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Needles in my Mind

A memosurgeon should never be confused for a medic. A medic heals mechs; a memosurgeon rips a mech’s mind apart and rebuilds it to the specifications of their employer. But in the eyes of the corrupt Cybertronian government, a memosurgeon is still labeled as a doctor.

Trepan likes to flaunt that fact.

“The Doctor is in!” she announces with a dramatic pose every time she enters a room, heedless of the terrified “patient” strapped to the slab in front of her. She dances around as she reads the specifications from her employer. This one is a rebel. She needs a program to nip those innovative thoughts in the bud, cut his intelligence, etc.

That one is just an example. She’d barely sunk her needles in when Rung pulled her out. Oh, how Cybertron would be a better place if she’d been able to finish her work on Megatron.

Domestication is a growing market in modern post-war Cybertron. They bring them to her straight from the Well, ready to be robbed of the ability to appear as a mech and be rendered the mindless animals Cybertron sees them as. It’s a simple routine procedure. She gets paid for her work and royalty on every “pet” sold off-planet, be they for pleasure or profit. Pets for the rich or guard beasts or pit fights, she doesn’t really care.

The pleasure is in the job.

And then they brought her a Prime.

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Ratchet swears he will never forget Rung’s name even it means engraving the mech’s entire life story onto his plating. The psychologist (“I’m not really one, I befriend everyone instead of being so professional, but it’s the closest thing to explaining what I do” Rung had explained) had snatched Optimus out from under Trepan’s needles. She would not be convinced to withdraw and he’d actually physically broken her hand at the needles. It had been a physical fight and Rung was currently nursing his wounds on a medical slab nearby.

Rung had bought them the time to show up and pull Optimus out of Trepan’s clutches. How he had ended up there, they didn’t know yet. Worse was her next patient.

Ultra Magnus was sitting up on the berth to Rung’s left, his helm buried in his hands. He’d woken up two days ago, unknown to the public. He’d been sent to Trepan right away. Rung had nabbed the brief. In short, make him senile and have him vouch for Sentinel to take his place.

Sentinel wasn’t smart enough for that kind of plan, which spoke of deeper corruption elsewhere. But that wasn’t Ratchet’s concern at the moment.

On the berth next to Ultra Magnus, Optimus was curled up in a ball on a med slab, arms covering his helm and shaking. He hadn’t moved since they freed him, wouldn’t let anyone near his helm without lashing out. Ratchet didn’t know if Trepan had done anything yet. He knew she liked to toy with her “patients”. However horrible that process was, Ratchet found himself praying to Primus that she had taken her time doing it.

But he had to check. Which meant taking a look at Optimus’ CPU.

Ultra Magnus sighs and gestures for Bulkhead to help him stand. The Magnus hobbles over to Optimus’ bedside and Bumblebee grabs him a chair, which Ultra gratefully took.

“Come on, Optimus, let us in,” he pleaded.

That was the last straw. “Leave him alone!” Ratchet shouted. “You were the one who told him being a hero wasn’t in his programming! You were the one who sent him away when any idiot could see Sentinel was to blame. How dare you try to comfort him now?”

Ultra Magnus looked at him with such pain it froze Ratchet in his rant. “I said those things to protect him. Elita was from an elite family; they wanted to take his face Ratchet. If they ever found him, they would have. Anonymity was his safety; I wanted him to live.”

Empureta, Ratchet thought. Face, hands, legs, all altered horribly. It made what happened to Elita-One seem tame. He suppressed a shudder.

“And what about the other things?” He asked more calmly.

Ultra Magnus sighed. “My name has been put on many things I didn’t sign off on and I’ve been saddled with trying to ethically handle morally wrong projects I didn’t want during my vorns. And those were the atrocities I caught. The people behind them are probably the people who hired Trepan today.”

Ultra Magnus looked down at Optimus’ shivering form. “Believe it or not, we were quite close before Archa-7.”

The older mech gently ran a hand over the Prime’s back, trying to soothe him. Optimus flinched and only shook harder. The rattling of his armor plates could be clearly heard now.

Ultra Magnus’ gaze settled on Sari, who was hanging back with Bee and Bulkhead. “Come here, young one. You might be able to help him by virtue of the fact you don’t look Cybertronian. You couldn’t possibly be Trepan or anyone else who’s hurt him today.”

Sari glided forward on her jet pack, gently landing by Optimus’ face. “Hey, Optimus, it’s me, Sari.” She knelt by his closed optics. “You can trust this face, right?” she said as her voice cracked.

She gently placed a hand on his cheek and Optimus slowly cracked his optics open. They were bright as headlights and Sari found herself squinting from the light. But the shaking did stop and she didn’t pull back her hand.

“Sari?”

Sari started to cry. Optimus never sounded scared, at least not like this. He’d always been so big and strong in her eyes. A real live hero. She was the one who got scared and ran up to him for comfort, not the other way around.

“Yeah, Boss Bot, it’s me.”

Optimus’ optics dimmed a bit and some of the tension seemed to leak out of his frame. “You came.”

Sari nodded. “Yeah, we got you.”

Optimus went limp with relief and Ratchet knelt at his optic level. “Optimus, do you recognize me?”

Optimus nodded, optics half shuttered. “Ratchet.”

“Do you trust me?” Another nod. “Can I look at your helm?” Optimus stiffened, optics flashing. Ratchet kept talking softly. “I need to see what Trepan did so I can work on fixing it.”

“Ratchet…” the Prime’s voice broke. “It was horrible. My thoughts, she made them disappear.”

Ratchet risked taking his Prime’s hand and Optimus squeezed it in a death grip. “I know, kid. I hate her too. I promise I’ll make it better.”

Optimus nodded and straightened out, arms coming away from his bare helm. Ratchet quickly moved to put him in stasis as he set about removing the needles still implanted in Optimus’ CPU. That done, he checked for damage of a more permanent nature.

Honestly, Ratchet wasn’t sure what he could prepare if Trepan had gotten past the toying phase. He could make it better, but a cure might not be possible. Personality alteration, lost memory files, dampers on intelligence, the list went on. Optimus might never be the same mech. How funny the last time Ratchet had been presented with a case where Trepan hadn’t been able to finish was with Megatron. There had been no lasting damage then, merely the deletion of a few thoughts that had been circling around his CPU at the time of surgery and the trauma of fighting to preserve your sense of self and having it ripped from you.

Thank the Allspark that was once more the case here.

Ratchet pulled out with a sigh. “He’ll heal.” He looked to Jazz. “Ready the Ark; this means war.”

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my-writings-and-musings · 3 years

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Could you perhaps do Rung's Cyclonus', Tailgate's and First Aid's reaction to their human S/O being trapped in the same room as Rung and Whirl while Fort Max he has his psychotic episode? And Fort Max isn't exactly gentle with them either so

Couple of broken ribs there at least

I love how you guys are so invested in this situation and all the potential prompts because it miiiiight just be from one of my favorite issues of MTMTE... Changing canon for all of these in that Rung emerges from this whole situation with his head intact.

Rung

·He's accustomed to the risks inherent to his profession, and despite his tiny size compared to his larger patients he's more than capable of handling himself in most crisis situations, you knew that the moment you heard that one of his more recent positions involved treating the Wreckers. But when Fortress Maximus burst in to his office, clearly in the fog of an agonizing psychotic episode, he felt fear like he hadn't in ages. His terror isn't for him however. You were preparing to head out so Whirl could have his appointment, your smile as casual as could be as you bid him goodbye from the doorway, when you were snatched up by the colossal Autobot forcing his way inside. Just seeing your fragile organic body in that gigantic fist... Whirl had been unable to stop him before being stabbed to the floor, and he'd been equally incapable of doing anything to save you as he was pinned to a chair with a few errant pieces of warped metal.

·With what Max endured, he knows the hulking mech is suffering from pain he hasn't even begun to acknowledge, but that doesn't make it any easier for him to stay calm and proffesional as you're held firmly in his grasp. Words can't begin to describe how badly he wants to ask for you to be released, even if only to be set down on an available surface so you can breathe, as his sharp audials can pick up every tiny gasp from your struggling body. Yet he doesn't dare to risk upsetting the mech and potentially spurring him to squeeze. His always in control temper is almost able to break loose as Whirl antagonizes Max with you in such a vulnerable position, but he settles for broadcasting audio from his thumb's recorder to the camera he spots on the ceiling. All he can do is hope the bots watching are planning a rescue in short order...

·Things go south quickly when Maximus realizes his demands aren't being heeded, and of all those in the room it's you that pays the highest price. His thumb being torn off hardly compares to his agony watching you be held aloft as a warning and squeezed, your hoarse cry of agony wheezing out into a whisper as your bones audibly crack. Max actually seems horrified for a moment, particularly as you cough up crimson, but he doesn't end the ordeal. Clearly guilty but not deterred, he only lays your tiny body on a nearby surface as he returns to his demands. Nothing had ever hurt more than the agonized little coughs you emitted as you lay so perilously still... It had been enough to compel him to try the worst thing one can do in a hostage situation, ask something of the captor, even if it's little more than weak pleading for only your release.

