whats up uh. person. i lowkirkenuinely NEED dick hcs w ur favs. im curious
š²Ö¼š¢.Ö“Ö¶Öøš spike headcanons
ft. optimus, tarn, soundwave, shockwave and windblade
ougghhh anon, i loooove when ppl come into my inbox asking me to talk about my faves <3 u feed my soul!
optimus prime
Now this guy is the definition of BDE. He walks around knowing heās wielding a weapon of mass destruction, but heās humble about it. The first time you saw it, pulsing with light, bobbing between his legs at an outstanding 8 inches, with a girth you can only just about grab entirely, you were speechless. Its length is blue, with a red tip. There are two strips of biolights that run vertically on the underside.
Intimidating, but mouthwatering. He isnāt a Prime for nothing, after all. Donāt worry, heāll make sure youāre prepped to take him.
tarn
Heās got a fat, chubby spike that bullies through your walls. His tip is thick and drags wonderfully against your most sensitive spots. He always needs to go through a lot of prep work to get you ready for him, otherwise your tightness practically chokes him. He has his digits and glossa squirming and scissoring inside you until youāre sobbing and begging for him to fuck you.
His pink biolight spiral down his black spike. It always looks so pretty when itās lit up. Watching it slip in and out of you is addictive. It curves downwards and sits at roughly 6-7 inches.
soundwave
6 inches, perfectly sleek and efficient for your needs. It fits nicely in your hand, making it easy to pleasure every part of him. He knows how to use it, thatās for sure. Itās dark blue with yellow accents flickered up the length to make it look like a missile.
Heās also incredibly leaky. He dribbles prefluid all the time, he just canāt help it. He overloads more than anyone else on this list. It stands pretty straight, but sometimes droops downwards if heās got a lot on his mind.
shockwave
Monster fuckers, come get yāall juice. If youāve read my chemical desires series for Shockwave, youāll already know what Iām about to say. This freak has his spike decked out with all the most mouthwatering features. Barbs, ribbed textures, a knotted base. Itās your personal toy, catered perfectly with you in mind.
Itās dark purple and without any biolights. He spares no centimetre for such decorations, not when the space could be better utilised with other features.
Itās thick, but your fingers do touch when you wrap your hand around it. He can adjust it accordingly (in line with what you need), but itās naturally about 6.5 inches. It curves upwards, so he always knocks against your sweet spot when youāre in missionary.
Shockwave, logically, only sees his spike as a tool to please you. Thatās all it does for him, anyway. So, he sees to it that it has every addition for you. He makes you cum in no time, and always strives to pull multiple orgasms from you each session.
windblade
Like the rest of her, itās extraordinarily pretty. Another one that curves upwards, is about 7 inches in length and slender. Itās a cherry red, with blue centre panels that run parallel up the topside. The underside has strips of blue biolights which remain static. There are silver accents that separate the panels. Sheās always polished and shiny, she takes a lot of pride in her spike and maintains it beautifully.
Have you done cowformer headcanons with the femmes yet? šš„¹
I have done them before yeah, and I am about to do them again cause I am looking for any excuses to thirst after them
ā¢ Starting it off with the femmes who have definitely tried breeding the farmer cause they looked a little too fine when handling the heavy buckets of milk after having milked the girls real good. (Atp they need to be neutered </3)
-Airachnid, windblade, arcee
ā¢ And the ones who would stop at nothing until they get to enjoy seeing you milked so they can spend more time with you, or even better paying you back the favor so they are your favorite amongst all the other cows!
-Nickel, nautica, megaempress
ā¢ There is also the ones who like to take things slower and to savor it, such as letting you do all the work to spoil them rotten after they were dead set on helping you and trying to make things easier for you but nope, thatās your job to do.
Summary: After helping Optimus and the Autobots to ruin a Decepticon plot, the space bridge ends up taking you to Cybertron. You find safety with Autobots led by Elita One and befriend a titan named Metroplex. Can the smallest creature make the greatest difference?
(Author's note: doesn't technically have a specified universe, but kinda takes in Knightverse ( or, at least, intended). Not canon. I pretty much freestyled this one.)
Warnings: explosions, stranded on an alien world, the Decepticons, some violence, some inaccuracies, character death(you), angst, and rebirth.
You expected to see a lot of crazy stuff after meeting the Autobots. You and your best friend, Emily, got roped into their business after one fateful meeting and eventually became friends with them. Though you would have preferred to keep your distance from the dangers, you silently admit that it did bring more excitement into your life. You already had several close encounters with their enemies, met new kinds of robots, and witnessed a lot of crazy stuff. However, what you did not expect was to end up on their home planet after ruining a Decepticon plot.
Some Cons had found their way to Earth, finding out Optimusās and the other Autobotsā location, so they tried to build this thing called the space bridge, which would have brought the Decepticon leader Megatron to Earth and possibly begin an invasion.Ā
Optimus, with the help of Bumblebee and the other Autobots, managed to destroy the bridge. But, since the bridge was in the middle of activation, the explosion caused the space vortex to linger and start sucking everything in. And unfortunately, you werenāt quick enough to grab onto something. You got sucked into the space bridge and later woke up on Decepticon-ruled Cybertron.Ā
It was honestly a surprise that there was breathable air on the planet, and you quickly hid in a corner before the Cons could notice you.Ā
The terror you felt at that moment was unlike anything you had ever felt before as the metal giants spoke right above your hiding spot. They spoke in cybertronian, which sounded like metal screeching to your ears.
