Can I request TFP Megatron and a femme autobot reader who’s super duper sweet and literally the complete opposite of him. He secretly loves her dearly because they knew each other back on cybertron before he even became Megatron. She’s also maybe stronger than him (bc we love strong women) 😋
TYSM!!!🫶🫶
☆ Contrasting Clashing — TFP Megatron x Fem Autobot Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron always claimed to his Decepticon allies that you were just as much an enemy as any other, that you were a scraplet in his side and someone he wanted to annihilate just as much as any other Autobot
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The truth was a lot more complicated than he always claimed it to be. He couldn't keep you out of his processor, your faceplates deeply familiar. He remembered every smile you gave him, present and past. To be back now, of all times, must've been a punishment from Unicron himself
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He stayed focused on hating you, trying to see you like another faceless Autobot. He'd see you before fights chatting with your fellow soldiers, and his spark would get an uncomfortable wrench knowing those grins were no longer for him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the first things that solidified your spot in his processor was how you bested him in battle. He wasn't anything close to happy about losing, but your sheer strength was something he'd always found attractive. Someone who could make him feel like he had a fair match frustrated and delighted him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You could've sworn there were moments in battle where he was holding back. Where he'd miss a shot that should've been easy for him, or the Decepticons deflected away from you under his command. You felt bewildered, yet oddly curious. What were his intentions here? Why did it almost feel like he was looking out for you?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Deep down, Megatron hated how he couldn't stand to see you hurt. He loathed how the smile leaving your faceplates hurt him as well, and what he hated the most was he felt anguish when hearing that his armies had been what did it to you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 As a show of good will, you once lifted Megatron with great ease when he got heavy injuries during a battle. Megatron felt his faceplates heat up embarrassingly quick, and he scrambled to try and say he was fine, but you at least got him somewhere safe first
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Decepticons of course also got curious after a time, subtly inquiring what their boss was thinking when matching against you so often. Megatron would assure them that it was all a part of his plan, but really he just wanted any excuse to be close to you again
Hi there! How are you doing?
I wanted to ask for something!
I'm not sure if you still write about Transformers, but here goes…
Could you write a Transformers: MTMTE headcanon featuring Ultra Magnus and a male Cybertronian reader in a romantic context—one who can transform into a dragon?
☆ Claws and Orderly Structure — Ultra Magnus x Male Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || He/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ultra Magnus kept his feelings like he kept everything in his life— guarded and under control. The only issue is feelings are hardly ever rational, they're almost always the exact opposite. He couldn't reel back his infatuation for you if he tried (and he did. It failed spectacularly)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You bring out a side to Magnus he often denies carrying. The side of him that puts regulations aside for a moment, just to feel. To see beyond structure, and enjoy things as they are. You can very rarely get him to fully embrace this part of himself
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The revelation of your transformation was, well, unexpected. All Magnus could think of was the dangers it could bring, what with the size and the sharp edges and the teeth— he falls into old habits, sticking himself squarely in his processor to think it over
ᯓᡣ𐭩 And yet, at the end of it all, it's still you. Even in the shape of a dragon, you're the mech that taught him it was okay to feel freely. That sometimes life can be relaxed. No matter your form, he's determined to stay. He'll withstand teeth and claws and everything else. You saw all of him, now he sees all of you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 If given enough time, he even jokes about how much of a shock it was in private. But if you even lightly hint about being upset he'll take it deathly seriously and cut it out then and there. Likewise, if anyone else makes the joke, he's quick to scold them unless you explicitly tell him you're okay with it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'd say stuff like "You're the only one that gets to see this, you hear me? Not a word to anyone else. If a single bot is talking about this tomorrow, I'll know exactly where it came from" when still getting used to showing his vulnerable side around you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's still determined to tell you all the ways he'll be sure to protect you, even if you're technically stronger than him by alt mode alone. Secretly he actually enjoys that, it's nice to be taken care of for once. But you won't know that until a loooong time after he realizes it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You're still the handsome mech I met back then, even if you don't always look the same. But we will have to talk about a safety protocol. Yes, sweetspark, I hear you, but you knocked three bots over with your tail alone. I love you, but risks are risks"
