Metal Musing Moments

Hello Everyone!! You can call me Daisy! I've been wanting to create a Transformers blog for sometime and finally decided to go for it. I will start off with Matchups, Headcannons, and Scenarios! Please check the rules before submitting anything you may question yourself asking https://metalmusingmoments.tumblr.com/post/156993763997/rules.............................................. Asks-Open MatchUps - Closed Scenarios-Open

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Do you write for Predaking?

Depends on the request 🫣 Sometimes it takes me a little longer to do more minor characters ( less screen time) because I need to go back and rewatch some of the clips to get a feel of what I’m writing for.

But do feel free to send it in! ❤️

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Do you like cheese

Yes?

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Part 2/3 - 👏🏻 👏🏻 Part 1 below. 😘

@lonelycupcakelol bare with me lol Bayverse Optimus prime x Human reader. Takes place during the forth movie where reader and Optimus

Optimus is fighting some sparkless creature spawned from humans who understand so little about their planet. It’s viscous in it’s attacks. He’s landing his hits but it doesn’t matter. The creature is patching up any damage he creates with this nano technology.

A sharp pain rips through his shoulder as he realizes another enemy has entered the battle. As he turns he sees the large ship that seems to have just materialized out of no where, but too late does he realize the new comers face is transforming into a very large sniper.

The blast he takes to the chest is paralyzing. Tessa is screaming from inside the car he has landed on, as she begs him to get up and fight. For not the first time he feels like he’s experiencing deja vu. He’s picturing Y/N face streaked with tears as they plead with him to get up after the Fallen had stolen the Matrix.

“I can’t. Get out of here” he groans as he struggles to move his limbs. As the enemy reaches his side he does not know who he is or what faction he belongs to.

“I feel sorry for you Prime. Your allegiance to these humans…” he trails off with a smirk “well their loyalty is fragile. But no matter, that’s not why I’m here.” He rises with a confidence born of success. “Your creators want you back”. With a hand gesture a ship moves forward and a net is deployed insnaring himself and the vehicle containing Tessa.

He is helpless as he sees and hears Cade screaming for his daughter to break the glass to escape, but they are rising too high in the air and she is too weak.

“Cade! Warn the Autobots!” He shouts as they ascend further as Tessa cries for her father not to leave her.

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Optimus is being dragged through the ship on his back trying to gather his surroundings.

The pain he’s feeling in his chest from the shot is fading but he still can not move any of his limbs, and he can barely swivel his helm left to right. He knows this place but doesn’t. Lockdown shortly confirms his suspicions. A once grand ship for the knights of Cybertron turned prison. Just another thing of his past gone. Disgraced.

There’s something or someone in a cage next to an open one, but he can’t properly see who or what.

“…but I ’ve collected all the knights. But you!” Lockdown mercilessly takes his now transformed hooked hand and digs it into Optimus’s leg; dragging him closer to the cage. A large claw darts out as Lockdown slams his leg up to meet it. The claw only drags him in further, then up as he dangles there like some prize.

“The creators want to sweep the chess board clean.” Lockdown says hitting a button on the outside of the cage. He turns to leave as sharp pieces of metal protrude from the wall insuring Optimus won’t make any sudden escapes.

“I’m slave to no one.” He grounds out tired of this game. He no longer cares for Lockdown’s riddles.

Lockdown stops his departure to look over shoulder and smirk down at Optimus. He turns around fully and strides back up to the cage.

“All this species mixing with species…” Lockdown pauses as he kneels down to get in Optimus’s face. His hand suddenly darting out and painfully grasping him by the helm.

“It upsets the cosmic balance.” He sneers “the creators, they don’t like it. They built you to do what you were told. Not frolic about playing at nice with these humans.” Lockdown’s hand tightens on his helm and drags him closer. “Not pledging yourself to one either” the smirk is back now as he pushes Optimus back into the cage metal grazing his sides.

“Y/N L/N. I’m good at my job Prime. It was an easy mark.” Lockdown says closing the door.

“What did you do to them?!” A deep rage takes hold of him. Optimus struggles not caring for the metal now fully biting into him.

A scoff leaves Lockdown as he turns away from him.

“I did what I do best.”

The rage intensifies as a knife drags into his spark.

“I’ll kill you” Optimus mutters. “I’ll rip your spark out.” He says getting steadily louder. “I will send you back in pieces from which your master sent you. DO YOU HEAR ME?!” His vocals constrict under the volume of which he’s now shouting.

Lockdown’s laughter echos through the ship as Optimus’s screams rattle it.

