This is a side blog, dedicated to writing (mostly) yandere/reader characters.
> Usually posting 2 times a week. [I'm a slow writer and I live in Ukraine, so being here is pretty dangerous, not to mention there are times where I have no electricity for hours.]
> I don't check who interacts with me, but if you're a minor or an anti, please block me.
> Right now I mostly write for Transformers. I can write for characters from: TF G1, Transformers One, Rescue Bots, TF Robots in Disguise (2015), War for Cybertron [Netflix], Transformers Earthspark, Bayverse, Knightverse, TF Animated, Transformers Prime. [I will add other shows when I rewatch them. I'm not sure if I will write for IDW chars because I haven't read all the comics and I don't want to make any mistakes in portraying characters or the story.]
> Asks/Requests: Currently closed! [I think I'll open them in December after my exams.]
> NSFW/SFW asks/requests are fine. I don't mind you writing whatever you want. Thoughts, requests, questions, etc., be free.
I have boundaries with writing for movies/shows with real people involved. I won't write real life actor/reader and stuff. I'm mainly talking about The Umbrella Academy, so with a characters like Number Five I won't write anything NSFW.
The collection of my work below.
Masterlist:
Five Hargreeves
Yandere! Five x Manipulative!Reader or "Yandere!Five meets the person who reminds him of Reginald".
pt.1
pt.2
pt.3
pt.4
pt.5
pt.6
Yandere!Five x Naïve!Reader
Yandere!Five x reader x Yandere!Viktor
Yandere!Five x Yandere!Reader
Yandere!Five x Reader
Yandere!Five x (Yandere?)Reader
Yandere!Five x (Smart?)Reader
Yandere!Five x Civilian!Reader
Yandere!Five x Reader (platonic) hcs
Yandere!Five/Reader
Viktor Hargreeves
Yandere!Viktor Hargreeves (White Violin) x Reader
Yandere Five x Reader x Yandere!Viktor
Diego Hargreeves
Yandere!Diego headcanons.
Yandere!Diego kidnapping u hc.
Yandere Marvel:
Miguel O'Hara
Papa!Miguel x reader x 928B! Miguel (short thoughts)
This is gonna be a silly ask, but i wanted to hear from an Ukrainian's opinion on this in order not to make a mistake.
I'm working on a story and the said story contains a community that based on Slavic people,heavily based on Ukrainians and Russians (like this community speaks a language mixture of Russian and Ukrainian/uses the names,surnames that both Russians and Ukrainians use) would it be offensive considering the ongoing events between Russia and Ukraine??
Interesting question! I don’t know how much Ukrainian culture influences your story, but I’ll try to give you all the necessary information.
You mentioned that this community speaks a mix of Ukrainian and Russian. There is a real term for this called surzhyk. The blending of Ukrainian and Russian languages in Ukraine is known as surzhyk. It’s an informal speech variety, and its existence is closely tied to Russia’s colonial past. If you look at linguistic maps of Ukraine, you’ll notice that Russian and surzhyk are used more frequently in regions bordering Russia.
I live in a region of Ukraine where Russian is predominantly spoken, and my surname is also considered Russian. So, the mere fact that Ukrainians who speak a mix of the two languages and have surnames more common in Russia exist is not offensive. Unfortunately, Russia's influence on our history is something that cannot be avoided.
Try studying other Slavic cultures as well. Yes, Russia will always be the most well-known Slavic country, but that’s part of the problem. For many who don’t know much about history, heavy inspiration from Russia often erases representation of other Slavic nations (for example, many people associate Cyrillic script exclusively with Russia, even though it’s used by many different countries).
Avoid the mistaken belief that Russian and Ukrainian cultures are the same. Many people consider Ukrainians and Russians to be "brothers," but no matter how often this claim is repeated, these two nations have always had a hostile relationship. You can look into the process of Russification, the suppression of the Ukrainian language, and attempts to eradicate the Ukrainian people (such as the Holodomor famine of 1932-1933).
↑ This applies not only to Ukraine and Russia. I wouldn’t recommend doing the same with other Slavic countries either. For example, Belarus, despite being Russia’s ally today, is also under a dictatorship, and modern Belarusian culture has been heavily Russified.
Maybe you should try being inspired by our language rather than directly mixing Ukrainian with Russian. But if you do mix them, make sure to explain how it happened (for example, through Russian occupation of Ukraine).
Right now, Ukraine and its people are fighting for their right to exist as an independent country—Ukraine as a separate nation, not as "Little Russia," as Russian propagandists try to claim. The idea that Russia and Ukraine are "one people" is a narrative often used by the Russian government to justify their attempts to occupy and kill more Ukrainians.
I’d recommend using as few references to Russian culture as possible and researching everything thoroughly. Many things considered "Russia’s cultural heritage" were actually stolen from other cultures.
Don't be afraid to make some mistakes or ask questions (they're not silly at all). In fact, many Ukrainians love seeing representations that remind them of our country. Even if you run into difficulties or questions, many people would be happy to help or correct you if needed. In a way, I encourage you not to be afraid of studying Ukraine.
As long as you don’t mix us with Russians and understand the harmful influence Russia has had on Ukraine (and many others, like Chechnya, Georgia), there’s no issue with it.
There are so many beautiful and interesting countries that also deserve more recognition! (I really want to visit Poland one day and genuinely want to learn their language because it sounds so nice, haha) I just feel like Russia is overused and glorified because most people don’t know what it’s like to live near that country, or inside it. It’s not as "aesthetic" as some might imagine.
I hope I answered your question. Wish you good luck and lots of inspiration for your story! 🫂
OH I JUST SAY YOUR REQUEST WERE CLOSED I AM SO SORRY I SHOULD HAVE READ PROPERLY-
JUST DELETE MINE AND THIS ONE IF YOU WANT (THE AIRACHNID ONE)
ALSO, I GENUINELY HOPE YOU’RE DOING OK AND KEEPING SAFE
that is fine, haha, don't worry! I keep getting requests from time to time, so it's not a big deal to me.
I keep them closed because I am slow at writing so it takes some time for me to finish something before starting another story. but there's a lot of interesting suggestions, so why not? I probably should change the sign and make some corrections.
in short words: thank you for visiting my blog and for your kind words! it will take some time for me to get to your request but eventually I'll do it xd
volodymyr zelenskyy is the strongest man alive for sitting through this utter bullshit without swearing or punching the fuckers or angry crying. fuck trump and fuck everyone who did not vote for harris and fuck russia.
like i can’t even read this bit of news without feeling humiliated and i’m not even fucking there.
i am terrified that i will have to sit back and watch the loss of ukraine in front of my eyes.
Hi hi, I have a request, it's a TF one nsfw, I thought a Orion x Femme reader x D-16
I came up with maybe they're off the mining shift and Orion is with reader in a storage closet and they fragging and D-16 walks in looking for Orion or idk 😭and Orion offers him to join and they ravage reader
How many times have you been in this situation? Hiding in the cramped space of the storage room, nothing but drilling tools in this place...along with you.
