Do you have any rules for requests?? Iâm not sure if you have any post about rules or anything so Iâm asking just in case! Also, what transformers franchises do you take requests for??
Answer when you can! Tysmmmđđ
Hi! Thanks for askingâhere are some general guidelines for requests:
1. No NSFW or Yandere Themes
I donât write NSFW or yandere content, but Iâm happy to work on angst, fluff, action, or adventure themes. Just let me know what youâre looking for!
2. Character x Reader Only
I focus on character x reader stories and do not write character x character. Your reader can be human, Cybertronian, or anything else youâd like!
3. Details are Encouraged!
The more specific you are with your request, the better! Feel free to include themes, tone, or even dialogue ideas. If youâd like something long, short, or in bullet format, let me know!
4. Trigger Warnings
If your request has potentially triggering topics (e.g., death, injury, self-harm, etc.), please note that in the request so I can approach the subject with care. Iâm always happy to discuss what youâre comfortable with.
Transformers Franchises I Take Requests For
âą G1 (Generation 1)
âą Transformers Prime (TFP)
âą EarthSpark (ES)
âą Rescue Bots
âą Bayverse (Live-Action Films)
âą Transformers Animated (TFA)
âą Robots in Disguise 2015 (RiD15)
Feel free to let me know if you have any other questions! đ
Hi everyone, this is FanniâEmiliaâs older sibling.
I wanted to share something difficult with you all.
Emilia, known here as @techhiz, passed away on May the 23rd at 5:13 PM after her battle with lung cancer. She was only fourteen. I know many of you followed her for her creativity, her humor, her passion for Transformers, or maybe just for the warmth she brought into timelines.
She loved being here. Genuinely. Sheâd show me kind comments, funny memes, and all the little messages you sent. This place was a home for her, even on the bad days.
This will be the last post made here. Her corner of the internet will stay upâfor her, for anyone who needs a smile, and for everyone she inspired.
I'm very sorry about your loss Fannie you have my deepest condolences and hope you can recover from this đ«
Thank you so much. That really means a lot to me right now. Itâs been hard, but knowing people out there cared about herâeven if just onlineâbrings a little comfort. Iâm taking it day by day. đ«đ
Here, I share stuff like Transformers (mainly on Earthspark, Animated and Prime), Epic the Musical, b99, Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel, and so on.
My requests are available; you can ask me anything, just as long as it isn't about N$FW, pedophilia, homophobia/transphobia, and all that disgusting and weird stuff.
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A list of emojis(for anon askers)!:
đž â Cherry blossom anon
đ â Leafy anon
đ â Moon anon
đïž â Dove anon
𧞠â Teddy bear anon
âš â Sparkle anon
đ· â Tulip anon
âïž â Cloud anon
đ„ â Swirl anon
đ â Shell anon
đ â Bee anon
đŻ â Honey anon
đŻïž â Candle anon
đŒ â Daisy anon
𧊠â Cozy sock anon
đ§ â Cupcake anon
đ â Strawberry anon
đŠ â Butterfly anon
đ â Ribbon anon
đ â Bunny anon
That's all for now! Fanni signing off! (also check on my wattpad- bruhfann)
I need to know how will the Terrains,Autobots and Decepticons react to a cybertronian having a fox as there altmode lol :3
I love your writing so far can't wait to see more in the future :3
"The Fox in the Midst."
The moment you arrived, things changed.
It wasnât every day that Cybertronians encountered one of their own with an altmode so⊠unusual. Cars, jets, motorcycles, and even construction vehicles were the norm. But you?
You transformed into a fox.
Not a mechanical, quadrupedal scout drone. Not a battle-ready, feral beast. A sleek, agile, vulpine form that moved as naturally as any organic predator. Small but fast. Sharp but evasive. A perfect balance of grace and danger.
And no one knew how to react.
When you first arrived at the Autobotsâ base, the silence was deafening.
Twitch blinked rapidly, optics flickering as if recalibrating. âUhh⊠is that⊠a real altmode?â she asked, glancing at Thrash for confirmation.