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@lonelycupcakelol bare with me lol

Bayverse Optimus prime x Human reader.

Takes place during the forth movie where reader and Optimus reunite after each of them went into hiding.

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The aftermath of Chicago had left a bitter taste on the human race. The Autobots had defeated the Decepticons but at the cost of thousands of lives and a city. That’s how the world saw it anyway.

The government was quick to react and NEST was disbanded. Only a select few would remain to act as liaisons. Any known human collaborators would be put on house arrest and Autobots would be restricted to a remote base in Nevada.

A year and a half after the battle, the Whitwicky family broke probation and couldn’t be found. Sam, his wife and new born son had escaped. The government was quick to pin it on Bumblebee but he and every other bot had been confined to the base. Y/N never saw Sam again.

When Lennox started to become distant Y/N began to worry. Acting as one of the liaisons between the Autobots and the government constant contact was a necessity, and above that they were friends. Or so Y/N thought.

The last conversation Y/N had with Lennox he had told them he “had to put his family first”. His last attempt to give them all a warning. An hour later the President declared all Cybertronians a threat to the world and the base descended into chaos.

Optimus had given orders to just get out and to keep contact to a minimum. Y/N had refused to leave his side and so you left together. That was two years ago.

At a truck stop somewhere in Tennessee you hastily stuffed your bag back full of your belongings. Grateful for the shower but wary of the time, you made your way back to Optimus. He was sporting a simple red and blue paint job without his traditional flames.

As you climbed back into the cab you stuffed your bag into the back and pulled out a map.

“We’ll have to get off 75 soon. We can’t go through Knoxville… I’m worried they’ll have sensors outside the city that could break through the shields.”

He didn’t respond as he watched you flip your map over and then back over again in frustration.

“Maybe we should backtrack and get on 27 then 40. Should we go south or north again?” You asked more to yourself.

“Y/N you cannot ignore this conversation” his deep voice filled the cabin.

“I heard you the first time and the answer is still no. I’m not leaving.” You refused to look into rear view mirror as you tried to figure out the next move. “Alright. We back track and hit 27 then we can figure out if we want to take 40” folding up the map you placed it back in your bag and reached for the seatbelt. It didn’t budge.

“Optimus” you pleaded as you tried pulling the seatbelt again.

“No.” The finality of that one word made you feel hollow. “The attack we suffered on the road last week was the end of this. I can not keep you safe…” he whispered

“And you think I‘ll be safer without you!” you snapped “I’ll end up just like Sam and-“

“We don’t know what happened to him and his family. They could be-“

“He’s dead Optimus!” you screeched “Cemetery Wind wants all of us dead and you want me to just fuck off to some remote cabin!? They’ll find me there and us separating will have been for nothing! Why are you doing this!?” You sobbed.

“Because I do not know what else to do!” His angered shout had you sinking into the seat. In all the time you had been together you had never once seen him raise his voice, and now it was at you. “They are more concerned with finding me. You will go to this location and you will stay there. If you believe it’s been compromised you will go to the next location I’ve chosen” he threw himself into reverse and started heading south. “They will not think to look for you on city outskirts.”

“I’m not your soldier” you hissed back through your tears.

“No…no you are not” he said quietly as they drove.

You rode in silence as the sky began to darken. Optimus soon pulled over onto the shoulder and parked.

“You need to head west into these woods for about a mile. You will find the location marked on this map.” The glove box popped open with a manila envelope. “They keys are in there as well as an Identification card and currency.”

“You’ve had this planned” you breathed taking the envelope in a shaky hand.

“…Yes” the admission sounded like he was in physical pain as he opened the door.

“I don’t want to leave you. I love you” the tears were now streaming down your face again as grabbed your bags.

“I know… I know as I love you, but this is not forever” he soothed. “Once it is safe I will come back for you and if your are not here I will find you. I promise you that.”

You slid out of the seat onto the ground and closed the door softly pressing your head against the door.

“Please” you tried in one last vain attempt.

“My spark… you must go.”

You pushed away from the door letting your hand rest there for a second longer as you stared at Optimus for what could be the last time.

With a sharp inhale you hiked your bags further up onto your shoulders and turned to hike up the steep incline into the woods.

When you could no longer see the road you heard the roar of his engine take off.

Xxxx

Optimus would send status updates to you and the other bots as often as he could through the secure channels.

Three months after arriving at your new home they had stopped.

Xxxx

3 years and 5 impromptu make shift homes later you found yourself in Wyoming of all places.

