Yes I'm back with the random headcanons (33 characters. That's a lot I didn't even notice)
Name Day is the type who'll force you to match with him in every game or customise his avatar to look like you in single-player games.
Moldir is the type of person who constantly takes care of you without expecting anything in return and gets very flushed when you try to handle things for her.
Medicine Pocket is the type to leave some treats around when you're in a bad mood. They're obviously doing it because it's annoying to see you frowning and not because they actually care.
Lorentz Butterfly is the type to whisper extremely inappropriate things in your ear at the worst time possible to see how you'll react.
Cheng Heguang is the type to carry you when you're tired, and he will insist even if you refuse multiple times. He'll gladly switch shoes or pieces of your outfit if you start to feel uncomfortable with what you're wearing.
Brume is the type to bring you tons of gifts and souvenirs from her travels because they reminded her of you.
Tooth Fairy is the type to make sure you always look impeccable before allowing you to step foot outside.
Paper Heron is the type to buy a bunch of desserts and sweets and ask you to rate them all with her (get ready, they're 98% pure sugar).
Aleph is the type who never gets tired of listening to you talk, even when he barely understands what you say. Bonus: he would read fanfics with you.
Nautika is the type to let you take naps on her. She will try her best not to move around and make noise. If you wake up because of her, she'll definitely feel bad.
Anjo Nala is the type who never leaves your side and over time becomes your shadow. She follows you around out of curiosity or to make sure nothing bad happens to you.
Enigma is the type who gives you his coat when he feels like it might be a bit too cold for what you're wearing. Try to complain and he'll completely ignore you.
Windsong is the type to reserve a front seat for you during her lectures. Seeing you there makes her extremely happy.
Sentinel is the type to enjoy long walks with you in places with beautiful scenery.
Semmelweis is the type who'd secretly do whatever catches your attention and give it as a surprise when you least expect it.
Hissabeth is the type to buy those flavored lip glosses and make you guess the flavor of each of them.
Tennant is the type to shamelessly slap your ass when you walk by and won't try to hide her amused face.
Horropedia is the type to wear those "I ♡ my partner" t-shirts in public and wear those with unhinged matching texts.
Dikke is the type to always open the door for you.
Isolde is the type who wears one of those necklaces with a picture or portrait of you.
X is type to hide your clothes so that you are left with no options but to wear his.
Reed is the type to give you one of her leaves to use as a bookmark and reminder of herself.
Willow is the type to decorate a whole room for you after your visits became more frequent. Now you have a place to go when she doesn't feel like seeing people.
Charon is the type who carefully preserves all the letters you send him as if they were written on the finest paper.
Beryl is the type who waits for you at the doorstep to greet you with a kiss.
Zima is the type who unknowingly holds your hand when you walk side by side. He will immediately let go and apologise if you point it out.
Centurion is the type who always stands up for you no matter the situation.
Corvus is the type who peels and cuts fruit and gives it to you during the day for no specific reason.
Kakania is the type to constantly brag about you to the point that everyone who knows her knows you, too.
Ulrich is the type to panic even for a sneeze and walk let you lift a finger if you end up getting sick.
Recoleta is the type who creates characters inspired by you in all her stories.
Getian is the type who won't eat anything you make unless you personally feed him.
Marsha is the type to play with your hair at night until you fall asleep.
ft. sentinel, marsha, brume, paper heron, vila, windsong, tooth fairy, moldir
length (per part) : short, almost 100 words each
prompt : reverse 1999 women, but they're desperate for you.
tags : implied fem!reader, slightly suggestive, pet names, kissing, making out, potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread.
sotd : human nature - madonna
art credits : bluepoch
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ SENTINEL
Sentinel's breathing is louder than usual, her jaw clenched tight as she crosses the room with short, quick strides.
"Mon cher..." She rasps, tossing her rifle aside before she grabs at your shoulders. Sentinel pins you back against the wall, mashing your lips together with a muffled groan. Her hand comes up behind your head, her tongue delving into your mouth.
Sentinel pulls back with a harsh grunt, her chest heaving with each intake of breath. Her eyes are wild while she fixes them onto your face, loosening her grip on your hair as she presses your forehead against yours.
"I've been thinking of you all day." She whispers, letting out a surrendering breath. She retreats for an inch, slowly dropping down to her knees. Her eyes flutter for a moment while she lets your fingers card through her locks of hair, gazing up at you while you do so.
"Allow me please you tonight." Sentinel insists.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀MARSHA
You're looking over the map sprawled across the spacious table, rubbing your eyes with your thumb and forefinger. You hardly register the sound of the tent flap rustling when Marsha's footsteps sound behind you, the action of her bulky arms wrapping around your waist suddenly snapping you awake.
Marsha grins and rests her chin on your shoulder. "Sorry for scaring you." She begins, voice light at first. "...Can I have you?" She requests, her voice lowering with intent.
At your approval, she boldly shifts her forearms and runs her palms along the sides of your waist. Her head lifts to bring attention to your neck, peppering your skin with soft kisses. Her hand trails beneath your shirt, fingers spreading out as a shiver travels through your spine at the contact.
Marsha steps forward, your hip pressing against the edge of the table. The sudden imbalance causes you to lean forward, prompting your hands to plant firmly on the rough surface. Marsha ceases for a moment, her chest pressing against your back.
"Hold still for me, alright?" She demands, slipping one hand out of your clothing to cover one of yours on the table whilst the other remains on your stomach, gradually traveling lower.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BRUME
Brume swings the door to the rear end of the car, watching you step inside with a silent swallow. With every ounce of courage she has left in her, she dives in with you and slams the door behind her. You shift to lay on your back against the seats while Brume crawls on top of you, panting softly.
"I apologize!" Brume stutters. "This is rather inappropriate, I should-" She blurts, but her words cut short as you interrupt her with your lips. Brume emits a soft whimper, pressing you further against the seats with her hands framing your face.
Her kisses become sloppy, her fingers twitching with the restraint of holding you too hard. She briefly pulls back from each kiss for a breath just to dive back in, your teeth just narrowly clashing with hers.
A frustrated groan leaves Brume's throat, forcing herself to snap her head back from the heated kisses to straighten herself. She impatiently tosses her jacket aside, moving to straddle one of your legs.
"You've been teasing me all day..." Brume’s cheeks are fainly flushed from the boldness of her own actions, yet she has no intention of backing out. She leans her head down once more, pressing a trail of kisses down to your chest while her thighs tighten around your leg.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀PAPER HERON
The sun hadn't risen, yet Paper Heron's sigh sounds from beside you before she unexpectedly rolls on top of you wih languid grace. You blink up at her while she presses tender kisses to your face.
"Couldn't sit still." Heron admits once she pulls herself away, instead pressing her face into your neck with a hoarse grumble. "I've been up for hours." She bites at your skin gently, a pleased hum leaving her throat as your hands grasping at her shoulders. Heron rolls her hips, groaning quietly while she presses her body flush with yours.
She releases her teeth from your neck to glance at the hickey she made on your neck, a slack-jawed look written all over her face rather than her usual smug grin.
The expression on her face looked almost foreign. Yet, without having the time to register Heron's face, you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach.
Heron pins you down on the mattress with her body weight, kissing your neck before straightening up. "Let's get this over with, eh?" She rasps, her hands traveling toward your hips to lift them up.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀VILA
Vila returns home, yet instead of a warm greeting like you've expected, she seizes one of your wrists and drags you toward the bedroom.