After the Cons left, you managed to sneak away, finding a safer place to hide and try to contact the others. Thanks to Wheeljackās weird modifications to your phones after he insisted on enhancing their radio range and connections, so youāll always be able to find each other. You managed to phone back to Earth. Emily and the others were dead worried after you disappeared, and you desperately pleaded for their help when you revealed where you were.Ā
Wheeljack identified the city you were in and suggested you go to his secret lab. There, you could try to contact the Autobot resistance that might have stayed behind, and a translator device that should allow you to communicate with them. With little choice, you followed his instructions, trying to avoid being seen by the Cons that were everywhere in the city. Your heart pounded with each step, especially when you were in a world of giants.Ā
Fast forward. You managed to find your way to Wheeljackās lab. You found a translator device and tried to repair it, after getting assurance from Wheeljack that it wouldn't blow up like most of his gadgets. You then had a close call with the Cons, who found their way to Wheeljack's lab, investigating a strange signal emitted by your phone, which forced you to turn it off. You then found the Autobot resistance led by Elita One, who took you in after you did a lot of yelling to get her attention.Ā
The translator device was repaired by the bot named Perceptor, allowing you to finally tell them your situation. You told Elita One everything that had happened, and she and the other Autobots rejoiced to hear that their leader was alive and free since they lost communication with him a long time ago. They then willingly took you under their care.
As you were the first human they had ever seen, they were curious and asked many questions. Though Elita One expressed how it was reckless of Optimus to involve someone as small as you in their war, even though that part wasnāt technically his fault.
Thanks to Perceptor, you were able to get some water and food he could make in his lab, though they werenāt really tasty. And your smaller size apparently helped him with delicate tasks, which you didn't mind since it gave you something to do. At least, his experiments didn't blow up like Wheeljack's.Ā You were glad for his help. Though the bot had a tendency to make remarks about your size and organic body, which often made you sass back at him. It was friendly banter, of course.
You befriended a flying Autobot named Windblade, who was a nice bot. She was good company when you felt homesick since she was from a colony called Caminus. She made you think of Emily and that the two would get along. She was also apparently this person called a city speaker, someone who can talk to titan transformers.
You were astonished to hear that there were even bigger robots than the bots.
According to her, many of the titans had been lost to the ages or were in deep slumber, but there was one she had been trying to reach and convince to help the Autobots, a titan named Metroplex.Ā
As you had pretty much nothing to do, you once asked her if you could join her on one of her trips, interested to see it in action. The first time you reached the speaker chamber and saw Windblade do her mind magic thing. There was this deep rumble and electric sensation that kinda tickled your skin. Even though Windblade said you wouldnāt likely be able to hear the titan or speak to him, you felt like something was watching or listening. It made sense in a way since you were inside the titan itself.
You heard Windblade talk to the titan, trying to convince him to help the Autobots or take them to Earth so they could rejoin Optimus. However, Metroplex was apparently tired of the wars he had seen, seeing them as meaningless and wanting to remain in slumber even if there was a prime. He refused to participate in the war and withdrew from Windblade.Ā
When Windblade shared this, you kind of understood Metroplexās view. Windblade had told you that City Titans were ancient beings, so Metroplex had likely seen a lot of wars and things lost to time. If you were in his place, you probably wouldn't want to join either, even though his help could be really useful at the moment.Ā
There was then another Decepticon attack, making Windblade leave you in the chamber to deal with it. You didnāt think much of it. You walked over to a wall, leaned your back against it, and slowly slid down to sit on the floor. You set the translator down on the floor and took out your phone, the screen's light illuminating the dim chamber.Ā
Tapping on the screen, you scrolled through the pictures in your gallery. You looked at the photos you had collected over time with Emily and the Autobotsāpictures of you, Emily, Noah, his little brother, and Elena together. Pictures of Mirage, Bumblebee, and Arcee joining you all in making dumb faces. A few blurry shots of explosions from Wheeljackās failed experiments. Some pics of confused Optimus, and some old pictures of Earth and your home. Emily always forced you to take pictures or use your phone to memorize the moments, since you didnāt usually bother keeping pictures. You had found it annoying at the time, but now you were glad she did.
Tears began burning in your eyes. You sniffed and dried it up. You weren't usually this emotional, but damn, homesickness sucked.
There was then the familiar hum, making you look up as it was similar to the one when Windblade did that city speaker mind thing to talk to Metroplex.Ā
Your translator then suddenly beebed and let out strange sounds. It was like signals getting mixed up before a voice came through.Ā
"Little... one..."
Shivers went through you. You grabbed the translator with a shaking hand as you had an odd feeling you knew who that voice belonged to.Ā
"Hello...?" you spoke.Ā
"Is that you... Metroplex?" you asked.Ā
There was silence for a moment. Your translator then beebed again.Ā
"Yes..."Ā
Goosebumps littered your skin. It wasnāt out of fear, even though the moment felt weird and kinda chilly. Your mind struggled to find a reason for this. How? Didn't Windblade say only city speakers are able to communicate with the titans? Perceptor did say something about the translator being able to pick up radio waves. Could that be it?