You had to ditch the planned route of homes Optimus had given you after you had shown up to the second one already turned upside down in a search. Destroying the small radio you had used to keep tabs on the other Autobots had been one of the most difficult decisions you had had to make over the past 3 years.

You had secluded yourself in a tiny off grid cabin with no internet or tv on a lake in the hopes that Optimus would indeed find you like he promised.

Working in your small garden you heard the sound of car engine. Not impossible for someone to be driving by but also highly unusual. You darted back into your house to grab your rifle and hid along the wall.

You couldn’t see where the car was but someone was getting out and skipping up the stairs onto your porch.

Clicking off the safety you waited.

A knock followed by a man’s voice.

“Hello? Uh… is there a Y/N L/N here? Hello!?” He pounded on the door this time.

Slowly you slid your way over to the front door placing your hand on the door knob and quickly throwing it open. You pointed the rifle into the man’s face.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! What the hell man!?” The guy shouted as he stumbled back on the porch. You only advanced.

“Who the hell are you?” Voice hoarse from disuse.

“Cade! My names Cade Yeager! Bee said you would be friendly! Get that gun outta my face!” He said swatting aimlessly.

Moving your eyes behind the man you saw the the yellow camaro begin to shift as you let out a strangled gasp dropping your gun.

You pushed past Cade as you ran down the steps to Bumblebee’s kneeling form arms outstretched.

A/N/ - part 2 tomorrow it’s 2am 😭 I do head cannon that at-least Sam got whacked between 3-4. Cemetery wind was out for blood… also I’m making the reunion movie 5 cause Optimus had no time for nothing in 4 and you’ll see why in part 2😘

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heyy, can't sleep either so... scenario where optimus takes the reader to a drive-in theater

thank you! 🫶🏽

Tfp verse?

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Rarely are you and Optimus given the opportunity to have a moment to yourselves. Early on you both realized planning outings never panned out. Relics, Decepticons, government, Ratchet, paperwork… usually in that order. An infinite cycle of obstacles in between you and just some blessed silence for you two to share.

But a miracle had happened one Tuesday evening. It took you a minute to realize it but the base was silent for once. No kids. No Fowler. No one bickering. Sliding your eyes to the right you took in the empty space. No Ratchet.

With the last shackle free you sprung to your feet startling Optimus.

“We need to go now.” You declared grabbing your jacket and bag and making your way down the ladder at an alarming pace.

“What is it? Is something wrong” Optimus was now on his feet scanning the base screens for danger.

“What? No” you laughed. “Sorry…I just realized everyone is out and we very much are not. So let’s change that”. You patted his leg and smiled up at him, but you saw the hesitation on his face.

“Or we could have a cozy night in” you backtracked; dropping your bag from your shoulder. “Up to you Chief”

“No” he replied slowly. Shifting back and giving himself room to transform he popped open the driver side door. “Let’s roll out”.

A large grin broke out across your face as you hopped into the cab and the seatbelt slid into place.

“You’re such a cheeseball”

“I still don’t understand what that means. What is our destination or is there not one?” He inquired.

The million dollar question. Where can you take a semi truck and make it not stand out?

“There’s a drive-in movie theater on the outskirts of town… not sure what’s playing but it’s worth a shot.”

You should have known nothing with substance would be playing at a drive-in on Tuesday night in Jasper, Nevada.

Sharknado was tonight’s pick and you couldn’t help but cringe at this being most likely Optimus first and last time indulging in Earths entertainment willingly.

“Fair warning” you said setting up the little speaker on the dashboard. “This movie is a bit… uh… out there”.

A deep rumble shook the cabin in response.

“I would have to assume so with a name like sharknado… this would seem to be up Miko and Bulkheads ally… as you say”

“Yeah. You’re probably right” you flopped back with a defeated sigh as the movie started. Sharks taking flight and all.

“Y/N… the choice of movie does not matter to me. I am happy that you suggested going out tonight. Rarely do you and I get to spend time to ourselves” the seatbelt tightened briefly as if to reassure you. “I truly am grateful for these moments”.

You let out a thoughtful humming noise before resting your hand on the emblem of his steering wheel speaking quietly “Me too Optimus.”

-1hr and 45mins later-

“Still has to be one of the best-worst movies out there” you muttered. As cars began to pull away and head off into the night.

When the parking lot was almost cleared Optimus still had not spoken.

“Optimus?” You called out and then tried again tapping his steering wheel. No answer. This mech was out cold.