Upon entry, Vila takes no time into initiating a kiss. She slams the door with her foot, holding still for just another moment before deciding to pull away. Vila's pupils are blown wide as she gazes at you with an apologetic stare. "I apologize, I'm aware it's late, but..." She begins, but for once, she finds herself at loss for words.
Instead, Vila guides you backward until the back of your knees come into contact with the edge of the bed. You fall back onto the mattress, with Vila crawling on top of you. She kisses you again, softer. She takes her time, flicking her tongue against your lips timidly.
You part your lips, allowing for her tongue to delve within the wet cavern of your mouth. Her hand comes up to frame your jaw, moaning into the kiss the more she tastes you.
Vila retreats for a breather, a shaky exhale leaving her lips. While you take the time to catch your own breath, Vila’s lips find your collarbone, making her way downward. You blink and gaze down at Vila, her head now hovering over your stomach. She meets your gaze, smiling wryly before traveling further down.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀WINDSONG
The door to your room abruptly bursts open, with Windsong holding onto the handle for dear life. Her breathing is labored due to her sprinting through Laplace's corridors, chest heaving from the effort. She slowly shuts the door and makes her way over toward you, lifting her head and meeting your eyes.
She grasps your neck and reels you in, kissing you hard. The sudden action catches you off guard, yet you reciprocate her kiss with equal intensity. Windsong pulls away quick as oxygen became a problem, taking slow breaths while lowering her head to rest it against your shoulder.
"I didn't mean to be so sudden." Windsong murmurs, arms looping around you while she keeps her hold tight.
She eventually lifts her head again, but without allowing her to speak, your lips were already slotting with hers. Startled, she makes a sound that becomes swallowed up anyway.
You step forward until Windsong's back meets the wall, pulling back from the kiss to breathe again. You lean your head down to kiss her neck, Windsong's grip tightening on your back just enough to bruise. Her head falls back against the wall, letting out a submitting whimper.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀TOOTH FAIRY
Tooth Fairy parks her car at the side of the road, shutting off the engine. She cranes her head to glance at you, adjusting her braces while she speaks.
"Come here." She commands, and you immediately unbuckle your seat belt. You lift yourself from the passenger seat, now moving to straddle Tooth Fairy's lap. Her gloved palms find your waist, reeling you closer as a means to press your bodies flush with eachother.
"I couldn't wait until we drove back home." Tooth Fairy whispers. She starts with a soft peck to your jaw, then your cheeks.
"I've wanted you all day." She utters and shifts her position, faltering as your hips ground down against hers. "Ah!" The sound slips from Tooth Fairy's lips, a steadying exhale sounding from her afterward.
"I won't last if you tease me like this." She hisses, mashing her lips against yours.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀MOLDIR
Moldir climbs onto the couch and settles on top of you, her head resting on your chest. She glances up at you while her arms loop around your back, embracing you tightly.
"Long day." Moldir did not need to say more. She props herself up with her hands planting on the cushion, your fingers working with the buttons of her uniform. Moldir watches you do so with rapt attention, her mouth agape from the underlying tenderness at the simple action.
She blinks, clearing her throat as you finish with the buttons. She removes her jacket, but was quickly dragged into a kiss initiated by you after the discards the garment.
She melts in an instant. Moldir's eyes flutter shut, a low hum leaving her throat while your fingers tangle in her hair. She tenses when your legs wrap around her waist tightly, prompting her to pull back from the kiss.
Moldir slides her hand up to tilt your head back, exposing your throat. She lowers her head, her teeth grazing your neck carefully. Moldir hums, tilting her head while peppering your skin.
Amidst it all, she whispers, "...May I please you?"
a/n : im so freaked out and exams are literally a day away. heh take this before i dissapear again... p.s. do we fw the new layout 🥺🥺
Sentinel was in his berth, watching a glass of energon wine at his sevos, when there was a knock on his door, and he ordered the one to no disturb him...but the knocking kept going and going he lost his patience and opened the door only...for now one to be there...
Sentinel*Sees there are no guards and frowns, turns around*That was odd-
Y/n*Is using their telekinesis to float, so they can be face to face* Hey Fake Maddona~
Sentinel*Screams in horror and holds his dagger to impale you, the creature in front of him simply moves a bit away and pushes the secret dagger on his armor down*W-what in primus are you?-
Y/n: Wrong guy I came from, but you're CLOSE!~...So you're the one that's been having the funnest time in Cybertron!SICK, you're my very first cybertronian!-
Sentinel took out his cannons and fired directly at you, smirking as it was a direct hit, only for the hit to be absorbed by your open palm...like a black hole. You stare at him with a malicious grin, and you point your finger down, and suddenly gravity around tSentinell get heavier, and his knees hit the ground along with his palms...
Y/n: DOWN BOY!...hehehe I always wanted to say that! So here's the deal, pretty boy. I'm here on my first-ever excursion to another planet. I want a big party to welcome me!I wanna meet all the important hotshots who are running this planet with you!
Sentinel*Growls tries to stand up, but the pressure gets more, and his helm hits the floor now hard*G-grr w-why should I listen to you organic mons-
Y/n*Lands on the floor in front of him, with the tip of your boo,t you lift his head up so that he can get a view of you looking down at him*
Y/n:
Don't you disrespect me, little man
Don't you derogate or deride!
You're in my world now, not your world
And I got a friend on the other side~
That's an echo, gentlemen
Just a little something we have on earth
A little parlor trick, don't worry~
Sentinel*Growls, but before he knows it the his bedroom changes and he is now sitting down with you sitting infront of him, playing with a crystal ball? and you're almost the same size as him now*W-what?-
Y/n:
Sit down at my table, put your mind at ease
If you relax, it will enable me to do anything I please
I can read your future, I can change around some, too
I look deep into your Spark and soul
You do have a soul, don't you, Sentinel?
Make your wildest dreams come true!
I got "Voodoo", I got "hoodoo", I got things I haven't even tried!
And I got a friend on the other side!~
"They have me in the other siiide!~."
Sentinel looks at the crystal ball, and from it a horned mech laughing at his misfortune sings along, the optics of the mech cackle as the crystal ball shhines making your shadow appear bigger...but that wasnt YOU'RE shadow, but that of The Bringer of Chaos
You Snaps fingers, and now Sentinel's room is back to normal, and he is sitting down with his energon wine, and you're back to your real size. Sentinel is shaking as he finally realizes whatever is in front of him... isn't something he can fight right now
Y/n: So I want a welcoming party! I'll give you three days!~but keep me as a surprise guest i love to make an entrance as you see~for now I think imma explore the planet and hear what others think of you and your reign...BYEEEEE~
Just like you came, you disapeared and there was a knock on Sentinel's room,it was his guards who were supposed to be at his door, acting like nothing happened to them, but Sentinel saw it...a crystal ball on beside the door to show you WERE there...
Sentinel*Looks at the guards with trembling servo, putting the cube down*Get...get me airachnid, NOW!
Guards*Both startled by his yell nod and go to find her*
You fly over the city with a hum, seeing the new world in awe and wonder...but you find giant screens sporting the thirteen primes, the ones who no longer live. You spot a statue of the one named
Megatronus and see two cybertronians one with a boisterious laugh and energetic energy, His eyes are blue and his got paint red and blue, while the other has yellow eyes and seems more monochromatic...you find out they're miners by their talk and opted to follow them after all, if you wanna know how a goverment is good to its people...you gotta go with the ones at the bottom
Y/n*Giggles seeing the two banter and push eachother finding them cute* Man, are all miners this cute?