"Uhm... Hi...,ā you said, a bit awkwardly. ā Sorryā¦ If I was being noisy. Honestly, I didnāt think you would notice I was here. I'm pretty small after all," you added, and then waited.Ā
"Metroplex notices all life," came the response.Ā
"You are not of Cybertron. What are you?" he asked.Ā
"I'm a human. I'm from a planetā¦ called Earth," you answered.Ā
"Earth?" he questioned.Ā
"Yeah, Earth," you confirmed. "It's... pretty far from here, from what I have been told. I kinda got accidentally sucked here on Cybertron by a space bridge," you explained with a chuckle.Ā
āEarth is a lot different from Cybertron, too. For instance, itās full of organic life. Animals of all shapes and sizes live in the sky, oceans, and on land. The sky is blue, sometimes dotted with white clouds. And most of the planet is covered in oceans, which are full of life as well. Funnily enough, only a small part of it has been exploredākind of like space,ā you continued.
You stopped. "Sorry. Kinda started rambling here. I've been here on Cybertron only for like a week, but I already kinda miss it," you said, rubbing the back of your head.Ā Ā
There was a hum around you before the translator came to life again.Ā
"Can you tell more of... Earth?" Metroplex asked.Ā
You felt surprised, but didn't feel like rejecting the idea. You then began describing Earth as best as you could. The skies, wind, the grass, and all kinds of things you have seen in your life. It honestly helped you from feeling down and homesick.Ā
"Your world isā¦ beautiful," Metroplex remarked through the translator.
"It is beautiful. Sometimes, we humans don't appreciate it enough. Sometimes we only notice things when they are long gone," you answered rather solemnly.
"Explain?"Ā
"We humans are... pretty complicated creatures. Sometimes straight up chaotic, and sometimes we do things with a lack of care toward the consequences. Some of us react destructively toward things we do not understand, and sometimes because we are afraid. But some of us do things to preserve things and protect those we care about. Sometimes we act with pure stubbornness despite the odds against us. Some of us can be as bad as the Decepticons, but some of us are good and willing to protect with anything we've got, kinda like Optimus," you explained.
"The prime of this age?" Metroplex questioned.Ā
"Yeah. Optimus had protected Earth from many threats. He didn't have to, but he did, even when we humans might never acknowledge or even thank him. He willingly puts himself in danger to protect the others. And despite how tired he is... he still moves forward," you said, thinking about the things he had done for you and his autobots.Ā
"I admire that about him. That, despite how tired he is or how much he has gone through, he still has enough strength to be kind,ā you spoke honestly. āI wishā¦ I could return everything he had done for us. But unfortunately, I'm technically the size of an ant, so there isn't much I could do for him," you said, speaking your admiration for the Autobot leader.Ā
"Uhm... an ant is technically the smallest creature on Earth," you cleared.Ā
Metroplex was quiet for a moment. "Even... the smallest of creatures can make the greatest difference," he spoke.Ā
You didn't have time to question it when Windblade returned. She apologized for the wait and shared that the Decepticon attack had been repelled.Ā
You thought that might be the only conversation you would have with the titan. You stayed with Windblade and the other bots as they were trying to build an operational ship to take them and you to Earth since Metroplex was unwilling to help. Elita One planned to stay behind with a few selects to keep up with the sabotage and espionage, though asking you to deliver a message to Optimus for her. However, the Cons were not making your efforts easy. Honestly, it felt like they were throwing everything at you to make sure you wouldnāt leave Cybertron.
There was then an attack, where the Decepticon Soundwaveās minicons managed to get past the defences, and you had an encounter with them. When it looked like you were about to get pounced by Ravage, the room suddenly changed around you. The minicons got thrown into a pit while you were moved safely away from them or the combat.Ā
Despite your beating heart and the shock that the room around you began changing itself, you felt the familiar sensation and hum, giving you a feeling that you knew who was responsible.Ā
You were found by Windblade, who was glad to see you okay. After the attack and recovering from your near death experienced, you decided to return to the speaker chamber. Thankfully, the huge doors seemed advanced enough to notice your presence and open up for you. You wouldnāt know how to explain to Windblade that you managed to speak with Metroplex.Ā
You hesitated for a moment before activating the translator. āMetroplexā¦ can you hear me?ā you asked and waited.Ā
There was silence for a moment, and when it stretched, you began to doubt about the chances of speaking with him, or if you imagined the whole thing.Ā
Your translator suddenly beeped again, and a familiar voice came through.Ā
āI am here, Little one,ā Metroplex spoke.Ā
Despite having heard his voice before, you still felt goosebumps. The idea of being able to speak with the titan left you feeling somewhat excited and nervous. Windblade would probably find it shocking.Ā
āI justā¦ wanted to say thank you for the earlier. For saving me from the minicons, assuming the changing of the room was you,ā you said.Ā
āMetroplex will allow no harm to come to the little one,ā Metroplex answered.Ā
The answer left a small smile on your face.
You are not sure how or why. But you eventually started visiting the chamber more often. There was something about Metroplex that left you feeling comforted as you told him more about Earth and listened to his tales about Cybertron. Perhaps it also helped you tolerate the stretched time on Cybertron. You eventually did tell Windblade that you were able to talk to the titan, though she was skeptical about it.Ā
Then the news came that the Cons and Megatron were going to travel to Earth, having confirmed Optimus and other Autobotsā location there. It hastened Windbladeās and others' efforts to get there first, but the latest skirmish with the Cons had left the ship they were working on destroyed.
