his weight so as to not disturb his lover's recharge. Orion could already feel the comforting warmth of Megatronus’ frame radiating towards him as he scooted himself close until he was finally able to press himself gently against his lover’s back.

“I missed you so much.” Orion whispered as he peppered gentle kisses along the Champion's spinal strut, before slipping his arm around his lover's waist. He knew that once the morning came, he would likely find himself pinned below this very same frame while they reunited carnally, but for now he was simply content to snuggle his face into the larger mech's back and hold him as close as possible while finally allowing himself to succumb to the demands of exhaustion.

#spreadwardiardfics #megaorion #megaop #megop #megorion #tfp fanfic #fluff #tfp orion pax #tfp megatronus #tfp megaop #tfp megop fanfics #tfp megop

[reptisoil]

Coding Trouble || TFP! Soundwave x GN! Reader ||

Summary: After needing help with some coding assignment for your college class, you can't think of any other bot to go first.

Warnings: Soundwave says a single word if that counts

Word count: 406, sorry

Note: First TFP fanfic with my special little bot, nobody can have him but me <3 /nsrs

Walking towards the same alley you do every day, the familiar greenish-blue swirling portal opens just as you reach it. Walking out, you sigh and sit, grabbing your laptop and opening it as you find yourself on a familiar servo. "Hey, Soundwave."

As he walked toward whatever task he had from Megatron, he noticed that you were stressed. Since he didn't talk much, he couldn't ask what was wrong or causing you stress so he decided to wait until you brought the issue up.

After a few minutes of you not typing, you look up at the third in command and it seems like you're working up the courage to ask a question. Soundwave looks at you, popping a question mark up on his visor. You sigh, "I got this new assignment for my coding class and I can't think of how to start it or what to do, really. I know what I need to do -the requirements, I mean - but I just can't do it.."

He set you down on a random computer that was in the room, closing yours and putting another question mark up. You put your laptop away and look at him. You explain the assignment to him, feeling extremely stupid as he quickly typed up the entire coding needed. "I know you can code it, you've had millions of years to practice, I've had maybe a few hours."

Soundwave brought up a backward arrow, letting you know you should back up and step back for a second. You nod and take a deep breath. "Do you mind walking me through it, line by line?" He shook his head, erasing the code he'd previously written and started writing it out again slowly, making sure you'd followed and kept up, slowing down and going over it again and again until you could recite it by heart.

"Thank you, so much, Soundwave." You turn in your completed assignment, close your laptop, check the time, and yawn. "9:53.. I should sleep..."

Soundwave scooped you up and Lazerbeak detached from his master, bringing you to Soundwave's private room so you could sleep. You jump off Lazerbeak, whispering thanks to both the minicon and the 'con (who was listening and watching through the whole interaction). Once Lazerbeak was sure you were asleep, he flew back to Soundwave and attached back to him. Soundwave quickly muttered "Goodnight." and got back to his work for his master.

#tfp #tfp soundwave #tfp soundwave x reader #x reader #reptisoil #gender neutral insert #gender neutral y/n #gn reader #transformers #tfp fanfic #tfp x reader #transformers prime #transformers prime soundwave #transformers prime soundwave x reader

[cartoonslovers]

Destiny's room. (A short smokey fanfic)

As Ratchet opened the door, Smokescreen couldn't believe what he saw. There it was, his very own room with no bunkmates, and a berth all for himself to enjoy. Although it was a bit cramped, he couldn't believe he had it all to himself.

"So, wait, I get this joint all to myself?" asked Smokescreen, staring around the tiny room in disbelief.

Ratchet closed his optics for a moment, taking a deep sigh before responding to Smokescreen's question.

"Yes, Smokescreen, for the last time, this is your room," he said as he led Smokescreen into the cramped space.

Smokescreen couldn't contain his excitement and gratitude, feeling lucky to have a room all to himself

"Sweet!" cheered Smokescreen as he immediately leaped on top of the berth while flapping his door wings

Unfortunately, this earns a weird look from Ratchet who is still in the room with Smokescreen.

Smokescreen noticed how Ratchet was staring at him and he instantly straightened himself on the bed to look professional.

"Eh sorry " coughed Smokescreen in embarrassment as his door wings slowly stopped flapping.

Ratchet didn't say a word he just grumbled something under his before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

When Ratchet leaves the room, Smokescreen buries his face in the beth.

This wasn't the only time someone gave him a weird look. He remembered back in boot camp, bots would give him the occasional weird glances every time he acted excited or pumped.

He hated it when bots gave him those weird looks, it made him feel like nobody really respected him and only saw him as a burden to deal with.

Smokescreen didn't want to be a burden, he wanted to be helpful and useful to the war in any way possible .

yet in somewhere the back of his mind, he couldn't help but feel like he already messed up before he could even begin especially when it came to his first impression of the team which wasn't great at all.

No, he shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, he was in the same base as Optimus Prime and he wasn't going to let a bunch of assholes who gave him those weird looks back from his boot camp day screw up this opportunity for him.

While lying on the bed, drowning in his thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder how strange it was that his escape pod had landed precisely on Earth, and not some other planet.

After all, What were the odds of him ending up on the same planet as Optimus Prime? He felt like it was fate or some kind of sign.

Perhaps this could be density calling to him to help Team Prime win the war over the Decepticons

Smokescreen read many stories about heroes gaining density that they don't know about until the end of the story when they save the day.

He likes the idea of having a density, it makes him feel like he isn't a burden and he was meant for something greater

He smiled as thoughts of greatness and becoming a legend filled his mind.

"Tomorrow I'm going to show everyone what I'm made of" smiled Smokescreen with a determined look in his optics and confidence running through his circuits before drifting off to a peaceful slumber, dreaming of destiny and heroism.

#tfp fanfic #tfp smokescreen #tfp ratchet #transformers prime