You couldn’t help but smile, you hadn’t even realized he had checked out. You pondered what would be the appropriate way to wake him up. Smashing the horn was probably the equivalent to pots and pans.

Pursing your lips your eyes trailed down to the gear shift and then looked away quickly. Face heating up.

You settled for running your hand gently across the roof of the cabin. “Hey. Movies’ over we gotta ‘roll out’ before we get kicked out. Optimus?” you half whispered.

Lights flicked on and cabin came to life with a shudder.

“I’m here” he replied groggily tightening the belt across your body.

“Time to go” you repeated back to him taking your hand off the roof. The lack of touch seemed to bring him out of whatever drowsy state he was in.

“Apologies… I didn’t mean to-“

“Optimus.” You stopped him “ Anytime spent with you is time I’d never give up. Im grateful for these moments too remember?”

A thoughtful pause before his deep voice filled the cabin “As am I Y/N”.

A/N: any of y’all got that friend that when you turn on a movie ( NO MATTER WHAT IT IS) they’re out like a light. That’s Optimus. It’s cannon. He’s also a not a morning person.

A/NN: I also don’t hate ratchet but I imagine he’s the biggest c*ckblock at the base when it isn’t world ending doom lmao

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@alex21705 your request~~

A /N -had to brush up on the SG universe

Request: Tfp Bumblebee x SG Decepticon reader.

A groundbridge malfunction sends reader into noral TFP universe.

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The mission was simple and standard. Check up on a Autobot mining facility. See how much resources they had. Log it. Etc. etc. No need for a partner as the Decepticon forces on earth were stretched thin as it was.

Going through the ground bridge was always a strange feeling. The humans would say that it gave them “goosebumps” and a feeling of pressure. For Y/N they could relate to that pressure but they doubted they would ever feel the sensation of bird skin bumps.

So when Soundwave locked in the coordinates with a thumbs up Y/N moseyed through the ground bridge with the expectation of pressure. What they weren’t expecting was the feeling of every wire in their body to feel like it was being pulled and squeezed. And in the final moments of consciousness they wondered if this was what goosebumps felt like.

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Onlining with a sudden intake of air; Y/N opened their optics to the blinding light of the sun. A shudder passed through their frame as the strange sensation faded. A quick scan had shown that the bridge was successful and the coordinates had been reached.

With a groan they struggled to sit up and figure out just what in the pit had gone wrong.

“Y/N to base. Point of interest reached. Had a weird experience going through the bridge…any problems on your end?” Only static was their answer.

They tried hailing the base twice more before trying private coms.

“Soundwave? I’m at the drop point…you’re not answering base comms… is it safe to proceed?” No static but no answer either.

With a huff Y/N stood up and brushed themselves off in annoyance. The mines were only a half mile ahead; they could get the data, get out, and then figure out this slag.

With a renewed confidence they set off into the trees toward the mines.

….

This operation was bigger than they had expected. From a hidden distance Y/N watched on as bots scuttled to and from the caves loading up energon.

Something wasn’t right. These bots looked like the regular canon fodder of the autobot regime but Y/N couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. Curiosity won out over the uneasiness in their spark as they slid closer to an outlier of the group.

The pledged allegiance on their frame was very much autobot purple but in the shape of the decepticon symbol. With further investigation all of them shared the same mark in the same shade.

Y/N processor raced with a thousand scenarios; none of them good. Defectors? No. They had been so limited in resources and in conpower, why had these cons not notified the base they had landed and successfully taken over the autobot mine.

“Time to get out of here” Y/N muttered as they snuck back into the tree line.

Far enough away from the mines Y/N opened up their comms to Soundwave again with a bit of panic.

“Y/N to Soundwave… something is wrong the autobots at mine aren’t autobots… they’re decepticons but their marks are purple. I think the ground bridge might have glitched something. Tell Knockout I’m coming in as soon as I get back-“ their ramblings were cut off with the distinct whine of a cannon warming up.

Y/N helm swiveled to the left as they rolled out of the way of the singular blast.

Guns up they waited to see who emerged.

“Come out you coward!” Y/N shouted

Blue eyes was the first thing that they saw, then the face mask, followed by the red symbol making them do a double take.

Y/N knew exactly who this bot was and a cold terrified dread settled in their spark. Less blue; more yellow but this was Goldbug. One of Optimus Primes loyal commanders. Apparently Y/N had missed the paint change memo for both fractions.

Goldbug seemed to hesitate before eyeing the red Decepticon symbol on their chassis. Optics hardened as he raised his gun again and Y/N did the same.