The idea of your world and your friends being in danger left you feeling overwhelmed. You tried to hide your sadness from others, but of course, Metroplex was the one to notice. It was odd as he spoke to you outside the chamber for the first time, asking what was causing you this distress.Ā
You told him what was happening and that Megatron had left for Earth.Ā
āYou know, Iām terrified of what Megatron and Cons might do to Earth. Even if we humans are destructive sometimes and lack appreciation for things that matter, I have heard so many times how Megatron and the Cons have invaded innocent worlds and stripped them of everything until they are lifeless husks. I have no doubt that Optimus would rise to defend Earth. But they are greatly outnumbered. Even if I, Windblade, and the others find a way to get there, I fear what I might find, or if it's too late,ā you spoke honestly.
You sniffed. āSorry for being emotionalā¦ The situation is a bit overwhelming. And I feel helpless to do anything about it,ā you said as more tears fell from your eyes.Ā
There was silence for a moment. Then, suddenly, the room around you lit up in a light it hadnāt had before. The humming became stronger, and the electrical sensation pulsed in a strange, alive way.Ā
āMetroplex?ā you questioned.Ā
āFear notā¦ Metroplex shall aid the prime and defend the little oneās world,ā he replied.Ā
You felt a new type of goosebumps on your skin before the room around you began changing. You were brought to Windblade and the others, who looked around in confusion as the entire structure was changing. Systems are also activated on the computer screens.Ā
āWhat is going on?ā Perceptor questioned, checking the computers. āMetroplex is activating his travel systems. He is preparing to take off.ā
āWindblade, you did it.ā He turned toward her.Ā
āIā¦ā you started, gaining their attention. āIā¦ might have told Metroplex what was happening, and heā¦ he said he was going to help us,ā you explained.Ā
āBy Primusā¦ ā Windblade looked at you but then smiled. āYou convinced him!ā
āI did?ā you questioned, still kinda confused by what was happening.Ā
However, the celebration was short-lived when alarms were set. Perceptor checked the computers and said the Cons had managed to implant a virus into Metroplexās systems, which prevented him from transforming. Perceptor revealed the damage was happening in a deep part of the titanās system, which was too narrow for even minicons to get through.Ā
There was then trembling and blaring alarms. The Cons were attacking, most likely having realized what was happening.
Windblade questioned how long it would take to do the repairs. Perceptor answered that it could take hours. After seeing the schematics of the damaged systems, you saw that the paths were wide enough for you to get through.Ā
At that moment, you found the courage to act. You told them that you were small enough to get to the damaged conduits. They just needed to give you the tools and instructions since you were not familiar with electrical stuff.
Windblade protested, saying it was too dangerous. You told her that Megatron was already heading for Earth, and with the Cons trying to get in, you might not make it there in time. And Metroplex was your friend. You would rather face your fears than let the virus destroy him, especially when there was something you could do about it.
Determined for the first time in your life, Windblade relented, though she said to come back immediately after finishing the repairs.Ā
Perceptor gave you the necessary tools you could use and guided you through the small tunnels and paths to Metroplexās depths. The space tightened quickly. The air hummed with energy, and dim pulses of light flickered along wires in the walls like veins of electricity. It also became very warm that you began to sweat as you moved.Ā
Good thing you werenāt claustrophobic. Even though the tight space and electrical danger made you uncomfortable.Ā
With Perecptorās guidance, you found the first damaged conduit and began to do the repairs, following the botās instructions as carefully as possible. You then followed to the next damage.Ā
There was a loud groan around you, which sounded like something in pain.Ā
āHold on, Metroplex! Iām on my way,ā you spoke through the translator.Ā
It felt like you were in the labyrinth of wires, conduits, and mechanical things for hours. You were sweating from the heat, but the more you repaired, the more you knew what to do, allowing you to speed up.Ā
You eventually found the final damaged conduit.
The conduit was dislodged. A thick energon cable lay loose across the floor, sparking violently.
āOkayā¦ā you breathed, setting the toolbox down. āPerceptor. I found the last conduit.ā
āGood. Now. Listen carefully,ā Perceptor said, his tone sharper now. āOnce the conduit is restored, I will initiate a neural purge protocol. A high-intensity energon surge will cascade through Metroplexās processor lattice and eradicate the corruption.ā
āThe energy output will be too much for your organic body to handle. So, once you are done, evacuate immediately, ā he continued. āYou have approximately 180 astro-seconds before the purge reaches your position.ā
āOkayā¦ā you swallowed, knowing that was like three minutes, which should be plenty for you to escape.Ā
You took out the tools and did the same repairs as with the last conduits. After that, you placed the cable back into its place.Ā
āOkay. The conduit is fixed,ā you spoke to the comlink, packing the tools.Ā
You turned toward the maintenance path to leave, but then the entire structure lurched violently. You were thrown against the wall, your toolbox clattering to the floor. Behind you, the conduit cable ripped loose.Ā
āNo! No! No!ā you yelled when you saw it. You quickly went back and tried to place the cable back into its place, but it wouldnāt stick. You then saw that the locking clamps were damaged.Ā
āNoā¦ā You uttered in horror.Ā
Your surroundings became warmer and static. The purge was coming. Panic rose in your chest. The Cons were attacking with all they got, and if the purge failed, Windblade, Metroplex, Perceptor, and the others might not make it. Optimus and the others might not get the help they need. Emily, Noah, and your friendsā¦
In that moment, you placed the cable back and held it in place with your body. You held on tight as you saw the purge coming, the light blinding you, and the area around you becoming incredibly hot.Ā
You knew this would kill you, but the idea of the Cons destroying Earth and killing your friends allowed you to accept what was coming.Ā
With only a few seconds left, you took out the translator.Ā
āMetroplex, if you hear this. I just wanted to sayā¦ thank you for listening. And if you see Optimus and the othersā¦ tell them that I love them... and Iām sorry for not coming back home.ā You spoke, your voice shaky and a few tears dropping from your eyes as you watched your death coming closer.Ā
You then dropped the translator, holding onto the cable so it would stay in place. You then closed your eyes, waiting for the pain.Ā
It was instant. There was an intense burning pain, ripping out a scream from your throat. Then all became white.Ā
Perceptor watched as the screen showed a successful purge and systems returning to normal.Ā
āThe system's operational again. The purge was successful!ā Perceptor spoke.Ā
āGo for it, Metroplex!ā Wingblade called out.Ā
Metroplex activated his systems and boosters, which then allowed him to detach from the ground and fly through the atmosphere, leaving Cybertron. Safe in space, setting course toward Earth, the Autobots that chose to come cheered.Ā
āGood job, (Name). You did well.ā Perceptor spoke through the coms, but there was an odd silence.Ā
ā(Name)?ā he called again, but no response.Ā
The cheering soon quieted. As Perceptor tried again, more urgently. ā(Name)? Whatās your status?ā
ā(Name)? Where are you?ā Windblade tried, but nothing.Ā
ā(Name)?!āĀ
Windblade looked around the room, worried. āMetroplex. Where are they?ā she asked, nearly in a whisper.Ā
There was a shifting of walls and plates. Soon, a platform was revealed and brought forth with strange gentleness. On top of it was a small, lifeless body, scorched by the purging wave. Windblade gasped, even though the body was nearly entirely evaporated, there was enough for her to recognize it was you. Her servo shakily hovered over her mouth as she stared at your dead body in silent horror and realization.