Your back hurts so awfully, the lingering sensation down your spine making your circuits whine. After hours of long, hard shifts in the depths of the mines, this is quite the familiar state of every bot you know. Usually, you'd have been lying in the tiny recharge slab that you had a long time ago, but at least you'd get some time off before you'd have to repeat the day's cycle from the beginning in the early morning.
As Orion presses you against the wall, a light, almost barely audible exhale leaves your lips. The bright optics lose their usual light for only a moment. You instinctively arch your back, and the servo wraps itself neatly around your partner's neck.
You definitely need to stop giving in to him. He may not care that he's at the bottom of the promotion list for the umpteenth time, but you definitely don't want to repeat his fate!
That's why you, as an honorable and responsible worker, are definitely not going to give in to your less rational blue-and-red companion, and.... so now you let him get on with it.
Orion's servo rests gently on your waist, slowly sliding down every tiny detail of your back until it finally stops on the smooth surface of the aft.
It is so hard to keep himself away from you all day long, constantly listening to Darkwing's complaints or rude comments. There aren't many things in the life of an ordinary miner that can bring him as much pleasure as being with you. Surely, there were occasional sneaking out into the archives, some arcade game sessions with his best friend, but can all of that really compare to being so close to the one person you cherish so much?
Supporting your weight with his own, strong servos, Orion pressed you only closer to himself, nestling between your thighs, as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
Better, much, much better now.
That cocky little smirk always plastered on his faceplate. Whenever you two are together, there is rarely a moment where he actually tries to act serious around you. It takes a soothing effect on you in some way. Smiling and happy with life, as if you have hope for some bright future in this world.
Noticing your silence, Orion presses his lips lightly against your neck, the contrast of the colder metal against yours, more heated, creating a contrast between the two temperatures. So unfair...! He's barely coaxed you away to finally be alone together, and you're not giving him any attention he wants at all!
You notice those big blue optics looking at you from down below; your lower lip pulled forward, forming that familiar, unsatisfied face. Yes, you've remembered the reason why it's always so hard for you to tell him no. You roll your eyes demonstratively.
“You should cheer up a little,” Orion murmurs against your neck, peppering small kisses down your sensitive throat. “How often do we get to spend time like this?”
You tilt your head to the side only slightly in response, raising your optical ridge as your lips were pressed in a thin line. Is he serious now?
For a brief moment, Orion flaps his optics silently, the awkward pause between you causing him to smile awkwardly. “Okay, often, but my point still stands!”
Quietly tsking your tongue, your servo reaches down to grab his chin and pull him closer, initiating a kiss. In response, your mr-since-the-last-accident only gives a quiet moan. Trying to relieve the uncomfortable, tight knot down below, feeling his spike pressing against the interface panel, Orion squeezes your hips harder, angling you to grind your own interface panel against his.
His breath hitches, forcing you to break the kiss for a moment. Hips involuntarily canting forward into your touch, trying to coax out a response out of you. This was wrong; you knew it was wrong, probably not the best idea, especially doing it here...but it felt too good to stop.
Your hushed sighs, a soft ‘Orion...!’ music to his audials. If only you could see yourself from the other side. To see how sweetly you try not to make a noise, shivering in his tight embrace, maybe you would finally understand the motive behind his actions.
Crammed into the corner of the room where you were hiding, was the perfect place to finally get his way with you. The one servo on your hip neatly goes up, the rough metal pads of his fingers circle around the middle of your interface panel.
Slumped back against the wall, your metal frame shuddering with the pleasurable ripples of arousal coursing through your inner mechanisms. He tries so hard, always making sure you're really ready and genuinely enjoying every second of your time together. Lightly arching your back into his touch, without too much effort, your interface panel opens.
He can feel your chassis squirming against his own, and it takes every ounce of his willpower not to just take you then and there. But he resists the urge, wanting to make sure you're both fully satisfied before he loses himself completely.
Slowly, he slips two digits inside your valve, already dripping wet, making a honey looking mess between your thighs. You can tell how Orion's optics are already glued to the view, tongue licking the inside of his teeth, already anticipating himself, with his glossa cleaning every inch of you.
The quiet gasp escapes you as Orion's digits find that special spot inside you, drawing more of the sweet huffs of the hot air. He slips a single more finger, feeling the inner walls of your valve fluttering around his digits.
You gently squeeze Orion's shoulder, trying to control your own voice. You almost instinctively move your hips forward to his touch, meeting each thrust of his fingers inside you.
After a brief wait, Orion slowly pulls his fingers out. The optics are confined to his own fingertips, rubbing them one against the other before he slides them into his mouth, tasting you.
Another, quiet, but this time more demanding whimper escapes from you, causing Orion to momentarily pull away from his little moment of fantasy. A light, light blue pollen forming blush appears on his face after the brief realization that you are watching him.
“Yes- right, sorry,” Orion smiles awkwardly, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. So distracted by touching you, he's barely focused on his own state of being.
Carefully positioning himself between your legs, Orion's interface panel easily pops open, and if anything, just a mere brush against you would have triggered it to let loose, if you tried. Despite the overwhelming urge to just bury his spike to the halt, he restrains himself enough that with a slow, steady push, Orion begins to ease himself into you.
You tense up slightly, holding your breath for only a moment. The barely noticeable whirring of your coolers fills the room. Your state doesn't escape Orion's gaze, and with a gentle stroke on your back, he tries to reassure you.
“Come on, relax,” he flashes you that heartful smirk, trying to reassure you. “We've been doing this here for a long time and still no one caught-”
Orion's words are suddenly interrupted by the slight hiss of a door opening. And at that moment, everything seemed to freeze around you.
Orion immediately turns his head back to look behind him. You feel his servo gently squeezing your frame, pulling you closer, as if trying to hide from view. It seemed like you'd continue to look at each other like this before...
“Are you two crazy?” D-16 takes a few steps further into the storage room, just enough for the door to close behind him. Great, less chance of bringing someone else into this not at all embarrassing situation. “Couldn't you find a room any better?”
Oh, just a D-16. Just him? At least it's better than bumping into one of the guards.
Orion's iron grip on you visibly relaxes, and instead of a brief panic, a playful smile reappears on his face. Orion playfully rolls his optics in response to the lecture from his friend. Not that this is the first time he's been caught like this. Not that this is the first time his best friend has found him like this.
“It was our only best option,” Orion tries to defend himself, his servo gently moving to your hips, holding you tightly. “Can't blame a bot for trying to blow off some steam here.”
A tired sigh comes from D-16 as he drops his work tool to the floor with a dull thud. “Then learn how to close the door first.”
Now, you immediately turn your gaze in your partner's direction, looking at him with obvious frustration.
“Orion!” you say indignantly. “Again?!”
“I thought I did-” he averts his gaze to the side, unable to look into your optics at the moment.
Wonderful, now both of his dearest people in the world want to kick him. Not that he wasn't used to it...at least not all at once!
“Okay, look,” Orion, sensing you slowly moving away from him in an attempt to maintain some decency, only presses your frame closer to his own. “I know you two are mad at me right now, but, I have an idea!”
