i have decided on a car alt mode (yes it is a little because of the car's name lol)
some fun facts:
> messenger/delivery bot before the war, really enjoyed their job - they had an opportunity to visit many interesting places
> generally liked by others because of their easy personality, however, they tend to keep to themselves
> despite indifferent facial expression, internally, they could be screaming form anxiety and others would not notice but those who know them better can tell what they're feeling - their finials are very expressive! (and sensitive! be cautious :))
> fraction insignia would be placed on the lower part of their chassis, between the lights (i did kinda forgot to include that in the drawing...)
> (inspired by the choosen alt mode) they're pretty fast, definitely way faster than regular Cybertronian, which is a good quality for a messenger!
> unfortunately, not very skilled in fighting nor do they like using violence but can kick some aft if necessary
> they're not noticed much by other bots which gives them an opportunity to hear on some interesting gossip (kinda like taxi drivers lol)
> they're on the younger side (started working not long before the war but was there when Optimus was still an archivist)
> speaking about the archivist - they had a chance to get to know Orion Pax a little when being on delivery in Iacon (in versions where he was one at least)
> to most, they just seem like regular chill bot but there is more to them than meets the eye ;)
imagine a gn bot reader, that isn't of being flirty, flamboyant, and a tease, they were practically the opposite?
kind of like Prowl, I suppose, but less. . . cop. And no tax net.
However, I need to see Decepticons practically drooling over an Autobot who has killed many with a cold look, and a pretty frame.
the Autobots are bewildered (some are into it)
✎"Indulge" GN Autobot Reader x (TFP) Decepticons
⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ You're hot and can and will kill them.
⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Mature but not explicit. Cons being thirsty over Powerhouse Autobot reader
⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Non con fantasies across the board (sans Star, BD, DW), violence, Cons being cons (evil), Medical/experimentation allusions in Shockwave’s
⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Autobot Reader is a power house, Reader seems “detached” but does care about their allies a lot, uses of "Pretty", "Handsome" and "Beauty" about reader, Airachnid has thoughts about Arcee too in her fantasizing, Reader can be shockingly stealthy- they don’t know how you “pop out of seemingly nowhere” (Which is a bit funnier if you imagine yourself as a bigger bot like myself did lol)
⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ You, you’re, yours
If Prime isn’t on the battlefield for any reason Megatron at least knows he’ll get a worthy fight if you're there. It's also tantamount to accepting failure on a mission if he allows you to operate freely on the battlefield unchecked. He knows only Soundwave or himself stands a proper chance of infringing on your objectives in a fight. Simultaneously irksome and exhilarating, the fact that you're such a capable warrior. A mech of few words that knows what they want. And that’s to snuff his spark. He's more than once attempt to play into your good graces- with words and promises. It was always futile. He'd offered to once give you anything you'd wanted if you joined The Decepticons. You'd asked "anything?" To which Megatron assured.
You'd then proceeded to ask him to die for you before rushing him yet again. He can't help but admire the pragmatism.
It reminds him of the arena- the pit. But more akin to his earlier years. When he was still finding his strive. Having to stay on guard, lest he be killed by one misjudgment on an attack aimed right for him. The brutality of your strikes. The way you come after him with the sole intention of killing him. It's not one he faces very often with Prime. No... you're a warrior through and through. You're ruthless. Especially so for an Autobot. But the ruthless core of your actions is simply a by product of your cold disposition. A detached indifference to the energon you spill, and the damage you deem necessary to inflict on another mech. Truly, a one mech army. A commendable opponent and one well deserving of his time.
Your looks are simply another discrepancy to your lethality. Most bots who are that up on their own up keep, tended to be vain. Not willing to risk serious damage to their frame (like Knock-out). But instead they simply sat as an accessory to your status as a fighter. He'd taken note of it the first time you'd fought- it had lead to his downfall when he'd made the very lethal mistake of underestimating you. Megatron has entertained the thought of his victory over you. Of beating you truly and claiming you utterly and thoroughly. Occasionally envisioning Prime there having to watch what he does to one of his mechs. Or even desecrating you as completely as possible. Breaking your modesty panel off of you, leaving his trace on every plate of yours, and discarding your battered and used frame for Prime to find.
There were certainly a prime number of choices- ones Megatron had zero qualms in indulging. And none he wouldn't hesitate to put into practice when he finally bests you.
Call Starscream every name In the book! He knows not to take chances with you around. And he doesn’t feel bad about being insulted over his rightful caution. Especially not when Decepticons that didn’t take the same cautions, were woefully unprepared for the damn force of nature you were on the battlefield. Most either being injured badly enough to know to never make the same mistake again. Or they certainly never would, because you’d deactivated them and didn’t allow them the second chance to begin with. He will retreat as quickly as possible considering whatever circumstances he finds himself in with you in proximity to him. No! He does not squeal when you show up out of seemingly nowhere- Knock-out! He's simply- surprised you are as well- covert as you were. That's all!
He'll fight you if he has to of course. (When turning his back on you was much more dangerous than facing you helm on.) He feels like he's been forced into a spar with Megatron! He's on his heels and doing his damnedest just to survive. You don't even dignify him with hello- or "stop right there con-!" No, nothing! He can't fluster you into giving him even a micro fraction of leeway. You still have that cold detached expression on your faceplate regardless of what he says. The only thing he has if you pin him, is utterly and completely groveling and begging. Pleading for mercy is the only thing that gives you slight hesitancy in just outright killing him. And it is groveling on a level that Starscream barely ever even employs with Megatron. His optics might be leaking coolant. Though you always leave him alive when he refuses to fight you back- you also always brutalize him. You without fail sever his connection to his own wings. A fate he's had to multiple times suffer the long repair of. (The fragging agony of-!). A servo full of times was more than enough for an entire function for Starscream!