Summary: In an attempt to train Bob, Bucky calls someone who specializes in training people out of control.
Warnings: Fluff!!! But there are also mentions of HYDRA and everything they did… So Angst? Bob is extremely insecure about his powers, he's very afraid to use them. Bucky doing yoga (it's a warning, at least for my heart), Use of Yn. Yn has goats. Death, broken bones, reanimation. Ice cream… That's all?
"Bob? Are you awake?" Bucky's voice came from behind the door with some hesitation. After everything that had happened, Valentina's manipulation, the failed attempt to control a man as powerful as a God, and the birth of an entity that… that was almost the Devil himself, things were strange.
Living in the Tower with someone as powerful, and as… unstable as Bob, was quite an experience, to say the least.
Bucky couldn't remember how many times Bob had accidentally braced the walls, letting his hands pierce through the concrete as if it were wet paper. Or how many doors Bob had thrown out, breaking them in half with his shoulders slamming against the wood. And let's not even mention the appliances, the cups, forks, knives… It was proving costly to keep the tower "alive" with Bob unable to control his powers.
And if it were just about the materials, everything would be fine. Bucky knows that now they belong to the government, if there was someone who could buy the cups every time Bob tried to drink coffee and made the ceramic crumble under his fingers. But that was the problem. It wasn't just material possessions that were broken.
Bob should never have received the powers he did. That's obvious. He was a guinea pig, a guinea pig that would receive a dose of steroids and the scientists would observe what would happen. That was Bob. But, whether by carelessness, destinies, or… a joke. Bob became more than a guinea pig.
He became powerful.
Too powerful.
Imagine it was like taking a broken car engine. With its days numbered. Rust staining every part, the metal crumbling at the slightest touch. Now, take that engine, put it in a high-powered car, a rocket even. Do the necessary repairs, make the engine new again. It will work, but it will still be a broken engine inside a rocket… It won't work.
Bob had no control over his strength.
He had no control over his mental manipulation. He had no control over time manipulation, his flight, his speed, his intangibility, his astral projection, his… God, Bob had so many powers and no control over any of them.
Bucky had lost count of how many times they had to escape the Void in the middle of the night because of Bob's nightmares. Or how many times he had to expel the boy from his mind.
That's why he decided enough is enough. Bob needed to be trained, for his own good and for the good of his colleagues.
"Mr. Barnes? I mean, Sergeant Barnes. No, Congressman Barnes. No,"
"Bucky, you can call me Bucky, I already said that" Bucky interrupted his nervous speech. He noticed how Bob always avoided looking him in the eyes, how he was afraid of quick movements, or very loud noises. And knowing Bob's past (being inside the boy's head, and also the documents he read about the past and the experiments they did on him), he expected nothing less.
One traumatized person recognizes another.
Maybe that should be the group's slogan.
"How can I help… BU-Bucky? " Bob barely closed his bedroom door, trying to keep Bucky from seeing the mess inside. But he didn't need to see, he heard the furniture flying and hitting the walls in the middle of the night.
"Come with me" Bucky didn't want to give Bob a choice, because if he did… He wouldn't accept.
"W-where to?" Bob stammered with some apprehension.
"Let's train," Bucky said.
"Train? No! No… Better not! I…"
Bucky sighed, running a hand over his face.
"Bob," his voice sounded more tired than he intended. "I know you don't want to. But it's not a request."
Bob hesitated for a long moment. His eyes, blue as the blue of a raging storm, blinked several times as he clearly thought of twenty-three different excuses at once. In the end, he just lowered his head and followed Bucky down the hallway.
The first few days were exactly as Bucky had imagined.
Bob couldn't stay still. He couldn't stay calm. Every noise in the gym, the creaking of a pipe, the wind hitting the poorly closed window, even the sound of Bucky's breathing, made the boy jump like a frightened rabbit. He looked at his own hands as if he expected them to explode at any moment.
"Breathe," Bucky said, sitting on the yoga mat, his metal prosthesis leaning against the wall beside him. He was wearing only a tank top and sweatpants, the scars on his shoulder exposed where the metal met the flesh. "Inhale. Hold. Exhale."
Bob tried. Copying Bucky's position, but it seemed like his bones weren't aligned. His clothes were uncomfortable. The carpet had a strange texture…
"Bob? Breathe." Bucky said, without opening his own eyes, as if he knew Bob was spiraling. "Close your eyes and… Breathe."
But when he closed his eyes, his eyelids trembled. His fingers scratched the carpet as if trying to grip something solid. Every five minutes, he let out an "I'm sorry" for no apparent reason, as if apologizing for existing.
"Stop apologizing" Bucky said for the third time, opening his eyes and failing at his own meditation.
"Sorry."
Bucky closed his eyes and counted to ten.
Yoga didn't work. Meditation was a complete disaster. Bob tripped over his own foot on the mat, fell face-first to the floor, and in the process of trying to get up, accidentally sank his hand into the concrete floor as if it were quicksand. He lay there, his arm buried up to his elbow, looking at Bucky with genuine panic.
"I break everything…" Bob whispered, as Bucky finally pulled him out of the hole. "Everything I touch…"
"You don't break everything." Bucky picked up a water bottle and offered it. Bob hesitated before accepting, holding the plastic like it was dynamite.
"I do break things." Bob's voice was small. Diminished. "I broke the team. I broke the Tower. I broke… My mother… I broke myself…" Bucky said nothing, just pulled Bob into a tight hug. He wanted to be able to help, but maybe he needed someone different.
"Do you know anyone?" Bucky asked, against the phone. It was night, most of the tower was dark, but Bucky wouldn't sleep without talking to Sam. Not even if Sam was in Japan, forcing Bucky to stay up late to talk to him. "Someone who… can take the heat. Literally."
"Take the heat? What kind of heat? " Sam asked from the other end of the line. Bucky could hear noises, but couldn't identify what they were. Maybe Joaquin yelling somewhere.
"The kind that can train Bob without dying." Bucky ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. " I can't train him the way he needs to be trained, Sam… I need someone he won't… be afraid of."
Sam was silent for a moment.
"Punching bag" he said, finally.
"What?"
"Punching bag. You know her. We know her. The woman Hydra used as" Sam grimaced. "As human training equipment. The one who doesn't die."
Bucky froze. He remembered.
"Punching bag" wasn't a name she chose. It was a given name. Given by scientists who threw her in the cell with new super-soldiers as if she were a walking punching bag… Which, technically, she was.
As far as Bucky knew, she had been kidnapped. She was supposed to be like Bob, a guinea pig where they tested the super-soldier serum before giving it to the individuals they really wanted. But something went wrong.
The serum had done something strange to her.
Different.
Bucky remembered breaking her arms the first week. He remembered hearing the "crack" of the bones, the silence, and then… the wet sound of everything fitting together again. She would get up, and the guards would yell: again. And Bucky would do it.
"Is she alive?" Bucky asked, surprised at himself for never having asked before.
"Yeah. Living in the middle of nowhere… Raising goats." Sam shouted something in Japanese. " Goats, Bucky. She has a goat Instagram. It's bizarre. You two should be friends."
Three days later, Punching bag was at the Tower's door.
She was shorter than Bucky remembered. Skin marked by scars that should have disappeared decades ago but stubbornly remained, perhaps because some wounds never truly healed, not even with serum.
She didn't have the same face Bucky remembered. Maybe now she had more… life.
She held a jar of homemade jam in her hands.
"Sergeant Barnes" she smiled as if seeing an old friend and not someone who broke her neck on commands. "Nice arm… The gold suits your eyes better."