·He has no way to describe how badly he wishes he could tear himself from his bonds, but when the footage of Overlord is projected on the wall and Maximus collapses under the weight of his trauma, he still finds the softness in his spark to lean forth and comfort the weeping giant with an embrace. While he'd hear later there were plans for taking a shot through one of the many windows, the presence of your tiny body had made it impossible, and thus he had the freedom to end the situation on peaceful terms. Fort Max had been gently led to a guarded room for solitary confinement, Whirl had been proffesionally extracted from his impalement, and you had been rushed to the medical bay while he was still being unstuck from the chair... He hadn't even cared about his missing digit when he'd been told you were being taken to a private room for emergency treatment, from which the medics had refused him entry due to the intensity of your injuries.

·When he'd finally seen you afterwards it had almost broken his spark. You had looked so unlike yourself; frail, lifeless, and connected to a number of life saving machines that beeped and hummed to keep you stable. It didn't matter that you'd be fine, the suffering you had endured already and would face while recovering was enough to overwhelm him with guilt, as he blames himself for the whole ordeal. He hadn't seen the potential for Maximus to suffer a break, and hadn't even been able to talk him down, resulting in suffering for you and so many others. Though he's encouraged and comforted by his friends, he keeps a tireless vigil at your bedside until you wake, occasionally brushing a digit against your tiny hand to provide some reassurance that he's here and watching over you.

·When you do wake up, he's the first thing you see, his gentle smile looking down at you while he welcomes you back to the waking world. The guilt behind his lenses is even more apparent than the pain in every part of your body. Initially he's steadfast in denying he has any such inclinations. All he wants to focus on is your recovery, and making certain you're not traumatized by what you've experienced, he says and insists in a way you know is merely half true. Only when you've recovered enough strength to pressure him does he break, expressing his boundless guilt at having failed you in such a high stakes situation, which he shouldn't even have allowed to happen in the first place. Your reassurance that the only one to blame for the ordeal is the mech who tortured Fort Max brings a measure of perspective, but it's the feeling of your hand in his that solidifies the sense of comfort, your total lack of blame allowing him to turn some of his boundless forgiveness inward. You made it, everyone had made it, and the two of you could bask in the wonder of that simple victory together. That was enough for now.

Cyclonus

·It takes a full legion of bots to hold him back when news of the situation reaches him. You'd been near Rung's office when Fortress Maximus had apparently grabbed you in his rush, and he cares little for calm or strategy when the full weight of the situation is explained to him. The only two other bots in there with you are Rung and Whirl, meaning that you're not only without protection, you're in the middle of a powder keg. He's only prevented from overpowering the barricade when a firm reminder gets him to see the need for caution; all Max need do is bat you aside with his hand and you'll die, which makes your survival unlikely in the event of any altercation. Such painful logic reigns him in to a simmering silence. Joining the main team on the bridge, mostly so he won't try another break in, he's left to watch everything play out on the security feed.

·He only has optics for you as he stands silently by. Though his motionless self could be mistaken for a glowering statue, any bot who looked closer would see the rage boiling in his glare, and how his claws twitched every time there was sudden movement on the screen, which was often due to Whirl gesticulating and Maximus pacing with his weapon ready to fire. Like a hawk ready to dive, he keeps track of it all. You're the center of his focus of course, but he needs to be ready the nanosecond you need him, and that means knowing the terrain to plot out potential rescue missions. Ten minutes into the ordeal he already has fifty or so plans to remove you from just as many scenarios that might play out. While he's initially fine letting the commanding officers take control for the sake of a unified front, that quickly ends when he sees that no effort is being made to storm the room in order to ensure there are no casualties, a goal he hardly agrees with.

·For all of his efforts he fails to hide how incredibly worried he is for you in this situation. Though he snaps the instant someone tries to reassure him, declaring that he has no undue concern but merely wants them to consider the delicate nature of organics, he convinces no one. As he watches Rung lose his thumb, his claws dig so deeply into his crossed arms that they bleed. The lack of audio which follows only makes his worrying turn to nauseous panic. Watching your impossibly tiny form sit tensely on a table brings up a deep buried bit of self loathing, an internal voice taunting him for putting his spark on the line for something so weak, but he crushes its efforts by thinking back to the happiness you've given him. You aren't weak, he's seen the strength of your spirit time and again, your body is simply fragile... As if to cruelly make his point, Fort Max picks you up in a sudden rage, holding you aloft as he roars threats none of them can hear before he squeezes.

·The sight simultaneously breaks his spark and flips a switch inside of him. Ultra Magnus himself is an insignificant obstacle as he does what he should have when this whole thing began; run to your rescue. Cries for him to stop go unheeded, and thankfully for the sake of saving time most are smart enough to get out of his way. As fast as he is, the room you're held in is a fair distance from where he was, and thus there's an agonizing amount of limbo he has to endure on the way there. Even through the dull camera feed he could see how you'd spasmed in Maximus's grasp, and the way your face had contorted in absolute agony... It hurt in a way he wasn't ready to comprehend. There's no way for him to know if you're even still alive, but as unthinkable as losing you may be, he's well aware of what will happen if he arrives to find you lifeless behind the blockaded doors. Hopefully for Fort Max it won't come to that.

·There's a sobering dose of bewilderment when he arrives to see the doors opening of their own accord, but that hardly delays him for long, and he barrels forward to discover a hostage situation that's been settled for precious few moments. Ignoring anything and everyone else, he grabs your tiny self and runs, silent as he's informed through comm that Maximus has surrendered and the medics are ready in the medbay. Unable to be grateful at the sight of you so damaged, he holds you closely but gingerly as if he might break you further, willing your ragged breaths to keep coming unaided for just a little longer. One of his last thoughts as he arrives at the medical bay and the medics take you away is how small your body is in his claws, which somehow makes what's been done all the more agonizing. What reason would any member of his species have to hurt something so incapable of fighting back? As he waits in the common area for news of your condition the question almost mocks him with his own history of misdeeds...

·Seeing you after the surgery does nothing to quell his conscience. Though he's told you'll live, it's difficult to restrain the urge to execute violent revenge on your attacker, and only his greater need to ensure your safety prevents him from doing so. The vigil he keeps over you is tireless and appears stoic to others, but when he's certain you're alone his demeanor is soft and caring, his digits gently adjusting your blankets or brushing errant strands of hair from your face as he waits for you to regain your strength. You awaken slowly and peacefully to the sound of a regal baritone singing a soft song in a language you don't recognize. A familiar thumb brushes your face as you open your eyes, the gigantic claw that greets you not intimidating in the slightest as you behold the faintest hint of a smile on a face otherwise wrought with pain. He's barely able to contain his guilt as he relays his ineffectiveness during your capture, but his gratitude to see you alive is equally obvious in the way he relaxes as you lay your hand in his palm. Weak as you may be, you reveal that you were still conscious when he took you to the medical bay, and how his protective grasp around you had allowed you to believe everything would be okay. The news has a profound effect on him. To hear that he brought peace to you even once, in a manner similiar to what you do each and every day, is beyond anything he could ever imagine. It's enough to make him content just to enjoy the simple gratitude of having you back.

Tailgate

·When he's informed that you're being held hostage he nearly has a panic attack, and when the details of who you're with are relayed only his drive to protect you prevents full on fainting. Through his panicking he's able to convince the commanding bots to let him in the crisis room, if only because not knowing what's going on behind the heavy doors simply tears him apart in a way he can't endure. Knowing what you mean to each other, he's allowed in, and his little visor locks onto your image on the screen without hesitation. Nothing beyond your somewhat blurry face exists in his mind. Small hands clasp as they usually would to hold yours, but the emptiness due to your absence makes him feel pain instead of any kind of comfort, something he doesn't know how to process as he watches you with sad intensity.

·From the moment Maximus makes his first demand he's pushing for your rescue and advocating giving whatever Max wants to facilitate your release. Though he knows that isn't possible, the helplessness of being stuck on the sidelines makes him desperate enough to want Rodimus to give it a try. That sense of powerlessness is exacerbated by the sight of you being held up in the giant's fist. He's woken up after six million years to find someone he adores, and he's going to lose them like this, after so little time together? It's not fair to anyone, but especially you! Rage boils over in his spark as the injustice of it all tempts him to consider charging in himself. All you ever did to Fort Max was be nice, and this is what he does in return? Knowing the bot is suffering a psychotic episode does nothing to quell his anger.

·With nothing good happening on the screen, he tries to recall all the happy moments you've enjoyed together to keep himself calm, replaying the fun movie nights and dates at Swerve's that showed him how wonderful life could be... But the strategy does little to help with his traitorous optics constantly flipping back to the video feed. Nothing has changed each time, but he still can't help looking in some desperate hope that Fort Max will realize you are innocent and either let you go or end this entire ordeal. In his frustration he snaps at the commanding bots for not doing something, and their continued lack of action angers him almost as much as their reassurances. Don't they know how important you are to him?! How you made everything better and that losing you might destroy him?! He's on the verge of a kind of furious panic attack when the situation on the screen goes south dramatically fast.

·Being a small bot means he knows how terrifying it is to be grabbed and pinned by larger Cybertronians, but he can't even begin to imagine how afraid you must be when Fort Max swipes you up far more aggressively than before after an argument none of them can hear breaks out. You're endlessly brave as always, resisting the urge to scream despite the fear and pain visible on your expression, but his worrying turns to a near breakdown when you're held up high and squeezed. The spasm that passes through you is so great he can practically hear the crack of your little bones despite the lack of sound coming through. Resisting the urge to be sick, he grabs onto Rodimus and demands that action be taken before he's forced to do something himself, and despite his tiny size his tone is determined enough to give every present bot pause. By convenient timing that moment is concurrent with Rewind finally getting into position and projecting horrifying images of Overlord into the room, debilitating the hulking Autobot and leaving him helpless whilst Rung talks him down. With you lying motionless in the line of fire Rodimus makes the call to quickly but peacefully have security forces take the room.