☆ Why Not All Three? — Elite Trine x GN Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff, Poly || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Managing a relationship with all three of the iconic Decepticon Seekers wasn't a very easy task, with how much they tended to fight one another in the beginning. They each deployed different tactics of Seeker courting to try and catch your optic above the others. They thought they kept this all hidden from you, but you could sense it almost immediately
ᯓᡣ𐭩 It took quite a lot of time to talk to all of them and communicate that no, you didn't have a favorite, and yes, you liked all of them equally. After being reassured of that, you explained the concept of polyamory to them in length. After quite a lot of questions, they agreed to the idea
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp likes doing acts of service to show his affection. He'll teleport around, grabbing you anything you want, even if that means snatching out of the servos of someone else. He loves displaying his claws especially whenever he can, via scratching things open for you or subtly tracing them along your frame
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker prefers quality time. He likes sitting with you on your berth, or leaning against you as you work. Nothing better than spending as much time with you as possible, as he says frequently. He's prone to falling into recharge while leaning on you. Outside of that, he's eager to show his strength to you, offering to spar with you often
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream is big on words of affirmation. He'll tell you all the time how much he sees in you, and how much value you have for him to see you as a sparkmate. Definitely the type to brag about being sparkbonded to you to others whenever he can. He thinks his best feature is his pointed denta, so he makes sure to flash them to you whenever possible with his wide grins
ᯓᡣ𐭩 No matter how much you devoted yourself to spending individual time with all of them in equal intervals, you came to learn that they all share the trait of becoming easily jealous. They kept being backhanded to one another, one always being smug for having your attention at the moment and the others resenting
ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the best ways to calm them was to build a system where you all shared a nest together. The three Seekers collaborated their efforts to make a nest perfect for all of you, made of the best materials they could each find. Once you began recharging with all three of them at the same time using it, they calmed down greatly, so it became nightly routine
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream likes it best when you tend to his wings. Buffing, petting, tracing, anything like that. He's very inclined to showing his emotions through them, so feeling you appreciate them brings content purring to his voicebox, and it's an easy way to lull him to sleep
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp relaxes the most when you hold him close. Feeling your presence all around him is comforting, and he always leans into your proximity whenever he's by you to signal as much. Sometimes if he's in a bad mood he'll just crawl into your lap as a silent demand for the reassurance
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker loves his helm being pet. He feels soothed by the repetitive motions, and tilts his helm up into your servo whenever you do it. He tends to return the favor by petting your arms or lower back in response, always leaning on your shoulder or chassis
Genre: Fluff, mild angst || They/them pronouns for reader, reader is a bot || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127 wasn't as stupid as he seemed. Was he a little naive due to his isolation? Yes, did he have tendency to ramble? Also yes. But his lack of social ettiquite often got mistaken for ignorance, which was where most were wrong. He knew a lot, actually. Plenty of old Cybertronian records got thrown into Sublevel 50, usually by Sentinel's demands. He'd gotten hold of all of them, reading each thoroughly, hence his excitement when he felt he had the chance to see it all
ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he found you, and you actually expressed interest in what he had to say, he went on endlessly about all the knowledge he'd obtained. For a while you couldn't get him off your back, he adored spilling any of his thoughts to you whenever he thought there was anything worth mentioning (which happened to be... nearly all the time)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 After a while, you noticed his chatting slowly beginning to receed. It confused you, all you heard from other mechs was how B-127 was this talkative and cheery bot, you didn't expect him to suddenly clam up whenever he was trying to say something
ᯓᡣ𐭩 After gently asking about it, B revealed that he was more perceptive than others seemed to think of too. He knew how other mechs talked about him, and he knew they often said he talked far too much. He got worried he might be bothering you, so he had been trying to hold himself differently around you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were quick to reassure him that it was okay, and that you genuinely didn't mind. You knew he didn't do well with silence or feeling ignored, and you didn't want him to think you'd gotten tired of him. B seemed hesitant to take your words to spark, but he slowly got comfortable once more
ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127, through his many chats, did sometimes let some concerning things slip around you absentmindedly. He'd mention offhandedly how silence deeply discomforted him after being sent to the Sublevel, and how he often talked aloud just so he wouldn't have to feel as alone. You'd always reassure him, promising that you'd be there for him to talk to if he needed. He always gave a chipper response, but you could tell there was more to it beneath his vibrant excitement