This seems to catch the attention of both D-16 and you. Orion's blue optics run between the two of you, as if trying to catch your reactions. Seeing that you are silent and willing to listen, he continues.
"How about we slip off today's shift and instead spend some time over something more enjoyable than a 24-hour shift in the mines? Hmm?" a confident smirk on his face, after voicing his most ingenious solution.
And after a short pause, instead of the expected approval, you only start to argue more. Okay, not quite what was expected...
“Did Elita hit you too hard?”
“Of all the things you could say...”
“I don't understand why I even stayed here.”
Orion and his inability to keep his mouth shut. How could you even suggest such a thing! I mean, you're not even...that close to D-16. Sure, you're as familiar with him as any other miner, and certainly as Orion's partner, you're destined to be the ones pulling the bum out of all sorts of dangers. Of course, you'd be lying if you said you didn't find him at least a little attractive, but that still doesn't give Orion the right to suggest such things. Even if even your seemingly outraged speeches sounded less and less convincing by the second.
“Come on, Dee, don't pretend you've never thought about it, I've known you for more than one cycle,” Orion backs up his words by slapping your ass lightly, making you shudder in his servo. "And I'm sure she doesn’t mind either. Right?"
You look away as if out of shame, but to deny the obvious would be pointless. The traitorous silence from D-16 lets you know everything. Hate to admit it, but Orion's right. Hard to believe it has to be even said.
“If we get caught and demoted because of you, it'll be your fault, Pax,” D-16 mutters unhappily, shooting Orion a stern look. And yet, he quickly shortens the distance between the two of you.
D-16's touch seems rougher. His servos are larger, and he has no difficulty easily supporting your weight in his own servos. Despite this, his actions seem more inexperienced, the pads of his fingers gently stroking the inside of your thighs as if afraid to leave the slightest mark on them.
Orion's servos slide higher, stopping at your waist, giving enough room for his friend to join you. Carefully changing position, now with his back pressed against the cold wall behind him, you are presented before D-16 in all your beauty.
D-16's vibrant yellow optics linger on your body. You notice his optics widening briefly and quickly flicker over every contour of your frame. It's endearing, in a way.
You're used to praise and compliments about your looks from Orion, but something in his look full of admiration says a lot more beyond words.
“Don't stare so much, or you'll just stand like that all day,” Orion teases his friend, nudging him lightly by the shoulder.
“Hey, I'm not staring,” D-16 defends himself, quickly raising his gaze towards the other mech, anxiously trying to prove otherwise.
A quiet chuckle escapes Orion, and he only responds by rolling his optics. As if you can't tell the obvious from one look. His friend is so hopeless, unable to even hide his own feelings for the two of you. Good thing. What kind of best friend would Orion be if he didn't agree to...help?
Pressing you back against D-16's chassis, Orion gently rubs the tip of his spike against your inner walls, sending a pleasant shiver along your back. Primus, with all this going on, you hardly notice. He's still inside you, needing relief. Fortunately, there's no possible distraction at this moment. Not when you're sandwiched between them, with barely enough space to move.
You feel D-16 pushes insistently against your tight entrance from behind, barely wasting any time you have for now until your coworkers will find out about your little trip to the storage rooms.
“Just relax, we'll start slow at the beginning, yeah?” Orion rubs your waist in an attempt to get you to relax, glancing in D-16's direction.
It took a good few seconds for a response before the silver mech behind you could quietly mumble a “...y-yeah,” hiding his face against your shoulder, trying so desperately to contain his own neediness.
Reluctantly, Dee thrusts forward, his hips rocking as he begins to move, before halting his movements, giving both of you some time to adjust.
“Aggh...so tight,” you hear from behind, as D-16's hot, heavy breath fanning against the side of your face. The sensation alone makes you sigh softly, your optics closed tight.
You can feel every twitch, every ridge dragging along your sensitive walls as both mechs carefully slow thrust forward. Orion's servo reaches out to cup your cheek, tilting your helm up to meet his own lips. Another muffled moan escapes you, and you instinctively press closer to Orion, trying not to go crazy with all the sensations you're feeling right now.
D-16's spike, already slick with lubricant, hits that one spot inside you, making you cry out into the kiss, arching your back to meet his movements. Orion slowly pulls away from the kiss, a thin stream of coolant running down his chin.
“Still want to leave, Dee?” Orion holds your face gently, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb, removing some of the coolant.
In response to this jab, D-16 only utters another groan, and through gritted teeth, snarls back at Orion with a stern, “Just shut up already...!”, causing the latter to smile a little. Primus, and not the slightest ‘thank you’ is expected.
Heeding D-16's advice, Orion bucks his hips, pushing his spike deeper, to join D's. You can practically feel them both halted inside you, the tips of their spikes kissing each other against your stretched inner walls.
“Doing so, so well, love,” Orion praises between his heavy breaths, his grip on your chin tightened just a little, only to tilt your head up, exposing your neck to his lips. A soft, wet kisses and nips paint the sensitive metal of your throat, followed with a quiet murmur of words of encouragement from your lover. “You're the best thing to ever happen to us.”
You have no idea how, by some miracle, no one's heard you yet. You could swear that any bot that could walk past the storage room would probably have heard you long ago. The sickening sounds of metal against metal, the wet squelching of lubricant following along with your moans.
Your breathing becomes noticeably quicker, and judging by the slight shaking and twitches beside you, it's probably safe to say that neither of you will last much longer. You can barely keep your optics open, feeling that even if you closed your optics for a moment, you would hardly have the strength to open them again. The mere sensation of your walls tightening around their spikes was enough to trigger their overload.
Orion's grip on you tightened, holding you flush against him as his hips jerked forward one last time, and a moment later, you feel thick, hot ropes of lubricant coating the small of your back.
None of them seem to have any intention of letting you go at all. Orion's servo is still pressing you gently against him, while Dee is gently cradling you from behind. You rest your head on Orion's chassis, finally finding a quiet moment to rest. Slowly, the heat in your body begins to die down, and quite softly, your systems cool your heated frame.
Okay, maybe out of all Orion's ideas, not all of them are that terrible. But just for today.
Completely unnoticed by you, the doors to the storage room abruptly open, causing the three of you to jump up in surprise. To your great relief or regret, all you see in the doorway is the stern face of your squad leader, Elita One, who has just finished her shift in the mine.
Holding her work equipment at her side, you meet her face with nothing but disapproval and obvious irritation at what she has seen. Frag.
“Learn how to lock the doors,” she points at you, after a short pause. “Disgusting.”
The Beast Wars Bee!Maximal!Reader is so cute! I wonder how the Predacons would react to 🐝 being on the opposite side and how they would be in their yandere mindset
Yandere!Predacons/Bee!Maximal!Reader [BW]
tw: yandere themes, mentions of stalking, kidnapping, posessive, sadistic behavior, toxic relationships.
additional: gender-neutral reader, maximal!reader, bee!reader
word count: ~1,7k
characters included: Megatron, Terrorsaur, Waspinator, Blackarachnia, Tarantulas, Dinobot
a/n: looove beast wars requests. this genuienly pulls me out from the state where I don't have any inspiration at all. tyy
Megatron
It's no secret that Megatron despises maximals. For the sake of fulfilling his plans, he has almost no shame, as long as it involves what he is so eager to obtain. The golden disk, universal control, a new, still completely untouched stasis pod of the maximals... He just has to get it first!
