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Phoenix of Kaon
Apparently I'm on a roll here, but today I completed and posted this MegOp origins fic that I started writing in 2020 during the pandemic. Insane that it took me this long to finish it. But if anyone wants to check it out, the link is below! Do beware of the tags though!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Of Redbirds and Full Nests
It took my roughly three years, but I've finally finished this Bayverse! Optimus Prime x Megatron fanfic. Valveplug elements as well as trigger warnings applied to specific chapters. If anyone wants to check it out, here's the link:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Idw soundwave with a powerful mind reader as his S/o, and is very skilled and controlled with their power, losing control in a moment of distresssss?
Soundwave had never seen his love so distraught. They were pacing back and forth in his office, rambling on and on about everything being too loud, too much, won’t stop, never stops. They’re optics were shut tight and the more they paced the more irritated they became.
They’d spiraled rapidly after they barged into his office and demanded that Soundwave listen to them. About what, he still wasn’t sure. He slowly rose from behind his desk and cautiously approached his partner, servos outstretched.
They jolted when he touched their arms and their optics shot open. Frightened, glitching optics met his visor and their lips started to tremble.
“It’s too much,” they whispered, voice broken. “The voices. . .”
Soundwave shushed them and gently pulled their helm down to his shoulder. He rubbed their back soothingly, knowing that sometimes when their walls went down, they lost control of their typically refrained powers and could hear anyone’s thoughts in a mile radius. And they were currently in the heart of Kaon, which meant no shortage of Bots nearby. So he soothed them as best as he could and hoped that his thoughts of comfort and peace reached them above all the noise.
Loved what ya did for my request!! Got another one that I think you'll find interesting. It's Ultra Magnus and Autistic!Male reader but the twist is it's in the perspective of Optimus Prime because he's falling for reader too but possibly is jealous or envious of Magnus despite being the clear headed and peaceful one.
Optimus Prime didn’t notice he was staring. He never did. Miko called it his “Robocop stare.” Ultra Magnus glanced up and caught Optimus’ gaze. Optimus quickly looked away, trying to pretend like he hadn’t been zoned out staring at you and Magnus. Of course he looked foolish and cough red handed.
You were prattling on about something from school, and Optimus had gotten distracted by how raptly Ultra Magnus was listening to you. Like he could listen to you for eons and never bore. Optimus wanted to be the one you opened up to, the one to look at you with all that love and all that admiration. But he wouldn’t be. He never would be.
Optimus’ servos tightened on the edge of the giant monitor that he was reading off of. He glanced down at them, as if startled by their tension. He grit his dentae and shook his helm slightly, trying to shake away the unease and jealousy in his frame. He stole a glance towards you and Magnus but it was you who caught his gaze this time.
You smiled and Optimus’ spark flipped. Primus, how he wanted to see you smile at him all the time. He tried to play it cool and dipped his helm in acknowledgment. Ultra Magnus was staring at him now, a hint of something suspicious in his optics. It felt like he knew everything that Optimus refused to tell even Ratchet, his closest confidant. Shame burbled in Optimus’ spark and he had to leave. To go where, he didn’t know. Anywhere would be better. Anywhere he could hide from you, from Magnus, even from himself.
Im back with my same stories again im so sorry you must be so bored but
Idw optimus with the First ever champion gladiator S/o???
On the anniversary date of his lover’s final fight in the Pits, Optimus returned to a dark and eerily silent flat. His weapons systems booted up as he called out his love’s name. He followed their quiet “in here” to the bedroom. They were still curled up in the bed, just like he left them nine hours ago. Optimus sighed deeply and knelt on the berth next to them, reaching for their shaking servos. He knows they often get flashbacks but this particular day has likely been much worse. He hated that he had to leave for work.
“Darling,” he said, voice gentle and thick with concern. “Look at me.” He cradled their servos against his chassis. “Can you feel my spark?”
They shuttered their optics and nodded. “Tell me about your day,” they whisper.
