Okay okay, I don't know how willing you are to hear me out, but please do.
This is not an oc, just something that struck me.
Super pure ex autobot reader and stunticons?
Like church on Sundays at five am virgin BAERLY transforms into alt mode because "that's primus sacrifice" all that church smack talk about purity and the sacrifice of god.
And reader just got out of all of that and joined the stunticons out of PURE envy, like, reader saw them and holy shit!! They are having so muchhhhh funnnnnnn, so now reader is sticking around to them.
oh I'm listening, and have an idea! >:)
Stunticons X Ex-autobot!Reader
Tw: Motormaster, reader does get hurt (not terribly)
Being an Autobot, many thought it was easy. You disagreed... Heavily. Perhaps it was just the sub-faction you were part of, maybe more. Your sub-faction leader, you never bothered to learn their designation, preached that transforming was wrong! Even though they didn't even follow their own teaching, countless times have you caught them in their alt mode. The anger that burned in your spark was strong, which left you often storming off, to clear your processor.
That's when you saw them, the Stunticons. A group of Decepticons, a group you shouldn't even be remotely interested in, but they didn't care about the act of transforming. The way they did it seamlessly, put you in awe, left you watching them destroy, as they leaped into the air, transformed, and left a huge dust cloud behind as they sped around. That's when your first act of disobedience happened.
Made sure you had room, and braced your frame. Tried to will yourself to transform, yet the fear that made your plating clamp down prevented it. Cursed yourself and tried to ease your own frame, took your time. WOW! You were... You were a car! YAHOO! You transformed back into root mode then alt once more; alt to root! Again and again. Felt good, felt... right! Made for this, and denied that right!
Your second act of disobedience, your little sub-faction had schedules that had to be followed, strictly. You decided to no longer follow that stupid routine at all. Snuck out and rush to where you saw the Stunticons the other day. They weren't there... You frowned, but then an idea pinged in your helm. Carefully you moved out from your hidden spot, and glanced around. Definitely not there. Your idea, a go!
Transformed and sped down, and drifted around. Tried to get used to the wheels of your alt. Definitely a bit tricky, yet the only way to learn is to do it! So much fun, yes! Did a donut, then drove and leaped off a ramp, transformed mid air and landed, wobbled a bit, but kept your balance. The sound of a clap caught your attention and immediately you whipped around.
"Look at that! An Autobot, finally letting loose," The yellow one of the group called out with a scoff.
Third act of disobedience... You willingly talked with Decepticons. The impurest of bots; never to be talked to or you lose everything you once knew. That's what your commander claimed at least.
"Uh, hey! I didn't mean to intrude, or anything," you took steps back, ready to bolt.
"Intrude; more like invaded!" A deep growl echoed from the largest, as he stormed up to you.
Before you could get the chance to run, he grabbed you by the helm. You screeched and kicked your pedes. Try to free yourself, but it wasn't possible in this much stronger bot's grasp. His digits dug in, and dented your helm. Ow ow ow!
"Wait a moment." the ones whose faceplate was entirely covered piped up. "Shouldn't we bring them back as a prisoner? They could have information Megatron–"
"Hah! And lose the chance to have a new punching bag for a bit. No way, Dead End, this autobot gotta learn their place!" The one who shared a similar paint job to Dead End spoke up with a crazed smile.
"Wait, wait! Listen to me please," Your pleas ignored as you got slammed down into the ground.
"You all, shut up!" The largest one growled at the group behind him.
You groaned, and felt your frame ache all over. The blue and white one, watched as his brethren broke into a shouting match with each other. He then looked at you, yellow optics held a bit of what was that? Pity, maybe curiosity? He walked over and gently lifted you up. Immediately caught his boss's attention which got a deep engine growled out.
"Breakdown, what do you think you're doing!"
He froze and his plating clamped down.
"Can you listen to me please." you looked up at him, then to all of them. "I don't want to be an autobot anymore,"
All the Stunticons paused and immediately looked at you, shocked in their expression.
"Should we, let them hang around... Motormaster," Breakdown hesitantly spoke, as he met his boss's optics.
You repeated the names you've heard under your vents, before you offered the most pleading smile you could muster. The red optics narrowed, before he inhaled and vented aggressively, and then waved servo angrily.
"Fine!" Motormaster growled then bent down to be in your face. "Yet the moment you turn against us, I'm having your spark!"