Y/N wasn’t a fool. They knew their rank and knew they were severely outmatched against an autobot commander, so Y/N did the only thing in that moment they could do.

Fired at will and ran like the fallen was on their heels. With any luck Y/N would clip some part or down some tree to slow his progress.

*Part 2: coming sooner then later 😘

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Anybody have any prime or bayverse requests? Bored on a Sunday night and feel like writing

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OKAY BUT I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS WHEELJACK TO FLIRT WITH ME RIGHT

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Could you make a part two of the Ex-Decepticon reader x Bayverse Optimus? I love what you wrote for the original request and would love to read more about it

A couple of you have asked and it got away from me and it’s 2am 🥲 couple of little G1 references in there 👩🏻‍🍳 😘

She still hadn’t said thank you to Prime and there was no way in the Pit she was going to say sorry for her behavior. Even if she knew she was in the wrong. Not that she didn’t have 7 different opportunities to do so. Each one she had either ran or stood in the background frozen. And on one miserable occasion had almost knocked him clean off his pedes chasing after Sideswipe. She didn’t say sorry then either, consumed by the red haze of her own irritation.

Now she was with Bumblebee and the goofy looking red twin who’s name she couldn’t remember hiding behind a rock getting shot at by her former “friends”. Separated from the rest of the group. A terrible way to start a new cycle really.

A series of irritated beeps pulled her from her thoughts as rock continuously rained down on them.

“Give me another click, they still need to cool before I can go another round.” She said waving her hand around.

“That’s what she said!” the ugly looking minibot cackled and with a grunt she elbowed him hard enough to shove him out of the way from a rock bigger then himself collapsing on him.

“You go for Barricade. Aim for his left side, we didn’t have the resources to heal a bad hit he took a couple of years back. It still bugs him. I’ll take Starscream” A wary beep was her answer.

“He’s a cocky glitch who thinks just because he’s pretty and can fly he has the upper hand” charging up her guns she gave him a grin “but so am I”.

“You can fly!?!” The red one squaked in alarm.

“No” she said placing her hand on his head gently “Just pretty” then shifted her hand quickly grabbing him by the neck and launching him over their shelter. Quickly she followed his screams into battle as Bumblebee tailed after her.

It wasn’t hard to find Starscream or hear him rather. Screaming at her from a distance calling her all lovely sorts of names. Traitor ringing out the loudest. Shooting out a grappling hook she clipped his wing and gave a sharp tug yanking him out of the sky. He was always easier to fight when he was on ground.

Wasting no time she rushed toward the tree line where he had fallen guns glowing hot.

………….

Maybe she wasn’t just pretty, or she wasn’t going to be anymore if this kept going the way that it was. Self-confidence and a little wishful thinking had gotten her here and now she was mulling over some life decisions as Starscream monologued all her wrongs.

She had left the Decepticons because she saw that their violence would have no end. It had become erratic since Megatron’s death. Gone was the fragile order he held in place through fear and in its place backstabbing sabotage among the ranks. Starscream declared himself leader, Soundwave refused to work with anyone but the dead con, and somewhere in the darkness Shockwave was plotting. She just wanted to go home. Even if it was just a husk of what it had been when she was young.

“-and if it wasn’t for me pulling you from the wreckage you would be dead!! Left to rust in the remains of your home” He screeched

With a groan she tried to rise back up to her full height. “That was Skyfire who pulled me out you glitch.” she spat “Remember him?”

His optics flared red and with an angry shout he shot forward.

Impact was eminent and she stood her ground staring Starscream down; too tired to really make a move. But instead of a blow to the front of her chassis it came from her left side and knocked her clean out.

…….

Darkness and pain were no stranger to her but she could safely say she would rather take a shot to the chassis then to be run over by Optimus Prime ever again. She ached from her helm to her pedes and her side felt like it was pulsing.

As Prime had told it; Starscream had blown the entire forest into nothing and somehow they had ended up underground in an air pocket buried under the chaos awaiting evac.

Sitting there she felt less than useless as Prime fiddled with the channels to get a better connection.

Twisting back and forth she huffed but could find no angle or position that brought relief. Blue optics side eyeing her in her annoyance.

“Stop. You will make the bleeding worse” his baritone voice echoed in the small space. “Ratchet will arrive and tend to your wounds as soon as they are in range of our location” she could hear a tinge of frustration in his voice.

More huffing and a little more twisting she threw herself down onto her “good” side and laid her helm in the dirt staring at his pedes.