Optimus smiled softly and tucked his arms around their waist, pulling them loosely against him. He stroked their sides as he recounted his entire day, making sure to spare no detail. Once he finished, he kissed the top of his love’s helm and smiled at their sleeping face, now calm and devoid of stress and fear. All they needed to chase away the pain was him, and that knowledge warmed Optimus’ spark to no end.
headcanons for Tfa Ratchet, Optimus, Blitzwing, and starscream reacting to their cybertronian s/o basically being Jessica Rabbit?
Ratchet: He constantly grumbles about other bots looking at you, but in private he’s proud and even more possessive. He holds you and pours praises over you as he murmurs, “mine.”
Optimus: He gets so flustered when he sees you. Every damn time. Even though you’ve been together for a while. Whenever you’re close, you can be sure he’s going to have a hand on your waist.
Blitzwing: All three of his personalities brag constantly about you, your personality, and your figure. They boast that you’re theirs and if anyone touches you or even looks at you for too long, they’ll die.
Starscream: At first, your stunning beauty and wit intimidate him, but once he’s used to it, he likes to tell everyone that you two are the most gorgeous, intelligent couple to ever exist in all of Cybertron’s history.
Do you remember that ‘Tfp — eyes go red/blue’?
I know that’s not exactly a thing for Mtmte, or at least the colour changes are far more consciously intentional, butttt what if, in rare circumstances, it is possible that one’s optic colour changes by their emotion? (Hence I don’t Know red being so popular for the cons cuz- hatred blah blah blah) sooo…….
Mtmte megatron seeing his s/os eyes go red?
OMG MAYBE ITS THE GLADIATOR S/O!!! Remember them lol? I’ve… made so many requests help lol! 😆 still love you’re writing!
Megatron woke with a jolt, his dormant battle protocols quickly booting up as his optics sweep his quarters. His lover was no longer curled against him in bed, but hunched in a far corner. Their servos clutched their favorite dagger tight to their chest, and they shifted slightly, lifting their helm and looking like a predator about to pounce. Their optics locked onto Megatron and all of the air in him escaped in a whoosh, hot on his lips. All this time, and he had never seen their optics turn such a fiery, troubling red. Not even in the old archival footage of his love in the gladiatorial Pits of Kaon.
Megatron didn’t move a muscle, too horrifically concerned to do much else than whisper their name. They launched forward, and Megatron barely had time to throw his servos up and deflect the knife. Which had been aimed at his spark. As the two grappled, Megatron heard them hissing words at him.
“You’ll never touch me again!” and “I’ll rip your spark out, you sick fragger!”
It broke Megatron’s spark. They had always been cagey about their past and what exactly they’d endured in the Pits, but Megatron was no fool. He used his weight for leverage and rolled their frames over, hauling them both up so he was sitting with his back against the wall and their back pressed against his chassis, his arms keeping them pinned to him.
“Shh, my love,” he rumbled.
He gently pried the knife from their shaking servo as they cursed him vehemently. It crossed his mind that, if not for being handicapped by the dream world, they could have easily offlined him. He wrapped his longer legs around theirs when they started to thrash.
“It’s only a dream,” he said gently, lips right next to their audial. “You are safe, darling. I won’t let anyone else touch you for as long as I am functioning.”
Their frame was still riddled with tension but they’d stopped thrashing. He could still see the red glow cast from their optics reflecting off his arms crossing their chest.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, “Focus on my voice. Feel my arms surrounding you, protecting you. No one can get to you here, my love.”
They sniffed and dropped their helm back onto Megatron’s shoulder, their optics shuttered. He loosened his hold on them and gently rubbed their arms, hoping to chase away the last of the memory fueled nightmare.
“Good. Focus on that and breathe deep for me.”
They did as he said for a moment, and why their opened their optics they were —to Megatron’s great relief— once again crystalline blue.
“I feel you,” they whisper. “I feel you all around me, Megatron. Thank you.”
He smiles fondly and kisses their temple. “You do not need to thank me for loving you.”
What ya wrote was amazing!! Could there be a continuation of the Ultra Magnus x Autistic!Male reader? Maybe in the perspective of how mangus is getting used to the reader and then understood that maybe he did need to be more cautious and respectful towards humans. Plus, maybe something more where he is trying to understand what he feels towards reader?