"Thank you." he said awkwardly. "I… I'm sorry,"
"No need. " she interrupted. "Seriously, I'm fine. What happened was awful but… At least now you're both free. It's okay, Sergeant Barnes."
"You can just call me Bucky." He then realized he never knew her name. "What's your name?"
"The real one? I don't know… There's no way to know." she said with a slight regret. "But now my name is Yn. A friend chose it."
"It's beautiful. Better than Punching bag." he said with a smile and she copied it.
Bob was sitting on the living room sofa when Bucky introduced him. The boy practically shrank into the upholstery, trying to take up less space, as if he wanted to apologize for existing only with his body language.
"Bob, this is Yn. She's going to help you with your training."
"Help?" Bob blinked. "But… you're the one who…"
"She'll be better. Believe me," Bucky responded to his nervousness. "Besides, you don't even like yoga."
"I do!" Bob lied. Badly. His nose grew about three centimeters there. "I… love yoga. It's very… calming. And relaxing. And… there are those positions that…"
"Bob."
"Okay, I hate yoga," he collapsed. "I'm sorry."
She observed the entire interaction with a calmness that bordered on frightening. She sat on the sofa next to Bob, not too close, but not too far, and placed the jar of jam on the coffee table.
"Do you know how to make jam?" she asked, without preamble.
Bob blinked.
"What?"
"Jam. Strawberry, blackberry, raspberry. Do you know how to make it?"
"Me… no?" Bob seemed genuinely confused. "I know how to blow someone's head off with my thoughts? Not that I want to! I don't want to! God, I never want to again…"
"Calm down." Her voice was low. Not a whisper, but close to it. The kind of voice that forces you to be silent to listen. "I'm not asking you to make jam. I'm asking if you know how to make it. Because I do. And I think you'd like it. It's so peaceful, you know? Just sitting there, stirring the pot, watching the fruit break down…"
Bob was silent for a while.
"You… aren't going to ask me to break anything?" he finally asked.
"No." She crossed her legs. "Let's take it easy. Breaking is easy. We'll learn other things first."
Bucky watched, arms crossed. He saw the tension in Bob's shoulders lessen a few millimeters. Not much. But enough.
In the following weeks, yn was a constant presence.
She didn't pressure him. She didn't force him. She didn't make Bob feel like a monster for being who he was. Instead, she showed up every day at seven in the morning and stayed in the kitchen making coffee. Bob started showing up around seven fifteen, first hesitant, then curious, then almost anxious.
She taught him how to make jam.
Bob broke three pans and two stoves in the process. The first time this happened, he froze, his face pale, expecting a scolding or perhaps something worse. She just grabbed another pan, transferred the still-good fruit, and said:
"Stainless steel is more resistant. Try this one."
Gradually, Bob began to relax.
The first real workouts were almost playful. She didn't pull up a yoga mat or try to teach meditation. She just talked. She was walking with Bob through the Tower's garden. She asked him about his days. She told him stories about goats.
"Do they have names?" Bob asked one rainy afternoon, while water trickled down the balcony windows.
"Of course they do!" she smiled. "There's Goatee, Fence-Jumper, Beeeeetâny, Goatzart, Vincent Goat, Scapegoat, World Destroyer…"
Bob's eyes widened.
"World Destroyer?" he asked, surprised.
"That's right… She has malice in her eyes. I'm afraid of her."
Bob laughed.
It was the first time Bucky had heard him truly laugh. Not that nervous, automatic, defensive laugh. A genuine, light, almost childlike laugh. He remembered how young Bob was. How he should never have been in any of those labs. How he was just a broken boy trying to pick up the pieces of himself with hands that pierced concrete.
One night, Bucky found Yn in the kitchen, drinking tea. It was late, or early, depending on your perspective, and the Tower was silent.
"He's getting better," Bucky said, sitting on the marble counter beside her.
"He's feeling safe," she said, taking a sip of her tea. "Those are different things."
"Do you think he can handle it? Control it?"
She hesitated before answering. When she did, it was with a frankness only someone who had broken every bone in their body multiple times could possess.
"He's going to have nightmares for the rest of his life. He's going to break things accidentally. He's going to hate himself for things he did and things he didn't even do but think he did." She placed the cup on the table. " But yes. I think he can do it. If we teach him the right way."
"What's the right way?" she looked at Bucky as if she should already know the answer.
"Show him that he doesn't need to be afraid of himself."
It was on a Tuesday that things reached a turning point.
She started gently, as always. Bob was in the center of the gym, his arms limp at his sides, his gaze fixed on some distant point that only he could see. She walked around him slowly, like an animal studying another.
"Show me what you can do, Bob."
"I can't do anything" The answer came automatically, almost rehearsed.
"Come on…." her voice had a light, almost affectionate, teasing tone. "You can do something. Without calling the other guy… No offense."
Bob frowned, thinking. His face, which normally alternated between anxiety, fear, and guilt, suddenly lit up with a flash of something close to… pride?
"Oh! I can touch my nose with my tongue!"
He did.
There, in the Tower's gym, surrounded by state-of-the-art training equipment and walls that had witnessed interdimensional battles, Bob, the most powerful being on the planet, a scientific error bordering on divinity, touched the tip of his own nose with his tongue and seemed genuinely pleased with himself.
She looked at Bucky.
Bucky shrugged.
"Cool," she said finally. "I can work with that."
The following weeks were… strange. Good, but strange.
She turned nose-and-tongue into an exercise. "Can you do this with your eyes closed?" she asked. Bob could. "Can you do this balancing on one leg?" Bob almost fell, but he managed. "Can you do this while making the lights flicker?"
Bob hesitated. He closed his eyes. The tip of his tongue touched his nose, and the gym lights flickered. Just once. It was faint. Almost imperceptible. But it happened.
Bucky, watching from a corner with his arms crossed, felt a chill down his spine. Not from fear. From hope.
Day after day, she expanded Bob's limits without him realizing it. The training was never about brute force. It was about presence. About body awareness. About feeling his own power before it exploded.
"You don't control your strength because you don't know it's there until it's too late," she explained one afternoon when they were both sitting on the mat, Bob chewing on a jelly sandwich he had made himself. "It's like… You know when you're walking and you bump into a table?"
"I break the table" Bob said, his mouth full.
"You break the table because you didn't feel you were going to bump into it. We're going to work on that. You're going to learn to feel the world around you. The walls. The doors. The cups. They're going to stop being surprises."
Bob chewed silently.
"And if I can't?"
"Then we'll try again."
"And if I can't again?"
"Again".
Bob looked at the sandwich in his hands. It wasn't broken. It wasn't disintegrated. It was whole. It was the first time he realized this, that he had held something fragile long enough to eat it without destroying it.
His eyes welled up with tears.
"I didn't destroy the sandwich… " he whispered, as if it were a miracle.
"You didn't destroy it." she agreed, giving him a small squeeze on the hand. Celebrating the small steps. "Tomorrow we'll try with a cup."
But there was still a barrier. Bucky could see it. Bob was learning to control the small powers; his breathing, his presence, his spatial awareness, but when it came to real strength, the kind of strength capable of reducing a building to dust with a sneeze, he refused to touch it. Literally and figuratively.
He held back.
She noticed. Of course she noticed. She'd been trained for decades to read supersoldiers, to know when they were going easy, when they were holding back, when they were afraid of breaking the toy.
Bob was the most fragile toy she'd ever seen. Only the opposite.