When he first sees your form, it is new, bright and already tarnished with that filthy, vile symbol of the maximals on the surface of your metal. His teeth practically grit from the realization of defeat. If he had one more minute of time, he'd finally get another underling in his army!
Megatron doesn't know how to love. Proud, narcissistic, with a self-importance complex, there is not a single being in the entire galaxy (except, of course, the Decepticon leader Megatron himself!) that can in any way equal his greatness. In his optics, you start out as just another, reckless fool who took the wrong side of a centuries-old war. Isn't it obvious who the winner will be?
His infatuation with you doesn't begin immediately. You're only a lost opportunity to be a predacon, and now an enemy that stands in his way. But with each time you interfere with his plans, slipping out from under his claws at the very last moment, he can't feel that fire of obsession that backs up his spark.
It seemed that no matter how hard his subordinates tried, his attention was always focused on you. As soon as one of the predacons mentioned you, a slight but awfully satisfied smile appeared involuntarily on his face.
You must be his. It is the emblem of the predacons and nothing else that should be forged on your chassis. Maybe if he ever finally gets his hands on you, he'll personally scratch the logo on your frame so that no polish can ever hide his marks.
Terrorsaur
It's hard to call any of the preacons the least bit likable every time you stumble upon one of them in search of the next mission, but Terrorsaur has always had an exceptional ability to get on your nerves.
Being one of the few maximals able to stay in the air, you're just destined to constantly bump into the red predacon, whose mere voice cuts your audials every time.
Terrorsaur, for his part, finds a special pleasure in stalking you and making it his own goal. No matter who you're fighting, he'll always attack you from behind, drawing you somewhere to the side where you're forced to turn your attention to him alone.
Being in Megatron's shadow, Terrorsaur can't surprise you with extraordinary strength or mind tricks, but unlike his obnoxious leader, his skill at witty eloquence helps him get your attention for a while.
Terrorsaur has no pity for the 🐝, no matter how much he longs for them to be near him. However, he feels no pleasure in constantly, mindlessly hurting each other. Don't you see? You're just perfect for each other! Together, you two can crush all your enemies. Of course, with Terrorsaur as the leader and you as his loyal right hand. He's sure to save a spot next to him for you, no matter how hard you hit him.
The beef would remind me of the fight between Rodan and Mothra, he.
Waspinator
Oh, I don't know which of you should empathize more. Considering how often poor Waspinator finds himself in the most painful and violent situations at the end of the day, and it doesn't matter if he was with maximals or predacons, I really feel sorry for this lackluster wasp.
However, the nature of your beast mods only adds more hostility between the two of you. In a way, you two are personal enemies to each other. For 🐝 darling, Axalon is something akin to your personal hive. It is your home; your friends are extremely important to you.
Every time the predacons invade your territory and threaten any of the maximals, you feel as if it's a personal attack against you.
Seeing your “natural enemy” appearing on the doorstep of your base, it's understandable that the first thought in your mind is to defend your home. When your maximal allies notice you getting into a fight with Waspinator, they are so worried about your state! After defeating the predacons, Rattrap and Cheetor come running to check on you, only to notice suspiciously familiar pieces of green metal left on the ground...
You would think that your relationship to another insect is no secret at all. Despite how many times you've left him barely functioning, picking up his own head in his hands, you notice how desperate Waspinator can be.
Waspinator is the safest yandere option of all the predacons, in my opinion. He genuinely loves you, and even if you decide to take mercy on him, noticing how his own comrades neglect his spark will only increase his adoration more. The constant “my queen!”, or “pretty bee-bot!” is always coming your way, with that characteristic buzz.
Blackarachnia
It's hard not to empathize with her, knowing the sad fate of the spider lady. Having been a maximal before the crash, her possible happy future with those who could have been a true family to her has been stolen. And yet, the spider lady's confidence is to be envied.
Ever since she joined the predacons, the spider has been nothing more than another problem for you. Whereas you might be able to deal with Waspinator or a Terrorsaur given how easily they can be distracted with just a flick of your servo, Blackarachnia is sneaky and cunning.
It seems that no matter what move you make, the spider always seems to know everything several steps ahead. Having spent hours watching you, she has no trouble at all in immediately wrapping you in her web, leaving you to struggle in vain to break free of its shackles.
Her quiet, gloating laughter leaves you with no hope. This is the moment; you will die like this, and you will never be able to see your friends again. As the spider's paws swing at you, you only close your optics in anticipation of the impending strike, only to be met with nothing but silence from your captor.
The next time you decide to look at her again, giving her a questioning look, Blackarachnia rolls up her optics. You can be such a silly darling sometimes, she thinks, did you seriously believe she would kill you? She might be bad, but not like her fellow predacons..maybe.
Blackarachnia has a hard time accepting her feelings; being a predacon she thinks her interest in you is wrong, and you'd probably be better off without her. Her tainted, 'bad' predacon spark is no kin to your perfect, heroic one.
Another one of the predacons you'd find easy to get along with. No matter how often you try to get her on your side, she won't give up who she is now. Especially since she enjoys playing with you, occasionally leaving her traps in the form of spider webs stashed in flowers.
Tarantulas
Tarantulas can probably compete with each of the predacons on the level of sadism and cruelty, and for you, each meeting with him feels like very personal torture.
This spider may not be the most skilled fighter, but every time he tries to capture you, he becomes more and more dangerous. At first, he nearly kills you by threatening to drink all your fluids to the last drop; another day he kidnaps your friends in an attempt to lure you out of your base. Do you get one day of peace? Probably not.
Tarantulas is a violent and brutal yandere. It doesn't matter to him whether you're a maximal or not, as long as you play any significance in his plans. He genuinely enjoys your pain, and perhaps the only thing that has really piqued his interest in you is how sweet you taste.
None of the predacons are surprised at his habit of devouring poor organics just for fun, but the sincere look of disgust on their faces doesn't hide how insane their scientist is.
Tarantulas is, somewhat, intoxicated by you. Your flavor acts on him like a drug, making him crave only more. In a way, it saves you. What good will he get out of you if you die? He will happily keep you on the brink of life and allspark, without the ability to make the slightest move. You should be more grateful that he's feeding you at all.
Dinobot
Megatron's loyal subject has always been different from the other predacons. Without remorse, he possesses a sharp tongue, constantly challenging the leader, which often left him not at his best.
He's not the most open about his feelings either, and in fact, there's nothing here to give you any sign at all that he cares about you. His spark always lies towards the predacons, but after cycles of unsuccessful pursuit of empty ideals, a sliver of doubt slowly lingers in his processor.
His interest in you is born from a small thing. It could be your loyalty to your allies. A desperate desire to protect them, if only at the cost of your own life. It could be that in one of your battles, you decide to show him mercy after seeing a gaping, deep wound in his chest area. For whatever reason, the maximal, despite the conflict between the two sides, helped him.