And yes there is some rather telling... discrepancy between your looks and your lethality. But attractive faceplate and frame aside- any mech has the capability of being lethal. He's attempted to praise you for said looks to appease you (to no avail). And perhaps- perhaps mind you, Starscream occasionally... reflects in a more perverse manner. His thoughts tend to drift towards servitude. Not to you! No- no-! Of you to him. Of you seeing the error of your Autobot thinking and simply- pledging your loyalty to him. Swearing servitude to him. On your knees and servos willing to do anything to please him. Having a mech such as yourself to his beck and call, only concerned with anything you could do to satisfy his ideals, his plans, his needs. To have such a powerful bot readily following his every command. It is quite the... thrilling fantasy to indulge in.
It's not something Starscream ever entertains seriously- only on very lonely charge heavy nights. Because surly there was no chance you'd never have an epiphany of such a drastic sort. But there's no harm in a mech having ideals... now is there?
He sees you sometimes before he even hears you. Which is a fact in it of itself to how dangerous you were. Soundwave didn't know how you did it. You were just as cybertronian as the rest of them. Yet it was hard to hear your mass- even the ever light sound of your plating shifting. Even after this long at war he still has trouble pin pointing your exact location, before you deliberately make yourself known. Full sneak attacks are only something he ever has to worry about because of your existence. The reason he'll stay on his pedes outside of The Nemesis when you could be anywhere. There aren't many who can match him on the field. There were even less who could actively make Soundwave work as physically hard as you do.
There's a bit of a thrill to it all, having a competent opponent. It is a minuscule amount of enjoyment mind you. The only reason he leaves The Nemesis is when he has a mission. Mission that you have no problem or hesitancy in blocking or even destroying his progress on. You are the biggest problem above Optimus Prime himself. Simply because Optimus Prime will focus on Megatron if he has to choose between him or Soundwave. While you will make the effort to fight both of them simultaneously to keep either one of them from leaving your focus. It's the closest he's come to seeing you fighting up hill. But you still never allow either of them to inflict lethal damage onto you. A small part of himself has vowed to beat you. He does note he has the least amount of audio recordings of your vocalizor saved out of any of the Autobots. Even less than your medic. He doesn’t know why that very fact irks him.
The fact that you're a rather attractive bot hasn't been one he's paid too much attention to. For the first couple of decades you've been an enemy to The Decepticons anyway. The longer you proven yourself a problem- the longer you prove yourself a major player in the war; the more noticeable the fact becomes. At this stage of the war on earth, Soundwave has more than once (on his down time and privacy), envisioned a proper victory over you. Since it's fantasy and no more he let's himself indulge on not immediately killing you. Instead holding you down with his servos and body weight, before using his prehensile cables to explore over your frame. Explore your array too. Making a point to use the recordings of your own allies voices to splice some choice mockery; Over the state you've become.
Fantasy is fantasy. Soundwave knows and he knows he wouldn't hesitate to properly take care of you if he ever had the opportunity to deactivate you... surely he would.
There's bots she knows she should be wary of and bots Airachnid knows she needs to be very prepared for if she's going to cross them. You fit slotted perfectly in the latter category. You were merciless, unforgiving, and determined... A mech after her own spark. Troublesome that you were cross faction from one another. She finds she'd more than likely enjoy your interactions if you'd both bore the same badge- at a point in time anyway. What with her solo work. But wistful and rather pointless daydreaming aside- she has a strut to pick with you. As do you her, though you seem to treat any enemy with the exact level of violence you deem necessary. Oh, it is a marvel to watch you work through mechs. Less so being the one on the receiving end of your icy glare. But she was a hard bot to pin down.
She rather finds herself growing frustrated when you utterly and truly do not seem too emotional invested in much of anything. Though the ferocity in which you attack shows anything but. Which in turn only annoys her further, the longer she begins to even consider the very notion that you'd find her not worth your emotions. But you care. Oh, you care. About your team mates. She's seen the look in your optics when you'd last rescued Arcee right before Airachnid could sink her claws into her spark chamber. Your expression much the same as always, but the look in your optics was ferocious. Like a beast more than a mech staring her down and daring her to run so you can give chase. She finds herself having to make solutions on the very spot lest she actually be captured and slaughtered for sport. It's a touch exhilarating- a pain absolutely. But the rush she gets when she realizes she'd gotten away from you. Oh, it is delicious.
She's used to being the hunter, not the hunted. Oh, but you? You're no prey. You're a predator. She might even say apex if she was feeling so generous. Something she laments when you've clearly got such a lovely "coat". The things she could do to you. The things she would do to you given the proper chance. She'd play with you. And she would thoroughly enjoy her time pulling you apart plate- by plate. How you'd squirm. How you'd gasp. How you'd groan. How you'd beg. She would indulge but she wouldn't kill you however. No, you were a prize fair enough and a tribulation great enough- she'd keep you. As her personal pet. You should feel honored, truly. A title in her vorns of function she's only ever entertained bestowing Arcee. She'd keep both of you as her lap cyberhounds if she was ever given the opportunity to do so. Airachnid has-… practice breaking new projects in. She would just positively adore breaking her two personal pet projects in.