Ultra Magnus had never been terribly fond of organic species, let alone go out of his way to interact with them. But after Optimus’ thorough reprimanding for Magnus’ previous careless behavior, he started to —begrudgingly at first— choose to interact with you. He never outright apologized and probably never will. You are assigned to be Ultra Magnus’ charge after a couple of days. He only gripes about it a little. Being around you so much more urges Magnus to pay attention to you, especially your safety.
When, on a patrol drive together, Magnus’ alt mode is sideswiped by a row of Vehicons, you end up with a broken wrist and concussion. Ultra Magnus wasn’t scared —he’d seen far worse wounds— but he was extremely concerned. From that moment on, he handled you with utmost care and as much gentleness as he could muster. Now he finds himself constantly stressing over your safety. Miko says he’s “mother-henning” again.
The term makes him scoff, but it also raises a perplexing question. What is this warmth in his spark when you smile at him and assure him you’re safe?
Hello, I don't know if you are accepting orders. I would like to know if you can do the reaction of the Decepticons (Megatron, Overlord, Tarn and Soundwave) to the cybertronian cannibal s/o femme? Does she feed on other Cybertronians and wear a muzzle? (the s/o was also a gladiator).
Megatron: Even for him, cannibalism crosses a line. He loves his darling sweetspark, but to condone the consumption of their own species after centuries of a war fighting for the preservation of their kind and equality among them? Megatron hates every second of it, but he puts the custom made muzzle on her himself. He knows that this. . . addiction. . . of hers spawned from decades of living in the Pits of Kaon, scrounging for scraps as a starving gladiator. The only way she could feasibly have survived was by consuming the sparks and energon of weaker gladiators. It began out of necessity, but continued in the most potent venom that is hatred. Megatron vows to cure her of this affliction, even though the process might crush his spark.
Overlord: The first time he witnesses his lover girl —as he likes to call her— consume another Cybertronian, the only thought that plays over and over in his mind is: HOT. When he kisses her afterwards and tastes the poor bastard’s energon lingering on her lips, he knows this is the femme for him. “Holy hell” gets added to the “hot” loop.
Tarn: He finds his lover's tastes intriguing and useful as well. He likes to bring her the captured mechs and femmes from the DJD’s list of targets. Even during long dry spells between victims, Tarn keeps her well fed. His sweetspark will never go hungry again. Soundwave: If he weren’t aware of her harrowing past and the reason she started this in the first place, he would think she was a monster. But love supersedes all. He turns a blind eye when she feeds, although his spark twists in his chassis every time she does. But he cherishes her all the same.
hello!!! Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could ask what Optimus Prime and Megatron's (Tfp) reactions would be when they found out that a Human will remain at the Autobot base at the request of Agent Flower for their safety, as it is a recently completed project called Project G which has the power to grant one wish per person, it can change from human form to the form of a mirror (a small mirror that human girls always hold in their hands) it can also evaporate into a shiny sand much like glitterHow would Optimus react knowing that this important project would be with the Autobots for some time? and how would Megatron react upon learning this information?
Optimus: He had never before doubted the validity of Agent Fowler’s words as much as he did when the agent explained “Project G.” Optimus hardly believed it even when Fowler introduced him to his newest charge and they did exactly what Fowler had claimed. However, Fowler was tight lipped and refused to answer any of Optimus’ extensive questions regarding the project. Only after Fowler left did Optimus directly interact with the human “project.” He asked them if they had a real name, and encouraged them to make themself at home in the base, and to never be afraid to ask for anything. He emphasized that they will be treated as a human, not a “project.” Even with their exceptional abilities, he fears the morality of the procedures required to give them. Especially with how caged Fowler had been. Megatron: When he found out about Optimus’ new pet human, he was intrigued to say the least. Obsessed to say the worst. He needed to see this “Project G” in action. He needed that one wish. But what he’d actually ask for kept him up at night. Would it be simple: Optimus Prime’s head on a plate? Or perhaps something that would come with its own intricate and complex set of problems: Revive Cybertron? Unfortunately for him, the Autobots seemed to be keeping this particular human under thirteen layers of lock and key. Now the question becomes: Will Megatron ever get his wish?