From now on, he feels he owes you a debt of honor. As an honest, noble warrior, he appreciates this unexpected act of kindness, which is why, now, you always have the two-meter-tall lizard standing behind you like your own guard dog.
Yandare Dinobot is one of those who would rather always follow you than take you by surprise and show himself in front of you. He shouldn't be anywhere near you at all, let alone being nice to the enemy. What a shame. He'll still spend the next night hiding somewhere in thick bushes, not that far from Axalon.
I just read your d-16 obsessed with famous reader and was kind of curious to think about what he would do when he became megatron like almost yandere obsessive
anyways… ily!!
Yandere!Megatron/Idol!Reader [TFO]
tw: yandere themes, obsession, possesive thoughts.
word count: ~1,7k
additional: gender-neutral!reader, ex-racer!reader, decepticon!reader.
a/n: I did something similar before, you can read here if you want. however I would focus on different scenario here and mostly on exploring dynamic through inner feelings (if that makes sense). i think i wrote about more violent Megs before, so i wanted to write a bit softy one.
Pretty little thing.
Always on a pedestal, standing at the centre of attention, you rarely had to think about any problems. You were always surrounded by someone who would surely worry about it and solve everything at the flick of your wrist. The only thing that was needed was to just innocently clap your optics and enlighten the rest of the crowd with your beauty.
It's hard not to get used to it.
From the moment he saw you, you were amazing. No, perfect.
It seemed like every time he watched you from afar, he was looking at the brightest star in far, far away space. No matter how far away he stood, you always shined brightest for him.
Surrounded by a crowd of fans that never gave you a moment's peace, like satellites, you always stood out in the crowd. Everything in this tiny, cramped world revolved around you.
There was nothing in D-16 that could ever catch your attention, if only for a second.
And yet, he was happy. Never having seen the real beauty of the outside world, deprived of freedom since birth, at some point you always made him feel surrounded in a field of stars.
If it was safe on the surface of Cybertron again, he would surely spend cycles watching the vast sky dotted with colourful, bright lights.
‘It's not the right place for you to be,’ he would remind you every time he gets the chance of.
Away from Iacon, albeit rotten in the filth that was left behind by Sentinel the false Prime, he couldn't deny that there, you would be much safer.
Away from Iacon, you were lost. You never seemed to belong in the company of the former High Guard. Being silver spoon fed since the moment of your creation made you more naive and so painfully obvious to everyone around. It is a miracle, that there were still someone who looked after you, even though your silly little title doesn't mean here anything anymore.
He must have hated you, you would have thought. Unlike all those who joined the Decepticon resistance, everyone here was united in their hatred for the former reign of long-abandoned leader of the Iacon. Numerous attempts to hunt down, then exterminate every last one of them, only to hide the truth will forever be remembered by those whom Sentinel Prime deemed a threat to his rule.
In turn, what really united you with the idea of the Decepticons?
Did you feel as if you had been betrayed? Were born into this world only to exist meaninglessly in the depths of of your home planet, furnished for a slow, faithless death?
Something in Megatron's gaze drew you in. It was hard to tell if it was that bloodthirsty determination to free your city from the captivity of tyranny, or that look of despair and bitterness as the newly elected Prime banished him from his own city?
Either way, you followed him that day, much to the surprise of the Decepticon leader himself.
You glanced in Megatron's direction. Battered, like a wounded dog he was clenching his teeth and sitting on an equally time-worn throne. The silver frame was dotted with many scratches and dents, and the distinguished cannon still emitted a faint hint of smoke after being sliced in half.
The three members of the High Guard always stayed close by, but it seemed that no matter how hard they tried, their words always passed by Megatron's audials, that he didn't even have the slightest desire to cast his gaze at one of them.
“We can't waste time just because you're unable to move on from the last confrontation,” Starscream hissed demandingly, red optics fixed on the seated leader beside him. “We have a chance to mount a surprise attack until they secure their position in Iacon.”
The quiet scraping of metal against hard surface barely passes your optics. Fingers dig firmly into the armrests of the throne, at the mere talk about the recent defeat.
“Makes no sense. All focus should be on finding a suitable base for the Decepticons,’ Soundwave reminds, taking a single step forward towards the jet. Now, Starscream's gaze in Megatron's direction is blocked.
“So why haven't you started on this yet?” comes another, counter question. Stepping forward to meet the officer, the former leader of the guard gives his colleague only a sceptical, stern look.
“I'm working on it,” is the simple answer, not uncommon from the Decepticon's lips hidden behind the mask.
Starscream pinches himself on the bridge of his nose, closing his optics for a fleeting moment. This is what he gets after cycles of loyal service to the Primes. Total disobedience, and their new leader is hardly battle-hardened, spending twenty-four hours wasted in a pathetic attempt to soothe the yearning spark. To believe it, and this is the brat he lost to?
“Then get on it quick!” the red and white mech clucks his tongue, after which, casts a sharp glance in Megatron's direction. “If we can't keep fighting, what was the point of all this in the first place?”
Such an arrogant, son of a glitch. Doesn't know when it's the right time to shut up. That hit only deeper, after everything that happened for the past cycles. The constant whining and demands do nothing to ease his already troubled mind. He lost everything that day, the one and only time when he felt like everything. The bloody red optics darken at the words, and a soft growl escapes from him.
So, you step up.
“Soundwave is right, there will be another time for the attack, but now the top priority is to establish a base,” you raise your voice enough to catch all the decepticons around off guard. “Let our leader sort out his thoughts instead of pressing on him.”
Who could know you can speak up?
The confused sight you received from Starscream worth it in some way. If for all of Iacon you were an idol, loved by many, the old member of the high guard had no idea about you. The majority of the decepticons probably don't know either, you imagine, but does it really matter? The only look you only wanted, was from him.
An invisible, red string of fate always seemed to be tied around your wrist when it came to the unknown, small miner named D-16. After countless days of him following you around, it would be you looking out for him. How funny.
You smile.
Not a fighter, nor even build for any hard work. Your frame is neatly polished, shining pretty in the light. Even though at first of the decepticons glared and watched you with nothing but suspicion and hesitation at first, your bright charisma always let you have your way. Good on cameras, a valuable experience even at war. Somehow, you even made friends with them. You can even remember Slipstream and Thundercracker asking you about your daily polishing routine.
The same, dark red optics always trained on you. He should be glad, at least. Wasn't he concerned about your position in his new rankings? No matter how hard he tries to act so mighty and cruel, the big bad leader of the decepticons, Megatron, is still soft.
Still shy, you can add.
He's taller, stronger. If you easily towered over him, now the silver mech is the one looking down at you. It was odd, for some time. Your alt mode is build for speed, keeping you on the road and easily avoiding any obstacles that might get into the way. But with Megatronus' t-cog now, he's no longer that scrawny mech you were used to.