Details- and options. So so many options on how she could play with you if you did end up in her claws. Till then she can make note of her ideals as a diligent reminder.
Knock Out utterly despises you. Yes, dangerous, a menace in a fight. With a cold calculated nature that’s much more in tune with a hardened Con than any soft sparked Autobot. (And soft sparked you were anything but.) And most of all Knock out cannot forgive the outrageous fact that you look that good while doing all of it. Knock out likes to play with his food but you tend not to dally in any way. Strikes and coming after them (himself included) as soon as you’d gotten the opportunity to make yourself a problem for them. Cold and to the point, no affection for talking or some good fashioned banter. Gaze sharp and not even dignifying any of them with a proper emotional reaction. As if Knock out wasn’t worth the effort to give him anything other than that cold calculated gaze of yours.
It infuriated Knock out more than he’d let anyone know.
But petty spite and hang ups aside Knock out was still a medic. One of the best The Decepticons had to offer, clearly. And certainly no slouch in a fight or with his energon prod. But a medic none the less. He was far from a push over in a fight. But Knock out wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d be able to take you down with anything other than luck and a very good shot. He’s seen you get into it with Megatron himself. Megatron actually gets excited when he sees you in a fight. That is an automatic "No thank you" from him. So he delegates himself to not sticking around when and if you make yourself known in a fight. Because you weren’t worth the helm ache and the utterly egregious amount of damage you can and will deliver upon him given the opportunity.
Though Knock out was an opportunist. And even he couldn't deny exactly how fetching your frame and chassis were, aesthetically anyway. He's not exactly shy in his admiring. You don't exactly seem to mind, and if you did you haven't made a point to say anything about it. (Or increase the already present brutality in your actions.) He does fantasize about getting a hold of you. Maybe after Megatron got a lucky shot. Or some other extremity that allowed your capture. Regardless, you end up in Knock out’s grasp either way. And he would thoroughly take his up most care in positively ruining your paint job. Both in salacious ways and also maybe in more sadistic methods of indulgence. Finishing his work off with carving "Knock out was here" with a claw either on your inner thigh or directly above your modesty panel.
Knock-out positively adored breaking things up and taking them apart. Even more so when he breaks something pretty and handsome all at the same time. How invigorating it is to watch premium bots fall oh so very low...
It’s the drum of the fight that keeps Breakdown going when the energon starts spilling like a broken undercarriage, more often than not. He keeps going, he keeps fighting, he survives. And he counts his deeds and his damages after every fight. To keep himself ready for the inevitable next. But all the prep in the sparkdamn world, still wouldn’t make him feel like he’s ever actually ready to go pede to pede with you on the battlefield. But slag rarely ever cared if you actually were ready or not to fight for your fragging survival in war. So Breakdown grits his denta and does his damnedest to not get turned into scrap, when you decide to clash with him. Breakdown wasn’t a rookie, he was a wrecker for frags sake. He's been a front liner long after that. So he knew a thing or two about fighting and his way around a war zone.
And despite that all Breakdown still feels like he’s treading water to stay functional whenever your cold optics lock onto him. Your demeanor compared to your frame might be jarring to some- well, he knows better. Especially when he’s worked with Knock out for however many vorns and seen how sadistic the medic can be when he wants to. That an attractive frame didn’t mean slag about the bot actually strutting around in it- Airachnid is another example of the same fragging thing. Sure, it’s a bit of a trip up seeing how good you can look practically slathered in energon. And your weapon still brandished promising to add to the amount you were already drenched in. But Breakdown isn’t dumb enough to let it distract him when those optics of yours are trained right on him.
In terms of fantasy- okay maybe maybe Breakdown lets himself indulge in a little bit of his imagination when he actually has the time to treat himself. How that frame of yours might look even better underneath his own. Him actually managing to break that cold expression always on your faceplate with how he uses you. He thinks you'd look sweet with that cold look fragged out of you. Or maybe your weapon underneath his own chin. And you ordering him on his knees in the middle of a battlefield with only the two of you left on it. But again Breakdown isn’t fragging stupid enough to let them be anything other than late night fantasies. You’ll just be his... dirty little self service secret. It's also why he keeps his mouth shut when he hears Knock out growl "Oh, the things I would do to them-!" Under his vents after a class with you.
Breakdown can deal with his attraction to Airachnid or any other con just fine. But… you were the sinfully sweet thing caught underneath his armor he didn't have a problem keeping hidden (for himself only anyway.)
There are many opponents Dreadwing has heard the tale of through the Decepticon ranks. The Prime himself the most exalted and hated- scorned. For what he is. For what he represents. For what he is not. But you? You were spoken of with fear. Tales from bots seemingly haunted by the mere encounter. Tales from those bragging about having simply survived crossing paths with you. The ones most taken by fear would speak quickly and in a panic, hushed words. As if you were some fictional pit spawn. (And not a real tangible enemy, any of them may face.) As if somehow you would hear the words your enemies spoke of you. As if you would hear the hearsay spoke within the ranks from wherever you presently were; and hunt them down yourself for the mere transgression of slander. He always scoffed at the notion- tales were tales for a reason. They were built on speculation and emotion- and in this case gossip.
