Hello! Hope your day is going great! If it's not taken already, could you do prompt "Claws" with Transformers Prime Soundwavr and Megatron? More specifically a fic dribble with Lee Soundwave and Ler Megatron?
Ayyy TFP Soundwave! My favorite version of Wave!
August’s TickleTober 2025 🎃
Day 16: Claws
Lee!Soundwave, Ler!Megatron (TFP)
Summary: After being told off by Soundwave that he’s incapable of letting loose, Megatron takes offense to that accusation and vows to prove him wrong.
A/N: I sprinkled my OC in here as it was a bit of a challenge trying to figure out how ler Megs and lee Wave would work, so I figured this would help set the stage. :3
Word count: 2.2k
Decepticon Soundwave stared intently at the Nemesis’ security monitors, carefully observing every single little activity that was taking place aboard and around the vessel.
He turned his helm slightly to the side at the sound of the door sliding open behind him. The youngest and newest member of the Decepticons, Gia, walked in. Formerly, known as G-1A, Gia was taken in by the Decepticons when they rescued her from M.E.C.H. Now, she claimed her loyalty as a Con as a show of eternal gratitude for saving her life.
She walked up to Soundwave and leaned against his leg without saying a word. After a few seconds, Soundwave looked down, acknowledging her presence.
“Negatron’s being such a glitch today,” Gia pouted. “He had such an attitude for no reason when I said I was going out to patrol again and came back saying there was nothing to report. Isn’t it good that we don’t detect any Autobot activity around us?”
Soundwave responded by playing a recording of several other Vehicon’s voices, “Don’t let it get to you—Lord Megatron’s just on edge—Just because we’re not seeing the Autobot’s around doesn’t mean they’re not doing anything.”
Gia sighed. “I guess…but does he have to make everyone feel like scrap over it? We’re all doing our best here.” She paused before scoffing, “Y’know, I’d encourage Lord Megatron to take a breather and relax with the recent Autobot-free activity, but I don’t think that’s possible. Megatron is incapable of relaxing, let alone having fun.”
Soundwave replayed a recording of Megatron from earlier, “Our mission is to locate where the Autobots are hiding, and destroy them alongside Optimus Prime. Everything else is a distraction!”
“See? Proving my point . At least you know how to let loose and have fun once in a while, Wave.”
Soundwave cocked his helm to the side. Despite not having a visible face, there was clear confusion written on his black visor.
Gia began to explain, “You know, whenever you and I do little aerial tricks, or I sneak off with Laserbeak when you’re not looking…or! When I doodled on your visor and you didn’t even notice for a whole day!” She giggled, remembering that day. “Everyone talked about it for days afterward.”
Soundwave curled his long fingers into fists at the mention of that incident, but he wasn’t angry. He had gotten even with the young Decepticon femme shortly after; he had tickled her silly and promised to not be merciful with her anymore if she dared to do that to him again.
Gia got the message loud and clear, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to mess with Soundwave or the others.
“Maybe Megatron will take some inspiration from you like that day, and finally learn to have fun. Specifically, mess around like this~!” She jabbed a servo against Soundwave’s side, smirking with delight when the taller Con twitched harshly out of reflex.
He pushed her hand away, not wanting to be a victim of her little mischievous streaks again.
Gia pouted once more. “See? You’re just like Megatron; you’re no fun!”
Soundwave emitted a tiny sigh. He replayed another recording, “Megatron—having fun? Yeah, right. When Starscream becomes leader of the Decepticons. Never going to happen—ever.”
Unbeknownst to the two, Megatron had been listening to every word they were saying from outside in the hallway. He internally scoffed at Soundwave’s words. Him? Not capable of having fun? That may have been true, but no one declares what Megatron can or can’t do! And no way was he going to let Soundwave put a stereotype on him like that!
And how dare he compare him to that idiot, Starscream! That wasn’t even remotely funny. He’d show Soundwave. He’d show him right this instant!
Megatron walked into the room and grunted, announcing his presence. Gia and Soundwave looked up, the small Con awkwardly coughed and announced she had something to do, scurrying out the door.