Closing her optics she listened to the sound of static until she jolted awake. Optimus had her by the shoulder and was kneeling down in front of her.

“You must remain conscious. You have lost too much Energon” he was pulling her upright but the motion made her feel nauseous. She weakly tried to bat his servo away but he caught it.

“Y/N”

She was doing her best to stay online. But her optics couldn’t focus and another shake brought her head lolling back against the wall.

She had never really been this close to him face to face but the more she looked she decided that she preferred the shade of blue his optics were over the blue of his paint.

“Thank you” she muttered turning her helm away.A silence followed.

“There is no need for thanks. I would not let you come to harm if it is in my power.”

What a change from the Decepticon quid pro quo. But now she felt even more like a fool and let out a chuckle and voiced it.

“Now I really feel like a piece of slag” she smiled at him fully. Let the Energon loss talk she thought “I meant for the hanger incident awhile back. I should have said thank you then. You didn’t have to help or maybe you did because of the humans but you helped me and you didn’t have to or you did have to…” she was rambling now and her thoughts became jumbled, so she stuttered on. “I’ve probably should have said thank you a thousand times over to your team and especially you but…” she couldn’t. It wasn’t in her nature but she was trying and Optimus must have seen it because she thought she felt the sensation of him squeezing her servo in his.

“You’re a welcome Y/N” he said with a quite smile and that intense stare.

Looking away again she made a humming sound.

“I’m tired” she said quietly with dimmed optics. The meaning was not lost on either of them. His servo tightened again.

“As am I, but we can not rest. Not yet.” He shifted to sit next to you shoulder to shoulder. “Would you like to hear a story?”

“Depends on what kind of story…” she mused.

“A story from my time in the hall of records” he said with a bit of pride.

“I thought I was supposed to stay awake?”She couldn’t help but let out a snort leaning into his shoulder.

“Perhaps a different one then…” he said looking down at her.

“Nah… tell me about your books and just nudge me if I start to power down.”

“If i am going to bore you to the point of offlining-“

“It’s not that” she yawned “it’s your voice. It’s soothing and could put anyone to sleep if you talked to long in that tone of yours” she would slap herself after they got out of this dirt hole and blame her loose glossia on the Energon loss.

A quite settled over them both before Optimus broke it.

“Very well” he chuckled and began his story.

And if she wasn’t in the state she was in she would say with almost 95% certainty he had just made his voice sound a little deeper.

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M I N E

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Scarlet Ties chapter 9 is up BAABYYYYY!

It's a long chapter so buckle up. Hope to see you there!

Megatron x reader (Soulmate AU)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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May I request Bayverse Ratchet with a Cybertronian s/o that's disabled?

Can you be more specific? :)

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Hi. Can i request Bayverse OP with a reader who is an ex decepticon? She joined the autobos recientlly so she is still used to the strict brutal mercyless lifestyle she had with Megatron and needs to learn how to be nice to humans

They’re everywhere. Scuttling about the base and none of them are following a pattern. Some stand in the middle of the room forcing others to go around them. Half of them aren’t even paying attention to where they’re going. Glued to tiny data pads and bending their necks at uncomfortable angles.

Moving from the place against the wall you’ve been standing against is no longer an option. You almost punted one of them across the base. The human had the audacity to look at you as if YOU were the one in the wrong.

It had been verbally beaten into you “NOT TO HARM THE HUMANS” by the bots and the humans in charge of this operation. If it could even be called that. Perhaps Megatron had this one right. Insects, but without the organization.

You let out a huff and scanned the hanger again. Unfortunately for you Optimus Prime was now rolling in with Bumble Bee in tow. They both transformed with ease, the humans unbothered and simply changing their directional path. A scowl made its way to your plates as you observed the humans.

“Y/N” Shifting your optics back up they made contact with the Prime. A nod would suffice as you acknowledged his presence hoping the interaction would end. But apparently the Fallen himself had it out for you as Optimus made his way over.

“Colonel Lennox has reported that you have been standing here for some time…is everything alright” you could hear him but you were more focused on the humans moving around him as your scowl deepened.

“Y/N?” He called again.

“How are you doing that?” You questioned snapping your head back up. Red optics narrowing in on blue ones. And when his eyes narrowed on you, you became struck with a sense of alarm that you may have overstepped.

“Apologies Prime” you hurried out and standing up a little straighter. “These… humans… I find it difficult to walk among them…literally”. Had you spoken like you just had to Prime to any superior in the Decepticon rank you would be choking on dirt 10 seconds ago.