·Tailgate is tearing down the hallways before anyone can say another word, desperate to see you as soon as he can if there's still time. The distance between the command center and Rung's office means that he takes some time to arrive, and while he's a quivering mess of panic by then it's only made worse when he hears you're already in the medical bay and receiving emergency care, as your injuries are potentially fatal. Between exhaustion and grief he briefly loses consciousness, but when he awakens in the medical bay he has to be kept from leaping off the berth to aid you. Hearing that you've been stabilized gives him some level of peace, but he still pushes to see you as soon as he can, and no number of visitors can distract him from the agony of waiting, leading to him absolutely jumping when he's told he can see you... Though he finds no comfort in finally beholding your broken body on the medical slab. Still, he takes a dutiful place by your side and whispers idle conversation in a tireless watch that breaks only when he's forced into brief naps by sheer exhaustion.

·Your slow return to consciousness is greatly sped up when, in a rather natural gesture, you squeeze the familiar presence in your hand and get a loud squeak of surprise as a result. A blue visor brimming with tears welcomes you back to wakefulness, but the babbling that pours from the minibot is so emotional you hardly catch even a word at first, and your aching ribs make it almost impossible to speak loudly enough to get his attention. Once he finally gathers himself enough to speak clearly and relay the situation, he's despondent about his nonexistent role in your rescue, something you have to reassure him isn't his fault in the slightest. Weakly but with a smile, you reassure him that thinking about him was the only thing that kept you calm. He tears up again, but this time in a kind of relieved happiness, his helm gently leaning forward to nuzzle you with soft buzzes of affection. Knowing he was able to help in some small way... there's still a lot of healing to be done, but he's determined to stand tall by your side through it all, because you've reminded him that he's strong enough to hold others up.

First Aid

·As a medic, he's usually one of the first bots informed when something goes wrong, to get him ready for a potential influx of patients if nothing else. But this time he's contacted because he's an affected party, and his ever present ability to stay calm is put to a whole new kind of test. Though he manages to keep the panic on the inside, it's raging like an inferno in his spark as he's escorted to the crisis room, his imagination keeping him fully stocked on all the potential ways you could be hurt. Considering Maximus grabbed you in a rush to drag you into the situation, it's not at all unlikely you're already injured. Watching the grainy footage of you in the company of your less than ideal fellow hostages has his processor simmering with terrible possibilities. The reports from the medical bay regarding the rampage victims leave little doubt; Maximus is as powerful as he is unhinged.

·His optics are locked on the screen the instant he manages to gather himself. Every movement, every action and once the audio starts coming through every word is analyzed. Between searching for a solution and ensuring you're okay his thoughts are absolutely racing. There has to be a way to get you out safely, and the moment you're freed as you will be he'll need to be ready for any potential injuries. Losing you isn't an option. In the short few months since meeting you he's become so very close to you, closer than he's ever been to anyone, and in that brief amount of time he's already realized he wants to be with you always. You make him feel worthy, which is perhaps why this helplessness is so incredibly agonizing. For the first time since your relationship began he's feeling that certainty of his incompetence once more.

·The pain of his own self depreciation is offset by simmering anger at his commander's inability to resolve the situation. Deep down he's experienced enough to know they can hardly be expected to control a situation so volatile, but that logic hardly has an impact on his passionate need for action. It only gets worse as things in the room deteriorate. Whirl is hardly staying still to prevent further injury from his impalement, and while Rung covers his bleeding hand to prevent further energon loss, the casual way Max ripped off his thumb makes it clear he has no qualms about violence. An unyielding imagination fills his processor with terrible thoughts about what that same strength could do to your tiny body. Grisly images flash before his optics and drive him to try begging for action once more, though it appears too late as you're suddenly snatched up in a gigantic hand.

·The universe stops moving as you're squeezed with what he knows is too much force for your body to safely handle. The lack of sound doesn't stop him from identifying that you've undoubtedly broken bones, and in fact his hyperactive processor is already trying to work out what damage has been done. Crushed ribs, snapped clavicles, perhaps a fractured humerus, and then there were your softer organs and tissues... The blood on your lips as Maximus lays you down on the table makes it clear something important has been injured that needs immediate medical care. Demanding that a rescue be launched for your sake, he's given a rare bit of luck in the form of two minibots on rivet duty. The specifics of the operation are a blur he can't bring himself to care about, even as the gory footage of Overlord covers the wall, as your limp form is all that exists in his perception. Attempts to count your very breaths only end when the situation is reclassified as under control and he's moving before anyone can say another word.

·Immediate communication with the other medics keeps him in the loop, so he knows you've been extracted the moment it happens, and he plots his course to intercept the team that recovered you even before they reach the medical bay. A random bot on the security detail has you cradled in careful but uncertain hands when he arrives, and is more than willing to hand over the tiny body to someone who actually knows what they're doing. First Aid feels his processor split between his medical training and his personal feelings for you, with the former a calculated source of experienced reason and the latter a maelstrom of agonized panic. Though he's more than able to keep the proper half in charge, he's unable to prevent his emotions from tearing into him as he gets you to the medical bay, where Ratchet and Ambulon have already prepared for emergency procedures. His CMO is adamant on his involvement being voluntary, emphasizing that he knows all too well how hard it is to operate on those you care about, and that he can focus on their other patients if this will be too difficult. First Aid replies that he's grateful for the offer but unwilling to choose anything that doesn't mean giving his all to save you.

·Stabilizing you is a team effort only made possible by the research each medic did in advance on your species, and while he's grateful he took the time to prepare for something such as this, he'll never regret anything more than having to use that knowledge. Waiting for you to wake is harder than it's ever been for any of his past patients. As a medic he has work to keep him busy, but he constantly finds excuses to check in on you, and every spare moment is spent by your side. He checks reports, takes his meals, and even rests all at your bedside. By great fortune he's present when you finally wake up, and you've barely opened your eyes by the time he's checking you over. A worried expression is the first thing you comprehend as a gentle voice asks if you have any sedentary pain. Somehow it's a relief to have your worried medbot be the first thing you see, but you quickly put together this isn't just his usual level of concern, and that there's active remorse in his features. Firm insistence is required to get him to confess; for all of his analytical skills, he couldn't think of a way to resolve the situation to save you. It seems to surprise him when you bring up that he's literally one of the bots that saved your life. An attempt to deflect on the grounds that being a medic is just his job is stopped by himself at your look of silent pleading, and he remembers in an instant how much faith you have in him. Even if he doesn't always feel worthy of that admiration, he knows there must be something to it if it's coming from one such as yourself. That simple reaffirming of his abilities lets him focus on the miracle of having you here with him, and he begins gently and lovingly fussing over you as he always does, bringing the smile back to your face that he so adores.

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spymeister · 2 years

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@a-life-revised

Continuing from here.

Jazz and his relationship -he doesn’t know what they are, and isn’t necessarily eager to put a label to it yet, if ever- is something of speculation and.. well. Gossip, he knows. Jazz is an Autobot, and while there are a number of mechs at least willing to speak to him without having a go at him, not a lot of mechs are willing to stay in his hab suite. Or break into it, really, but Megatron knew Jazz was getting in through the vents at this point, after he’d woken with the feeling of optics on him and snatched Jazz out from the ceiling vent before he’d even full come out of recharge.

That had been fun.

Out of everyone, arguably, Jazz had been the most laid back about his presence on the ship, next to Ultra Magnus, who’d only been following the law at that point. And then yes, the Getaway situation had arose, and that had been understandable, if he was honest. Getaway was an MTO, and while his actions were, at the very least, reprehensible, Megatron understood them.

It surprised him, sometimes, that other Autobots disliked him greatly for it. After all- in the end, he’d done it to get rid of Megatron. Everyone else had, in Getaway’s mind, just been collateral.

Except Rodimus- he’d had a personal vendetta against Rodimus which was..

Alright. Sure.

After that, and the issue with Pharma and.. Adaptus? And all the Matrixes (he’s missing something, he feels like he is, it’s at the back of his processor), and then separating from the main timeline (strange to think that the other him, very much likely, had been put to death), all the death threats and what not had.. stopped. For the most part. Not everyone was going to like him, now, if ever, but he’ll settle for civility. But it’s not the civility that throws him for the loop, the occasional ‘hello’ or nod.

It’s the way he’s, sometimes, sought out by mechs who have every reason to not want anything to do with him. Whirl sometimes comes around, makes him do something out of character like have a paintball fight that Magnus makes them clean up. He’s played Hide and Seek with Rodimus. Tailgate, who’d been so ready to shoot him, sits and talks with him, at times. Even Ratchet will gruffly correct his work, when he comes to the medbay.

There are a number of others, and even then..

Odd.

Which brings him to the present situation- Jazz is not dirty by any means, no, but Megatron casts a long glance up and down his frame, and then levels a look at Jazz. It’s not about the way one looks.

“Have you ever been cleaned, detailed and polished? Ever, Jazz? If you dislike the experience, I won’t bring it up, again, but I think you would like it. It’s an incredibly tactile experience.”

He lets his servos drop to his sides for a moment, and then hooks his thumbs into his ‘belt’, rocking back on his heel. “Would you feel better about it if I told you what the entire process was?”