Though be that as it may, Dreadwing would have done well to heed the many warnings told to him time and time again. He may have been at least a fraction more prepared. When he had learned that monsters from tales are typically inspired by the horrors of reality. You'd almost killed him- he was woefully unprepared and had even underestimated you; when he had seen with his own optics that you were a real mech. Not a ounce of pity or even scorn on your faceplate when your were halfway through ripping his spark out. Covered in his and other troops energon. He was only saved when your attention was driven elsewhere- when Megatron had gotten a hold of your ally. You abandoned him immediately to rescue them. Dreadwing learned well enough never to allow his guard to drop around you, lest he be killed on the spot. A frightful opponent and one well deserving of the tales spun of them.
Your... appearance he will admit rather shamefully was a part of the reason he had underestimated you as much as he had. Yes, you were clearly capable- with the energon you had spilled and the weapon you brandished unflinching at him. But there was a particular... credence to a way warriors had a tendency to look. A mold you did not entirely fit- a bot he would believe he would have seen on an advertisement when Cybertron was still populated and functional to a degree. Maybe a film. Not one he would be actively struggling not to perish to. With a faceplate that is something even he would- in the privacy of his thoughts- admit to finding... attractive. The ferocity and danger of your being only seemed to accentuate your beauty. A plague on his thoughts off the battlefield. And on it when he has a particularly close encounter with you. He does not indulge too much- (you were a filthy Autobot after all!) But even Dreadwing can't help his thoughts wandering when he self services to take the edge off. Your derma, the shape of your frame, that sharp cutting gaze of yours. Your very being a bewitching, perilous, and handsome call.
The very fatal attraction that Dreadwing simply cannot seem to shake in his more heated lunar cycles of privacy. It threatens to haunt him and cause his own demise.
There are a multitude of bots who need to be kept on high surveillance on the battlefield and off the battlefield. Powerful figures who can turn the tides of battle, and who are to be treated with caution. Mechs who are of high interest and high resource deficit to handle. Optimus Prime was the second Autobot on Shockwave's priority list. The first Autobot on his priority list would be you. You were a stalwart in the Autobot faction and had been for the entirety of your enlisting. Cunning, efficient, and hazardous to any Decepticon you deemed your opponent. A helmache to him when you would turn your attention onto him. Or his projects, if Shockwave happened to be your objective. A mech he will not hesitate to shoot first if he registers you in his peripheral. His chances of survival drastically decrease if he would entertain anything less.
Your pragmatism is something that- bothers his allies to a... substantial degree. In Shockwave’s case he recognizes the mutual comprehension, you seem to wordlessly share with one another. Even as enemies. You are going to strive to kill him. He is going to fight while simultaneously attempting to do the same to you. There is nothing less or more to bother with. Unless you are aiming to destroy his progress or projects. In which case he will need to be twice as proactive to prevent total destruction of his works. Something you have... no grievances in partaking in. The efficiency in which you are capable of operating that particular endeavor leaves Shockwave a touch... irritated. He can't recall any other bot who's made him squeeze his own fist harsh enough he’s popped a digit joint lose.
Neither can he recall himself even- entertaining more then necessary procedures. He's well aware it would be a waste of time. He would kill you first and foremost if he had the opportunity. However, rather perplexingly, Shockwave finds himself becoming- fixated. On particular opportunities he could partake in if Lord Megatron left you as his responsibility after you'd been subdued. Perhaps Shockwave would be- given the order by Lord Megatron to... Indulge. Something Shockwave has found Lord Megatron had a frequency of doing- employing acts for seemingly nothing more than… his own sadism. The possibility was quite high considering Lord Megatron’s pension for such decisions. Logically Shockwave had taken it on himself to then find what would account as “Indulgence” under such a hypothetical order. Opening you up and mapping out your internals would be a possible conclusion. To find out the logistics of what made you such a competent soldier. What he could not see on the surface with only his base optical output. What made you, you.
What made you whole.
… Shockwave believes he may be able to fulfill such an order to Indulge when he imagines your faceplate overwhelmed and your optics brightened. Responding to his touch and his experimental- maintenance.
I found that depicting y/n's appearance in third person is unavoidable, so I thought of a way—what if I only outline some lines? Like leaving some space for imagination! So I decided to take this direction for a new attempt, not sure how you all feel about it?
The reason I drew this is that when I was replaying tfp, I found Optimus neck to be simply beautiful…! (Although I struggled a lot while drawing and it went through quite a bit of post-processing, I can say that the post-processing improved my skills😂), so let's do something about his neck…😎
( I used a translator, and I hope there are no misunderstandings.
Could i request some general headcannons about various mechs (tfp) with a way taller reader? 🙏
Just like how they feel about it or if they allow you to pick them up etc (maybe even about having a sparkling thats also taller than them 💀)
Choice of who is all yours as long as soundwave is included
♡ [TFP] CONS WITH A TALLER S/O & sparkling!!!
i love this ask and thought it was kinda cute and funny... anon, i love you for this mwah. my first time answering an ask yay
warnings: mildly suggestive
including: Megatron, Soundwave, Starscream, Shockwave and Knockout
Megatron:
— He's not sure what to feel about it. At all. On one hand, he absolutely despises having to crane his helm up to see you. The warlord wasn't used to it in the slightest at the start and it took a long time to get accustomed to it. After all, he's usually the biggest mech in the room.
— But at the same time, he believes he deserves the best. A bot who can match up with him when it comes to strength and dominance, he finds it more thrilling that way. So he isn't exactly upset about it.