A thoughtful look overtook Optimus’s face as he looked down at you, and the fear faded.

“I suppose I have been among them for so long I no longer think about it” his voice rumbled. “ I would suggest trying to move away from the wall, but you are welcome to try and side step your way out of the hanger” his attempt at a joke landed flat and your annoyance was bubbling to the surface under your plates.

“Tried that earlier” you all but snarled. “For all the good it did, one of them almost went splat on the wall over there” you continued and waved in a vague direction. Some of the humans meandering around you looked up in shock. But a quick flare of your optics had them running.

“Y/N”

If he said your name one more time In such an admonishing tone you were going to stomp your way out of here, human casualties and all.

“Come” his hand was extended out to you and you looked at it as if he had just slapped you back to Cybertron.

“Absolutely not” you huffed out “I will sooner crawl from here then hold your hand like a sparkling” crossing your arms and looking anywhere but at him.

“It was not an offer to hold my hand, but to guide you from the room” it was dawning on you that he was now finding this to be entertaining. A quick side eye and you could see there was a hint of smile.

Heat rushing up to your face plates you let out a strangled noise.

“Frag this” you swatted at his hand and took 5 hurried steps away before you clipped one of those small human carts sending papers flying and a human cursing and scrambling to get out of the way. Now everyone was staring and you were front and center.

A panic over took your processor and you began to lock up at all the unwanted attention. Until a hand was at your back and pushing you forward into the sun.

Blinded for a moment, you let the tension bleed away from your frame. When you were finally ready to turn around and thank Optimus he was already entering back into the hanger and away from you.

Rather then embarrassing yourself again; you shifted into your alt mode and sped away to some reclusive part of the base away from the humans and Optimus Prime.

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H/c for Mtmte Rung,Rodimus,and Tailgate with a human S/o who snorts when they laugh.

All of them are startled when they first hear it.

Rodimus has more of a “wtf was that” reaction and presses you to explain how you even made the noise by imitating it. It ends up sounding like he’s choking because robots can’t snort. This pushes you into hysterical laughter, snorting even more. To onlookers you both look insane.

Rung takes it in and moves on gracefully with no comment. If your the type to apologize he would tell you that it’s unnecessary and finds it to be a endearing. He doesn’t think himself the joking or funny type so whenever he does cause you to snort while laughing it gives him a bit of confidence in your relationship.

Tailgate is loving it and beyond ecstatic that he’s found out this trait of yours. It’s cute and he’s the source of your laughter. He cranking out one liners every chance he gets. His goal is to up the amount of snorts he can get out of you with each joke.

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ALRIGHT WE NEED SOME WHEELJACK UP IN HERE. Headcanons of TFP Wheeljack reacting to a cybertronian flirting with him? And eventually becoming his S/O?

- Wheeljack is smooth and he’s always got a comeback, a zinger or if all else falls a couple of explosives with a half assed plan.

- Ultra Magnus arrives with his book of regulations and another bot who looks far too pristine to have seen any of the war.

-He thinks your interest in him at first is solely for the purpose of relaying info to Magnus. Even when you ask him for a ride in the Jack Hammer he is suspicious but agrees.

-When he returns from his jaunts your always among the first to go and greet him. A big smile and a shout of “Jackie!” Sometimes even beating Bulkhead to the punch.

Wheeljack has once again busted up his ship. The paint chipped or scratched away on most parts of it. Never mind the thruster that’s basically hanging on by a handful of wires. He’s crouched down examining it when he hears footsteps.

He knows your approach by the sounds of your quick steps. Always eager to see what mishap he’s gotten himself into. As always you only stop when your within arms reach of him.

You let out a long hum.

“It’s not too bad.” And as the fates would have it, as soon as your comment drops so does the thruster hanging by the handful of wires.

You flinch but Wheeljack just lets out a sigh and stands from his crouch.

“Not as bad as I’ve seen it but still gonna need a paint job… thinking of maybe giving it some new colors. Something bright so the cons have a chance to run when they see me comin’” he says with a cocky grin.

“What’s wrong with these colors?” You ask but he’s moved on to inspecting another part of the ship.

“Ehhh… kind of plain don’t you think?” He says picking at some of chipped paint.

“I like them” you say from behind him.

The ship is plain. It’s grey white with a handful of red and green streaks. Maybe Magnus has stomped out your creativity too. When he turns around to say as much your not even looking at the ship.