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The smaller mechanism looks up at the taller as he settles with his backstrut against the berth. It’s not that he hasn’t ever been detailed, or doesn’t know what it feels like- it’s more than with everything that’s happened, that sort of luxury has been the furthest on his processor to deal with. Sunstreaker had occasionally helped him with his polish, back when they’d been teamed up together- and he’d always looked his best then.

But then again, despite his temperament- Sunstreaker had always been the ever consummate artist- no matter the canvas.

It’s also that he doesn’t trust Megatron to touch him, considering he prefers the other’s touch to his former Prime’s. He still feels the betrayal hard, hates the way it still squeezes his spark when he thinks about being arrested back on Earth, and watching his own Prime walk away rather than at least talk to him. Watching as he did his best, only to be talked down to and stripped of command.

He hates the way it threatens to still pull him down into that black mire at the back of his processor.

His field wobbles only for a moment til it’s bolstered again- and he offers the other a faint smile.

“S’not that ah don’t like being touched- far from it,” he spreads his own servos in an olive-branch as he talks. “S’jus’ tha’ with everythin’ goin’ on, detailin’ ain’t exactly been high on mah priority tree, y’know?”

One servo reaches up to scratch the back of his neck cables, digging into the sensitive lines there to try to get at an irritant he can’t see. The former miner will be able to see in those minute expressions that cross that friendly face- that Jazz is indeed thinking about it.

Finally, a decision seems to settle itself in his processor- and the tension in his frame just drains out as he gives Megatron a smile that’s a little more genuine.

“A’ight, mech- how ya wanna do this.”

He has a feeling that this isn’t just for his benefit- and that’s what makes him feel better about this decision.

#j a z z [ hireath - a home I don't know anymore ] [ and a peace I can't have ]#m e g a t r o n // a - l i f e - r e v i s e d / r e v i s i t e d #v::once bitten twice shy.

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cybertronian-cupid · 3 years

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💙Valveplug TFP Autobots💙

Panty Snatching Headcanons

Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack

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Ultra Magnus:

Acknowledges the existence of human undergarments and politely declined ever seeing them

If he sees them or not depends on the human situation, but when/if he does he is flustered and actually shields his eyes

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Wheeljack: Scenario

#valveplug #tfp valveplug #tfp ultra magnus #tfp wheeljack #Panty Snatching #valveplug headcanons

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tricky-forest-fae · 4 years

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Specifically, how would the court leaders (Optimus, Megatron, Ultra Magnus and Starscream) react to finding out about reader being practically fat?

I’m assuming you mean fae lol XD

This ask deleted itself over three times. Shitty computer >:/

Summer court

Optimus believes that every person human or fae should get a say in their life and how they live it. He is always just and sides with Fae law accordingly but this time he can't do it. He wants you with him, he wants you safe ALWAYS. But your happiness is important to him and he will always value your say when you make choices. He votes against Fae Law. You may be mostly Fae but you grew up outside of Fae law in the human world. You should be the one making this decision not the Fae Courts.

Spring Court

Elita is unsure at first. On one hand Optimus has a point on the other she really hates Optimus and almost always votes against him unless it would actually cause harm. Her pink claws tap against the table in front of her. Eventually want wins over reason and she votes yes on Fae law. She wants you close and she wants you in the Woods where you can never leave.

Autumn Court

Starscream immediately and eagerly sides with fae law. He loves you and now you get to stay! He knows it’s scary and that’ll you’ll be on edge for awhile but when your ready he’ll gladly be there to support you. After all the fae are your family and they’ll make sure you adjust and learn to love your new life. It sucks you have too leave your old home behind but you belong in the woods! With him and his Trine!

Winter Court

Megatons conflicted. You’re happiness is important to him but you staying. Seeing you everyday again. Knowing that your safe and cared for? He signs as he sides with fae law. He can’t loose you again not after years of waiting and longing for your return. But looking up and seeing your tear filled eyes full of fear he wonders if it's worth it. And if you'll ever forgive any of them.

The courts have made their decision and as they come to welcome you officially into the forest as an official fae you panic. There’s smoke and surprised noises as the leaders stumble around to find saftey. The smoke clears and your gone.

Running as fast as you can tears leaking down your face, they chase you arms and claws out stretched ti snatch your cloak and drag you back. You make it past the boarder and to your home where they can not follow. Everyone realized their flaw in judgement when that Iron gate that kept them separated from you for so many years closes again.

#faeformers #spring court #summer court #winter court #fall court #elita #optimus #megatron #starscream

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littleteatimestories · 5 years

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[MTMTE] Tarn x Reader: A Taste of What Is Left

Warning: light torture, some suggestive sexual themes, not-so-much- explicit content (but it’s there)

A/N: RE-UPLOAD! This was supposed to be uploaded here already, but something went horribly wrong when I tried to edit this in the Tumblr app (The contents suddenly disappeared when I made an attempt to edit the tags). Anyway, here is something that I wrote for MTMTE Tarn. I hope I gave his characters some justice.

Dear @yes-i-write-fanfiction, so, I made a continuation to your “A Taste Of Freedom”. I hope you don’t mind because I’ve only done it. Thank you for writing that fic. It’s a work of art.

Dear Reader, please enjoy the continuation! If you haven’t read the first part, please read it first, though, you may read them separately.

Hope y’all like it! I tried here and I’m sorry if Tarn’s a little… obsessive/possessive/yandere? I kinda like him like that, I guess (?)

I do drabble prompt requests! Check here: 🔖

You awoke in yet another nightmare. Your face was wet once again with tears. You’ve been crying in your sleep ever since you’ve lost your chance for freedom. You didn’t know at that time why you were so weak to even dodge his large mechanical hand. All you did was move hysterically back and whimpered like a lost child.

Now, here you are again. Back to square one. Worst, that pyscho broke your one leg. He said that was only a light punishment. He warned that if you ever pulled a stunt like that again, he’ll break your other leg. All you could ever do was to cry and sob quietly.

You didn’t want to lose hope. But, goddammit, you felt like it’s futile to even attempt to form an escape plan. While brooding, though, you went back to memory lane, to the time when Tarn first laid eyes on you.

*Flashback*

“(Y/n), do not go anywhere! If danger comes, run! Just run! Don’t look back!” Rodimus ordered you.

“But, Captain…!”

“No, (Y/n)! This is the DJD! They’ll kill you the moment they see you! We’ll hold them off until things pacify down.”

The moment Rodimus exited your habsuite was the time everything went into a killing frenzy. You tried your best to hide in the very dark depths of your room just so you won’t get noticed even if they tried to inspect the room. You were trembling a lot and you tried to calm down by hugging yourself. You used to be a trained soldier, but you weren’t sure why you were shaking this much.

You heard voices outside of your habsuite. They were not familiar to you so you knew that could be the DJD. You never met them, but Ultra Magnus clearly explained who this group was and based on your judgment, they were not a friendly bunch to deal with.

A deep silvery voice spoke, “Find (him/her/them). (He’s/She’s/They’re) here. I can feel (his/her/their) presence.”

A gargle of weird words that even your translator couldn’t understand replied. The deep silvery voice chuckled darkly. He seemed to comprehend the words.

“Oh, Vos, you wouldn’t grasp it at all. Just find (him/her/them)! Have The Pet help you in your search.”

And eventually, they found you

*End of Flashback*

At that time, Tarn told you, in all honesty and proudness, that he was obsessed with you. When he found out that the Lost Light had an organic human onboard, he, at first, planned of squashing you with his large and sharp metal hands. While doing more research on you, though, he found out about your private life and dirty little secrets. Oh, how intrigued he was on that to the point he became so aroused that he tended to self-service on the thoughts he could do to you.

So far, all he ever did was to mass displace and just… touch you. He did admit that he likes – no, loves – how soft you are that it’s so addicting. He also self-services himself just for that.

And now that you were being punished for trying to run from him, he not only broke your leg, but he was taking advantage of your vulnerability. There was at one point that he was teasing you that you watched him moan lewdly and ‘overloaded’ himself just by describing what he wanted to do with you. You felt hot yourself at that time, but resisted (thank the gods for that).

Still, hope lingers in you. You will get out of this mess. Your facial expression changed to determination. He may think you were weak because you were small to his race. But, you have your wits. If you outsmart him right, you may be able to get out of here. This time, for sure.

“How is my love faring well?”

Oh, disgusting. You forgot that Tarn is obsessively (and hopelessly) in love with you. He professed, too, that he got used to your presence that he just wanted you to be there always (and forever); even if he had to ‘punish’ you for your misbehaviors.

Before the whole ordeal of almost tasting freedom, you recalled that he mercilessly killed a bot who snatched you away. You were so relieved at that time, but Tarn being the larger and stronger bot, you were back to him again. He frequented his mass displacement and cuddled with you more after that incident for fear someone will take you away again.

“Still angry?” he cooed.

You scoffed. “You broke my leg, a**hole!”

He tutted. “Now, now, (Y/n), choose your words carefully. I love you, but you must also know how to give me respect.” He mass-displaced and stalked towards you. You slid yourself away from him. Even in his mass displacement, he was still taller than you.

“This time, my dear, dear (Y/n), I’ll finally show my love to you.” He hovered on top of you and leaned forward, whispering to your ear, “I want to feel all of you. Inside.”

Your eyes widened. “Please, Tarn, no… PLEASE, NO!!!”

#mtmte tarn x reader #tarn x reader #transformers #Transformers MTMTE #mtmte #lost light #maccadam

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bot-imagines · 5 years

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What if humans could fuse? How do Optimus and the others react to seeing it for the first time? Do they ever get to see the kids fuse? I need answers!!!!