āNoā¦ā Windblade muttered, nearly shaking her helm.Ā
Perceptor looked away, closing his optics in silence. Sadness fell among the Autobots after realizing that you had perished.Ā
Through the city speaker connection, Metroplex revealed what had happened and the sacrifice you made to ensure the purging was successful, so they could leave Cybertron and travel to Earth to join Optimus and the others.Ā
The sadness that followed was immense. For someone as small as you, you had done something not many would do.Ā
The travel through space was quiet. There was this grimness and emptiness your passing had left, though you sometimes believed you were barely noticeable; your small presence had become big enough for everyone on the titan to notice when it was gone.Ā
Perceptor stored your remains in a small compartment so it would be preserved enough to return to your home planet, so you could be laid to rest on your own home soil. Though he often avoided looking at it, pushing his attention to work and do repairs on the damage left by the battle.Ā
Windblade began visiting the speaker chamber to talk with Metroplex. Your passing allowed them to communicate more openly. Metroplex shared about the conversations you had together, and Windblade mourned, unable to forget the sight of your dead body and the silence your death had left. She confessed how she now felt afraid to reach Earth, to tell Optimus and your friends that you had given your life to make sure she and the others could leave Cybertron. That you didnāt come back home alive.
The guilt she felt was unexplainable. She felt like she had failed in a way that couldnāt be repaired, or if she should have never allowed you to go and risk your life. Thenā¦Ā
āWindbladeā¦ ā Metroplex spoke.Ā
āYes. Metroplex?ā she answered.Ā
āThough Little one might no longer be here physically. They are not entirely goneā¦ā he revealed.Ā
āWhat do you mean?ā Windblade asked, confused.
Then suddenly, he brought her into the mind space. The darkness of the mind space surrounded her. Lines of data glowed through the dark like a river. Windblade hovered in the air like a phantom.Ā
āWhen the contact happenedā¦ I sensed the little oneās consciousness in my systems.ā Metroplex revealed.Ā
Windblade then saw a flicker of light in the dark of the mind space. It was small, like a small star. When Windblade took a closer look, she gasped when the light became a small familiar body. It was you, hugging your knees and keeping your eyes closed like you were asleep. Windblade nearly couldnāt believe her optics, hovering her servos around your small, flickering body, afraid that if she touched you, you would vanish like a small ember.Ā
Metroplex shared that after the surge, parts of your consciousness and essence scattered into his systems. He had managed to collect whatever he could and store it safely before they could disappear.Ā
He then instructed Windblade to go to the chamber of his spark ā the place where new transformers born from a titanās life force could be born.Ā
Windblade was confused as she had thought Metroplex could no longer give life, that he had no more protoforms.
Metroplex revealed that he has one protoform left. He can use his spark to bring the protoform to life and infuse your remaining consciousness into it. To bring you back to life. Maybe not as a human, but as a newborn transformer.
Windblade went to the chamber as instructed, confusing the others with her behavior, who then followed out of curiosity. With Metroplex showing the way, she found a way to the chamber.
The chamber was lined with pods that had been empty for ages. Lines of energon glowed through the dark as Metroplexās spark illuminated the chamber. Soon, a pod rose from the floor, revealing a protoform.Ā
Metroplex's voice then echoed in Windbladeās mind.Ā
āThis will be the last life I will give.ā
Metroplexās spark began pulsing. Windblade and the others watched as a new spark was separated from the titanās. It shone with a unique mix of blue, green, and white. It left Windblade thinking of the Earth you had described. The spark then settled within the protoformās empty chest. There was a bright light in the room as the protoform began changing shape, encasing the spark and morphing into a body.Ā
The light soon died down, and in the pod rested a transformer. The transformer slowly opened its optics, revealing bright blue optics. Windblade nearly held her breath as the transformer looked around, moving its servos in curiosity.Ā
When the newborn transformer locked its optics with her, she nearly froze. Though in a different form, she could still recognize your soul.Ā
āHel.. lo?ā you spoke.Ā
āHello, dear friend,ā she said, reaching her servos to you. You quietly grabbed it, and she helped you off the pod. You nearly stumbled on your feet, but she held you. You then stood before her, looking at her and the others curiously.Ā
āWhoā¦ are you?ā you questioned.Ā
āIām Windblade. Can you tell what your name is?ā she asked.Ā
You looked confused for a moment before. āMy name isā¦ (Name)?āĀ
The other Autobots gasped silently, murmuring to each other.
