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Day 7: Free Prompt – WFC Megatron is alone.
AND A SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER!!!!
That’s the end of Minimegs Week!!! It’s been so, so amazing this year, thank you so much to everyone who participated!!!!
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Here’s a link to all my MiniMegs 2020 fics and that’s all for this year folks, thanks for reading!
SHATTERD GLASS TIME
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Day seven- the luckiest number and so this is my fluffiest fic. enjoy a moment between to guys being dudes, dudes being bros, bros being gay
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Minimegs Week: Day 6!
Prompt: AU/FU
SG Minimegs Dancing!
Bonus: Yet another playlist!
Day 6!! This one is a little far out, SG!PUNK!HUMAN! AU, specifically based off something i witnessed in my very own secondary school. ✨
No warnings, just mild swearing and pining.
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“Get your bloody hands off him, NOW!”
The two taller boys, finely dressed in rugby uniforms stared dumbfounded at the tiny pink punk who had just shouted up at them like he held the power of Gods in his two gloved hands. . Minimus Ambus, from the year above. Known for his .. interesting fashion choices and fuck-off attittude. And apparently today he didn’t like how they were holding Megatron by the arms and trying to force him backwards into a bin. Not that Megatron was moving per se, he was strong enough to hold himself but two on one was never a favourable position.
“Cheers, Mims, really, but i think it’s fi-” Megatron was cut off as one of the boys let go of his grey jacket and moved towards Minimus. Minimus himself simply glared back up at him, his posture straight and arms folded defiantly over his chest. The dark eyeliner that adorned the underside of his eyes made his orbs pop, and Megatron forgot where he was for a moment as he stared forwardly at the shortest member of this current altercation. If looks could kill, the lad would be dead.
“And what are you gunna do about it, midget? Stab me with one of your little pin badges, try and step on me with your wee little black boots?” He jeered, making the other boy still holding Megatron laugh. However Megatron wasn’t laughing. Although Minimus was in the year above him, he had grown a sort of… appreciation for him. A respect of sorts. Anything else was just admiration, as he told himself multiple times.
One man down, Megatron swiftly bonked the wannabe bully on the head with his free arm and sent him backward, all while Minimus boiled.
A strand of Minimus’ dyed hot pink and dark brown hair fell over his eyes as he took a step back and began to slide his leather jacket off and over his shoulders. Nearly every inch of the material was studded with some form of political patchwork, pins or immaculately sewn lines where the leather had been torn. This left him with just the school uniform shirt, trousers and thick platform leather boots which were his current pride and joy. Minimus took a certain pleasure in breaking as many uniform rules as he could, and in times like now it came perfectly in hand.
“Did you have shoulder pads in that mingin’ jacket? You look even smaller than before-” The taller lad taunted. He had noticed Megatron had practically knocked his mate out, but was determined to stand his ground. Megatron’s sour expression was softened as Minimus, quick and lithe and irrefutable, stepped forward in a flash and swung his leg up, giving his current opponent a sharp kick in the bollocks with one mighty boot.
He crumpled to the floor, hand flying to his groin as Minimus went to go and collect his jacket. Megatron was suddenly very glad he hadn’t intervened. He caught up to him as Minimus began to walk away, shrugging his jacket back on.
“Thank you,” He mused sincerely, walking a little behind Minimus at first before the smaller of the too slowed his pace and walked beside him. After a moment of silence Minimus’ removed his black fingerless gloves and stored them safely inside the pockets of his jacket before entwining his arm with Megatron’s own and holding onto him as they walked, resting his pink head on the larger man’s arm as they walked.
“That twat scuffed my boots,” he hummed, looking down at the black leather and pink laces that currently protected his feet. Megatron just nodded, knowing his thanks had been accepted - even if it was indirectly.
“But you know I can deal with them myself. I’m not very popular around their half of the school, I know, but-“
“I know. But wasn’t it fun?” Minimus interjected, an unabashed smile adorning his features that made Megatron’s face light up and soft pink cover his check. The larger of the two nodded as the turned a corner, heading to the library, dreading the unlink of their arms.
“Come with me later; I want to show you something.” He chimed to Megatron as they walked. Dates on top of abandoned bridges, their legs dangling over the edge and nothing but the black drop beneath them, hands clasped together as they adored the setting sun wasn’t what Megatron had pictured - but he’d later calucate the stars for that night and frame them in memory.
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Title: D-16 Chapter 4: Ghost Melodies
Summary: Megatron thought that no record of Minimus Ambus existed. He was wrong.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One, The Transformers (Cartoon Generation One)
Relationships: Megatron/Minimus Ambus, Dominus Ambus & Minimus Ambus, Megatron & Soundwave
Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Minimus Ambus, Dominus Ambus, Soundwave (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers)
Additional Tags: First Meetings, Escape, Functionalism (Transformers), Megatron before he was Megatron, Pre-Decepticon Minimus, How to break a miner out of a mine in 3 easy steps, Shades of IDW, Insomnia, Pining, Confessions, Love Confessions, Starscream is Starscream, Decepticon Minimus, And yet more insomnia
Minimegs Week Day 6: AU/FU
Human AU but they're camping and it's cold.
Minimegs Week Day 7: Free Prompt
Going with size difference Theres something special about being lifted in one hand for a kiss.
Minimegs Week: Day 7!
Prompt: Free Prompt
Based off a silly headcannon of mine that when you conjunx someone in a noble house, you’ll be given their family insignia (in this case, an Ambus ‘mustache’)
Bonus:
sort of a… Different minimegs :3c
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25832509/chapters/63006145
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Day 6: AU/FU – WFC Magnus dies by the hand of one he might have loved, a long time ago. He deserves a second chance.
WFC AU TIME CAUSE MAGNUS DESERVES BETTER LETS GOOOOOOOOO
MiniMagsWEEK: Day 6
AU
Nerds reading poetry.
First time using digital so be patient t.t
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day five is late but Its still here aint it
Minimegs week day 6, since it’s AU, I had to go with humanformers so here’s Mieszko and Minesh posin for a couples portrait!
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day 5: intimacy/vulnerability
nothing more intimate than to have a sword plunged through your chest by the man you love