(I’ve been listening to Other Friends and Drift Away on loop for a week now!!! I’m gonna do a scenario with this one because I’m in the mood for short stories! Also, since you didn’t specify, I’m gonna go with TFP!)

What If Humans Could Fuse?

The kids had been excited to have their little “End of the School Year” party for a while now. Miko had been constantly whining about finals, while Jack and Rafael had offered silent reassurances to each other with pats on the back and exchanges of energy drinks and study tips.

But finally, after an agonizing week, all three kids had finished the last of their finals, and were ready to celebrate with a party at the Autobot base. Ultra Magnus had objected to hosting, but Optimus had assured him that it would do the others good to let loose a little bit. When he mentioned boosting moral, Ultra Magnus finally, albeit reluctantly agreed.

Miko had gone all out with decorations, having filled Bulkhead’s cab to the brim with boxes and packages filled with banners, streamers, balloons, and a whole bunch of other colorful decorations. Raf and Bee had gotten a cake and a few other snacks, and Jack had brought a collection of movies for when things winded down later that night.

The bots had actually had fun helping decorate, but everyone was happy when the party finally got underway. Soda and energon was passed around, and soon enough, everyone was having a great time. Optimus wasn’t really one for parties, but he’d stayed at the children’s behest. He found solace in polite conversation with Agent Fowler, Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus.

Rafael was showing Smokescreen how to do the robot, and Bumblebee was mimicking him perfectly. Bulkhead and Wheeljack were arguing over what to play next while Miko shuffled through the movies Jack had brought over, Jack sitting next to her to give his own opinions on each possibility. Arcee just watched from the sidelines with a small smirk, a small cube of energon in her servo.

The last song faded out before another came on. A beat drop sounded out of the speakers, and Miko’s head shot up, her eyes wide before her face split into a huge grin.

“I love this song!” she squealed as she leapt to her feet. She snatched Jack’s hand and pulled him to his feet, grinning at him. “Come on!” She spun on her heel and guided Jack out to an open space to start dancing. Jack laughed at her enthusiasm, but followed along, smiling as she lead him out into the open. Miko turned back to face him, wiggling her brow as she began to sway her hips to the music.

Jack snorted as she began to dance, caught off-guard by her goofy face. He only laughed harder when she started to do a ridiculous dance for the sole purpose of making him laugh even harder. She reached out for his hand then, spinning herself around and tugging on his arm to get him moving as well. Relenting, Jack began to sway as well, the smile never leaving his face. Miko’s own smile grew as she took his other hand and spun around with him, jumping in time with the beat of the music.

Arcee watched on with a feeling of content, happy to see her human partner having a good time. She watched as Miko and Jack spun around and around. Miko let out a joyful whoop as she leaned in and threw her arms around Jack’s neck. Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her into the air.

In a flash of light, Miko and Jack disappeared, their forms melding together before revealing someone - something - entirely new. The stranger spun on their heel, laughing as they wrapped their arms around themself. They slowed to a stop and opened their eyes, revealing that they had a third eye in the middle of their forehead. Black, messy hair fell down their back into a long ponytail, and their clothing was a strange mashup of Jack’s t-shirt and jeans and Miko’s leggings, skirt, and tank top. Their smile slowly faded as they blinked, glancing down at themself. They held up their hands, assessing each hand as their brow furrowed in confusion.

“Oh,” they said quietly. They flexed their hands into fists. “This is…”

Everyone was staring.

Arcee was on her feet, her battle protocols whirring to life as she stared at the stranger in confusion.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack had stopped arguing to gape at the strange new human, Bulkhead’s mouth hanging open while Wheeljack rose a brow.

Bumblebee let out a low buzz of concern and wonder as his optics contracted with surprise. Smokescreen was frozen in the middle of an attempt at the Robot, openly gawking at them. Rafael was also staring, but a slow smile started to curl the corners of his mouth

Optimus could see Ultra Magnus’ posture straighten out of the corner of his eye, his second-in-command no doubt ready to take over the moment he considered this new person to be a threat. Ratchet, on the other hand, was staring with wide optics, spluttering out a confused noise. He himself simply watched as the stranger continued to admire their new appearance, holding out an arm to admire it before looking at something else.

Agent Fowler began to laugh, drawing everyone’s attention. He grinned down at the strange new human. “Looking good, you two,” he called, holding out a thumbs-up for them.

“Wow,” Raf breathed, running over to the stranger, despite Bee’s beep of protest. “You two look great together!” He stopped in front of them and tilted his head up to smile at them. “You’re so tall now!”

As Rafael began to babble on to the stranger, the Autobots slowly began to relax. If both Agent Fowler and Rafael were not concerned, then perhaps there was no danger. Optimus turned to Fowler, pursing his lips in a slight frown. “Agent Fowler, I believe an explanation is needed.”

Fowler chuckled as he met his optic. “You’ve heard of fusion, haven’t you?” Optimus blinked. He’d heard the term in passing. It was something humans did with each other, usually humans they were very close with. It sounded as if it was held in high regards in human culture, but Optimus had never been interested enough to press any of the humans for more information.

“Uh,” Smokescreen pointed at the strange new human. “What - um…” He looked over at Bumblebee. “Is that… Is that normal?” Bumblebee let out a series of beeps as he tilted his head from side to side.

“It’s perfectly normal,” Rafael said, turning towards his guardian. “Fusion’s the ultimate connection between humans! It’s super hard to do, though.” He turned back to the fusion. “Which is why I’m so surprised you two managed to do it accidentally.” His smile widened. “How does it feel, Jack? Miko? Erm… ”

“Mack,” the fusion said, smiling. “I like Mack.” They glanced down at their hands again. “It feels… I-I don’t even know how to describe it. Amazing. Scary. Awesome. Like I’m gonna be sick but in a good way.” A huge smile split across their face as they began to laugh, throwing back their head with unbridled joy.

“Miko?” Bulkhead finally asked, taking a step closer. “Is that really you?”

“It’s both of them,” Raf explained, reaching out to take Mack’s hand. Mack squeezed it back and looked up at the Wrecker.

“Sup, Bulk?” they said, that huge smile never leaving their face. Bulkhead simply stared, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Are you two stuck like that now?” Wheeljack asked, stepping around his friend to get a bit closer. Mack pursed their lips as they tilted their head in thought.

“No, I’m not. I… I think I can stop whenever I want to,” they explained before looking down at themself again. “I’ve never actually… I don’t think Jack or Miko have ever fused before. We’re- I’m something completely new. I think I want to stay like this for a bit.” They beamed up at Wheeljack, and Wheeljack couldn’t help but feel a little happy for them.

Smokescreen and Bumblebee came forward, having finally gotten a hold of their senses again and ready to ask a thousand different questions. Mack only laughed as they tried their best to answer them, slowly swaying from side to side, as if both Jack and Miko were still dancing even now.

Optimus and Ratchet shared a look, and Optimus found himself smiling warmly.

What a fascinating species the humans were.

#tfp scenarios #transformers prime scenarios #tfp imagine #transformers prime imagine #transformers #transformers scenarios #transformers imagine #AU #fusion AU #mack au #human fusion #miko nakadai #jack darby #my imagines

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sleep-swell · 5 years

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MTMTE Swerve X reader {how to be failure 101} chapter 3. Grew up

A human? Swerve couldn't be more excited. Since the moment Rodimus mentioned a human, he couldn't concentrate on what was being said to him. Something about a party, that's what he did hear.

He knew all those things about humans, all those shows will finally pay off. He and the human would get along just fine, if they missed earth, they could go to him to get an earth feeling.

Or not. They could also hate Swerve for assuming he knew everything while actually he was just an amateur. Oooh, how Swerve wished you'd like him.

Because Swerve was one of the only ones knowing about the human, almost everyone got to know the secret soon enough. He just wouldn't stop talking about it. Some even asked him about earth stuff so they could could get bigger chances at being your friend. Offcourse that made Swerve more insecure because the more the others knew, the less of a chance he had with you.

After a while, the bar was ready with a big text.

'Welcome to the Lost Light' it said.

It was almost time for Ultra Magnus to come in with the human. Normally Rodimus would do it, but Magnus didn't trust him with it. Instead, Rodimus waited at the bar, preparing his speech and when he was gonna say 'til all are one'.

Meanwhile, you were still at Rung's office, getting some motivation.

"I really hope this won't cause any problems..." You said.

"Everyone will like you, I promise. Having a human on board will make our journey more exiting."

You missed earth. You missed your friends, the shops, internet. Gosh, you missed the internet. Offcourse, Rung noticed.

"Hey," He began. "If you ever miss home, I advise you to talk with a friend of mine. His name is Swerve, he's a barkeeper and knows anything about earth."

"Thanks Rung," you answered.

Rung smiled at you, happy that at least someone says his name right.

"I advise you to come visit me at least one a week (y/n), being so far from your planet and society can have a huge impact, i really hope to see you more," he said softly.

Just as Ultra Magnus came in, you gave out an answer, "okay."

"(Y/n), it's time to go." Stated Magnus.

You nodded, and hopped down from Rung's table, walking a fast as you could behind Ultra Magnus.

You panted a "How far is it?" Out.

In which he answered, "Not so much, you'll manage."

When you arrived at the door, you had to climb on Ultra Magnus's hand, so he could hide you using his other hand. Rodimus persisted that you should be a surprise reveal, and who was he to ignore orders.