Soundwave merely gave a small nod in response, but the Decepticon leader was not so amused. Underneath his visor, Soundwave’s optics furrowed with perplexity at Megatron’s seething expression. What could have pissed him off this time, he wondered.
As if he could read the silent Con’s thoughts, Megatron gruffly answered, “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with Gia regarding me. All your little assumptions…you seem so sure of that, Soundwave. Agreeing with younglings now?”
Soundwave didn’t reply, though he was starting to regret his choice of words that slightly mocked his leader.
“Nothing to say anymore?” Megatron asked tauntingly. “Just a moment ago, you were so sure that I was incapable of ‘having fun’. Well, I will not let my most loyal follower and a mere youngling dictate what I can and cannot do!” He leaned close to Soundwave’s visor—who slightly leaned back at the menacing approach. “And I will certainly not be compared to that incompetent, idiot Starscream, either!”
Soundwave debated whether or not to carefully correct his leader that he misheard; he did not compare him to Starscream, he was simply referring to the unlikely possibility that Megatron would actually indulge in anything fun. But by the look on the Decepticon leader’s face, he figured it was best not to.
Suddenly, Gia’s helm popped in the doorway, seemingly spawning out of nowhere. “Technically, he didn’t compare you to Starscream. He just said you don’t have the guts to let loose like we do! Which you don’t, ha!” Then, she disappeared again.
Soundwave gritted his dental plates together under his visor. Thanks a million, Gia!
Megatron growled, facing Soundwave again. He jabbed a servo against his chest plate. “I’ve heard enough of your babbling nonsense, Soundwave! You think I am incapable of joining in your childish behavior?! Well, prepare to be proven wrong!”
Nothing could have prepared Soundwave for what happened next; two hands suddenly latched onto his sides, servos clumsily wiggling against the surface. Soundwave flinched in surprise, clearly not expecting the Decepticon leader to do this.
Even though Megatron was no expert in knowing how to tickle someone, he did walk in on Soundwave tickling the young femme a couple times before so he picked up on it just a little. However, he did notice how the silent Con twitched underneath his wiggling servos and his hands balled into trembling fists.
The Decepticon leader cracked an evil smirk. “What’s the matter, Soundwave? Nothing to say?”
Soundwave merely turned his helm away and quickly played a Vehicon’s voice clip in response. “There’s nothing to say. Congrats, you’ve made your point. Now, can we put this whole thing behind us?”
“Giving up so soon? You used to be the second best gladiator back on Kaon,” Megatron reminisced, squeezing a bit harder against the Con’s sides. Soundwave nearly doubled over at that. “I thought you could take so much more, but you’re just as fragile as the youngling!”
Soundwave’s instincts were telling him to twist away and use his tentacles to push away the offending hands. But he wouldn’t dare have the nerve to shove his leader off, even in this rather embarrassing predicament.
Instead, he stood his ground and puffed out his chest as defiantly as he could. Megatron took notice of that and snorted in amusement. If Soundwave still had the energy and guts to silently challenge him like so, then he could take a lot more of this ticklish onslaught.
So he switched to pinching his servos upward towards the silent Con’s arm joints, hoping to enact some kind of reaction.
Soundwave began to panic, feeling those pesky servos spider upwards like two menacing scraplets. He nearly doubled over when the servos carefully fluttered against his arm joints. No way was he going to crack in front of Megatron. Not like this. The only other person who heard him laugh was Gia, and even then he hated the idea of her seeing him laugh uncharacteristically like a sparkling.
He had to stay strong. He had to—
A single claw wiggled against his belly. And he sputtered a choking sound. He sharply turned his helm away, nearly breaking his neck. His knee joints were starting to give out, and he cursed himself for letting even a small sound slip out.
“Am I incapable of indulging in your childish fun now, Soundwave?” Megatron asked with a hint of tease in his voice.
Soundwave rapidly shook his helm. His chest felt like it was going to burst any second with how much he was holding back his laughter. His entire frame trembled like a shaky leaf.
“No? You dare disagree with me?!”
Uh-oh.
Megatron lost all patience and shot both hands upwards, rapidly scratching his servos against the arm joints. Soundwave thought he could hold out by standing up as straight as he possibly could and biting down on his lip, but he quickly crumbled after three seconds.