"How about… using your super strength?" she asked one day, with the casualness of someone suggesting changing the TV channel.
Bob froze.
"What?"
"Super strength. You have it. I saw the reports. Bucky told me about the wall. About the door. About the car once, in the parking lot."
"The car was an accident!" Bob's voice rose. "The steering wheel just… and I just… I'm sorry."
"I know it was an accident. That's why we're going to train on purpose. With control. With awareness."
Bob shook his head, taking a step back.
"No. No, no, no. I'm not going to. I hurt people."
"Normal people, yes." She took a step forward. "But I'm not a normal person."
"You don't understand!" The gym lights flickered. Bob took a deep breath, trying to control himself, and the lights returned to normal. But his eyes were shining, not with power, but with despair. "I ripped a man in half, Yn. With my bare hands. I saw his face while it happened. I felt…"
"Bob."
"I don't want to feel that again. Never again. " His voice broke. " I'd rather never use anything again. I'd rather be… weak. Useless. I'd rather…"
"I won't break" she said with absolute calm. "You can try with all your might. You can throw me against the wall. You can break every bone in my body. In three seconds, I'll be standing again." she moved closer. "You can't really hurt me, Bob."
Bob blinked. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"Come on" she opened her arms, like a target. "Let's fight. You and me. Let's go!"
Bob shook his head, backing up until he hit the wall, his shoulders sinking into the concrete as if it were styrofoam. He pulled himself out of the hole with an awkward tug.
"No! I'm going to hurt you!"
"Puff!" she laughed, a genuine and encouraging laugh. "No way! Come on!"
She moved forward.
It wasn't a violent attack. It was more of a push, a deliberate imbalance. She placed her hands on Bob's shoulders and applied pressure, not enough to hurt anyone, but enough to throw him off balance.
Bob stumbled.
And, in the process of trying to regain his balance, he reached out.
It happened too fast for anyone there (including Bob) to process. It was a reactive, unconscious movement. Bob's hand found her chest and pushed her.
It wasn't a normal push.
It was a push from someone who could lift a truck without feeling its weight. It was a push from someone who had never, not for a second, understood their own strength.
Yn flew.
Literally flew.
She slid across the gym like a rag doll, arms outstretched, her face a genuine expression of surprise. She hit the back wall with a wet, terrible sound. A "crack" that echoed through the empty space. Then silence. And then the sound of bones disintegrating, of flesh settling into an angle no body should have.
She fell to the floor like a pile of rags.
Bob stood paralyzed.
His hands trembled. His eyes were wide open, too bulging, too glazed.
"No," he whispered. "No. No. No no no no no…"
Her body was wrong. Her neck twisted at an impossible angle. Her chest wouldn't rise. It wouldn't fall. It wouldn't do anything. Her eyes were open, still, empty.
"Yn?" Bob said, his voice a hiss. He fell to his knees on the mat, his hands clutching his hair. "Yn, no. No, no, no. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. Please, no. Not again. Not again, please, God, take this away from me, take this away from me, I don't want this, I didn't ask for this, I…"
His world was crumbling.
Bucky started to run, but he knew he wouldn't make it in time. He knew that nothing he did could stop what was about to happen, Bob's panic unleashing a psychic storm, the entire Tower being sucked into the Void, once again, another lost dawn, more nightmares, more…
And that's when Yn's neck snapped back into place.
It was a horrible sound. Wet. Mechanical. The kind of sound you hear in nightmares. But what came next was worse and better at the same time: her chest rose. Her eyes, previously empty, blinked. Yn moved.
She sat up.
"Wow…" her voice came out a little hoarse, as if she were waking from a very deep sleep. "I needed that!"
Bob looked up. His face was red, smeared with tears and snot, the expression of someone who had just witnessed their own capacity for destruction once again. But there was something different there. It wasn't just horror. It was… confusion. Hesitant hope.
"You…" Bob choked. "You were dead."
"I was." She stood up with a fluidity that didn't match the noise her bones had made seconds before. She stretched her neck, turned her shoulders, and everything creaked into place. "Cool, isn't it?"
"COOL?" Bob practically shouted. "YOU WERE DEAD!"
“I get like this sometimes. It passes.” She approached, her steps firm. She crouched in front of Bob, getting to his eye level. “Hey. Look at me.”
Bob trembled. But he looked.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Her voice was firm, but gentle. “You can’t kill me. You can try all day. You can try all week. You can throw me off a building, run me over with a tank, blow me up with dynamite. It doesn’t matter. I’ll come back.” She placed her hand on Bob’s shoulder, carefully, with the care of someone who knows they’re handling a loaded weapon. “You’re not alone in this, Bob. You don’t have to carry this alone.”
Bob sobbed.
It was an ugly, uncontrolled sob, that came from the depths of a chest that had spent too long holding everything together alone. He threw himself forward, his arms wrapping around her in an awkward, overly tight hug.
She didn’t break. Of course not. She was made not to break.
But for a second, just for a second, Bob felt her touch, solid, real, alive, and something inside him crumbled. He cried like a child, his face buried in her t-shirt, his shoulders shaking.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
"It's okay," she murmured, patting his back. "It's okay. I'm here."
Bucky watched from the gym doorway, the cold metal prosthesis against his chest. He didn't interrupt. He didn't say anything. He just stood there, watching Yn do what he had never been able to: hold Bob without fear.
After a long time, fifteen minutes, maybe twenty, Bob's crying began to subside. He was still sobbing, still trembling, but the acute agony had passed. Only exhaustion remained. A deep exhaustion, the kind that goes to the bone.
She gently pulled him away, looked at his swollen, red face.
"I think today was good, wasn't it?" She smiled. It wasn't a triumphant or condescending smile. It was a warm, human smile. "Want some ice cream?"
Bob blinked.
The question was so absurd, so profoundly out of place, that it took him a few seconds to process.
"Ice cream?"
"Ice cream," she stood up, extending her hand to him. "There's a tub of chocolate chip in the fridge. I saw it when I got here. We can eat it and watch something silly. Cartoons. Something light."
Bob looked at her outstretched hand.
The hand he had used to throw a human body against a wall. The hand that had already split people in two. The hand he feared more than anything else in the world.
"I'm so dirty," he said, his voice low.
"We'll shower later."
"I…" He hesitated. "I'm still shaking."
"Then we'll eat ice cream while shaking."
Bob looked at his own fingers. They were shaking, yes. But they weren't undoing anything. They weren't piercing anything. They just… trembled. Like normal fingers. Like human fingers.
He accepted her hand.
She pulled him up with an ease that didn't make sense; after all, he weighed the same as an ordinary man, but his density was something else entirely. But Yn was a force to be reckoned with. She had pulled supersoldiers off the ground more times than she could count.
On the way to the kitchen, Bob still sobbed occasionally. His nose was running. His eyes were swollen. He looked terrible. Awful. “I’m sorry,” he said again, as she opened the refrigerator.
“I already said it’s okay.”
“Just one more time.”
“No.”
“Sorry.” She turned and looked at him with an expression that was 50% affection and 50% threat. Bob closed his mouth.
She took out the tub of ice cream, two spoons, and sat on the kitchen floor, leaning against the cupboard. Bob sat beside her, keeping a respectful distance.
“Come closer, I don’t bite,” she said.
He came closer.
His shoulder touched hers. Solid. Firm. She didn’t crumble. Didn’t break. Didn’t turn to dust.
Bob allowed himself to rest his weight against her for a moment.
She offered him the tub. He stuck the spoon in.