The doors opened, all eyes were fixated on Ultra Magnus, Rodimus jumped up from his seat and stood on a table to get all the attention. Swerve's bar was flooding, and only most knew about your existence.

Still, all this was making Swerve anxious. He shifted his balance from one pede to another, and twirled his thumbs around eachother. His face couldn't decide between smiling like a goof or staying serious.

Rodimus fake coughed, "Everyone, listen. Today is a special and oussem day. Because yesterday, we have found not one, but TWO humans on an attacked space ship." He poused, seeing if all the attention was on him.

"One is heavily injured and might die, but we have things under control. The other one, is totally fine, and is now officially part of our crew. Sadly, all the rest of their crew perished on their ship."

Whispers spread around the bar.

"They are very far from home, and have no way of going back. Please, have a bit of perspective and welcome them as an equal. Until all are one!"

"Without further ado," added Ultra Magnus, "we now present you (y/n) (l/n), the human that is perfectly fine."

He opened his hands, and handed you to Rodimus. He put out his hands so you could stand on them and be seen by everyone.

You looked so nervous and cute, Swerve thought he was dreaming. Finally he could meet a human maybe even befriend them if he were lucky. He was now biting on one of his fingers to keep him from rambling and interrupting.

"Uh..." You spoke.

"Hello everyone, since you already know my name I'll just skip that part... I am really grateful to be able to live here and have a place to stay."

You tried reassuring yourself that everything is fine, when done, you continued.

"I hope we all get along and I'm excited to even be friends with the one who want. I am still a bit in shock, but when I'll get better I am happy to answer any questions asked." You smiled.

When done, Rodimus again shouted, "Til all are one!"

That was the que that the speech was over, and so everyone started talking and trying to ask questions.

Drift tried keeping everyone calm, while Ultra Magnus pushed people away that were getting too close. Rodimus on the other hand, held you up hight so nobody could snatch you away.

He whole place was a chaos, the party had not even begun and Swerve was ordered to close the bar to get some peace.

Only some people were allowed to stay behind, and you got introduced to some others.

"So," you began, "You are Chromedome, you're Rewind, you're Brainstorm, Swerve, Skids, Whirl, Cyclonus, and Tailgate. Damn that's a lot to remember."

"There's a lot more that you'll meet over the time," reminded Skids.

"Who let Whirl stay here again?" Asked Brainstorm.

Whirl his attention switched from you towards Brainstorm. "You wanna fragging go?! Cuz i will mess you up real good!"

Magnus stood up and quickly grabbed a hold on Whirl to set him down, then he explained to Brainstorm that letting Whirl stay was the only way to calm him down. Brainstorm wanted to talk some sense into them, but your chuckle interrupted him, all eyes were on you now.

"Sorry, sorry," you laughed.

Oh how lovely your laugh sounded to Swerve, humans were truely amazing.

"Say (y/n), how's recharging in the same room as Rodimus?" Started Tailgate.

"Ah, it's..." You looked over at Rodimus, still pulling on your sentence. Rodimus was practically sitting on the verge of his chair.

"Great. It's great."

Rodimus his grin got bigger, seems like his ego was getting bigger. While Ultra Magnus shook his head, Tailgate gave out a chuckle.

Suddenly, Cyclonus decided to make his presence clear, "If you don't mind me asking (y/n), how did your life look like on earth?"

Your smile faltered. Since you got here, you never had a chance to look back at your life before the launch into space. Nor on the first ship with your crew had you had the chance to do that. Everyone around you was always a distraction.

Cyclonus seemed to notice your change of attitude. "If it's too personal you don't have to answer. It's okay if you-"

"It's fine. I'm fine. I just didn't get chance to think about it too much."

Everyone listened carefully.

"I.. my life on earth," you started, "Wasn't particularly bad, but also not perfect. I lived on my own in a small apartment, too busy with the internet too find friends, and little on money."

"But I've made it work. I figured things out to find the money I need. And so, here I am." You laughed.

"You came here for money?" Asked Brainstorm, getting a nudge from Chromedome. Glares were shared between both.

"No no, not here specifically. More like send into space with a new gadget."

"You weren't sure you were gonna make it and you took the chance? Not only you but 4 other people too." Asked Rewind.

"They needed one other volunteer."

Whirl butted in, "You just went for a suicide mission for money! That's oussem!"

He got a smack from Ultra Magnus. Then he tried fighting against him but was threatened to leave the room if he didn't behave. Unwilling to leave a chance with a human, he remained... Something like calm.

Deciding to brighten up the mood a bit, you started talking again, "Hey, if it weren't for that, I wouldn't be here now meeting you guys!"

It worked, and it was totally calm again. Until Chromedome spoke again.

"Hey Swerve has been uncharacteristically silent this whole time."

The others decided to join in.

Skids nudged Swerve, "Yeah pal, you've been quiet this whole time. Everything alright?"

"Yeah everything okay there?"

Swerve, who was leaning his head on his hands, put them on his lap, a nervous laugh escaping him.

"Y.. yeah guys. I'm... I'm fine. Just observing. I've never seen a human before, I mean I have but only on screen, never in real life. It's different you know, I mean you're not different, the experience is just different. I'm sorry I'm rambling again aren't I?"

"Good luck with him fleshy, he can talk your ears off asking questions. Won't even give you a chance to answer," said Whirl.

And as fast as Swerve's mood went down, it came up again when you spoke, "I'll be fine, it just means he's excited. That means a lot to me."

You were so nice!! The poor guy couldn't believe what he was seeing! Well... What he was hearing, but that doesn't matter. He was happy.

Suddenly something inside you started to- not hurt but- it was uncomfortable. Not unbearable, easily ignored.

But physical.

It didn't worry you, you've felt plenty of sudden pain in your chest for no reason in the past. Enough to determine that it wasn't anything, say, dangerous.

"Well it's getting rather late. Not like that's bad or anything, since the plan was to just party. But there's no party," said Skids.

Chromedome agreed. You could see how he nodded while looking a Rewind sincerely. "It's best me and Rewind go recharge then, its always good to get some extra sleep."

He took Rewind's hand, and they stood up, taking their leave. "Goodbye (y/n), it was nice meeting you!" Waved Rewind.

Slowly, everyone started to leave too. Rodimus left you behind, since you were having a conversation with Swerve.

And then you were left alone with Swerve. After a while he seemed to notice how you yawned, signaling that you were getting sleepy.

"Okay I think that's enough for today. Do you know where Rodimus's hab-suite is?" He asked.

You shook your head no, because how are you supposed to know where someone else's room is in just one day, and don't even get me started on how big this ship is.

"Do you want me to... Bring you there?" Swerve asked unsure.

He hoped you would say yes. This way you could talk more, get to know eachother. He'll get to know more about you. So when you nodded, he practically jumped from his seat and picked you up.

He was so excited, he forgot to slow down to have the chance to talk with you, and ran immediately towards your and Rodimus's hab-suite. Suddenly realising that he messed up his chance.

"So uh... Will you come to my bar tomorrow? Not that you have to offcourse, it would be just nice to see you again. N-not in a weird way," He asked.

"I'll do my best to come over." You smiled.

Swerve smiled back and slowly put you down on the ground so you could ender your shared room with Rodimus. With one final wave, he left.

And you went to sleep.

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A/n: Sorry for not posting this chapter first and spoiling the story, also sorry for the way this text is written, I copy pasted it from my wattpad. (Whitch is "Polarvera" btw, I always post the chapters there first so you can get a look. Plus its easier to read my story-)

Tags come later I think?

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chokopoppo · 5 years

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i like to answer questions about myself when im sad! so here we go i'm gonna give you some trivia to answer: 1) Favorite Transformers trope? (can be something like "I STARSCREAM NOW LEAD THE DECEPTICONS" or just an episode plot that shows up a lot) 2) What's your favorite candy? 3) Favorite kind of fish? (to eat or own or look at)

ghghghghghg why are we literally the same person. I GOTTA FOCUS. I’M SHIFTING INTO SELF-LOVE MODE

1. okay idk if it’s a trope but the fact that so many of the mechs look literally identical (bc they were originally the same toy with two different paint schemes sold separately to make more money in the 80s) and NO ONE EVER COMMENTS ON IT drives me absolutely wild. Like, in fanfiction, authors will kind of try to explain it or make worldbuilding about it, but in canon it’s just like “ah, ultra magnus! here he is, standing next to optimus prime. why are you laughing". special points to ratchet and ironhide who like, design and character wise, really SHOULDN’T look like each other? one is a bruiser, one is a chilled out medic, but they ALWAYS gotta look the same. can’t switch it up. cyberverse ratchet is fuckin snatched as hell with hoe ass legs? so is ironhide. tfp ironhide is just a square killing machine? good thing ratchet is also that

2. hmmm i don’t really eat candy too much anymore... idk exactly what it is, i just need it in moderation. But! if im gonna treat myself i love those fuckin. reeces sticks. theyre just sticks. reeces gave up, they’re like “look, it’s a kitkat but it’s a PB cup. but it is, very much, just a stick”. or if i can’t do chocolate, those little ummm. chewy watermelon bite things.

3. they aren’t really fish i don’t think but eel is forkin delicious. i avoided it for so long because i was like “ohhh but eel are nastyboys in the water :c” guess what though! theyre soft! theyre tender! they have frightening jaws!

#princefado

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cydraulics · 5 years

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If you’re still doing the OTP quote thing, perhaps Rodimus/Megatron “I can’t… I can’t believe you actually remembered…” ?