Thrashâs optics widened. âI mean, itâs awesome, butâhow? You couldâve picked anything, and you went with that?â
Optimus Prime, ever the composed leader, examined you with unreadable optics. âI have seen Cybertronians take on many forms,â he mused. âBut a fox is⊠unconventional.â
Bumblebee folded his arms, lips curling into a half-smirk. âI gotta admit, thatâs kinda cool. You could sneak around anywhere.â
Elita-1 nodded in approval. âStealth-based altmodes have their advantages. Your size and mobility could be an asset in battle.â
Then there was Megatron.
He studied you, expression unreadable. His servo lifted, tapping his chin as he considered your form. âA fox,â he finally said, voice low and contemplative. âA creature known for cunning, adaptability⊠and mischief.â His optics darkened slightly. âI hope this is not a reflection of your loyalties.â
You met his gaze without fear. âI could ask the same of you, ex-warlord.â
A heavy silence settled over the room.
Then, to everyoneâs surpriseâMegatron chuckled. A deep, genuine sound that rumbled from his chest. âYou have nerve, little one. I respect that.â
The tension eased, but the curiosity lingered.
Nightshade was the first to break the silence. âOh, this is fascinating!â they exclaimed, optics practically sparkling. âThe engineering required to shift into a quadrupedal form while maintaining structural integrityâtell me, how does your transformation cog handle the spinal realignment? Does it cause strain? What about balance?â
You blinked. âI⊠uhâŠâ
Hashtag gasped. âWait, does this mean you can do, like, those crazy fox jumps? Yâknow, where they leap straight up and dive into the snow?!â
You smirked. âI can.â
Thrash practically vibrated with excitement. âOkay, okay, but can you, like, run up walls like those parkour vids? That would be so sick!â
Twitch, however, frowned slightly. âBut⊠arenât foxes kinda small?â she asked hesitantly. âWouldnât it be harder to fight Decepticons?â
Before you could answer, Megatron cut in. âSize does not determine strength,â he said firmly. âI have seen warriors half my size bring titans to their knees.â His optics locked onto you again. âDo not underestimate the power of a smaller frame.â
That was⊠oddly supportive.
Mo stepped closer, her head tilted. âSo, like⊠are you fluffy?â
Your expression remained neutral. ââŠNo comment.â
Facing off against the remaining Decepticons was another story.
Soundwave was eerily silent, his visor flashing as he scanned your form. He tilted his helm slightly, then gave a slow, calculated nod. Approval? Curiosity? Hard to tell.
Swindle burst into laughter the moment he saw you. âOh, this is rich! You mean to tell meâout of all the altmodes out thereâyou picked a woodland critter?â
You smirked. âComing from the guy who turns into a Jeep?â
Swindleâs laughter cut off. âHey! My altmode is practical!â
Skywarp and Nova Storm exchanged glances, the Seeker duo visibly unimpressed.
âA fox? Thatâs just a fancy way of saying small,â Skywarp scoffed, arms crossed.
Nova Storm nodded. âNot much use in a fight. No wings, no armor. Seems like a liability to me.â
Rather than respond, you transformed.
In a blink, you were goneânothing but a blur of movement weaving through the shadows. Before Nova Storm could react, a sharp tap landed against the back of her helm. She spun, only to find⊠nothing.
Then, just as quickly, you appeared behind Skywarp, claws grazing the sensitive plating along her side.
She yelped, jerking away as you smoothly shifted back into your root mode.
âSpeed.â You gave them a pointed look. âStealth. Precision.â
Skywarp bristled. âI let you do that!â
âUh-huh,â you said, voice dripping with amusement.
Starscream sneered from the sidelines, arms folded. âHmph. Impressive parlor tricks, but letâs see you take on a Seeker in the air.â
You smirked. âWhy would I fight you head-on when I could just outmaneuver you?â
Starscreamâs wings twitched. âThatâsââ He scowled. âThatâs beside the point.â
Soundwave let out a single, quiet ping. No words, just⊠acknowledgment.
Skepticism faded.
The Autobots came to respect your skillsâOptimus trusted you with intelligence missions, Elita saw you as an invaluable scout, and Bumblebee found himself impressed by your evasive techniques.
The Terrans outright adored you. Twitch and Thrash constantly sparred with you, Hashtag recorded your movements like a sports analyst, and Mo was still convinced you were fluffy.