It must be so confusing to him, but so satisfying. It is no point in trying to hide it. With how tight his servos wrapped around your waist, holding you suffocatingly tight against his own frame. Like you'd run away or disappear if he let go. Funny enough, you'd do exactly the opposite of it.
The last bits of his own comfort in this Primus forgotten place. With you in his arms, he feels safe and loved, even though he doesn't understand what exactly this feeling means for him. He felt like that every time he was with Orion, playing that arcade game over and over, even as a miner, it was enough for him to be satisfied.
Megatron hides his face against your neck, closing his optics. Loved when he's with you. It was never this close until now. As D-16, all he had was glimpses of you on the big screen television, some rare, closed-door nights, when lucky.
He should be happy now, he thinks. No more hiding now, just you and him together. No more of this cursed society that stood in his way. Who would dare to oppose him at this moment? Tell him he has no chances of having you this close, however and whenever he wants it?
If only you just stood still and never moved an inch. He'd put you on the pedestal you deserve to be, so he could be the only one to be graced by your own appearance. A big, nice, glassy box will be good enough to cover you from the outside world, so maybe no Prime would even dare to lay their filthy hands on you.
Your servo gently laid on his back, moving in lazy, soothing circles. Both of you don't have to say a word; it was a comfortable silence between the two. After long, long and tiring days of work, he wants nothing but to rest next to you. Let himself fall in the long deserved recharge, so the constant, painful ache in his processor would be gone.
Such a peaceful sight for you. Having him this close, right in your arms. You would never dare to bother him at such a time. Even if his servos are fully covered in deep pink energon, wouldn't it be easy to just pretend not to notice it? If there's anything you're thankful for from your past career, it is the ability to turn blind optic when it's needed.
If you can't change him, you can definitely make him worse.
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Hi, if you have time, energy and motivation for this, then please write a sequel on yandere!tfrid2015.
Yandere!TfRID2015/Reader [hcs]
tw: nsf/w(-ish) headcanons so minors don't read, possessiveness, praise kink, size kink, power dynamics, marking.
word count: ~820
a/n: it has been in my drafts since summer so a good time to finally finish it.
Bumblebee
This Bumblebee is such an interesting character for me, mainly because he is finally taking the serious role in the series. Due to a lot of responsibilities with his own team (newbies, a half-functioning minicon, a clumsy cute dinobot!) and constant Decepticons' attacks. He puts up with a lot of stress. 🐝 probably prefers soft moments of intimacy (honestly, I can't even imagine yan!🐝 being violent at all); maybe even let you do the job while he can just relax and finally forget about controlling everything and everyone. He is vocal, though he would probably try to put his own servo over his mouth, mainly because he's still a bit shy that someone might hear him. I mean, looking back at where they 'live'...good luck.
This Bumblebee probably has a praise kink, and he would absolutely MELT when you call him 'sir'. It's just something that gets him going even when he's too tired to even move a finger.
Respect, respect, he likes it! Whether you're the one receiving pleasure, whining and accidentally moaning the soft 'lieutenant!' during it, or holding him down, telling Bumblebee how good he is, such a good and caring leader...your poor lieutenant Bee! You're probably putting a lot of dirty and unnecessary thoughts in his processor.
Grimlock
Grimlock absolutely knows how good he is. He also absolutely understands what role he has in the team. Muscles. And he has no shame when it comes to his size! He is used to bots around him being annoyed when he accidentally breaks something or bumps into stuff, the 🦖 gets a little confused when he meets someone who's...into it? I think he would probably be into size kink when his partner shows that they love how big he is! But probably a little worried since he doesn't want to hurt you. Is he doing well with using his sharp digits inside you? Grimlock doesn't want to hurt his sparkmate!!
Despite having an intimidating look, he is a massive dork (affectionately) who is totally in love with his partner. That's why Grimlock being responsible big dinobot would always make sure you're satisfied first! He is still reluctant about doing it in his dino mode, but he might take this challenge only if you would be on top of him. Otherwise, it would be...awkward.
Sideswipe
Young, arrogant, and painfully determined when it comes to a good fragging. At first glance, you might think he's incredibly experienced, and he'll pretend he is until it comes to a moment of intimacy between you. An extremely confident bot will start to blush and hide his face as soon as you straddle him, and no matter how hard he tries to squeeze out a smirk, it's hard not to notice the little shiver that runs through his body.
But a little determination with you, and you see the old Sideswipe again. He will tease and try to coax a reaction out of you, but only because he longs for you to finally snap and give him a good spanking. He really is into being tamed by his sparkmate, especially if they're better than him in everything.
Strongarm
Sometimes she talks about Cybertronian rules so much, you wonder if she mutters them even when she's asleep? Strongarm always wants what is best for her loved one, so it is no surprise that she shared with you everything she knows.
Strongarm very well mirrors Sideswipe, but in everything Sideswipe is cocky and teasing, Strongarm is cautious and responsible. Sure, she has her own moments, but Primus help her! She totally can't help when you try to distract her whenever she gives you a lecture. Everything you do seems to catch her attention. The way you look at her, or how you bite your lip when thinking about something... It is probably very, very wrong and unprofessional when you try to seduce her, calling her by the title and playing as if you're one of the criminals she caught. This will not affect her results, right?
Steeljaw
Scratching, lots of scratching. The cunning wolfticon is not so gentle at all, not to imagine, if he's obsessed with his darling. I'm just very sorry for their paint job. It must be so tiring polishing your armor and fixing the small scratches around the insides of your thighs and hips every single time you two decide to get intimate together. Scratching is not only his way of separating himself from the former fraction but a way of marking someone. A three simple but a little too deep mark on your shoulder is now a longtime reminder of who you belong to.
But it doesn't mean it doesn't work both ways. If 🐺 is in the right mood, with his tail wagging behind his back and his spike slamming into you so deep it makes you seem stars, he will probably encourage you to leave some marks on him as well.
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hellooo, i love your work, especially the yan! d-16!! i wanted to ask, could you pleasee write something for starscream from tfone? i think he'd be such a good yandere and i'd love to read some for himm, thank youu!
Yandere!Starscream/Reader [TFO/hcs]
tw: yandere behavior, power dynamics, very brief mentions of violence, jealousy, slightly masochistic!Starscream at the end.
word count: ~1250
additional tags: cybertronian!reader, high guard!reader, gender-neutral!reader.
a/n: I tried to keep it neutral, so I didn't make reader only a part of High Guard or a part of the main 4. There are some discussions from both sides, so I divided it to not confuse you. Thank you for your request~
Starscream is such an interesting yandere to be honest; it's almost sad that he has got less screen time than it was intentionally planned.
Yandere!Starscream is living for praise. Basically, like the most if not all Starscream variants in different universes, he's a sucker for a compliment or two, especially if it's from the person he deeply admires.
↑ TFO!Star is a leader of the high guard, he was used to working closely with the 13 Primes, and it is no surprise how other bots like B-127, who had the chance to know about this time period, are absolutely devoted to him. He's probably been on par with Sentinel before the latter became the leader of Iacon.
