Imagine if Transformer One ended up being so successful that it spired into its own series, with multiple movies and seasons and such. Telling a whole entire tale. And when the war was won, the serie ended, the final scene features Optimus slowly drifting into a recharge (or much more likely, dying) As his optics closed, the screen went dark, and we heard a distanced voice of Alpha Trion (or Primus) saying: “Thank you for your service, Optimus Prime. You have fought through too much battles, and suffered through too much pains. Yet, I can give you nothing in return, other than blessing you with this sweet dream.”
And then a blurry version of D-16 slowly fades on screen, and he cried: “Come on! Orion! Hurry up you turbo snail! We can’t be late this time again or it’ll really be the death of us!”
Then the camera pans to Optimus, who is now Orion. He felt like he can’t remember anything, and something feels weird, but he shrugged, and he said, “I’m coming! Wait!”
for a Bumblee Bee x Decepticon reader who’s short like him but more timid than their comrades. Like they mess up on missions, but they can be snappy too and fast like Bumblebee! I imagine him chasing them in a fun cat and mouse and accidentally takes it like a fun game.
all scaring the heck out of them as he catches up with a smile.
He would start crushing on them and just says things like it’s a fun idea “you should totally switch sides! Join us!” And the reader is all bewildered but wary.
Bumblebee [Animated]
In which the small bot finds a con just about his size that he wants to spend more time with.
Reader is: Gender Neutral | Cybertronian | Decepticon. Romantic.
Bee has a fair few con encounters now that he is fighting for Earth
Usually they were against the likes of Blitzwing, Lugnut, and the odd Starscream
But you were new; you were something that paled in size but made up for in interest
You were mostly known for your ability to distract; that's right, the cons used you as a lure on purpose
You were small, nimble, decently fast, and as Random had once told you;
"You have the face of an Autobot!"
Autobots thought you were an easy target, easy to manipulate, perhaps less smart
But you were dedicated to the cause, and while you hated being bait and preferred your spot on intelligence collection, you were happy to do whatever Megatron wished of you
Usually, it was fine
But recently, the yellow one had gotten too close, and he was only getting better at catching up to you
Telling the cons you were scared was out of the question, but it was seriously concerning how obsessive it had become
Every time you made yourself visible to the Bots, he was racing towards you with a smile and a hand extended, like he expected you to reach out and accept him just like that
More recently, you were worried he'd actually catch you
Racing down a frozen-over river as thick snow slowly fell from the sky, leafless trees whizzing past your vision as your peds left compacted snow marks behind you
He had special wheels made for snow, but you didn't, and he was fast behind you, yelling some more of his pleas
"Aren't you tired of running? I just wanna talk!"
He sounded so young, certainly near your age, someone you could get along with had it not been for the war
But what if it was only a trick? What if he only played this game for his own amusement?
You'd long since called Blitzwing to help get you, since you couldn't fly, and he was on his way, but visibility was low with all the snow, fog, and your distant location
You had to keep running, but Bee was only a few meters behind by now; you could hear the snow crunching beneath his tires
"C'mon! Join the bots! We can race like this more often on real roads!"
He offered again, but you refused
"You make it sound easy; how about you just join the cons?"
You were just as snappy, though
Just as he got on your heels and transformed, digits inches away from grabbing your arm, you jumped up and grabbed onto the wing of the purple and tan jet that swooped down, dragged away from his reach in seconds
He stopped in his tracks and groaned, but his smile never left
"Next time, then!"
Authors Note - This prompt is so cute!!! It honestly reminds me of a Blitzwing fic I read by @vhaos-chaotic-writing that was him being yandere and kinda doing the same!
i feel like if anyone ever asked Optimus Prime what his favorite color is he'd say it's yellow. He'd never tell anyone why its yellow but the reason is that every time he sees yellow he thinks of D-16 his old best friend. I love art of them, they're so cute.
(Author note: I had to write this idea because it's seriously hindering my ability to focus on updating the next chapters of Echoes of the Unknown.)
Warning: mentions of cloning, turning into a weapon, slavery, and escape.
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Imagine the quintessons or some other evil entity momentarily capturing Optimus and Megatron, and taking parts of their sparks in hopes of cloning warriors capable of matching them in a fight. After several experimental trials, they managed to clone two functional transformers.
Imagine being one of those clones, waking up from an egg inside a lab and growing up with another transformer, who you saw as your sibling and your only family. You love each other despite your clear differences and try to survive under the harsh rule of your creators, who seem to be trying to prepare you for something.
It was clear that they saw your kind as slaves as they were unkind and unforgiving. They did not allow any type of flaws. You do not like it but there was nothing you could do.
You and your sibling take in a younger transformer who becomes like your younger sibling.
You dream of proper names, freedom to explore the galaxy without fear, and a place to call home.
One day, you uncover your creator's sinister plans and decide to break free from them with your family.
You and your siblings escape using the space bridge technology. You set a course toward this unknown planet, then blow up the control systems so your creators can't follow you.
You arrive at this planet called Earth. You stumble upon a human farm, and despite you and your siblings being giant metallic aliens, the human family decides to take you in.
You learn English and get proper names, abandoning your former number designations. You come to love your new home and your human family, even though you sometimes worry about your creators finding you again.
However, you then realize you were not the only transformers on earth. Through a brief confrontation, you meet the Autobots and the Decepticons, and though, you and your siblings were your own persons, you two shared a lot of similarities with the factions' leaders.
You can only hope nothing terrible will come out of this.
starscream got his name because he's one of the most powerful seeker and the high guard, due to his speed and agility. even as he flies, his wings create friction so violent, that the wind "screams." enemies can hear him coming from miles away.