If it’s ok with you, could you do some IDW Optimus hcs with an s/o who is stronger than he is?
It’s rare for him to feel small, let alone weak in comparison to his lovers. So it shocks him when you turn out to be stronger than him. You hid it for a long time, but when you finally let some of your strength show, it thrills him. For once, he doesn’t feel the all encompassing need to protect one of his lovers.
He has to get used to you doing all the heavy lifting in the relationship. But, by Primus, does he love it when you casually use your superior strength.
Even though you’re stronger, he still insists on helping you with trivial things he knows you can handle on your own. It’s in his nature to help. After all, he believes he is only as good as he is useful.
He feels a bit embarrassed about it, but he constantly craves your bear hugs. They make him feel protected and cherished; feelings he’s rarely experienced in his lengthy existence.
Slight SLIGHT crack hear canons for IDW (LL for most if the bots) ‘reacting’ to their s/o basically being idws Jessica Rabbit?
Bots: Prowl! Optimus, Perceptor, and ratchet?
Just like, this hella attractive but clever mech being the hottest thing since the big bang
Prowl: Bots ask him all the time how he managed to get someone like you to love him. Honestly, even he isn’t sure. But, by Primus, does he love you dearly. He still gets jealous when literally everyone stares at you so openly, but you love to quell his jealousy with a passionate kiss that leaves him more embarrassed than anything. You always seem to know how to remind him of where he stands in your eyes.
Optimus: Once he figures out that he can literally encircle your entire waist with one servo, he never stops doing it. If you are next to him, that’s exactly where his hand will be. He finds the duality of your nearly biologically unconfounded frame and your spitfire, quick witted nature to be the balm to his war weary spark.
Perceptor: He may or may not have done studies on the size and placement of your internal components. That was before you started dating. He still doesn’t understand it. He likes to rub your waist in idle moments, like he’s still trying to figure it out. You tease him and say you’re just a freak of nature because he reacts the same every time. By pulling you close and vehemently disagreeing, even though he knows you’re messing with him.
Ratchet: Although he refers to you as both the bane and joy of his existence, he’s not sure he could function a day without you. Of course, to anyone who asks, he blames that on his frail old spark. He loves you endlessly, but that doesn’t stop him from doubting why you would choose him. An otherworldly attractive bot and you settled for a slowly malfunctioning old rust bucket of a medic? It’s unheard of. After extensive reassuring, he begrudgingly accepts that you love him regardless. Constantly likes to boast that he can hold his whole world in one servo.
🙏🙏🙏
Tfa sentinel,
I refuse to believe he got onto the elite guard without being a good fighter, so can I PLEASE have something we're team prime sees sentinel really love up to his name as both a Sentinel and a Prime by defending his (if it comes up male) S/O against say Bliztwing or some sort of ‘big’ danger Con? Please?
Optimus had told Sentinel, time and again, that it was too dangerous to face even one of Megatron’s generals alone. What Optimus hadn’t considered was what might happen if Sentinel’s significant other were to be direly threatened by one of said generals. Optimus and his team were caught, stuck rescuing civilians from a burning building. But Sentinel forged ahead, and all Optimus could do was watch in captured glimpses as he helped the humans.
Sentinel and Blitzwing clashed with a fury that matched no fight like Optimus had ever witnessed. In all his rage, Sentinel still moved swifter and with more lethality than just a normal mech. This was not the young, scared, naive Sentinel whom Optimus had attended the Academy with. This was a force to be reckoned with. This was the power of a Prime and an Eliteguardsman.
Optimus had forgotten, in his shock and awe, what he was supposed to be doing. As had the rest of his team. Even Bumblebee was at a loss for words. And once the fight was over, and Blitzwing lay in a mangled heap, and Sentinel scooped his lover into his arms, it was as if a new mech stood before them all. Or rather, Optimus saw the mech for who he never believed he could be, yet truly was. Sentinel Prime: An exceptional mech worthy of an exceptional title and the respect that comes with it.