ᯓᡣ𐭩 B tended to get rather nervous if you weren't around. You were one of the only mechs he hadn't annoyed by now, and he never strayed far from your side usually. He hides quite a bit of it from you in the early relationship stages, worried that any given conversation may be one that convinces you that he's too much
ᯓᡣ𐭩 As happy as he typically is, his vibrance does occasionally falter. He likes to keep up a peppy attitude to the slowly forming Autobot team, but he's honestly with you, trusting you to take his woes seriously and listen to him where others brushed him off, which he starting doing more and more when he was sure you genuinely wanted to hear
ᯓᡣ𐭩 In return for listening to him, B makes sure to be attentive to everything you say to him. He commits it all to memory, making sure to factor in little details. He's great with giving you little, meaningful gifts about small details you mention liking because of this
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's very prone of giving you handmade gifts, and he loves when you give compliments to anything he makes. Especially if you memorize their names or little facts he tells about his makeshift friends, he absolutely lights up and gets so excited to have someone not only hear him, but genuinely care
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's got zero problems telling you how much he loves you. Seriously, he'll tell you whenever he can and however much you need to hear that you have his whole spark, he's very prone to words of affirmation to show affection
Hi, could I request idw tarn x (romantic) non binary reader who is depressed/not having a great time mentally? Thank you so much!
☆ Melody For a Remedy — Tarn x GN Reader Fic ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || Warning for mild themes of depression
A/N: Tried to balance Tarn being eerie and comforting so I hope it comes across well- (also this contains Cybertronian/Deception Reader for context)
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If anyone were to seek something akin to warmth from the DJD leader, all they'd find was heat in the form of smelting. He was a shadow on the wall to even fellow Deceptions, a highly feared enemy, and an unsettling ally. All being said, the way you'd carved yourself a home in his chassis was unexpected to even the leader himself. Something foreign and warm followed you, seeping from your voice and resonating in his processor. You had proven far from incompetent, not only worthy of Tarn's gaze, but his attention as well. All this light you brought was his to hold. Which is precisely why he noticed the second it was missing from his routine
He had barely seen your face yesterday, and not once today. Despite himself, something twinged uncomfortably in his spark at the absence. The moment there was a pause in orders, he began making his way to your habitation suite. He didn't entertain any of the confused or fearful looks he got as he strolled past, smooth on his path towards you. You'd given him the code needed to enter a while ago, which he quickly input into the door. It slid open, revealing you resting against the berth within. Not expecting any visitors, you turned your head to look over your shoulder. Your disinterested gaze widened at seeing Tarn of all bots in the doorway, and you sat up a little. "Tarn! I almost didn't hear you come in- Is there a mission I need to report to?" You asked, hoping against hope itself that he wouldn't notice the waver in your tone
"None as of now. Relax" Tarn responded coolly. He stepped in, making sure the habsuite door slid closed behind him. Seeing his sharp red optics sweep across your room did very little to calm the anxiety your spark was suddenly filled with. He stopped just short of the side of your berth, gaze sliding up from a corner of the room to meet directly with yours. "You haven't tended to any of your duties today" Was all he said. You did your best to straighten up, trying to look presentable. "I'd talked to the medic, and they decided that I was to be bound to my berth" You responded simply. Tarn's helm tilted ever so slightly to the side. "Feeling ill, then?" He asked "You seem just fine to me"
"Well-" You couldn't help but falter "It's not exactly a sickness. I was deemed mentally unfit for service". A small huff left Tarn, something that was almost a soft chuckle of disbelief. "You're one of the few bots left with any semblance of a good bolt in your helm. Why are you put temporarily out of commission when others aren't?" He asks. Before you could respond, Tarn leaned down, his masked face directly before yours. Your spark gave a pulse, faceplates threatening to tinge with blush at the lack of distance between you
"I've seen much lower bots than you walking around today" Tarn said, low and carefully precise "So tell me honestly. Where were you?". He was being cautious. His voice was, as always, almost a whisper. He knew the power it held, and was careful not to hurt you with it. The only weight it held now was being dangerously disarming. Low, deep, and much closer to your audio receptors than usual. It was unfair and he knew it
"I am being honest" You responded, keeping your voice as sturdy as you could muster "My job requires precision. The medics settled on letting me have today to myself. Besides, I'm about a deca-cycle ahead of my work". "That you are" Tarn agreed, pulling back to stand straight, as if he'd never moved at all. "Is something troubling you, then?" Tarn asked next. You paused for just a beat, enough to confirm the suspicion. "I haven't been in the best condition... mentally" You admitted, supporting what you'd mentioned earlier. Why, you had no idea. Tarn wasn't exactly known for his tenderness. But he was your superior, in a way. You figured if anyone, he deserved an honest explanation