>> Regular Cybertronian!Reader
↑ But there should be a good, clear line between being a fan and being an unbearable. If you get too close, too pushy or talkative with him, and he just barely knows about you, Starscream might as well just shut you up completely so you wouldn't bother him anymore. Yandere or not, he's not falling in love easily; even then, he's not shy to use force whenever he seems like it.
That is because Yandere!Starscream is very careful about who gets into proximity with him, and with an attitude of a wild cat, he's quick to snap at you the very first moment you try to do something, even remotely reminding him of suspicious.
↑ Yandere!Starscream is a paranoid leader, in some way. It doesn't matter if you're a part of the high guard or the newcomer that just received your cog only some hours ago. It's difficult to get his trust, and it's more difficult to even try to calm his mind.
>> High Guard!Reader
↑ I feel like, apart from praise, another way to get his spark is to actually listen to what he orders you to do. That is something they both share with Sentinel, but unlike the False Prime, Starscream is not as much of a control freak as Sentinel is.
↑ Yandere!Starscream has to know that everything goes well. Because he is actually concerned about the well-being of the group, but more importantly, he doesn't want anything to happen with his lover.
↑ He knows how dangerous exploring the surface is, and every time they're trying to sabotage the meetings between quintessons and the new ruler, the chances of getting caught, imprisoned, and even executed are incredibly high.
↑ Yandere!Starscream is especially protective towards his high guard!reader, but I do not see him overprotective to the point he doesn't let you leave their hiding place and force you stay inside instead.
↑ He's been leading the high guard for 50 or so cycles, and even though they had to resort to hiding most of the time, it's still impressive that they hold back for so long. Low on energon, far away from their home, and only themselves to rely on. Starscream might not be the perfect leader he wants to look like, but he's aware of how strong his comrades are, and you're no exception.
↑ In my opinion, he's pretty bearable yandere if you know him long enough. Sure, he has his moments or two, where a wrong glance in your way from the others might scream 'right in front of ME? how dare you!' in his head, leading it all to more conflicts and unnecessary violence. But he's an old, war-torn mech, a veteran, with the biggest enemy which is his own tongue, sometimes.
↑ Yandere!Starscream with his high guard!reader is possessive. It starts with the small things first. From the time you first joined the high guard, you were his. His subordinate, first, his right hand. It's hard for him to let go of the fact that he warmed up to you. He's not entirely heartless or cold, as someone might think, but he's not the one to show any sort of affection.
↑ Another reason for him to get more agitated and annoyed once D-16 challenges his authority. Not only that will hurt his ego, but it will also shatter the image he worked so hard to build up. Such an embarrassing sight, watching your now ex-leader beaten up by a young, inexperienced bot who only left the mines for a day or two.
↑ Megatron should be lucky because you might actually prevent a few murder attempts by talking Starscream out of it. Somehow. Yaay?
>> Regular Cybertronian!Reader
↑ But you cannot convince me Starscream doesn't have at least a tiny thing for bots who are able to put him down at his place. You know, similar to how Rhinox scared off poor Dinobot when the latter got too high of himself, hehe.
↑ Yandere!Starscream doesn't even pay more than a few seconds of his attention towards regular Cybertronian!Reader. He already has enough of troubles on his shoulders, and now, he has to deal with some colorful bunch of gobots?? Primus, what a life.
↑ Yandere!Starscream might act all high and mighty in front of you, given his high position and connection to the Primes in the past. A walking legend right in front of you. It will be so amusing to see his face redden, a pair of wings bristling at the sight of some youngling being so ignorant and disrespectful.
↑In some sort of way, you're a challenge to him. An unexpected, bratty and with a clear lack of interest towards the older bot. It's totally not what he wanted, expecting at least some amount of fear for your and your friend's well-being after the high guards caught you.
↑ How surprised he was when you answered him with the same sharpness. The bright scarlet optics widen for a moment, then narrow. Oh, the audacity...! Your friends can only stare at you anxiously, glancing back and forth, when suddenly, your conflict only just flares up, and now a fight is all but inevitable.
↑All that counts is the strength of one bot over another, to quote his own words. As you pin the poor bot to the cold floor, feeling his digits desperately digging into your heated metal. You notice nothing more than surprise, a hint of fear perhaps, but this fleeting display of submission is simply impossible to ignore.
↑ Yandere!Starscream, after the breaking point, is especially attentive to you. He constantly looms somewhere behind your back, watching you closely like a hawk. It's hard to read his true motive behind the picture of indifference and skepticism, but some part of him really wants to help you.
↑ You are very careless in his opinion, naive in most decisions, and desperate for his guidance. Yandere! Starscream is the only bot in the old high guard who can criticize you. Otherwise...how dare they say anything in your direction!
↑ He can play nice in front of you if he wants to, only to try to attack you at the most unexpected moment, anticipating that finally this time he can repay you in kind for the shame you've made him feel. But at the end of the day, it's hard to know if he's doing it just to come crawling back to you on his knees begging for forgiveness or if he finds some kind of strange pleasure in it.
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You can do Transformers Earthspark Megatron x Female reader where both were conjux but are divorced, the reader is only with the autobots so as not to be in the cells also that both had a sparkling but who is with the weckers, let's say that the relationship between Megatron and the reader was nice at first but everything changed in the war, Megatron treated the reader and her Sparkling badly, let's say that now the reader doesn't like to be around Megatron especially when she sees how he treats Twich like a daughter, but Megatron still wants to have something with Reader
Megatron/Femme!Reader [TFES]
tw: brief mentions of past trauma, past toxic relationships, guilt.
additional tags: Cybertronian!Reader, Femme!Reader
word count: ~1,9k
a/n: I liked how they handled Starscream and Megatron's dialogue in s1, too bad it was wasted.
You had no right to be angry with the terrans. Born in this strange world, far from the home planet, they had no idea who they were or what their fate would be. To most humans, they were nothing but a threat. To your race, they were the only ray of hope for the future.
So why can't you still look away from them without a twinge of anger deep within your spark? Why is it that every time a small, scarlet terran tries to learn more about you, you throw that sharp, irritated look in her direction?
Another, yet another, long, languid day at the former G.H.O.S.T base, which has received a small rebranding, now completely at the disposal of the Autobots. You are completely focused on the monitor screen in front of your optics, your fingertips gently pressing each key.
You have no desire whatsoever to spend your entire attention on this useless waste of time. You would gladly leave this Primus-damned planet if you could.
And yet, you're happy to forget about everything around you for a second. That constant, loud laughter under your pedes when one of the Malto family runs past you, chasing after one of their siblings. Arcee tried to crack a joke or two whenever you two passed each other. Prime, for some reason, has decided that you need his painfully pathetic speeches about how if you need any help, you can always go to him.
It would seem that only Elita, of all the veterans, could understand you in any way.
You would gladly spend cycles alone with any of them on an island far from civilisation, only if it meant you would never have to see him again.
“Will you teach me some new moves in the air?” Twitch sits on Megatron's shoulder, looking at the older mech with her those big, yellow optics. “That moves with your arm cannon really inspired me!”