— Just because you're his s/o doesn't mean he'll be soft on you in public! It's hysterical to watch him bark out orders as he's tilting his helm up to meet your gaze. And don't you dare hunch your backstruts down to make it easier for him! He will visibly scowl. It's like you're insulting him for being short when you're just too damn big!
— Pick him up? Don't be ridiculous! He will never let anyone pick him up. Even if you were Primus himself. The only time Megatron willingly lets himself get carried away by you is if he's that injured. Even then, the best you can do is support him as he limps.
— But him, carrying you? Oh ho ho ho. He has the exact opposite feeling about it. Megatron loves it. It's like he gets to show off just how strong he is and he is insanely strong. He loves having you full on bridal style in his servos with a look of disapproval as he's got a cocky smile flashing right at you.
— If you try to surprise him, his battle instinct will flare and he will absolutely one hundred percent accidentally hit you smack across your helm and send you flying half way through The Nemesis. Megatron would be baffled you even attempted such a thing and might even feel a little bad about it.
— A bit NSFW but Megatron will love the idea of dominating a bot bigger than him, the ego rush he gets is gratifying. Also will fold like a lawn chair if you try seducing him.
— Now if there is a sparkling involved and said sparkling is bigger than him? Again, very, very mixed feelings. It was like yesterday his little starlight was just up to his hipstruts, begging to be carried up with wide optics and now he has to look up at them? Megatron is going to look at them and just zone out sometimes, how much have they grown… How quickly has time passed? But they're still not fully matured yet, so they're still his ‘little’ starlight… but they're not little anymore and it physically hurts his spark when he thinks of it.
— However, he is really happy to know that his child is intimidating and scares others. It makes him feel proud. It's like living up to Megatron's name. But because of that, he might have some skewed expectations of his sparkling. He's like a strict father in every sense of the word and he's got targets he would want them to meet.
— Imagine his amusement when his overgrown Cybertronian equivalent of a twelve year old frightens the wits out of Starscream. Proud fatherly tears, if he could shed any.
Soundwave:
— Soundwave has absolutely no issues with it in the slightest. If anything, he actually likes it. More area for his data cables to wrap around you.
— He also doesn't really mind being picked up by you. Like he won’t say he hates it or likes it, he's indifferent about it mostly. But he absolutely hates it when you pick him up unwarranted. He does see it coming but he doesn't have any way to avoid the inevitable. If you do it in front of others, expect a ‘no-interaction-with-you-for-sometime’ treatment.
— Soundwave quietly enjoys being carried back-pack style. He's got a lot more visual feed now and it doesn't get tiresome for him to hold on since his datacables play their part in helping him out with his grip. Again, he won't admit it outright and you will struggle trying to get any admissions from him.
— This mech actually likes it when you hunch down for him so that he can communicate with you better. He knows you're just being considerate so he doesn't hate it. You have no ill intentions. And he can tell when you're trying to mock him so it's really not a huge deal for the guy.
— I think Soundwave would try to lift you up with his datacables at least once to try and return your treatment and it ends up with the two of you as a tangled mess of limbs and data cables. Never again.
— This also means Lazerbeak has a nice spot to perch on, your paldron. He's going to be sitting there like those pirates and their parrots, like a crow on a lamp post.
— A bit NSFW but like I said earlier, he gets a lot more area to wrap his datacables with. More… opportunities.
— Again, he has absolutely no quarrels with his sparkling being bigger than him. I think Soundwave would be a girl dad. Like it doesn't matter how much bigger or stronger or smarter they are; they will ALWAYS be his baby. His brightest star. Of course, Soundwave wouldn't outwardly baby or pamper his sparkling but the thought is always in his helm no matter what size they are. So even if there's a minor injury involved, he's going to sit you down and patch them up like he used to when they were tiny. Soundwave is more of an action type of mech.
— Totally expects his sparkling to hunch down so that he can give them helm-pats. Soundwave strikes me as someone who would definitely give headpats as a sign of approval, affection and as a sign that he's proud of his literal child. Soundwave will just stand there and expect his sparkling to do so.
— Lazerbeak will sit on the sparkling's helm as they walk around. Sort of like a monitor.
— He's actually a really good dad. Even if he usually always busy he still makes time for his kid.
Starscream:
— The bombastic Starscream, where do I even start? He used to be very intimidated by you. Extremely. You're hovering over him like you're some sort of all seeing eye. It used to creep him out.
— Even after all your time being together, it will still unnerve him sometimes when you just stand behind him and look down at him but it's also kind of… hot.
— He will hiss like a cat if you try to pick him up. And if you try to pick him up by surprise, he's going to let out his embarrassingly high pitched squeal and then proceed to grumble while you make fun of him.
— But the thing is, Starscream actually likes being picked up unlike Megatron who genuinely despises it with all his spark. It's just Starscream's pride not allowing him to admit it, telling him to resist the allure of your warm servos and comforting EM field. If you are going to pick him up, make sure it's a bridal style. He's less grumpy about it that way.
— He doesn't even attempt to lift you up.
— One thing he does like is the privilege one gets when they have an intimidatingly tall s/o. Oh, you're trying to beat him up? He's running immediately to you. You give him scary dog privilege in a way and Starscream isn't ashamed about using it. He'll nervously laugh as he stands behind you as if you're a shield.
— A bit NSFW, just like Megatron, Starscream too finds it appealing to dominate a bot bigger than himself. But it also makes his submission feel oddly thrilling.