"Not any doubts, I hope," Tarn said. "No, none" You responded immediately "I firmly hold onto my belief for our cause. But… these days I find it increasingly harder to leave my berth. To even find much fight to muster up". Tarn gave a single nod. To say he never experienced struggle would be a lie. He was a Cybertronian, just as any other. But his mask— both literal and otherwise— saved him from appearing as anything other than completely aloof. "I may have just the remedy you need" He offered. You practically did a double-take. "You- you do?" You stammered, too surprised to come up with a clever reply
"Oh, don't gape at me like that" Tarn said sharply "I won't allow you to succumb to this. You've made it out of much worse before". "...Thank you?" You said as more of a question, not entirely sure if that was meant to be encouraging or not. "Just lie back, and let me do the rest" Tarn replied. It wasn't exactly an order, but you followed it just as swiftly. It was hard not to with Tarn's commanding presence being just a few short feet away from you
Tarn went to a box on one of the corners of your room, clicking it on. A holographic screen appeared that he scrolled on, before a digit selected a specific item. The screen closed itself, and the soft startup of music began. Tarn's digits tapped a matching rhythm onto the surface the music-maker was held on. Once sure that he was satisfied with the choice, he turned to face you once again. "It won't heal what ails you, but maybe it'll assist in your recharge" He noted. You could only give a short nod. The music was classical, of course. Smooth and soft, a subtle balm for an aching processor
You closed your optics for just a second, trying to attune your senses to soaking up the sound. Right as you vented out a comfortable puff of air, you felt a cold servo on your helm. You opened your optics to see Tarn resting his palm across your forehelm. His gaze was as stoic as ever, but his voice had a lilt of something not entirely cold. "I'll go and recharge for the night, and come to check on your status tomorrow. Don't strain yourself. Let the time take its course"
"I- yes, yes sir. I will" You stumbled to say. Tarn pulled back, smoothly changing his gait to exit your habsuite. Once the door slid closed, all the embarrassment crashed down over you all at once. Since when did Tarn check on his employees like that? Or get that close to them?? Was it just you, or- no, no, it couldn't be. Maybe you could ask the other Justice Division members? That would certainly get a laugh out of them. Who in all of Cybertron would believe Tarn would come to check on you, much less actually show a degree of care?
Warring with your shock was a warm fluster. To think for even a moment that he could care, and about you, no less? It was… comforting. Maybe you really had been sensing something between the two of you all this time. Your thoughts were louder than the music in the room, but you left it on for the night as you closed your optics once again. For now, this could be kept between just you and the DJD leader
Can I request Mirage from Transformers: Rise of the Beasts with a Cybertronian [S/O] [female gender] [Romantic] who is a Cybertronian warrior that fell to Earth after fleeing from the Decepticons?
☆ Lost and Found — Mirage [ROTB] x Fem Reader HCs☆
Genre: Fluff || She/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 When a new bot fell to earth, of course the Autobots ended up taking her in. Mirage went to see what was going on after hearing of some drama surrounding the arrival, evidently this newcomer had quite the tale
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once finding out you left from the Decepticons, Mirage tried to listen for what Optimus was saying about what this meant for them. He wasn't truly listening, admittedly, as his optics kept drifting to you. He knew he should be hearing their upcoming orders, but seeing a bot so defeated and wounded wouldn't leave his processor
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once the initial surprise passed and you were fixed up enough, Mirage came to approach you personally. Every Autobot knew it sucked to be hunted down by Decepticons, but he had come to ask if you were alright outside of professional interest. He genuinely sought to improve your mood, even joking around a bit to do so
ᯓᡣ𐭩 In battles, Mirage became very protective of you. He was always trying to find out who had been the ones that made you crash-land, trying to seek out who he needed to crush up for you. You'd try to talk him down from such, but he still always watched you closely
ᯓᡣ𐭩 When training before battles, Mirage would insist on being your sparring partner. And even if you were working with others, he'd be on the sidelines cheering you on, waiting for his chance to step in
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The strength you had from being a warrior always impressed him, it became one of the chief things he'd brag about on your behalf. You had this code of ethics and steely concentration to you that Mirage found completely badass
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He likes to try and replicate your fighting style when he can. He fails more often than not, but it's a little flattering to see someone take so much inspiration from you to the point of even working alongside you so closely
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He also enjoys trying to challenge you to doing competitions together, just to prove he can keep up. You realize he wants to not only be with you, but impress you as well. You managed to put him in awe, and now he's trying to catch up to you
What would it be like if Mirage fell in love with a female bot who is a former Decepticon?