Windblade nearly couldn't hold back her tears.
āWhy do you lookā¦ sad?ā you asked.Ā
āI am just happy to see you again,ā she answered, making you look at her curiously.
Windblade helped you adjust to your new life and body. Even though you couldnāt remember much from your previous life as Metroplex was only able to save fragments of your consciousness. She and the others promised that you would have the chance to live againāto rediscover what had once been yours, and to create something new from what remained.
They will still need to explain everything that happened to Optimus and your friends on Earth, that you were no longer human, but for now, they will make sure you are coming home.
Synopsis: Why you fall out of love with the bots,,
Note: For the love of god read the tws, I donāt normally write angst
TW/CW: Minors do not interact. ANGST, RELATIONSHIPS ENDING, gender neutral human reader, suitable for afab and amab readers. Bittersweet, angst, melancholy, emotional immaturity, falling out of love, did I mention angst? Mentions of pain, violence, war and PTSD
While Jazz may have physically survived the war, the once carefree musician you knew? Didnāt. He isnāt the same as he once was, and you canāt fault him for that. His people, his planet, his own home absolutely torn to pieces. He had to watch his friends, comrades, die. He had to take lives, to do things heād never wanted to do, all in a feeble hope to end the war.
It took a toll on him. He doesnāt sing anymore. Doesnāt hum. His various instruments never get touched now, sitting in a closet where he doesnāt have to bare painful witness to the life he never got to live. The hope for that life getting destroyed in the cinders alongside his homeland, the servo once holding an instrument replaced with a weapon.
Jazz doesnāt tell you anything now. He doesnāt communicate and Primus he wants to- but he canāt. Canāt bring himself to get comfortable and potentially endanger you. If he lets you in, he could hurt you. What if he snapped? Knows all too well the danger of humans being around Cybertronians. And what if something happens else to you? If a Decepticon got their servos on you? It would be the straw that broke the camels back for him.
Jazz never lost his signature smirk, sporting it all the time like a cherished accessory. Clinging to it like a lifeline in a desperate attempt to stave off the emotional turmoil he felt. He isnāt truthful about how he feels and you know itās because heās scared. But can you bring that up to him? No. You canāt. Who would you be if you made him relive those horrible memories?
You know he loves you, you know he wants to protect you. But you couldnāt keep living this way. The Jazz you knew and fell for is gone, replaced by a husk of what he once was. How can you stand idly by and endure seeing him in pain, feel it through your bond? You couldnāt anymore. Hoping that space and time apart would help him, help you both. Maybe he could pick up music again if he wasnāt so worried about your safety all the time? Didnāt keep himself up at night guarding you? You didnāt know. All you could do was take your leave. Tried to talk to him and he knew that was it. He had to let you go for your own well-being. So he does. Holding onto to that smile for dear life so you donāt come back just because of him. Needs to protect you, no matter what.
Skywarp
Skywarp was too immature, and took things too far.
You once fell for his lovable, prankster antics. It was fun! You two became partners in crime. Playing little pranks on his siblings and other Decepticons. Flying around together, though you never did get super used to the teleporting thing. It really was all fun and games for a while.
But then, you wonder if you enabled him too much. His idea of humor was never quite, you could say, appreciated by the masses. When it came to Autobots or even other humans.. His jokes hurt. Oftentimes theyād even injure the recipients. Or worse.
It horrified you. Snickering because you put cellophane in front of someoneās door and they face plant is one thing- but now his so called āpranksā were going too far. When you bring it up to him, he seems stifled. His wings bristle. Whatās so different all the sudden? You used to think his jokes were funny, and now youāre saying he took it too far? Had you just not realized the nature of his reasoning for them before? Could barely stand the Decepticons. Definitely couldnāt stand the Autobots. And what- humans? You were the only one that actually matters. You complained about how shitty they were all the time, so whatās the big deal? His jokes always hurt people. That was his whole thing. Doesnāt understand why you changed and itās frustrating. You were the only person heād ever had fun with, where did that go?
You try to explain the difference but he all but ignores you. Says heāll tone it down because he truly doesnāt want to lose you, but heās still upset. Doesnāt want to have difficult conversations. Doesnāt like confrontation, not from you, not this kind.
Time goes on and he seems to take his frustrations from the war out on just about anyone now. Sometimes he even plays little pranks on you but they donāt hold the same air of fun loving and lightheartedness they used to. Unlike the others, he never hurts you. Never causes you physical harm, but the emotional distress of seeing him hurt others so carelessly becomes too much. You donāt join him in his pranking anymore.
What once was all fun and games, turns sour through new intentions. You blame yourself for changing him, although Skywarp knows the truth. Heād always been this way, just hadnāt found an outlet for it yet. Used to play pranks on his siblings and thatās why they treated him the way they did; but then again Star was always overly pompous and Thundercracker was too preoccupied to give him the time of day.