— If there's a sparkling involved, Starscream is going to be utterly disappointed when they turn out to grow bigger than him before they fully mature. His wings droop and everything. He remembers back then when he'd have this baby plane flying right next to him back when he used to take them for regular flight practice… and how they'd marvel at his flight stunts. If his sparkling gets cocky with him, Starscream will not hesitate to hit them with the: “just because you're bigger doesn't mean you can talk back to me like that!” while they blow a raspberry at him. Starscream knows it'll get to their helm and he hasn't the faintest idea on how to discipline them.
— But a part of him is relieved. An intimidation factor means that bots are less inclined to pick a fight with them and height plays a crucial role in that so at least his kid is safe from getting into too many fights… However, since they're his, it's likely that they're the one to start the fight.
— Unfortunately has to rely on his sparkling to get things from the top shelf. He's got a grimace while the sparkling is all smug about it.
Shockwave:
— Much like Soundwave, he is mostly indifferent to it. He doesn't even feel emotions to begin with, or so he claims. Shockwave thinks of this in a ‘pros & cons’ way. Logically.
— If you can pick him up, it's a miracle because he is a literal tank. He will be surprised and Shockwave will definitely be intrigued, he would want you on his examination table because that is not normal. While the slight fuzziness blooming in his spark is foreign, a part of him doesn't actually mind you carrying him at all. If anything, he finds it highly convenient because that means you can easily escort him out of an area quickly in a situation where he's severely injured himself.
— When it comes to what he really feels about it… he doesn't exactly like it. But it's mostly because he's not used it. However, once he does get used to it. He's going to be reading some or the other scientific journal as he's being piggy-back carried by you, it's a part of your exercise routine now.
— Shockwave, surprisingly, could have picked you up if he had both servos but unfortunately, he doesn't. If he did have both servos, he would be able to hoist you up for a while actually.
— One thing he does enjoy the most is the fact that this means he can make even more custom upgrades and mods for you since you might have a hard time finding any given you're not in any of the regular size classes. Shockwave enjoys making things for you.
— Also, this makes you the ideal lab assistant because you can just reach over and stretch to get things that Shockwave would need to walk and get. He likes that a lot.
— Now, the chances of Shockwave even having a sparkling is slim to none and if he did, 10/10 chance it was a lab accident. So things between the sparkling and him are already kind of awkward.
— He is very, very indifferent about his sparkling being taller than him at some point in their life, even if it's before they fully mature. If anything, he finds it to be an opportunity to study gigantism in Cybertronian sparklings. But a part of him, a very small part of him will miss the little hellspawn that would tinker around in his lab and mess with things. Mostly because he found it amusing. However, at least he doesn't need to clean up any messes in his lab anymore.
— I feel like Shockwave would stack up a ton of datapads on sparkling psychology and growth so he would be surprisingly prepared to deal with this.
Knockout:
— Knockout is foaming at the mouth, on all fours, optics popping out of his helm, howling at the moon, steaming from his vents and fanning himself. In short, he likes them strong and dangerous so out of everyone here, he is the happiest with an extremely tall s/o. He's got a thing for big and strong. Real heavy duty.
— Knockout would feel very, very cocky because his s/o is amazing and kinda scary in his optics and just like Starscream, it gives him scary dog privilege. Someone to run to if he messes up. I also feel like Knockout would be a flirtatious and smug iteration of a wife-guy. Someone could be talking about their partner and Knockout would go “Yeah but my s/o can-” *proceeds to say why you're better*
— Endless flirts directed at you as he's craning his helm up with a smirk to meet your gaze, Knockout doesn't mind. Besides, he's got something to soothe his neck at the med bay. So flirtatious, it'll get you absolutely flustered because you're basically the embodiment of his type.
— He's the happiest out of them all to be picked up. Public or not, Knockout really doesn't care. Hold him anyway you want to. He enjoys your servos on him, being in your embrace and the comfort of your EM field.
— Again, much like Starscream, he isn't going to even try and pick you up himself. He's happy in your servos. Knockout will let out a squeal just like Starscream if you sneak up on him though and he will give you a peace of his mind for that but he won't resist your embrace.
— Knockout having a sparkling is purely because he messed around a little too much and ended up having to be a parent.
— Knockout has absolutely no clue how to cope with his sparkling being bigger than him. He kinda can't even believe they're his internally for a moment because he does not have this sort of coding in any of his programming modules. Regardless, he would be trying his best and is actually pretty decent at taking care of a sparkling.
— He typically avoids sparklings but as a not really licensed medic, he's come across many so it's no big deal. But he does struggle at disciplining his sparkling. Knockout does miss it when they were just a tiny terror violently giggling, running around his medbay with all his tools in their little servos as the red race car had to chase them down while yelling at them. But now he’s breaking his neck here.
— If they're a land alt. then Knockout is def taking them racing and probably giving them tips on how they could move faster because since their frame is bigger, there's a huge chance they won't be able to move as fast as him.
Summary: Orion Pax has been your personal Knight, swore to you since you were 20. Years pass and you natively fall in love with him. On your 25th birthday, you discover the truth … Orion is actually Optimus, one of the 13 Primes and he only accepted to be your personal guard to be close to your evil step sister. Optimus loves her, not you.
MEDIEVAL-CYBERTRONIAN AU: Cybertronians landed on Earth many years ago and integrated themselves in human society, eventually gaining status and power. They are an equal to humans and romantic relationships with Cybertronians (although rare and most of the time reserved only for the high class) are accepted by society. Most noble families wish for their sons/daughters to marry a Cybertronian. But most Cybertronians are secluded and Sparkmate each other. More will be explained in the story.