The little Terran blatantly thrusts her arm forward, automatically, activating her own weapon. A quiet scoff escaped from Megatron as he watches over the drone, noting her usual excited and very determined expression. Out of all the group, she seems to be taking the leader's role the most.
“If you promise not to shoot anyone here,” he gently reaches for Twitch, using his pointing finger to lower her arm cannon down, a soft smile plastered on his face.
The crimson terran's optics are focusing on Megatron's own, before she quickly glances towards you, the miniature pair of rotor wings bristling in admiration.
“And— we can take (...) with us too! I heard you two were an amazing pair back on Cybertron!” Twitch carefully stands up before starting to circle around in the air.
It's hard not to notice how much the young terran seeks to hold her deep respect for you, despite the clear ignorance you show her every single time she tries to speak with you. That naive childish adoration is cute, in some way, reminding you of the time when your own sparkling was once as bold and trusting as her.
You really shouldn't hold the grudge against her just because you feel that twisted sense of jealousy because of what you dreamed of so much, but never had the chance to get it.
Megatron's red optics track the terran across the room, only to lock onto your frame, once you were mentioned. He felt a pang of regret every single time he saw you. The memories of your shared past never left the impact on his mind, even though he tried so hard to get over it. For both yours and his sake too.
‘It's been countless solar cycles, Megatron. Don't make it harder for her,’ Optimus' words ringing in his mind. If only it was that easy.
He should have just focused on his own job, dealing with what is left of his past troops, the leftover of G.H.O.S.T's impact, but would it actually help him? To dig his own sick guilt and remorse somewhere deep down, in some naive hopes that everything can just magically go back to how it was? To pretend that it's fine to forget and run away from your past mistakes?
No, it wouldn't be fair to himself. Not to mention, everything he did against you was never fair to you in the first place. Shaking his helm, Megatron tries to reach for the terran, tell her that it's not the time now, and later, he will give her all his time and attention to guide the young one in her path.
That was, until Twitch wrapped her tiny servos around your own, looking up at you with those same optics she gave to Megatron, as if hoping she could somehow warm up your cold spark to her, to make you forget of whatever held you down from accepting her.
Poor thing. Thinking she is somehow the core source of your problems, even though she has no idea what exactly she has done, except for just being born in the wrong place and time.
“Please? I promise to listen, ma'am!” Twitch slightly, tightens her hold on your servo, the smile still as innocent as ever.
The tension is palpable. For just a moment, the three of you don't let out a single word. Everyone was focused on you, and only you stood in the center of their attention.
You sigh, looking towards the young terran right next to you. It will pain you to deny her, you think, but it is for the best as you try to reassure yourself once again.
“Twitch, you shouldn't—” Megatron tries to step out towards you and get the terran back away from you, only to be interrupted by your own voice.
“I'm afraid I can't help you with that for now, Twitch,” you say, using this calm, soft motherly voice of yours. “But be aware. Not everyone here deserves your trust.”
That smile slowly drops from Twitch's face as soon as she sees you pulling away from her, her little servos grasping the air, once where you were standing. That look you gave her somehow reminded her of her own mother.
Dot would come back after a long day of work, welcomed by the whole family, and despite how tired and overworked she was, she never dared to let them know about it. Muscles tense, aching and begging for rest, and constant headache from dealing with some people seem to never leave her alone. And yet, she still kept her smile. Still has the strength to use that sweet voice of hers every time she speaks to the young Maltos.
Even then...why did you look with nothing but hatred and disgust towards Megatron?
The quiet shut of the door left only Megatron and Twitch standing in the room. The little one slowly stepped down on the ground, blinking a few times in confusion. She still couldn't take her gaze away from the door, as if hoping that you might come back and join them after all.
“What...what did I do wrong?” she asks quietly, the question hanging in the air.
Megatron clenched his teeth, trying to suppress his own anger— no, he had no right to be angry. That was the truth after all, isn't it? None of the terrans knew what actually happened before, when he was the leader of the Decepticons, the infamous warlord responsible for the deaths of thousands, if not much more, innocent lives.
He deserves to feel that pain; the cold truth will always hurt, no matter how much he tries to numb the harsh, stabbing feeling inside his spark. Hearing it from you, for some reason, always felt the worst.
Slowly, he lowers himself to one knee, looking down at Twitch, as if silently trying to apologize, for what had happened. No one was supposed to be involved in this conflict.
“Don't trouble your mind with these thoughts, little bird,” Megatron gently lifts her chin with a single digit, making the young terran look up at him. “I promise to come back to you as soon as I can.”
If only he had told you the same before and reassured you with the same care he held deep for his mentee.
It was so confusing. Watching every single day, how soft and attentive the ex-warlord can be for a sparkling that were not even his, and yet, abandoning his family for his own cruel ambitions.
Standing outside the autobots' base, you at least had some bits of privacy that was left up to you. No one to judge, no one to stare with these sorry optics, with nothing but pity in them.
Primus seems to be especially disappointed with you today, taking away the only peace and quiet you had for today.
“You can hate and despise me however you want, I would never have held it against you,” the familiar, deep voice is quick to disturb your thoughts, but this time, somehow softer.
Megatron takes a few slow steps, stopping right behind you, but not daring to come any closer. He would be grateful if you even stayed to listen to him without running out the first second you spot him in your proximity.
There is a brief pause between the two of you, followed by nothing but your sinister silence. Not even a single drop of respect for him, as you didn't even look back at your ex-conjunx.
“But please,” the word sounds so foreign coming from him; for a moment, you even amuse yourself thinking he really changed. “Don't take it out on them.”
You feel your right optic twitch at that.
“Is that the only thing you wanted to talk with me about?” you finally speak, turning to face the silver mech who stood tall next to you. “And you have the audacity of asking something from me?”
Such hypocrisy. It doesn't help you feel any better at all once you notice those guilty red optics staring at you, as if reminding you of how small you will look to others, no matter how hard you try to hide behind a mask.
Like you ever needed their pity for you.
The silver mech studies your face. Tired, war-worn, so exhausted, just like his own. You're barely holding back from collapsing from all the responsibilities on your shoulders, both as the ‘autobot’ and the carrier first. He should have never left you alone, but that would be pointless to think about now.
“I won't...try to defend my past mistakes, and I know that there is nothing I can do to erase all the pain I caused to you and to our sparkling,” optics lowered to the ground, expression hardening, trying to gather his own thoughts, before meeting your gaze once again.
“All I want is to let you see how I have changed,” Megatron steps closed, hesitantly, he continues. “Would you give me a chance to make things right for you, my dear?”
A silence.
Megatron feels a flicker of hope in his spark. Lips curled into a small frown, trying to hide his own uncertainty. Cycles before, back in the past, when the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons hadn't struck the Earth, he would have snapped back. He reminded you of your own place underneath him, so you would never even have a single thought of defying him.
But he would never hurt you again, never raise his voice at you— just let him keep you safe from the remnants of the war he once caused; he promises you that. If only you let him show you that.
But then you step back.
“Starscream was right about you,” your voice now, filled with nothing but coldness. “You will always be the same tyrant who once betrayed those who trusted you with their own spark.”