He tries to stay and talk to you when you have a final confrontation, telling him youāre through if he doesnāt change. But he canāt, canāt look you in those beautiful eyes, so alien yet so familiar to him now, and handle being the reason for your pain. He really tried his best, but he refused to make a promise he couldnāt keep to you, at the bare minimum.
He teleports away. Youāre alone now. Hopes heāll be able to face you once again soon but he canāt right now. Clings on to that little bit of hope that you may forgive him, take him back or even find him just to say you hate him, anything. It breaks you both but you have to go. Neither one under any illusion that his change will come easy or even in your lifetime if this war continues. Things take time. You both just hope you have it.
Windblade
She always put her duties first.
You couldnāt blame her, at least not totally. Cityspeakers are rare, vital peacekeepers in a world that so recently was ravaged by war. They were so so necessary at this crucial time, more important than ever in the process of rebuilding Cybertron and itās colonies. How could you ask her to prioritize you?
For a while, she tried her best. Ran herself ragged and stretched herself too thin just to try and make time for the two of you. Given the difference in sleep schedules and you needing to be on Earth at least part of the time, you two barely got to spend a cycle together. Falling asleep in her arms only to wake up to nothing more than a note on the nightstand.. it started to sting.
When you confronted her about it- maybe you two could make better arrangements- she snapped. She hadnāt meant to, she was just so exhausted from her duties and balancing everything that she accidentally took it out on you. Dropped the ball she meant to keep hidden, said what she couldnāt take back. Said her duties came first no matter what.
Immediately, Windblade apologized. Never being one to snap like that before and certainly not wanting you think youād done something wrong by communicating. But the damage was done, the hurt in your eyes alone nearly enough to be her undoing. She tried to comfort you, but you both knew she was right. Her duties had to come first, always. Far too important of a role in her culture to neglect.
She visits when she can now. Her visits are impromptu, few and far between. She looks healthier, less tired. You two dance around the subject of what happened that night and donāt share the same intimacy anymore. It eats her alive to not be able to hold you, to comfort the insecurities she knows sheās only made worse. But she canāt.
Her duties come first. Always.
Nautica
Nautica never wanted to settle down.
At first one of the many reasons you fell in love with her, turned sour through time.
She was bright, excitable and intelligent. Her socially awkward nature only added to her nerdy charm; her curiosity of all things following suit. She wanted to travel everywhere, see every planet she could and study everything life had to offer her. Nautica didnāt want to stay anywhere for too long. But after a while, her ambitions began to push you away.
It wasnāt intentional, she just wanted to explore and learn. She tried her best to be accommodating of you! Take you where she went, ensure you were as comfortable as possible. But itās hard for humans and Cybertronians to be together as it is. And being cooped up in a habsuite alone on an alien planet light years away from home? Didnāt feel very accommodating. Add on the fact that she just couldnāt stay on one planet for too long- sometimes wanting to travel distances humans couldnāt even comprehend away- it got to be too much.
She had such a long life to live, much longer than yours could possibly ever be; youāre just one little human at the end of the day. It felt like you were holding her back.
So you had to let her go. It broke her spark, and your heart too, but the promise to stay in touch was there. Even if it hurt to hear your voice from so far away.
Note: I literally could not think of a reason for First Aid so I didnāt include him- sorry for my fellow Aid lovers! Iād like to write more angst too but we will see:p
Hay could I have headcanons of idw windblade x male human s/o with elements of windblade learn ing about human history like wars and admiring the human body thx hope this wasnāt a lot
Windblade loves learning about humans, partly because she finds them interesting and partly because of how excited you get. You love sharing your culture with her and answering all her questions. It makes it easier for her to fit in on Earth, even if she doesnāt visit often. A world full of smaller creatures will take a while to get used to but sheās determined to leave a good impression.
She, like most Cybertronians, is fascinated by how flexible humans are. You laugh at the awed look on her face when you stretch or a bone cracks. Windblade rushed you off to a medic the first time you cracked your knuckles in front of her; now she just wonders how your digits donāt fall off. Sheās honest about her feelings and questions, itās very sweet.
Windblade is interested in human wars, even if she doesnāt like to admit it. Her people took their problems to space but humans havenāt gotten that far and it makes her wonder if they would. There are a lot of things to learn, maybe not warframe wise but in terms of reasoning and negotiations. Humans and Cybertronians prioritize different things when trying to come to an agreement; she wants to know everything so she can be a good ally.
She loves it when you fall asleep against her. Humans are soft and she does like that but Windblade enjoys listening to your heartbeat the most. Itās a soft, subtle reminder that youāre there and near her. She listens for it unconsciously now, wither youāre in the same room or not. She knows how youāre feeling based on how fast your blood is moving and how fast your heart is pumping. Sheās in tune with you and will be as long as you let her.
In Transformers, "Titans" are bots so massive, they transform into things like cities and starships; (bots like Metroplex and Lodestar for example are Titans). They in turn are paired up with regular-sized bots with the ability know as "Cityspeaking" which allows them to bond & communicate with the Titans.
So in no particular order, here are some headcanons.
You know for a fact that Windblade would be super protective of you. It doesn't matter that you're a bot nearly 700 feet tall (~213 meters), with enough weapons on you to destroy an entire star system, she won't let anyone, (namely Starscream), take advantage of you.
As a cityformer, you always do everything in your power to protect all of your citizens. That being said, whenever anyone gives Windblade grief or questions her competency, you use your position as the city to mess with them. Closing doors on them randomly as they try to go though them, turning the power off while they're doing something important, hacking their room's commns to sound the emergency alarm non-stop.