Hey thanks for the ask, anon! This took a bit because I just could NOT come up with any ideas. Hope you like :D

Rodimus startled when the door chimed. He looked down sadly at his desk, where the line he’d been carefully carving now ended in a squiggle instead of a neat curve.

Nobody ever came to his hab suite except Drift. And even Drift never came over this late now that he was a happily bonded mech. He hoped to Primus it wasn’t Ultra Magnus on the hunt for that health & safety memo he’d been putting off for a decacycle.

The door chimed again.

“Coming!” He jumped into action, vaulting over his chair and crossing the room in one smooth hop. His hand slapped the control panel on its downswing.

Yeah.

The door slid open to reveal Megatron.

“Megs?” Rodimus reset his optics but the view remained unchanged. “Something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Megatron said, a little too quickly.

Rodimus waited for more: an explanation, an accusation, something. But Megatron only clasped his hands behind his back and cleared his throat, and that’s when his weirdness-meter went straight through the roof.

“May I come in?” Megatron said. His eyes shone, bright and wide-open.

Rodimus blinked.

Nothing about the situation changed appreciably once he stepped aside and let Megatron in. Instead of being large and stiff in the hall, Megatron was large and stiff inside his hab.

"Sorry it's a mess," he offered lamely.

In all the times he’d imagined Megatron here with him, things had never gone down like this. Usually there was a lot less standing around and a lot more hands running up and down his chassis, and— that was a train of thought he needed to head off immediately. Primus, he needed a drink.

“You want something to drink?”

“No, thank you,” said Megatron, shaking his head.

“Good, because I don’t have anything. We could go to Swerve’s—“

“I came to see you,” Megatron interrupted, leaning forward. “Because it’s an anniversary for me, of sorts.”

Megatron stepped closer. His massive frame eclipsed the ceiling light and Rodimus stumbled back a half-step, as though they were dancing the world’s most awkward tango.

"Reflex, sorry," he muttered. "What were you saying?"

Megatron stared down at him, optics dimmer than they'd been a moment ago. His mouth opened and shut again with an audible click, and Rodimus realized with a strange ache in his chest that whatever Megatron had come here for, it couldn't have been an easy thing.

The least he could do was be patient.

“A year ago today you gave me my star," Megatron said finally.

“Star…” Rodimus said, frowning. “Star?”

He watched as Megatron’s hand disappeared into a subspace pocket and drew something out of it.

“What’ve you got there?” He pointed at Megatron's fist. It unfurled like a flower, and in the middle—

A tiny, battered Rodimus star. Cupped in Megatron’s open, outstretched palms, it looked like a holy relic or maybe a sacrificial offering. Rodimus reached across the distance between their frames and took it.

One year ago.

“I can’t…” Rodimus reset his vocalizer, which did nothing for his swimming optics. “I can’t believe you actually remembered…”

Megatron smiled. “Do you remember why you gave it to me?”

As if he would ever forget Megatron’s poisonous glare. Or how he had growled but snatched the star from Rodimus's hand anyway before stomping out of the bridge.

“For abandoning your evil ways,” they said together.

Their eyes met and held, and then they were bursting into helpless laughter, tension gone out of the room as if it had never existed at all.

“Shut up,” Rodimus snickered. “It’s what you deserved.”

“Yes,” Megatron said simply.

He was still smiling.

It took an effort to look away. He examined the star instead, turning it over and over again as if seeing it for the first time, even though he'd given out a hundred stars for a hundred trivial reasons. He traced its jagged, unfamiliar edges with reverence.

There was a history written in the worn metal that no longer gleamed but glowed a warm burnished gold. Each gouge and scrape was a battle that Megatron had fought on behalf of a people who were not his own, to secure the future of a world that wanted nothing of him.

He wanted to hear every one of those stories.

Unasked for, his processor presented him with an image as vivid as one of his fantasies, except it was this—just this—Megatron in his room like he belonged there, their heads bent close in conversation, their frames shaking with laughter.

Overwhelmed, Rodimus offlined his optics. And then something else occurred to him that had his breath catching in his vents all over again.

“A year ago in our timeline but you were gone. You held on to it for—“

“Eight hundred nineteen years, yes.”

“Shut up,” Rodimus said faintly. “And stop finishing my sentences, people are gonna start talking.”

“In the functionist universe, it was my one link to my old life.” Megatron’s voice was pitched low, vibrant with intent. “My best life.”

“Our new life,” Rodimus said.

Slowly, Megatron took another step forward. And this time Rodimus met him halfway.

#megarod #sorry i'm incapable of anything higher than a G-rating #will try harder next time!#just a couple hundred words of mutual awkwardness #I'M STILL DEAD FROM THE RODIMUS STAR SCENE #lost light 25 #ask meme #mywrites #Anonymous

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headcanons-in-disguise · 6 years

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First kiss for mass displaced Rodimus, Drift, and Fort Max with human s/o?

*heavy breathing*

All. This. Fluff.

Rodimus:

Legitly the first thing he did upon mass displacing was gozipping off to find his human.

Just zoomed out of nowhere, snatched them up, and mashed hislips to theirs.

It was not hot, sweet, or even nice.

Just…kinda surprising and quick and awkward.

Like, he didn’t even kiss them long enough for it totranscend beyond the initial ‘oh primus what’s happening?’

And people stared because what the frag just happened inthis public setting. Then the wolf-whistling started.

He just grinned like a huge dork and announced that he andhis significant other were going to the berth and no one was to disturb them.

Ultra Magnus just kinda…tried to breathe calmly.

Drift:

A lot calmer about this than Rodimus ever could be.

He visited his s/o when he knew they were alone.

After the initial surprise of ‘woah, you’re like ten timessmaller’, he went in for the kiss.

10/10 kiss

It started out slow and sweet and then just…gradually gothotter.

If he could make his s/o breathless with his holoform, hesure as hell can in his true body.

Legitly left them flushed and panting.

Fort Max:

Still a Big Boi™ when mass displaced.

Was super nervous about approaching his s/o while massdisplaced. Wasn’t at all sure how they would respond, so he just did it, likeripping off a bandaid.

His s/o was surprised but read his anxiety pretty easily.

They just pressed close, wrapped their arms around him asfar as they could, and said something like “I’ve been wanting to do this”.

Anxieties gone because he made his s/o happy.

The kiss was prefaced with a lot of cuddles.

His s/o didn’t initiate so as not to push him too far out ofhis comfort zone. So, he just worked up the nerve to go for it.

The kiss was very soft and gentle, partially because he wasafraid he might accidentally hurt them.

It didn’t last long, but it was a very good kiss.

It ended up leading to another, and then another, until, finally,he and his s/o were just happily kissing and snuggling without any regard totime.

I will write Fort Max romance all day long. That boi needsmore love.

#rodimus #drift #fort max #fortress maximus #anon #request #headcanons #human s/o #mass displaced

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imagine-the-energon · 6 years

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Data Log #1: Day 0

((Rodimus’s speech was taken from More Than Meets the Eye, Issue #1. I hope you guys like it!))

The arena was… packed to the brim. It would be hard to terminate any threats should one arise, especially… especially assassins. Feeling a hand pressed gently on your struts, you turned to see Rodimus looking at you in concern. “Are you alright friend?”

Doing your best to smile, you nodded your helm, though the grin faded as you turned to the crowd again. “That’s… a lot of Cybertronians in one place. I can barely remember how everything used to be before the war, but I’m sure it… was never this packed.”

“You fear for assassins,” Magnus’s voice rumbled from beside you. “With good reason.” Your tanks felt like it had bad energon in them; you knew he was looking at your sides, the armor there riddled with bullet holes. They had somehow managed to get compact rounds strong enough to tear right through your thick triple-changer armor.

“I doubt they’d try something like that in front of everyone,” Rodimus said, but his optics were still trained to your wielded side. You had an appointment with Ratchet after the speech to get them “beautified” as Drift called it, and then another meeting with Rung before you had to go meet back up with Rodimus to help plan for the ship’s launch tomorrow. “It won’t even take that long. It can’t; Y/N has a medical checkup they need to get to,” he added in a murmur to himself, though you and Ultra Magnus shared a look as Drift came up to the stage.

“Everyone is all settled and ready now!” He said, grinning and seemingly unaware of the tension between the three. “Do you remember your speech?”

“Of course I remember it Drift!” The red and orange mech said, shifting back away from you. You hadn’t even realized he had been so close, and immediately missed the warmth he put out. Cybertronians were inherently cold, what with being made of metal and all, but Rodimus… always put out warmth that made you want to hold him and never let go. Doing a completely human action and clearing your throat from Drift’s knowing, if teasing look, you kept your gaze forward as the Prime started, a hush falling over the crowd.

“How much do you want to bet he forgets and wings it?” You asked Drift, who chuckled.

“He won’t,” he stated, but gave you the side-optic. “How much is in the pot?”

“Seventeen hundred shanix and a couple cubes of Maccadam’s Ultra Grade.” You saw the temptation in his optics and grinned. “I have about 300 riding on he’ll forget.”

“A hundred he won’t,” Drift finally answered. You could feel Magnus’s irritation, but that’s how the mech always was, and the Ultra Grade was both legal and rare.