Even Megatron, who had initially been wary, acknowledged your cunning.
And the Decepticons?
They learned not to underestimate the fox.
Because while you might not have been the biggest or the strongestâŠ
This for the little snippet of my ever first nsfw that i posted before, so... let's start? (AGAIN, I'M SORRY--)
Feeling Better.
The day at the Malto familyâs home had started off just like any other. Sunlight streamed through the windows, the distant hum of morning chatter filled the air, and the occasional clang of metal on metal signaled that someoneâmost likely one of the Terransâwas up to some sort of mischief outside. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful. But then again, that was usually how things went before Bumblebee.
You hadnât thought much of it when he approached you, his usual easygoing demeanor in place, though there was something⊠different about the way he held himself. Maybe it was the slight hesitation in his steps or the way his optics darted around, as if searching for an escape route. Still, when he finally spoke, his voice carried that familiar warmth youâd come to appreciate.
"So, uhm... How are you, [Y/N]?"
It was such a simple question, one that anyone might ask, yet the weight behind it made you pause. You exhaled through your nose, shifting your stance slightly as you considered how to answer. There was no point in sugarcoating it.
âI mean, it could be betterâŠâ you admitted with a small shrug, your gaze drifting to the side.
You werenât sure what kind of response you expectedâmaybe a joke, maybe some reassuranceâbut what you got instead was something entirely different.
âI can help you with that.â
For a moment, your brain stalled, struggling to process what you had just heard.
âŠHuh?
Your brows furrowed as you blinked, turning your head ever so slowly to look at Bumblebee. And there he was, standing there, his frame just a little tenser than before, his optics blown wide with a mixture of embarrassment and something elseâsomething nervous and uncertain. The faintest flicker of blue biolights shimmered across his plating, a telltale sign that he wasnât exactly at ease.
Your expression remained unreadable as you stared at him, his words still turning over in your mind.
âWhat do you mean by you can help me with thatâŠ?â
There was a beat of silence.
And Bumblebee? Well, he looked like he was seriously regretting his life choices.
^^^^^(buckle up, guys...)
You gripped onto his shoulders as you tried to make less noise, jeez being on a cybertronian spike as a human is HARD, yet pleasant. You slowly rolled your hips and moaned softly, Bumblebee gripping on your waist gently, to hold you.
"F-Frag, [Y/N], y-you're tight..."
He panted, frowning and blushing as a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead, receiving another whine, "Bee..."
Bumblebee wiped a tear from your face and cooed, "S-So good for me, h-huh? Yeah, you love it when you're practically drooling all over my spike..." Yet, receiving another whine.
"Mm-- Please, fill me up, B-Bee..."
This shocked Bumblebee for a second before his optics dimmed, tightening his grip on your waist and picked up the pace. You were such a mess-- I mean, a literal mess. A moaning and crying mess.
It was too much, yet you needed more.
Your shaking hand reached down between the two of you and you started to rub your clit, moaning softly. Bee groaned as you tightened around him, "Scrap--"
Your legs trembled around his waist, your grip of his shoulder now tightened as your movement became more frantic. Rubbing yourself faster, feeling like you're about to break.
Suddenly, something snapped inside you and you let out a strangled gasp, tightening around Bumblebee's spike. He inhaled sharply and finally came with you, inside of you. Bee hummed lowly and pressed his servo against your stomach that had a noticeable bulge.
"You're so full of my transfluid, hmm...?" You panted and whimpered, feeling his servo against you. "You're going to be such a lovely carrier..."
Bumblebee wiped a tear from your face and cooed, "S-So good for me, h-huh? Yeah, you love it when you're practically drooling all over my spike..." Yet, receiving another whine.
(IM SO SCARED, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING NSFW STUFF đ) (should I release the full good stuff?)
hey, so i'm trying to get into the transformers, and i watched bumblebee and transformers one, but i dont know what else to watch because there's so much. do you have any suggestions? also, i love ur art!
Thank you! I would recommend watching live-action transformers (bayverse and also rise of the beast), transformers prime and animated, transformers: war for cybertron trilogy, transformers g1 and earthspark.
