Perhaps a shattered glass Skyfire x Starscream for intoxication where Skyfire drugs him into thinking they live a happy little life?
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Warnings for: Mind altering intoxication, implied sexual assault, captivity, implied poisoning.
Intoxication:
There was something amiss.
Starscream peered down at his hands as he stood at his fuel prep station. They were pristine as always, shining white plating and well-oiled joints.
There was something amiss.
His hands fascinated him, the healthy finish, most of all. He felt good, healthy- and there was something amiss with that.
He'd- They'd slept in that morning, but Starscream woke up first, and wanted to do something nice for his ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️- No, that was wrong, Skyfire was his spouse, surely.
Skyfire kept him maintained, worked hard in their idyllic little life to keep his frail frame healthy and work for their living. If Starscream was one for finery outside of Skyfire's preference, he was sure he'd always be dripping with jewels and precious metals.
And that was wrong, somehow, a part of him whispered. There was no part of the planet that should be able to produce-
"Starscream."
Starscream jumped, sending the cube of fuel he'd been dispensing flying and clattering to disperse and spread on the floor.
It was almost devastating, to see the precious resource wasted because of him- but the vice of fear around his spark was worse-
He turned, for some reason feeling a tremble take up in his frame.
"Skyfire-" He started, but stopped, stopped by something, some process. His lover's face was placid, relieved, even if those red optics blazed down at him something fierce.
"You're out of bed." Skyfire said, casually. "Are you feeling alright?"
Starscream felt great, better than he had - had- had before, before what? It wasn't right, he knew he was sick.
He could say nothing, with the grip of dread choking him. Was he really so jumpy? Instead he nodded, not trusting of what his response could be.
Skyfire moved from him briefly to activate the cleaning drone system, and then came back to rest his huge hand in the space between Starscream's low neck and wings.
"Let me get you some fuel." He purred, before directing Starscream to their seating area.
How sweet was he? To soothe his clumsy conjunx, to make sure he was taken care of? Skyfire was telling him all the time he would do anything for him, all he needed to do was relax, and it would all be taken care of for him.
There was something wrong with it all, something askew in his world but just out of his grasp. He was a scientist so he should be able to- no, he wanted to br a scientist? But instead Skyfire was taking care of him?
He looked down at his hands and startled to find them pristine, instead of chipped and dull, and most importantly stained with the life fluids of other Cybertronians.
He could feel the impression of a sword's hilt in his hand, when a cube alighted next to his open palm. Starscream looked up and up, where Skyfire was stood over him, holding the cube between his thumb and forefinger. His optics gleamed their beautiful red, and he watched expectantly.
Starscream looked back to the cube, and took in it's deep hie as compared to Skyfire's own.
His mouth went dry, as he brought both hands to cup around it.
"This is my med-grade?" He asked weakly.
A smile spread over Skyfire's face.
"Of course, my spark." He assured warmly. "I even added that static dissipator compound you like, it should calm the spinning of that overactive pulse for you."
Starscream ruminated as fast as he could, which was glacial as compared to before- When before? Where before?- and looked back at Skyfire one more time.
The huge mech look at him intensely.
In just a split second, his expression softened back out into gentle interest.
"Something wrong, Star?" Skyfire asked placidly.
"N-no." Starscream said, and brought the cube that much closer. "I just…."
Skyfire motioned him to go on.
"Can- I mean…. Could we perhaps go flying after this? I think I would be okay to do a short flight." He glanced down at his cube and froze still, seeing an absolute look of malice pass over Skyfire's expression.
He brought the cube to his mouth and drank, feeling strongly- wrongly -SURELY wrongly, that this was his only safe motion.
It was delicious- tasted good like a drop of fuel after a long period of starvation (Why would he know what anything like starvation was like??).
He couldn't help but drink deep.
Skyfire was serene and pleased with him when he looked back up, with half the fuel down.
"Finish your fuel." His lover prompted. "And if you feel properly energized after, I would love to take you on a flight. It's a good day, when you're feeling better."
There were already prickles of discomfort sliding through Starscream's lines somehow, but for some reason so much was already less alarming, his spouse's behavior included.
He felt warm, and the warmth spread in frame in his next mouthful.
Another gulp, and the world was prettier. One more, his frame felt that much heavier, and he was relaxing, frame sunk into his luxurious couch more and more.
What could've been wrong? The cube dissipated as he finished it, and his levels pinged him back a cheery full. Skyfire took his hand in both of his, and when Starscream looked at him, he saw only beneficence.
"How are your tanks feeling?" He asked, and Starscream knew the smooth calculation in that voice was pure care, he'd never allow anything bad to happen to him.
"A little unsettled." Starscream said, though part of him felt far away, dreamy.
There was nothing amiss, Skyfire would take care of him.
"I want to fly." He admitted, and his mouth felt looser, but he felt safer. "But I don't think it's a good idea." He didn't know why he didn't think it was a good idea- probably because he was sick.
Skyfire leaned in and nuzzled his face, nipped at his jaw with unsaid suggestion. Heat flashed through his frame.
"No, my darling one." He murmured, and Starscream leaned into the contact. His interface systems could prime in a moment, for his love.
"As tempting as it is to let those filthy Deceptions peek from their holes see you so well cared for- you're all mine. Forever."
Important news there was a song in my head but I forgot it and it kept me up at night cause I was imagining star dancing to it. Mourn. Edit : I found it
Posted this before but I only just realised it wasn't put up so here we go ig. No new content cause I just had a test but I'll try to add either some primes or TC and SW to the au.
For now I'll post some old art like this one tho I might make four more drawings.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
chapter 2 is up!
A couple academic presentations, one invitation to Starscream’s suite, and a single bolt from Bluestreak’s sniper rifle, and Wheeljack had successfully led the capture of the Decepticon second-in-command.
Yooo. I was pondering who would have the Matrix of Leadership in SG, then thought: What if it wasn't the Matrix of Leadership anymore? What if it was the Matrix of Dictatorship?
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