It takes him a moment to process why your even looking at him when it clicks. Immediately it’s followed by how much of a bolts for brains slag head he might be and that he’s lacking one of his creative comebacks.So he stalls.

“You like these colors huh?” He’s now giving you his full attention. Something you’ve been pining for for months, and now that you have it you can feel your face plates heating up.

“Well … yes. I think they complement each other. It gives off a certain…” you trailed off to ponder your next words.

“Allure…” you finish and he’s now standing directly in front of you.

“Allure huh?” He chuckles and your sure his voice is deeper somehow. “You sure have a thing for the Jackhammer to be throwing out compliments like that” He’s gazing down at your with half lidded optics. there is no way you’re going to make it through this conversation without combusting.

“Of course! You should keep it exactly the way it is” you stammer realizing your vocal pitch is all over the place. And his grin slowly begins to take shape.

“Maybe I’ll throw in some Y/C… might be nice to see all those colors together” He realizes it’s not his best line but he’s pretty sure it’s hit the mark because your fans are starting to kick it up a notch. He snakes his hand around your wrist to pull you in a bit closer.

You go to open your mouth but Magnus’s booming voice nearly launches you out of your plates.

“Y/N!” And suddenly he’s in the room with the both of you and Wheeljack has tightened his grip on your wrist so you can’t move too far. And of course Magnus locks in on it.

Offlining would be a mercy at this point as your mentor seems to be intent on chopping off Wheeljacks hand with his gaze alone.

“You have duties to attend to correct?” You recognize the order in his voice and you respond with a hurried “yes sir” before pulling away from Wheeljack.

As you pass by Magnus you hear him begin to follow you out. Though Jackie’s voice rings loud and clear out across the bay.

“Catch you later sweet spark! I think having Y/C on my hood would look real nice”

If your fans weren’t so loud you could probably hear Magnus’s teeth cracking.

AN- I head cannon that my man lays it on thick once he gets the hint. Sometimes it might be corny but other times… vroom vroom. He’s the kind of mech who likes to see his s/o get flustered first so prepare yourself for him to go 0 to 100 real quick 😭

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It’s been a minute ya’ll but if you’ve got any TFP/Bayverse stuff send it my way. My transformers muse is flowing

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Hi there! May I request a TFP! Ratchet with a Cybertronian s/o who really likes giving him kisses when they're alone? Thank you so much, and also, your blog is amazing! Keep doing what you do because you're great!

AN: slight implications

The main hanger in the base is empty save for Ratchet. He’s typing away and running his tests unaware of the time. When his s/o enters the hanger he does not even notice.

They’re leaning in the door way simply watching him scrunch his face plates and let a sigh out in frustration. Mumbling nonsense under his vents. Pin pointing these artifacts have put a strain on him that even the others are starting to notice.

A shifting of movement out of the corner of his optic catches his attention and he turns his helm slightly to notice you making your way across the hanger to him. Your servo brushed his shoulder as you continue past him to another room. A brief sense of disappointment touches his spark as he turns back to his research.

He’s lost track of time. It could be hours or minutes before he feels a servo on his shoulder; someone invading his space and a cube of energon is placed on the table.

“Drink this please” his s/o mutters and kisses the underside of his chin. His own arm is quick to warp around their waste. To hold them close in a rare moment of stillness. His vents let out a long exhale and he looks down to them to stare into their optics.

“I will when this finishes loading…” he continues to watch them as a small frown begins to form at the corners of their plates.

“Then I will wait with you” at their deceleration Ratchet let’s put a frustrated puff and let’s his arm slip.

He begins to rant and wildly gesture at the terminal as you remain in place as he tells you how long this could take. Some would describe him as stubborn as rust, but you see the passion and dedication he has for autobot cause. But enough is enough for tonight. You reach out and place your digit on his lips immediately silencing him. Raising to your peds so your almost optic level you whisper “enough” and let your lips replace your digit.

The kiss is firm as you lean into him. You swipe your glossia over his bottom lip as he lets a startled noise. Your quick to remove your self from him and he would never admit to leaning in for more but you place your servo on his chest to stop him. A sly smile graces their face as they begin to turn away.

“It will finish without you standing there all night” a pause in their words but not their steps as they look over their shoulder. “much how I will if you don’t join me in the berth” they chirp with a cheshire smile and disappears.

Ratchet is left standing there with his wires in a twist and a pleasant buzz under his plates. His gaze drifts to the terminal and knows this will not be finished till tomorrow afternoon. In a quick motion he downs the cube and is swift to follow them. Their laugh echoing down the halls beckoning him further.