☆ Mists Of The Past — Mirage x Ex-Decepticon!Fem Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Since a generation wasn't specified I picked one at random, I hope that's okay!
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mirage didn't know what to think of you at first. He, along with the other Autobots, had been instilled with a mentality to never trust a Decepticon since the beginning of this great war. He didn't often approach you, and was suspicious of your every move
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very gradually, he began noticing things about you that other mechs didn't seem to pick up on. How you were trying to help wherever you could, how you seemed upset when dismissed by the others, how you were frequently doing energon intakes alone. He felt a twinge of guilt in his spark. He knew what it felt like to be looked over and Decepticon or not, it was never pleasant
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He came up to you one day when you were trying to find some energon, offering a cube of his own so you could refuel. To your surprise, he sat beside you, nervously asking about your old job
ᯓᡣ𐭩 It became routine for you two. Refuel together, and share anecdotes of what it was like to work for each Faction. Mirage occasionally cracked a joke here or there to break the tension. He came to find that he loved the sound of your laughter
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'd make jokes about which Decepticons he thinks he could take on, and you'd give him insider knowledge on if it was actually possible. As you got closer, Mirage began having these little conversations with you all the time
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were surprised when he defended you against one of the backhanded and defensive comments from an Autobot. He'd immediately slid in front of you, telling the mech to back down and not cause any trouble. He then gave you a grin and took your arm to lead you away from them
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mirage began keeping a little tally of each time you helped him out, set on returning the favor whenever he could. Remember that one time you stopped a rock from landing on his helm? No? Well he does, and he'll be sure to make it up to you. His processor is already made up, you're getting a gift soon
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Whenever you needed someone to talk to, Mirage was always willing to lend an audial. He felt guilty knowing how he used to think about you, so he'd be extra sure to comfort you whenever you were concerned about your past
☆ High Guard, Sweet Stars — TFOne Starscream x GN Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream is a very proud bot, that much is obvious if anyone spends even five minutes around him. Deeply scorned after being cast aside by Sentinel with the rest of the High Guard, he confided in you quite a lot. Which, more often than not, tended to take the form of intense ranting
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The second he establishes a position among the discarded Guards, he immediately establishes you as the Second In Command to him. He acts defensive whenever any try to throw slights your way, and will firmly reinforce your importance to any who forget
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He spoils you the best he can. There's not many resources they have now, but any bit of luck they come around, he tries to share the benefits with you before anyone else
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You're the only one he'll ask a second opinion for, everyone else gets their ideas struck down pretty immediately
"Maybe we could-"
"Agh, no, that won't work. My idea is best"
"Hmm, I think we could try it"
"I agree, it's a wonderful idea, sweetspark"
"....."
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your relationship isn't really much of a secret to the rest of the Guard, Starscream tries his best to be coy but he's embarrassingly smitten with you, Shockwave and Soundwave make little comments to you about it almost all the time
ᯓᡣ𐭩 His absolute favorite way to have you hang around is to have you share the throne he occupies with him. Absolutely adores when you sit in his lap or lean on him, he thinks it makes the both of you look so badass and powerful
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Always has his servos on you on some way, especially when walking together. He doesn't like the idea of the others roughing you up, so he's rather protective of you wherever you go together
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Talks to you quite a bit about how life is going to be so much better after Sentinel is defeated, he swears to get revenge for you and make Sentinel pay for casting you all aside. He promises to give you everything Cybertron has to offer when the tyrant is finally defeated