Author's note: I got inspired by a scene from an old brazilian movie called "Ă pai, Ă" (2007) in which the protagonist refutes racist remarks made by his friend. Click here to check it out (I couldn't find the english version, only in my native language). Also, I advise you to watch this movie if you have an opportunity.
Maybe it would be a good idea to be a prankster in the secret archives of Iacon instead of stealing useless material things. Not that young miner Orion Pax is one. He's just been searching for the truth ever since he became suspicious of the ancient and mysterious story of the 13 Primes. What happened to cause the great protectors of Cybertron to die in such mysterious ways? Why is Sentinel Prime's most beloved government hiding such information? Orion has searched countless files for cycles, and they all end with the same story.
Running from the two angry guards who are twice the size of the cogless miner, Orion's hope is to catch the fast approaching train at the nearest station, which is only 20 meters away from his position.
"Stop, miner!" Darkwing shouted from behind, pushing and dodging bots that were in his way.
KDQ-1, the other guard accompanying Darkwing, flies down from the air and lands directly in front of Orion, blocking his path. "Where do ya think ya're going, miner?" he asked threateningly.
Orion stopped abruptly and raised both arms in surrender. "Wow, hey!" He steps back, but feels Darkwing's sturdy body blocking his path. Their evil giggles make Orion feels shivers.
"So, Orion Pix." Darkwing said sarcastically, pushing Orion toward KDQ-1 "Where were we?".
KDQ-1 laughs. "What do you think, Darkwing? Should we pick him up and throw him from that top?" he pointed at a building next to them.
The brute guard disagrees. "Nah, it would be no fun, dull. Let's rip him apart right here." Both guards laugh.
Orion chuckles nervously. "You guys are creative, huh?"
KDQ-1 grabs the miners' left arm and pull him near. "So, miner. What do you prefer?".
Orion spots the train leaving. Now he's cooked.
Darkwing grabs the other arm. "Why do you want him to choose, KDQ-1? Miners don't have choices or opinion. They only obey." Both laughs again. "They are nothing but-"
"They're nothing but what?" You interjected suddenly, causing both guards to drop Orion in fright and backing off. You took it as oportunity to stand between your friend and the guards.
Orion moves quickly behind you as soon as notice it was you.
You could feel his hands gripping your right leg as if to make sure no one takes him away. How cog-bots can be so foolish to mistreat someone who can't even defend themselves? Even more so in public? Anger boils up your circuits.
"Come on, Darkwing. I want to hear it." you confront. "What were you going to say about him and other miners?"
The brute bot and his co-worker looked at each other. KDQ-1 was the first to speak. "We were just having a warm talk. No big deal."
"I don't think that bullying someone is no big deal." You reply calmly, but firmly.
"This is no of your business, Y/N." Darkwing shouted. "Leave us alone, now!"
"Out of question!" You answered. "You must have power over miners, but not over me. You cannot treat cogless-bots badly just because-"
The brute cut in. "Are you really want to teach me to how be a good chief?" he took a fews steps toward you, making Orion shudder. The young miner doesn't want a hand-to-hand fight to start. He doesn't want his friend to be hurt by the stubbornness of others. Thanks Primus that his brother-in-arms, D-16, is safe in the train going to mines right now.
"It seems you do need." You answered, not taking your eyes off him, ready to fight back.
KDQ-1, sensing that things aren't going well and knowing his co-worker actions, puts his hand on Darkwing's shoulder, trying to stop him, but the mean bot moves it away.
"Well, well. A "hero" protecting weaks bots?" he teased, stopping halfway.
"Don't forget that the weaks bots are those who keep our Energon reserves full. Don't forget you have Energon flowing through you because of them!"
"They are just miners. Damn miners! Nothing but dumb robots!"
"Yes, they are miners, but don't miners have eyes? Huh? Don't they have hands and heads and feelings? Don't they need the same Energon to live?" Your voice grows louder and louder. "Do they not suffer from the same diseases and need the same health care as we do?! When they feel exhausted after countless shifts, don't they need some rest just like us?! When you beat the shit out of them, don't they feel pain?! When they risk their lives down there in the mines, don't they die, too? You take advantage of them in everything because they are treated like slaves in our society, son of a bitch!"