“Chocolate chip…” he murmured, his mouth full. “It’s my favorite.”
It was the first time anyone had heard Bob say he had a favorite.
Bucky, who had followed the two through the tower and watched everything with his arms crossed, felt something warm in his chest. It was… relief. Like after a storm. Like the silence after the thunder finally passes.
He turned and left. He left the two on the kitchen floor, eating chocolate chip ice cream at three in the afternoon, Bob still trembling a little, Yn telling some story about one of her goats that had learned to open the gate by itself.
"And then she ran away," she said, laughing. "Three kilometers. We found her at the city market, eating produce from the fair… That's why she's called Runaway."
Bob laughed. It was a weak laugh, stained with recent tears.
But it was a laugh.
And, at that moment, in that messy kitchen of Avengers Tower, that was enough.
Tf1!D-16/Megatron x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader/Yandere!Sentinel x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader:
Part 2
Content: 16+, D-16 and reader are expecting. Sentinel lies about D and Orion dying. Sentinel holds reader captive until D returns but by then he’s a different person by then.
Introduction Indie Series
TW/Tags: possessiveness, wholesome movements, death, pregnant!reader, cutest little sparkling I’ve ever wrote for oh my god I love this family, Megatron is a soft baby daddy, he loves reader and his sparkling, Sentinel really just held reader captive over night after Ds “death”. I think that’s all.
Note: I decided Conjunx isn’t a thing in this fic in order for a certain plot point in the story to work so sorry no Conjunx in this fic like in most of my others.
You and D-16 have been together for a long time. When he became your sparkmate. Things only got better when you have him the news you're with sparkling. You both talked about this day. It was common for miners to have little spankings running around and to eventually start helping with finding energon for the city.
Though you like a few others didn’t want this for your child. D is the same. Even contemplating about possibly giving you a sparkling.
So when you gave him the news. He soon returned it with joy. He already knew he’ll not regret raising a lil mini him with you. He chuckled at the thought once he told you that. You smiled at him. Happy to see him in thought of having a little mini him running around.
To play and playfully beat up his uncle Orion. You’d feel your sparkling grow in your stomach. And boy. Were they a big baby.
”Come on Megatronus is a great name if a boy. Oh! And Solus if a girl! And Prima if nutural!”
”D we are not naming our sparkling after a Prime. Why not after your best friend Orion-“
”NO-“
”Ok-“You chuckled. Gently holding his cervos as you both chuckled. Eventually you both agreed on a name that D called. Tough and strong. You didn’t mind it as much.
You already saw some of their head pushing some metal forward. Then the same thing happening from the top of your waist where their legs are located.
D was pretty proud of how big his little sparkling inside you was getting. “Haha! Big bot just like their sire!”
He did brag for a few days until you would drag him away. Giving the others a break. Even Orion was pretty excited to be an uncle and would ask to feel the dents from the baby at times when D wasn’t around. You’d of course let him..
But D hated it when you had to stay in the mining rooms for a few months as it got harder for you to even move. You still looked normal as you only had a few metal parts sticking out from your stomach
When the day came for the Iacon race. You told D you would stay with the other spiked femmes and GN bots. D understood and give you a loving kiss. “Man I cant wait to have you all to myself again.”
Causing Orion to groan as D chuckled. “Yes you will…after a couple months once my body heals.”
You responded to mess with him and avenge poor Orion. Causing D to now groan and chuckle after. And so later that day he and Orion made their way to the race. After what seemed like 30 minutes. You’d then feel a surge of pressure at your pelvis.
Uh oh. The other bot looked at you as you look down.
Your water broke.
You were in Pain. D was at the race with no way of anyone reaching him easily from within the crowed.
You were immediately brought to the cit hospital. Luckily you were a mining bot so carrying you into a room was easier.
Senitnel, who was there after the race to come “congratulate” the two miners from the race. After dealing with the two and having Airachnid send Darkwing to “deal” with them.
As you were brought in and sat in the room. Sentinel who just happened to be there. Was looking at you. Intrigued by a femme so well kept as you are. But when one of the nurses said you were here to give birth….he was upset. But he wasn’t too worried.
In this world where they can give berth to a transformer. He made sure the poeple in medican. Having the privilege to help people. Knows to remove the cogs of a child. If their parent happens to be a miner.
As you waited. The sparkling finally calming down for a bit. As you waited you then heard a knock at your door. Walking in was Sentinel himself. He had his usual smile as he does when he speaks to the city through the hologram. You were surprised. And you couldn’t really sit up as he then spoke.
From there he stayed with you for some time until it came time for you to give birth.
”Ah always nice to see another bot coming in to give another life. How are we feeling today my dear?” He sat in one of the chairs. “And who is this….Lucky bot?”
”He’s one of our strongest miners sir. I’m lucky enough to have him as a Conjunx. His name is D-16.”…..Sentinel gulped. But chuckled to not raise suspicion. Ah yes we love it when our worker make time to create families just like the rest of us!”
You’d not as looked out the window. “Hopefully the others find him at the race and and tells him the wonderful news.”
You didn’t notice the cringe look on his face.
When he was about to speak suddenly you groaned. “Th- the baby! It’s coming!!!” You screamed as the doctors and nurses ran in. Sentinel was asked to leave as you were about to give birth. He walked out and saw Darkwing. Speaking low to him as the two looked at the door. Hearing you moan and groan.
”Are they dealt with?”
”Yes sir.” Sentinel smiled.
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During this D and Orion were sneaking on the train with B. D was of course against it. Not knowing still of your situation. He tells Orion how you must have at least a few days before birth but he should still be there with you. That’s until Orion finally convinces him to go. He already knows he’ll get an earful from you.
After you gave birth to your sparkling. The nurses took your sparkling to watch them up.
They were able to fix you up removing those visible outer dents from under your chest to down above your pelvis.
As you laid there the doctors made sure you were covered up . You were exhausted. Sentinel then gave a nurse an order to turn on the tv in order for you to hear the news by him.
After some time you were more awake. You looked at the TV and saw Sentinel speak.
As you listened, you are hit with the worst news as you saw clips of D-16 and Orion in the race…..D was dead..
You were crying as the nurses came in with your sparkling. Pretending to be unaware of the tv.
As you were able to sit up, you gently held you sparkling. She looked so much like her Sire….Having Ds color scheme. Most of his armor. Her chest and legs looking like yours.
Her helmet a mix of both of yours and Ds. She has your purple optics. And……she’s cogless…of course. But non the less….she’s beautuiful….perfect.
She looked up at you and opened her mouth, like she wanted to speak as she smiles at you…She has her Sires smile, little grin…You felt both pain but joy at the same time in your spark.
After some time as you gently rested your cervo on your sparklings chest.
Her gently grabbing your digit with her little cervos as she tried to bite at the tip of your digit. Her big purple optics staring up at you as a smile still formed at the corner of her dermas.
Tears slowly going down you optics as you stared down at her. Sentinel then walked in. Taking his seat once more and looked at you and your sparkling. You believe this is a high honor.
“So how’s the lil sparkling doin?”
He said in a cheery voice trying to seem like he cares as he looks at you instead of your sparkling. You spoke as your voice was dry and rough. But still almost the same.
”She’s wonderful. Strong and healthy…Just like her Sire.” She giggled as she keeps trying to eat at your digit.
“The nurses are coming with energon….I just. Don’t know what to do when I return to the mining quarters….Raising her without her Sire…”
You’d then feel Sentinel place a cervo on your shoulder as ou both can hear your sparkling babble.