The Last Knight Optimus x Female Reader (Maybe Megatron x Reader later)
2k words. Arranged Marriage/ Knight & Princess? Idk just read it yall
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CHAPTER 2
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It had been done.
A letter had been sent. Your step-mother sent a letter stating your desire in a marriage proposal to Lord Megatron.
He had responded in a timely manner.
Showing his interest in the proposal.
“We’ll be hosting a dance ball,” your step-mother said. “Lord Megatron will come to meet you and if everything goes well then I expect a formal marriage proposal by the end of the night.”
Your ladies in waiting helped you get ready for the day as your Lady Victoria, your step-mother, spoke to you about your near future.
“Does my father know of this? That you are marrying me off to a Cybertronian from a far away land? Who’s known for its cruel ways?” You ask her as the corset became a little bit too hard to breathe on. But you didn’t want to show any kind of weakness in front of her.
“Your father is traveling and discovering far away lands, unable to receive any letters at the moment. But I am sure that after the arrangement is done and he sees that you have taken a liking to Lord Megatron, he would be delighted.”
She moved her far from side to side. But she closes it quickly and puts it under your chin and tilts it up, making you look up at her.
“Your father has been sick lately, you know he has heart problems … I am sure you wouldn’t want him to have any … preoccupations, correct?
You simply look away.
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“Optimus, I know you’ve taken a liking to Elizabeth from House Starlight,” Zeta Prime talked to his youngest Prime. “But we have made arrangements for you to meet Princess Elena.”
Orion didn’t like it when Zeta talked about these things. He had been trying to avoid it but the leader of the Primes had been more insistent on the matter.
There were some Cybertronians in House Prime that were there to assist them. To prepare energon and clean their gears but Optimus never liked to ask for help. To them, they were their equals and besides, he could do everything by himself.
Although some Primes may disagree.
“Since when did you take an interest in my personal life?” “You didn’t act this way when the other Primes chose a partner.”
“Because the other Primes chose a pure Cybertronian … or a mixed offspring.”
Sparklings could be born from a relationship between a human and a bot. It was a difficult process but possible. That’s how the royal line began. Many years ago when the first Cybertronian arrived on Earth, Megatronus Prime had fallen in love with a human. From their love, a boy was born. The first Human-Cybertronian Hybrid.
Like Cybertronians, he aged slowly. His destiny had started. He took the name of the house of his mother. King Cygnux of House—
“I just don’t want what happened to Megatronus to happen to you.”
He was too young to remember.
But after the passing of Megatronus’ lover … Megatronus wasn’t the same.
He had bonded to her and lost himself. Nobody knows where he is or if he is even still alive.
“Humans live for a very short time and—
“My feelings for Elizabeth won’t change,” Optimus interrupted him. “Please do not make me marry someone I don’t love.”
Optimus sometimes visited his house. House Prime was seen as royalty as it was them who helped start the royal line. He had everything he could wish for but he certainly wishes to not be at home sometimes. Especially when Zeta was here, lecturing him.
“Nothing good would come out of it, don’t you understand?” Zeta asked, putting a servo on Optimus’ shoulder.
Optimus didn’t like the sound of his voice. Gentle. As if trying to understand them but not actually putting any effort. He snapped and pushed him away.
“Just because the human you loved married someone else doesn’t mean I have to share the same fate as you!”
His voice resonated across the Main Hall. Seeing Zeta’s hurt faceplate immediately made Optimus regret his words.
“I am sorry, I shouldn’t—”
“Politcs worked differently back then,” Zeta interrupted, his voice no longer gentle but stoic. “Humans oaths meant everything and she had been promised to another house the moment she was born. Even with my title of Prime, I could only watch as she walked to the altar with another man she didn’t love.”
Optimus stayed quiet. Shame overtook his entire frame. He doesn’t how he even dared to talk against the words of Zeta Prime in the first place.
“The Starlight family will have a dance ball coming up soon, I plan to finally introduce you as Optimus Prime so you can finally take on your duties as part of our House,”
‘But Zeta, I can’t—”
Zeta turned to look at Optimus and his gentle demeanor disappeared.
“The only reason why I have let you play ‘Knight’ to the Starlight family is because of the promise I made to an old friend. Promises mean everything.”
The leader of House Prime walks towards Optimus who, out of respect, did not look at him in the optics.
“And when you became Prime you swore to serve this house,” he said. “But let me be clear, Optimus. You are sworn to protect (READER) Starlight … and you don’t need to be a knight to do so and I think I have let you indulge in the role for too long.”
Seeing the clear discomfort, Zeta felt guilty. He was young and he needed much learning. Placing a servo in Optimus’ shoulder, he finally granted him permission to look at him. Optimus finally met his gaze and was relieved to see that his gentle expression had returned to the Prime.
“Young blood, the reason why I am still here today is because I didn’t bond with her,” Zeta said with a painful tone. “Have you wished for me to have the same fate as Megatronus?”
“... No, sir,” Optimus said. “I do not.”
Of course he didn’t. He loved his Prime, he respected him. Appreciated him. He knows that he owes him everything. But sometimes he wishes he was free from this feeling.
“Make your preparations.”
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“Can you at least look more pleased? You’ll meet many bachelors tonight.”
Looking outside the window, you turn to look at Arcee.