Hello. Can I request some dating headcanons for bayverse Brawl?
Brawl might be a ruthless Bot killer, but he is no less passionate in relationships.
He’s not exactly known for his gentle, loving nature, but with you he finds his desire for destruction rewired into an undeniable desire to protect and destroy anything or one that threatens you.
He treats you like something to be treasure, and although he can forget himself and be a bit too rough at times, he would cut off his right servo if it ever hurt you, and rip out his own processor if even a glimmer of a thought crossed it to harm you.
Ride or die all the way, baby.
100% would abandon Megatron, the Decepticons, even Cybertron, if you asked him to. No matter how long you’ve been dating, from Day 1 he’s been prepared to give you the world and his spark along with it.
Going wayyyy back to the first caption gladiator s/o, can I request that same s/o being forced to resort to their gladiatorial combat and absolutely demolishing the opponent (maybe someone if the DJD?) and megatron being in awe and then finally having it CLICK that his s/o is not just the FIRST champion, but THE champion? The horror of the pits, the scourge of kaon, the lord of gladiators?
The DJD had found them again. Megatron had feared as much. Even with the combined force of every bot aboard the Lost Light, their chances of victory were slim. But there was nothing left to do except fight. Megatron had practically begged his lover to stay behind, to protect the ship and those who could not defend themselves, but they had refused. Vehemently. Although neither of them desired battle or bloodshed, they would force themselves into action, knowing damn well that they were the most powerful duo among the crew. The two fought side by side, managing to down Tesarus.
Megatron’s old war frame buzzed with adrenaline and his engine turned over loudly as he lifted a battered servo to rest it on his lover’s heaving shoulders. They gave him a weary smile and opened their mouth to speak, but a gunshot drowned them out. Megatron lurched from the force of the blast, optics blown wide in pain. He looked down to find a gaping hole through his waist. As he collapsed, he caught sight of Tarn stalking towards them, blaster smoking.
Megatron’s lover let out a strangled, anguished cry and charged at Tarn. They attacked with a frenzied fury, and Megatron had never seen them move so fast and light. As Ratchet rushed over to tend to him, he watched in both awe and concern as his lover let loose. They fought like legends of old were said to have fought; wild yet precise, quick yet powerful. Megatron thought he knew his lover. They were one of the first champion gladiators of the Pits. But the more he watched them, the clearer it became that even Tarn was no match for their completely unleashed skill and power, and the more Megatron came to realize that his lover wasn’t just one of the first champions. They were THE Champion Gladiator. The one legends were written about. The horror of the Pits. The scourge of Kaon. The lord of the gladiators. And that knowledge made his spark ache for them even more.
In what felt like mere moments, Megatron’s lover was standing over Tarn’s warm, twitching corpse, his spark in their servo. They’re covered in his energon, and the look in their optics was absolutely feral. They crushed Tarn’s spark and dropped it atop his cooling frame.
Megatron called out to them, and when they spotted him and ran over, they shoved Ratchet aside despite the old medic’s protests. Their frame clicked and whirred loudly and their bloodied servos trembled when they touched Megatron’s undamaged side.
He saw the darkness and the panic battling in their expression and lifted a servo to gently cup their face. They turned wild optics on him and it broke his spark to see this version of them —this version that they constantly told him they were terrified of— like a thick film covering their usually kind and warm optics.
“Come back to me, my love,” Megatron rumbled, voice rougher than usual from pain.
They shuttered their optics and leaned into his touch as they struggled to smother their old gladiator mindset. When they opened them again, there were tears beading on the rims.
Megatron pulled them against his chassis even though it hurt. “You did good, love,” he murmured. “But the fight’s over and I need you to focus back on us, on the present.” He kissed the crest of their helm adoringly. “You’re safe now,” he added. He didn’t mean from the current fight, nor from the tumultuous universe that surrounds them day and night. He meant only that they were safe from the Pits, safe from starvation and bloodsport. Safe from the past, but never the future.