An eerie silence fell over the open space. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind blowing off the huge buildings and the metallic sound of some construction machinery in the distance. Everyone who was passing by and paying attention to the small commotion now remained silent at Y/N's reaction, some jaw-dropped; even KDQ-1.
You were breathing heavily, as if your unimaginable reaction had been an impossible struggle to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. And you are willing to continue this discussion if necessary.
Darkwing glared angrily at Orion, who was still behind you. "Good for you, no-cog." the brute commented, ominously. "If I find you in the archives again, you'll suffer. And so will your little gray friend."
Orion's bright blue optics grew wide by his words. No... He cannot endanger someone he admires the most, someone he considers a brother. Darkwing is far more evil than he could have imagined. Suddenly, he feels you moving and blocking the threatening eye-contact between him and Darkwing.
Darkwing lifted his face up toward you. "And it will be a moment you won't be there, Y/N". He, then, was led by his co-worker through the crowd, away from there. All the other cog-bots returned to their tasks, murmuring about what they had just witnessed.
You sighed with relief that the situation was over without developing into something worse. Turning around, you realize that Orion also feels the same way. "Are you okay, Orion?" You asked softly as crouch down. "Did they do something else to you?".
Orion rubs his arm left arm. "Just a bit sore. Nothing to worry about it."
You lift an "eyebrow". His expression of pain was evident on his face as he try to move his arm with difficulty. "They've made a mess right there. Come along. I'll take you to a doctor to fix it."
"Oh, no need for it. I'm ok-" he grows by pain.
You smiled down at him. "Orion, don't resist. Let's go. And also... Don't put yourself in danger ever again... You know what Darkwing is capable of. Don't underestimate him."
"Yeah, I'm sorry... But, you know why I still insist on it. Something isn't right about Cybertron's past before Sentinel Prime's reign".
"I understand you Orion, but it doesn't mean you have to be chased by the authorities all the time. I don't want to imagine what would happen if they get you in a wrong moment." You sighed and watch the giant concrete jungle landscape. "I won't always be there to protect you."
Orion remained silent for a few minutes while the two of them stared at the cityscape before them. The miner is indeed quite stubborn, and that has consequences, especially for those who are not to blame. Rules and protocols are not even close to something he would follow. Orion doesn't like that, and it is what makes him different. Something that makes him look beyond work.
"I promise." he finally speaks. "I promise to not get in trouble."
You knew that Orion would never stop his extreme adventures.
And that defines him.
Damn, he can't wait to meet up with D again and tell him everything that happened and how brave you were. They knew that you, their best friend, are a hero. Someone they could trust their life with.
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Hiii!!! I'm back from my break and ready to fulfill your requests! I might as well continue on "Faded Spark" and "Echoes of a Forgotten Bond". Feel free to ask me any questions about my blog, or my life (just not personal questions), and if you want, you can ask about my social media! :)
Hello, I'm really grateful for all the love and support but sadly, I think this is where I stop making wonderful works for you guys...
It's just that all of the school and family problems just add up to the stress pile (not that your requests are stressful, ya'll are just amazing!)
It's been amazing writing for you guys and if in the future, you see a fanfic or a message from me on Tumblr, it might mean that I'm back! :)
(I've noticed that there are some requests in my inbox, so sorry but I'll be unavailable to fulfill your requests...)
techhiz... signing off.
hi, you can resquest TFP Soundwave x Femme reader, Where both are conjux and have a Sparkling but one day when the autobots enter the nemesis they think that the Sparkling is stolen and take it but it was a bad idea since in the base the Sparkling cries non-stop and breaks things but Raf calms him down but the sparkling thinks it is a toy and takes it while both enter the portal and going one way, after a while the sparkling are already hungry and cry and Raf feels sad for the baby and then ends up making a signal for the decepticons to find the Sparkling and when Soundwave and the reader arrive the Sparkling hides Raf so that his parents do not see him and happily goes with his parents to the nemesis
Echoes of Family.
The Nemesis was alive with the usual buzz of Decepticon activity. Soundwave and his conjunx, Y/N, were attending to their young sparkling, a lively and mischievous bundle of energy. The sparkling had inherited Soundwaveâs quiet but observant demeanor and Y/Nâs boundless curiosity, making for an unstoppable force of chaos in their little family.