“You know…giving your ‘sparkmate’ has proven miners can show that they can do more. Even without a cog! Why don’t you come to the tower. Live up the life you would’ve had with him. A better life for you and your sparkling. Of course you can visit your mining friends so you sparkling can be with other little miners as well.”
You looked at him. “Do you truly mean this Sentinel?”
”Of course my dear.” He cringed a bit and tried to think of what to do next to keep your guard down. “Uhh What’s her name.”
You’d gently smile at him as you tell him.
”Spiker”
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After some time you were living at the tower for the time being. Sentinel told you you two will go over how to help the miners.
After sometime you stared to wonder. Everytime he was with you, he’d just complement you and even flirt with you at times as you tried to spend your first day with your sparkling as much as you can.
At times you’d notice at the corner of your optics. At the door Sentinel was watching you…What is he up to?
A few hours before D would return unknown to you. You’re still grieving. Setting you sparkling in her crib to sleep as her little cervos held onto your digit until you pulled away.
As you walked to the door, Sentinel was there in the living room with his cervos behind his back. He’d then notice you walk out and he takes steps towards you with his usual smile. “Sentinel are we ready to finally speak about helping the miners.”
He chuckled. His cervo gently grabbing yours once he kneeled down as his brings it to his dermas and kissed the back of it.
“I’ve seen your track record. I must say I’m impressed.” He keeps your cervo close to his helm as he stares down at you. “Thank you Sentinel. So are we to speak here? Or in a meeting rooom with other surpior?”
He scoffed but then soon chuckles. “Yes we’ll get to that. But I also have..another position for you my dear.”
His helm leaning down closer to you.
”Seeing that your sparkmate is…deceased. You should give your sweet sparkling a new sire. No sparkling should grow with just one parent.”
You just stared up at him as you grow more confused. What is he saying?” Before you knew it you were pinned against the wall. His frame against yours.
”Sentinel what are you-“
”Shh shh. Don’t wish to wake up our sparkling now don’t you?” He grinned as his cervos set on your hips. You’d press your cervos against his chest as you spoke in a whisper.
”Sentinel I cant just..date a prime!” You were basically covered by him as his optics narrowed.
”Oh I wasn’t asking sweetspark…Don’t worry I’m sure we’ll get a cog from a bot that no one will remember. And for your sparkling as well….sadly the only down side will be you and your sparkling…will be completely……different.”
You only stared at him with wide optics. He’s then grin.
”Now be a good partner and spend some time with your Prime. Hm?”
He chuckled. His dermas on your neck cable as he places soft kisses as you turned your helm towards the door. The room your sparkling is at.
Primus. What have you done?
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You would stay in the large apartment in a tower belonging to Sentine and his closest guards. You’ve been there for almost an hour until you see Sentinels guards bring in unconscious bots. It seems they went into the meeting room of the tower. It was already morning.
Your sparkling was in your arms as she ate some energon. She would’ve started crying if you left her and is already wide awake. You made your way to the door and peaked through the door.
Your sparkling calm. She defiently takes it from you.
You’d see a bunch of bots on their knees as Sentinel spoke to a larger bot. And it seemed that their cervos were tied behind their back. You didn’t notice a now cogged D-16. You came from the door behind the many bots.
You thought maybe these bots could help you if you can help release them. Or maybe distract Sentinel and the guards enough for one of them to escape?
And so with your sparkling gently grabbing at your chest as she looks up at you. You walked out once he punches a grayish bot and kneeled before the bot. He seemed to have taken a sticker off the bot. Almost sounding familiar. The bot then yelled.
”He’s a greater then you’ll ever be!”
Sentinel puts the sticker back and starts engraving something on the bots chest. Causing you to run closer. The other bots there looking at you.
”Sentinel!” He stoppped once he heard you. “Y/N! Return to your room! Guards! Take her and the sparkling back.”
Your sparkling started crying as the guards got closer. She was reaching for te grey bot. When the bot seemed to slowly get up. He was almost on his side as he looked up and saw you.
“Y/N!”
His optics wide as he saw you and….His Sparkling!!! Spiker still crying as she reached out to him. Knowing her Sire.
You kept her close as the guards grabbed your arms. And one of them tries to take her in order to not hurt her when dragging you back. D then starts getting up.
Only for a guard to punch him forward as he only stared at you and Spiker.
“Protect Y/N and get them out of here!”
Out of now where a train came and hit Sentinel. The guards soon take you out of the tower. Taking you down the halls as one of them held your sparkling who didn’t stop crying.
You could not hear distruction and your sparklings cry’s. But out of nowhere a punch of seekers came and took care of the guards.
They told you they work for D-16 and as one of the femmes pick you up. Another bot was able to get your sparkling. He gently held the chikd and flew you two out fo the tower. Bringing you to a safe distance and join alongside a crowd.
Your sparkling reaching to you the while time in the bots arms. You and your sparkling in your arms stand for a good time as you watched D fight and kill Megatron.
You covered your sparkling optics after he dropped Optimus down into the planet.
After Optimus Primes and Megatrons battle. One of the seekers looked at you and picks you up. Taking with him as you all flew to the surface.
During your flying time two cogs appeared. Megatron below seeing this. The cogs go into your and your sparklings chest. Causing you two to change your alt mode in the seekers arms.
Once you all made your way to a safe spot of the surface at a mountain. The seeker let you down and leaves.
As everyone else stayed at one part of the mountain.
You and Spiker were a bit further away. As Megatron requested. Soon Megatron made his way to you. You calmed your sparkling who was trying to stop crying.
Megatron looked down at you and your sparkling. His now red optics almost soft and his face a mix of anger, sadness, worry, and almost uncertain. You looked at him as your sparkling reached up to him.
”You…were at his tower..”
”Megatron he kept me there against my will! He told me you died! He wouldn’t let me leave after going there. I believed he wanted me to help make the city better! I-I-I”
As you spoke he looked at his sparkling. She looked so much like him with small traits of you. She continued to stare at him with wide optics as she reached up at him with a smile and giggling.
”D- Megatron I didn’t know I thought you were dead. I thought you-“
He set his cervo on your waist as he leaned down. Now only being a few feet shorter then him. Being a few inches taller then Starscream.
”I..Undertsand. He lied to me too. He lied to all of us.”
His other cervo gently holding Spikers back as she stared up at him.
”But we know the truth now. And I will lead us to the future. A better on. For You. Our sparkling. Us. Everyone here for us to have a better home.”
His forhelm presses against yours as Spiker continues to reach up at him. Megatron then presses his dermas against yours. You both holding a passionate and soft kiss with each other as you both close your optics. When you both pulled apart Spiker let out a baby shout and moving her little arms.
Megatron chuckled and gently held her. taking her from your arms.
”And you my little sparkling shall be my heir. My when I saw those pushed dents on your carrier I didn’t expect you to be this much bigger. You gave her that name we agreed to?”
”Yes…her name is Spiker. She has a Strong personality.”
You joked as you watched him hold Spiker up. Her little cervos reaching for his face as he smiled up at her. He’d then bring her closer to his helm.
Letting her cervos gently grab at his chin and nose.
He kept a smile on his dermas as he notices she has his smile. Even having his laugh as she only looked at him with joy.
You with a smile on your face as well. He’d hold her with one arm as his other sets on your waist pulling you closer as he smiles down at you. You setting a cervo on Spikers lap and the other on Megatrons chest. Even Spiker had one of her little cervos on top of yours and her other reacher for Megatrons chin. You three really do look like a happy family.