Having long, in-depth conversations with each other about every possible topic. Your eons of existence allowing her to visualize the big picture, while Windblade's caring and duty-bound nature lets you remember on the immediate one.
Your relationship transforms (pun intended) her responsibilities as Cityspeaker into a well deserved break from all the politics and backstabbing on Cybertron. Your brain module becomes her favorite room in the entire city since it allows the two of you to be close to one another and away from everybody else's nonsense.
Windblade never leaving your side even when you're about to fight gigantic foes like Trypticon or other Titans.
Using your bot-sized drones to go on normal dates with her. (Metroplex for example has the drones: Sixgun, Slammer, and Scamper who are the size of normal Cybertronians)
Merging your minds together and no longer being able to tell where your existence ends and where hers begins. Seeing everything the other has thought and experienced and having no secrets between the two of you.
Being able to talk to each other though telepathy whenever the two of you need to talk in private
Helping her when fights occur in the streets by remotely activating forcefields, shifting the city's layout, and using the security cameras and sensors to gather evidence
Windblade resting on your head or shoulder as the two of you look up at the moon and stars.
Giving her advice and reassurances that she can handle all the responsibilities placed on her, and if not, you will always be there to bare the burdens with her. Windblade in turn advocating that you are more than just a weapon to be aimed or protector to be sacrificed.
Telling Windblade stories about Caminus and all the other Titans who left Cybertron to colonize new worlds, and about Solus Prime when she was still alive.
The two of you being united in your desire to protect your homes, and being utterly unstoppable when you team up
And those were all the headcanons I could think of off the top of my head. I would love to see someone else make more with the idea of Titan!Reader.
As someone who checks the "Transformers x reader" tag from time to time, I have noticed two things. 1. There is a criminal lack of Windblade x reader content on the internet, and 2. There are no Windblade x Titan!s/o stories! And I'm like "Come on! The headcanons pretty much write themselves!"
This āBot wants to give you whatever your little heart yearns for. Thereās a lot of responsibility that sits on his shoulders, and heās fairly busy most of the time. So, if you want a kiss under the mistletoe simply because itās a cute human tradition? Consider it done. Heāll do whatever he can to make you happy, and doing something like this is so simple but effective.
Heād let you tie a bunch of mistletoe to one of his audial fins so that thereās always an excuse to steal some kisses. He might get some questioning looks from his Autobots, but everyone would know you were behind this, so they donāt outright question it.
tarn
If you mentioned something like this in front of the other DJD members, he would give you a deadpan look (behind the mask) and tell you to run along. He doesnāt have time for these frivolous notions, youāre wasting his time.
But get him in private? Heās all over you. Heāll decorate the headboard of your bed with a garland of mistletoe so that the flow of kisses can be never-ending. He might mutter something about you trying to embarrass him in front of his crew, but his complaints are short-lived when he realises heās getting an abundance of affection from you.
Please kiss him. He loves kisses. Even if he denies it to everyone else.
megatron
mtmte Megatron wouldnāt completely understand the idea of it. Youād try to explain that itās a tradition, and itās just harmless fun. Megatron doesnāt really understand these human nuances, and heād insist that he can kiss you whenever he likes.
Eventually, you would whittle him down into going along with it, even if he doesnāt fully get it. Since reforming, heās a romantic poet at heart, so heād make sure you had your fill of slow, loving kisses under the mistletoe.
Other Megatonās would discard the mistletoe and kiss you anyway. Heās not going to let a plant govern when he can indulge himself in your kisses.
soundwave
Heād love this, even if that isnāt as outwardly expressed as youād like it to be. Heād start leaving mistletoe everywhere, hoping that youāll take the bait. He finds this little gimmick very sweet, and heād enjoy how giddy youād get over it.
Of course, you take the bait. You know heās left it out on purpose, but youāll take advantage of it. Even if he isnāt mass displaced, heāll crouch down so that you can lean up and give him a kiss on his mask.
shockwave
Trying to explain to Shockwave that the ārulesā of mistletoe is that youāre meant to kiss under it would leave Shockwave confused. How does a plant have rules? Who is enforcing these rules? Where is the logic behind having these rules? What silly human made this up?
Heād tell you that youāre more than welcome to kiss him (even though he canāt kiss you back) but would insist that you get rid of the mistletoe. Itās about the principle for Shockwave.
nautica
Super down with the idea. Actually, she might end up getting more excited over it than you. Sheād want it all to be perfect, and sheād start planning it like a mission strategy. Where could your first mistletoe kiss be? Where would it be the most romantic? Does it matter how many berries are on the mistletoe? Thereās so much to consider!
Even if you tell her that either one of you can just hold the mistletoe, she wouldnāt listen. This has to be perfect.
windblade
Sheād find it very endearing. Sheād giggle when you explain the concept to her, but she wouldnāt need any further convincing. She loves the cultural differences between the two of you, and is always trying to go out of her way to make sure she learns about yours.
Sheād be very traditional with it, being the one to hold the mistletoe above your heads.
rodimus
Heās the one who got the mistletoe. He read about it on a forum, and then he started to actively look for it just so that he had an excuse to kiss you. Heād be totally smooth with it, too. Or at least, thatās what heād like to think.
Heād hang it up somewhere he knows youāll pass through (like your habsuite door) and be waiting on the other side like āWow! Isnāt that crazy? Haha. That means we have to kiss, right?ā