The sparkling was their joy, a symbol of hope and resilience amidst the chaos of war. Y/N often marveled at how fiercely protective Soundwave was of their youngling, despite his stoic and reserved nature. She loved seeing him interact with the sparkling, even in subtle waysâa gentle nudge, a quiet hum to soothe their restlessness, or his silent yet watchful gaze as they explored their surroundings.
But the Autobots had a plan that day. A mission to infiltrate the Nemesis resulted in unexpected chaos. While most of the Decepticons were occupied with the Autobotsâ assault, the sparkling was hidden away in a small chamber. Y/N had entrusted them to stay put and keep quiet, but fate had other plans.
The Autobots stumbled upon the sparkling by sheer accident. Bumblebee and Arcee were tasked with securing the area when they found the little one.
"A sparkling? Here?" Bumblebee blinked in surprise, stepping closer to the youngling, who stared at him curiously with wide optics.
"Must be a Decepticon sparkling," Arcee observed, her voice laced with suspicion.
Bumblebee hesitated. "We can't just leave them here. What if the 'Cons use them for something dangerous?"
The sparkling chirped and reached out for Bumblebee, seemingly unbothered by their strange new company. Against Arceeâs better judgment, Bumblebee gently scooped the sparkling up, determined to bring them back to the Autobot base for safety.
The sparklingâs presence caused quite a stir. Optimus Prime was torn between concern and confusion. "A Decepticon sparkling in our care is a delicate matter. We must ensure their safety but also remain vigilant."
However, the sparkling was far from cooperative. They cried incessantly, their wails echoing through the base. Equipment malfunctioned, items were knocked over, and even Ratchetâs medical bay wasnât spared from their destruction.
"Theyâre just a baby, but Primus, theyâre strong!" Bulkhead exclaimed as he dodged a flying datapad.
Raf, the youngest of the human allies, had taken an immediate interest in the sparkling. He carefully approached them, holding a small toy he had brought along.
"Hey, itâs okay," Raf said softly, kneeling in front of the crying sparkling. The youngling paused, their optics locking onto Raf. They hesitated before grabbing the toy with their tiny servos, their cries fading into soft hiccups.
Raf grinned. "See? Not so scary now, huh?"
The sparkling seemed to warm up to Raf, following him around and even mistaking him for a toy at times. They giggled when Raf tried to teach them simple games, much to the Autobotsâ bemusement.
Soundwave and Y/N were frantic. Their sparkling was gone, and the only logical explanation was that the Autobots had taken them. Y/Nâs usually calm demeanor was replaced with worry as she paced back and forth.
"We need to find them, Soundwave," she insisted, her voice trembling. "I canâtâI wonât lose them!"
Soundwave nodded silently, his visor glowing with determination. He quickly worked to track any signals from the Autobotsâ base, using his advanced tech to pinpoint their location.
"Signal detected," Soundwave finally said, his voice modulator emitting a steady tone.
Without wasting a moment, the two set out to retrieve their youngling, a mix of worry and resolve driving them forward.
At the Autobot base, the sparklingâs antics were still in full swing, though Raf had managed to keep them relatively calm. The Autobots debated what to do next when the unmistakable sound of a ground bridge opening filled the room.
"Decepticons!" Bulkhead shouted, readying his weapons.
Y/N and Soundwave emerged from the portal, their optics scanning the room. The sparklingâs optics lit up at the sight of their parents. They squealed with delight, dropping the toy they had been clutching and toddling over to them.
"Mama! Dada!" the sparkling chirped, their little servos reaching up.
Y/N immediately scooped them up, holding them close. "Oh, thank Primus youâre okay!" she whispered, her spark swelling with relief.
Soundwave placed a gentle servo on the sparklingâs helm, his relief evident despite his stoic exterior.
The Autobots, however, werenât as relieved. "Youâre not taking them!" Bumblebee protested, stepping forward.
"Theyâre just using them for their war!" Arcee added.
Y/N glared at them, her usually kind optics now blazing. "This is our sparkling, not some weapon or bargaining chip! How dare you take them from us!"