She was one of the most beautiful Cybertornians to ever exist. Many bachelors were after her. Even Springer, the bravest warrior in all the celestial Kingdoms … and Hot Rod who was under the care of House Prime. It was rumored that the title will be bestowed upon him soon. Nonetheless, Arcee simply had fun with the two. Still not knowing who to choose.
“It really doesn’t matter when I know my step-mother will bond me to Lord Megatron,” you said.
“Yes but we still have to see if he fancies you.” Arce looked through your closet to try and pick the best dress for you. “Have you thought of that?”
You haven’t thought of that possibility. Megatron had to like you for the engagement to be confirmed. Maybe if you try to be as mean and ugly as possible … to be embarrassing even, you could get away with not having to marry him.
“Good argument.” You walk towards Arcee who puts in front of you a beautiful gown only for you to put it back. “I’ll be as undesirable as possible … If I am lucky I won’t have to marry anyone and I can be sent to a convent.”
“Or maybe you can meet someone else and fall in love with him? Why do you always have to be so extreme?”
But you didn’t hear the reason. Everything that went through your mind was about what you could wear that made you look as unfeminine as possible.
“By any chance … you wouldn’t have knight armor, would you?”
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Orion had his paint polished for tonight.
Zeta had insisted on presenting him to society, meaning he wanted everyone to know that he was Prime.
He didn’t want to do this. He needed more time. He wanted Elizabeth to choose him for who he was and not because her family would see fit to marry her off to a Prime. Knowing her, she would probably marry whoever her mother wanted.
“Lord Megatron from The Decepticon Kingdom is making an appearance.”
Orion’s thoughts quickly were interrupted as his best friend, Jazz, sneaked outside the carriage.
As stupid as it sounded, Cybertronians of the highest position usually mass-displaced and rode in carriages just like humans. The reason for that was that they couldn’t afford for their tires to get dirty.
It's not like they weren’t allowed to transform. In Cybertron, it was common practice to take the shape of common vehicles or machinery. But the shape and forms may be disturbing for some humans. Some found it to be beautiful and others a mystery.
Transforming was common during the Great War, now most Cybertronians who transform simply did it as a demonstration of extreme hostility. The common folk preferred it that way. No transforming bots meant no war. A sign of peace.
Transforming wasn’t illegal however, it wasn’t just as used. However, there were special occasions in which it was expected of a Cybertronian.
Three times to be exact.
When had completed the Conjux Ritus. This was done privately in the presence of one’s spouse.
The second time was when a sparkling was done to show the newborn his abilities.
Lastly, in a death ceremony. Done to honor the fallen one.
“Lord Megatron? What is he going to do at the Starlight’s dance ball?” Orion asked as his friend had a cocky smirk.
“To look for a wife, what else?”
“If he even dares to think of courting Elizabeth, I—”
Orion’s voice quickly became aggressive. A clear signal for Jazz to step in.
“Even if he wanted, do you really think Lady Victoria would allow her favorite daughter to marry the cruelest of lords? No, I am sure she wants Megatron for (Reader).”
“Lady Victoria would not allow any of her daughters to marry such … aggressive bot.”
“Come on Orion, you are the only one who believes that,” Jazz said. Rolling his optics at his friend’s nativeness. “You know Lady Victoria favors Elizabeth.”
“Even if that’s the case, I will not allow that to happen. I will not allow (Reader) to end up with that ruffian.”
“Even if you have to battle him again?”
Some time ago, when Orion was still learning the art of sword-fighting, Megatron had come to the House Prime. He had come to talk to Zeta and Megatron insulted him. Although he wasn’t supposed to speak without being given permission first, Orion challenged Megatron to a duel.
Orion was overly confident. Thinking he could win against a gladiator of Kaon.
He lost, of course and he was ready to accept his fate. By megatron’s servo, he should’ve been killed.
But before that could happen, Megatron spared his life. He threw his sword on the mud, turned around and walked away.
“Not many bots challenge me these days. I only forgive you because you gave me some entertainment. But next time, there won’t be mercy.”
That had sparked Orion to become the best Knight in all of the Seven Celestial Kingdoms.
“I would battle him for eternity if I must. I’ll do anything to protect (Reader)’s happiness.”
“Why don’t you marry her then?,” Jazz asked. “You would make her happy wouldn’t you?”
“You know I would. If she asked me, my duty goes beyond my wishes. But I am not the one she loves,” Orion said. “She must choose the one and you know I also love Elizabeth—”
“Lies.” Jazz keeps Orion’s gaze. In one of those moments in which his friend looks terrifying. “You are a Prime. If duty meant so much to you, then you would shut your intake and marry Princess Elena, just like Zeta asked you to.”
Orion stays quiet.
“Just admit that your affection for (Reader) goes beyond your duty. That you are trying to mix your wishes with your duties so it benefits you, ” Jazz said. “But do not confuse the one and the other.”
There was a reason why Jazz was Optimus' friend.
That’s because he always kept him in line.
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A/N: Next part … Reader and Megs meet. Its gonna go like:
Reader: “I am gonna use knight armor so I look like a man and not feminine.” * Uses a metallic grey, and blue armor. *
Megatron who used to be a gladiator in the pits of Kaon which is customary during courting rituals to assimilate one’s color plating: “.... Are you courting me?”
Optimus from Iacon city in where it is customary for courting partners to assimilate one’s color plating: “.... Are you flirting with me?”
Or something like that idk lol
I need to make a Master Post at this point .... I don't have time lol
Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I don't proof read lol