“Femmes and gentlemechs of Cybertron, I come before you not as a Prime, but as a normal, everyday mech. We have been at peace for decades, from which Cybertron has called you home. After purging the planet’s core, we Autobots found a map…” he trailed off, looking at the crowd and then back to everybot on stage. Recognizing the look in his optic, you wanted to both cry and cheer. “None of this is right,” you heard him murmur. “Let me start over,” he called out, stepping forward and pulling up historical archives. “They say that 12 million years ago on this very spot, the first Cybertronian realized he could change shape. Six million years ago, right here, Nova Prime told the world that he’d built an Ark. Four million years ago, to the day, Optimus Prime stood where I now stand and turned down Megatron’s first and only invitation to surrender! What happens here, tomorrow, will rank alongside those moments. Tomorrow, this patch of land will become a launch pad. Tomorrow, I will board the Lost Light and set off in search of our ancestors.

“They were known as the Knights of Cybertron,” he said in a louder tone as the whispers started. “They’re real; I’m going to find them, and I want all of you to come with me! Bumblebee says it’s your duty to stay here, on a planet you no longer recognize, among people who resent you for the sacrifices you’ve made in their name. I say: you’ve done your duty. The war is over. The day you never thought would come? That’s today! You’ve earned the right to see the universe without a gun in your hand. I will not judge or condone you should you choose to stay on our homeworld. I only ask that you give the Lost Light a chance. The time we will depart at will be broadcasted later. You saw the mech hesitate before giving one last smile. “Farewell.”

He walked off the stage, where you were waiting. “Not bad,” you said.

“Just not bad?”

“It would’ve been better had you remembered the speech, but you got us some Ultra Grade, at least,” you teased, making him grin and shake his head. “I should get to Ratchet before he gets too cranky. Bumblebee was scheduled before me,” you rolled your optics, but didn’t fight as he pulled you into a quick hug.

“See you later?” He asked as you started walking away.

“We have a date already!” You called, freezing slightly at your word choice. Fighting back the energon rush, you raced out of the building.

Settling down on the berth, you winced as Ratchet slammed a mallet into his hands. “Why don’t you just build yourself some new ones already?” You asked as Bumblebee stormed away. The CMO had already talked about joining you and several others on the Lost Light when Rodimus first announced it to you to try and cheer you up from the near assassination attempt. You had a sinking feeling that the whole “travel without a gun in hand” was directed towards you, as you had told him how wonderful it would’ve been to explored without an ion blaster at the ready.

“Because hands like these can’t just be replaced,” he scoffed, turning towards you. “Any problems with your pain receptors or issues with the wielding?” Shaking your helm, you watched curiously as he removed the metal scraps. You had been delusional when Magnus brought you in and missed what exactly the medic had done to save your life. “I saw the speech Rodimus gave. I assume you were there?”

“Yes, I was,” you answered, optics glinting at the sight of the new abdomen plates. “Ratchet, these…”

“You’ve done a lot for everyone Y/N.” He said, quickly reminding you why, when you were stationed on Earth with him, you affectionately called him “gramps”. “No one will probably ever truly know aside from you and Optimus, but I know how much you’ve helped us medics when that bout of Red Rust hit us, and I wanted to give you something in return.”

“I…” energon built up in your optics, making you wipe them away. “Thank you, Ratchet. It means a lot to me.”

“Now just don’t let your mechfriend scratch or dent them just yet; they need to settle,” he continued, and you couldn’t stop the blush in time. “Still no luck confessing then? Tsk, younglings. He likes you back too.”

“Since when were you renamed Rung?” you grumbled, sitting up once he was finished snapping the latches in place. “Thank you, Ratchet. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Rung gave you the same lecture as last time; don’t bottle emotions. Your response was always not as easily said than done with the energon of several thousand on your hands, and it always made you feel bad, because he agreed with you.

Finally, you all but collapsed on the chair in Rodimus’s office, rubbing your optics. “Rough day?” he asked, handing you a cube of medium grade.

“Probably not as rough as yours,” you answered, snatching up his data pad and raising a brow plate at one of the messages. “How many messages like this have you gotten so far?”

“Oh just a few,” he started, but qualed under your sharp look. “Dozen. A few dozen… hundred. A few dozen hundred, ok?”

Venting, you stood as he faced the window, looking at the traffic below. Wrapping your servos around his tanks, you nuzzled his neck struts in a way too over-friendly way, but at this point, you could care less. You were in need of a recharge, and he was in the need of a hug. “They can go fuck off,” you mumbled into one of his shoulder plates, making him shake with laughter.

“And you need recharge,” he said, laughter full in his voice as he turned around and embraced you fully, ducking his helm down to rest it on yours. Your nose-plates nuzzled and you pressed your helm against his more. “We can worry about the details tomorrow when we online,” he murmured, optics half lit and gazing almost… lovingly at you

That couldn’t be right; he was a Prime and you were some… low-life nobody miner turned spy.

Realizing just how close you two were, you stepped away, grabbing your pad you had left behind last time and shaking your helm. “We need to get the details finalized,” you said, spark aching as you noticed his crestfallen expression before he cleared his face.

“Yeah, we should,” he said, sitting down behind his desk. “Where should we start?”

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tfpworkshop · 7 years

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Hope you don't mind another ask from me for your account is amazing. How would the Autobots and Decepticons handle their jealousy?

((Not at all!))

Optimus

He won’t say or do anything but he will stare, and stare and stare at a distance. If you catch him staring he will look away, but three seconds later he will go back to staring. He knows in the back of his processor that he has absolutely nothing to worry about, but he can’t help himself.

Bumblebee

He’ll come over to you and suddenly be super clingy and desperate for attention. ‘No don’t talk to them, talk to me!’ He won’t say this, but that’s the overall vibe that he’ll have. If for whatever reason Bumblebee becomes convinced that the person he’s jealous of is bothering you he’ll snatch you away (if you’re human or Cybertonian), beep at them and take you away.

Bulkhead

He would go quiet and brood in the corner staring at you and whoever he is jealous of. He’ll sort have these puppy dog eyes/optics whenever you look over to him, and you may not necessarily know why. He’ll be quiet for a good time afterward and it will take a good amount of prodding to get him to explain why, though he’ll be embarrassed about it. He won’t be mad at you though, them on the other hand, is a slightly different case.

Ratchet

He’ll become more irritable, more snappy, but that’s about it- save that this is all aimed at the person that he’s jealous towards, and a little bit to you. Let’s just say he acts passive-aggressively in these situations.

Smokescreen

He will become competitive with whoever he’s jealous of, he’ll challenge them to whatever he can and make you the judge so he can 'prove’ to you that he’s better than this other guy (or girl or Cybertonian equivalent). If he wins he’ll be smug and rub it in the other persons face, if he loses he’ll get all sad and depressed.

Wheeljack

He’ll humiliate the person that he’s jealous of with a practical joke before leaving to go out on a mission (and brood). He’ll deny that he was ever jealous and just lie and say that he did the practical joke as a random spontaneous thing that he didn’t put much thought into (but, oh, he did).

Ultra Magnus

Doesn’t really do the whole jealousy thing, at worst he may act more coldly towards the person he is jealous of, but nobody other than you would be able to tell the difference. He has complete faith in you, both that you would do anything with this other person, and that you can handle them if they bother you (or at least ask him for help if you want/need it).

Megatron

It’ll put him in a grumpy mood… well more so than usual. He’ll be generally angry at both you and the person he’s jealous of but probably won’t act on it because it would mean admitting to his jealousy, unless of course, he manages to convince himself that this other person is bothering you, which in that case all of his anger is directed at them ten-fold.

Starscream

Him, jealous of them, that’s preposterous….he’ll crush them when they least expect it. That’s right they’re now on his list of people he is plotting against, right up the top near Megatron, he’s just not going to tell you because you don’t need to worry about such small matters.

Soundwave

Soundwave will be silent about it, but he’ll watch both you and the person he’s jealous of very closely. The scary thing is he can do this on the other side of the ship without either of you noticing. He has faith in you that you don’t have any romantic interest in the other, it’s them that he’s concerned about. He’s watching to make sure that the other doesn’t try anything, and to make sure that they aren’t making you feel uncomfortable. If either happens he’ll mysteriously appear and intimidate the person away from you.

Knock Out

He’ll go into denial, after all, he’s much more handsome than this other person. However, bits and pieces of jealousy will slip through, a snappy comment here, a judgemental comment there. Of course, none of these are aimed at you, but at the person who is delusional enough to think that yOU’RE INTERESTED IN THEM!

Breakdown

He won’t worry about it too much, he’ll just come up to you casually and start a short conversation that makes the other person aware of your relationship with him before moving on, if they try anything they’ll face they’ll get what they deserve.

Dreadwing

He’ll simply observe at first, and allow his jealousy to grow until it becomes a problem, then he’ll take it out on whoever he’s jealous of by either challenging them to a sparring match if their Cybertonian, or scaring them off if they’re human. He won’t feel embarrassed or guilty about it.

Predaking

'Handle’ is certainly not the right word, Predaking is already possessive over you, if he finds himself jealous of someone he’s going to fight them, and it will be very obvious why, and you won’t be able to help the poor soul either, in facts any attempts to do so will almost certainly make things worse for them; as if you say you have no interest in them he will want to get back at them for 'bothering’ you, and if there’s sign that you like them in any way he’s just going to get more jealous.

#transformers prime #transformers #transformers headcannons #transformers/reader #tfp headcannons #optimus prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #ratchet #smokescreen #wheeljack #ultra magnus #megatron #starscream #soundwave #knockout #breakdown #dreadwing #predaking

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