Low, breathy chuckles escaped from the Con’s lips and breached through his visor. He had hoped that his laugh could be muffled underneath his visor but unfortunately for him, Megatron was able to hear every sound.
Soundwave so desperately tried to swallow back his offending laughter, but couldn’t. Once the dam had been broken, it was nearly impossible to keep silent—ironic for himself.
“Finally,” grinned Megatron, satisfied at his achievement. “Even a hardened soldier like yourself could not resist something so childish. How amusing.”
For some reason, hearing those words made Soundwave’s face heat up. It was humiliating enough to crumble under his leader to something so silly, but hearing that get pointed out? Even worse.
Those pesky servos would not leave his arm joints alone, and Soundwave could feel himself getting weaker and weaker by the second. “S…S-Stohohohop..!” He weakly giggled out, wishing he could rip his vocal cords out right then and there.
He tried leaning away, but bumped against the surveillance monitors and keypads. Now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. With no way out, he was forced to stand there and endure this tickly assault.
“Having trouble getting any words out? Or getting yourself out?” Megatron smirked. He switched from scribbling Soundwave’s arm joints to pinching around his stomach, over and over, to drive Soundwave nuts.
And it worked because Soundwave suddenly threw his helm back and barked out a loud laugh. He quickly tried to bite his lip to stop his laughs, but that in turn just made him emit funny-sounding, breathy snorts.
Megatron hummed in amusement. “For someone who never talks, you sure do let out the strangest noises, Soundwave.”
Soundwave could feel his face burning even more by that comment. He couldn’t take it anymore. He tried curling or twisting away but no matter which way he moved, Megatron’s servos quickly followed and attacked him in another bad spot.
He failed to bite back an uncharacteristic squeal when a hand shot up to flutter against his neck wiring. Instinctively, he scrunched his shoulder but that only trapped Megatron’s servos there. “N-NoHOhohoHHhnnhmhmhM..! NoHAAhahaHAhmhmh!!”
Megatron was having a grand cruel time reducing his normally stoic and silent soldier to giggly pieces. This was unlike anything he’d ever seen. This was so uncharacteristic of Soundwave—a deadly Con who could wordlessly slaughter an Autobot without so much as a flinch or gasp—seeing him giggle and squeal like a sparkling. It almost made him want to not stop with this newfound discovery.
Almost.
Soundwave’s knee joints gave out, and he slumped down to the floor. Megatron used this to his advantage to keep tickling his oldest friend, indulging in the frantic squeaks and hiccupy laughs he emitted.
And poor Soundwave was at his wit’s end. Truthfully, he’d rather be captured and at the mercy of the Autobots than enduring this.
“L-LoHOhord MegAHAHAtron! Pl—EEEEhahamhMhm! Pleaheeheehease! EnoHAHA! Enough!” Soundwave twisted and squirmed, his tentacles flailing every which way to try and cope with the unbearable buzzing sensations through his circuits.
“Only after you take back your false accusations of me!” Megatron declared, wielding a cruel duo-attack; vibrating one hand against Soundwave’s ribs while the other was scribbling mercilessly against his underarm.
Soundwave arched his back with another uncharacteristic shriek. “NoHAAAAAHAHAhahahaHAAA!! AlrIHIHIhight, alright!! Lohord MegAAAHAtron, f-forgive meHEHE! I nehehever meany any—AAAHAHAHA—harm!!”
Grinning with satisfaction at his victory, Megatron finally released Soundwave, who slumped tiredly against the floor. “I hope you learned not to spread misinformation about me, Soundwave. And to be quick to assume that I cannot do the ridiculous things you do; whatever you do, I can do better!”
“Yes, s-sihihir…” Soundwave replied with an exhausted giggle.
As soon as he left, Gia popped her helmet inside not a moment later and was confused to see Soundwave sprawled out on the floor, wheezing a little. “Uh, Wave? Why are you on the floor?”
Instead of answering, Soundwave displayed an angry face on his visor, Gia took that as his cue that he wanted to be left alone. She turned on her heel, and once she was a good distance away, she giggled to herself deviously. “Oh, I am so keeping this for blackmail,” she said, saving the secret recording she took of Soundwave getting tickled to her memory banks.
THE END 🎃