From then on you and your sparkling stay by Megatrons side. A family to rule together. Even as things…slowly change.
I WISH i was reader right now like my god- I love this man so much and obviously for a big and strong dude of course he’d make big sparklings (Idea: Terry from Brooklyn nine-nine).
Reader just lucky her baby didn’t kill her lmao.
As always I hope you guys enjoy this and if you guys want me to post cute little Megatron family moments together. Like Megatron being a dad….and cockblocked occasionally. Please leave a comment of any ideas. I know y’all are thirsty for sparkling content and…other thing lol.
As always re post is appreciated and cant wait to see what requests you simps come up with next.
a/n: I'm back! with a gift for my bsf, and my hyperfixation with TF is back full swing :D
tags: fluff, established relationship, robot/human, brief spoilers but nothing major
synopsis: You sit on Sentinels shoulder as he talks about his day.
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You like listening to Sentinel speak, finding his voice rather soothing and almost therapeutic. Most people—cybertrionians—didn't, esspically the ones who have been working for him over the decades. You can easily see the annoyance prevalent on their faces, but they never dared to voice it.
He knows this all too well and simply doesn't care. With his ego and self-confidence, he never lets it bother him. Although, he seems to talk even more when he's around you.
He doesn't talk at you like he does others. He actually talks to you, actively including you in his conversations that he'd normally have for himself.
Just as he is now, in the privacy of your shared habsuite. He sits at his desk, typing away on boring data pads as he talks about his day. You relax on his shoulder, leaning against his vents and enjoying the breeze that warms your cold skin.
"Those two miners- by primus were they something. I never thought I'd see those cogless bots actually try to be... different." Sentinel says, and sarcastic chuckle emits from his voice box.
You nod, flipping a page in your book. It was one of the many that you brought with you on your spaceship when you crashed and landed on Cybertrion.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" You ask as look up from your book and stare at the side of his helm. The gold of his audials still shone under the dim lighting.
He huffed, his vents pushing out a hot breeze of air. "Not necessarily. It did make the race more enjoyable and boosted the work ethic of the other minors, but they broke rank, so they will be dealt with."
A frown tugs at your lips. You didn't like the way he delved out punishments. Finding them too much for even the littlest things.
"They won't mysteriously disappear, right?"
Sentinel turns his head to you, and the striking blue of his optics locks with your eyes. You tense slightly, the stare was intense, and unnerving. You can't read him when he's like this. The unpredictability puts you on edge.
"Nuh uh, they'll just be going to one of the sublevels. Don't worry, you're pretty little head about it, 'kay?" He reassures you and grins, leaning forward to press a light kiss to your lips, the best he could anyway since his face obviously drawfs yours.
His engine rumbles—sounding like a cats purr—, and he pulls back, eyes analyzing your now smiling face. Sentinel raises a servo and his digit through your hair, pushing it back and away from your face. He would touch your hair for days if he could. Its softness brings him a great sense of peace.
Sentinel will probably never admit it, but he likes it when he's with you. With you, he can relax, forgetting about the Quintessons and everything else on Cybertron he has to deal with.
He likes the quietness being with you brings, the comfortable presence you have, of someone who actually wants to be around him and indulge him in a real conversation.
Enjoying the hair stroking, you let your eyes fall shut, leaning back into his digit. The stroke of it is soothing, reminding you of your family back home.
Now he's your family, and you both are content with that.
I have a question... what do you think sentinels prime punshiments would look like? :3 what would be the worst one?
｡˚ ❀ ˚｡ He's so evil and sadistic...so why do I love him so much?!?!
𝄞 Real Men by Mitski
❀ The Icon of Iacon
❀ He loves the rogue sparks that fly inches from his face as he burns or rather "engraves" you. Sentinel uses his torch to engrave his name (Or rather a pretty cursive signature) somewhere on his darling's chassis. Similar to what he did to Megatron. He'll trail his digits over the resplendent scar later on. Making sure he feels every dip and curve of his name across her armor. Every shiver and shutter that runs ramped through his beloved darling's frame.
❀ Sentinel Prime isn't a gentle bot. He prefers to not see himself as barbaric just determined, steadfast. That's why he plucks the tires from his darling's body, not because he's cruel but because he'll do anything to keep her by his side. Although it's hard to find an excuse for how he relishes in the warm energon that coats his digits as he thrusts them into her open lacerations. Hard to find the right words when he's trailing open-mouthed kisses between gaping iron and savoring her ethereal taste as he eagerly licks her gushing wounds. Not cruel, no immoral...just in love.
❀ Her alt mode is rendered utterly useless. Pretty shiny thing that can't move. It leaves his darling ruined emotionally. She can't bear the state she's in. The grotesque useless thing she now has to transform into...
❀ So Sentinel rips out her T-cog. He does it to preserve her mental state, he swears. Does it so she won't have to turn into the form she's come to despise so wholeheartedly...And maybe if he's allowed a moment of selfishness he'll confuse in hushed tone whispers that he may have also done it to prevent her from running away.
❀ Although the procedure entirely depends on how his darling behaves. If she's sweet and docile, only ever trying to escape from his golden grasp. Then he'll take pity on her and permit her to remain unconscious through the whole thing, he's only doing this for her after all, he doesn't want her to suffer but it's necessary to keep her safe. Things are always "necessary" with him.
❀ However if his darling is feisty headstrong and constantly putting up a fight, a constant threat, metallic rose throne at his side, daring even to try and harm him. Then he'll definitely rip her T-cog straight from her chest, making sure she feels each wire snap, the grotesque unnatural expansion of her metallic chest. The rigorous pop of your diodes. The gory crunch of circuits snapping, forced to release the precious organ. He wants her withering in the pain. Looking into his optics and finally understanding that he owns her.
❀ The thing about a bot like Sentinel is that they can so easily look in a mirror and only see justice and golden paragons. Blood-soaked rhyme and reason that always ends with them draped in innocence relishing in the thing they want most. Bots like Sentinel, bots whose deific power ripples through every vein of a planet. Can never be painted as monsters, as wretched. They have too much authority and excuses to be anything but wholly perfect.
❀ You'd been so used to internal pain. The righteous crack of sparks, blunt anxiety cascading through your circuits. Maybe it's cause there isn't much that can harm a Cybertronian, not much that dents and rips celestial steel. But with him, everything is outwards. The churn of a nervous stomach is nothing compared to the rippling agony of a broken leg. Sentinel rips the pain from your metallic viscera, baths you in your own ichor, bedaubs you in pain as he calls you his "sweet little lover".
❀ "I hope Primus sends you straight to Unicron!" You can't help but scream between tears and traumatized sobs. You straighten your spine, knees folded to your chest. Your energon pools beneath you, pouring from his latest mauling. Open-ended wires spark as they make contact with your blue essence.
❀ Sentinel only chuckles, sky-hued optics playfully darting to the ground. 'Dear Primus, I don't believe in you'... but all he offers his darling is a sweet sugar-laced smile and a saccharine peck on the cheek.
❀ Sentinel will never admit it, it's hard to show such benignity when you rule an entire planet, but maybe -just maybe- at the end of the cycle his favorite misery to besiege upon you, is when he grips your chin or cheek and tugs you towards his lips. Savouring your ethereal taste. When he guides your servos to his chassis, pulling you closer till both are one. When he can just hold and kiss you. Just be with you. A romantic scene framed eternally by Cyerbtron's setting sun.
❀ If you close your optics, you can almost pretend to be in love...