The tension in the room was palpable, but Raf stepped forward, holding up his hands. "Wait! I think we misunderstood something here."
He turned to the sparkling, who was cuddling against Y/N. "Youâre not just some random sparkling, are you? Youâre their kid."
The sparkling nodded enthusiastically. "Mama! Dada!"
Optimus Prime sighed, his deep voice resonating with understanding. "It seems we have indeed made a mistake. Return to your family."
Y/N shot him a grateful look before turning to leave with Soundwave. The sparkling, however, glanced back at Raf, their tiny servo waving.
"Bye-bye, toy!" they chirped, earning a small laugh from Raf.
Once they were back on the Nemesis, Y/N cradled the sparkling close, her spark finally at ease. "Never again," she murmured to Soundwave. "Weâre never letting them out of our sight."
Soundwave nodded, his silent vow to protect their family unspoken but deeply felt.
And as the sparkling drifted off to sleep in Y/Nâs arms, the Decepticons knew one thing for certainâno one messed with Soundwaveâs family.
Can do Resquest TFA Longarm/Shockwave with femme cybertronian reader, where both are married and the reader is a housewife and is also pregnant and she doesn't know that Longarm is a decepticon spy but one day when she goes to the elite guard because Longarm forgot something but she discovers him in his true form and Longarm kidnaps her and puts him in the nemesis where later Bumblebee helps her out, and Y/N visits Shockwave in the prison letting him see the Sparkling
Deceptive Ties.
Y/N hummed softly as she moved about the cozy quarters she shared with Longarm Prime, her sparkmate. Life as a housewife in the heart of Cybertron wasnât always exciting, but it was filled with moments of warmth, like preparing his energon cubes or decorating their space with trinkets and mementos. And now, with their sparkling on the way, her days were filled with a sense of purpose and quiet joy.
She placed a hand on her gently rounded abdomen, a smile tugging at her lips. Their sparklingâs arrival was only a few cycles away, and the anticipation filled her spark with both excitement and nerves.
âY/N,â Longarmâs calm and familiar voice called from the doorway, snapping her out of her thoughts.
âLongarm! Youâre back earlier than usual!â she exclaimed, moving to greet him. He smiled, his gentle demeanor masking the darker truth that lay beneath.
âI needed to grab something before heading to a meeting with Ultra Magnus. Important Elite Guard matters,â he said, leaning in to place a kiss on her helm.
âTake care, love,â she said softly, watching as he left.
Hours later, Y/N realized Longarm had forgotten a data pad. âHeâs always so organized. This isnât like him,â she mused. Deciding it might be important, she resolved to take it to him.
Arriving at the Elite Guard headquarters, she was met with the usual pleasantries and directed toward Longarmâs office. As she approached, she noticed voices inside and paused, not wanting to interrupt.
Her optics widened as the conversation unfolded.
âIâll report to Megatron shortly,â the voice said, its tone chillingly different from Longarmâs usual calm cadence.
Y/N peeked in and gasped silently. Before her stood a figure she barely recognizedâLongarm, but in a new form, darker and more menacing. His frame was bulkier, his optic a glowing crimson. Shockwave.
She stumbled back, unable to process what she had seen. The mech she had bonded her spark to, the father of her sparkling, was a Decepticon spy.
The slight noise of her movement alerted Shockwave, who swiftly turned. His optic locked onto hers.
âY/NâŠâ His voice was devoid of pretense now, cold and calculating.
Before she could flee, Shockwave closed the distance between them, grabbing her wrist.
âYou werenât supposed to see that,â he growled.
âLet me go!â she pleaded, struggling against his grip.
âI canât,â he said flatly, his optic softening for just a moment before hardening again. âYou know too much now.â
Despite her protests, Shockwave used his abilities to create a ground bridge, pulling her through to the Nemesis. The dark, imposing warship was a stark contrast to the home they had shared.
âYou lied to me!â she cried, her voice trembling with anger and betrayal. âEverything we hadâwas it all a facade?â
Shockwaveâs expression flickered with guilt. âNot everything,â he admitted. âI did love you, Y/N. I still do. But my allegiance to the Decepticon cause comes first.â
Her spark ached at his words, but she refused to let him see her break.
The Decepticons were quick to isolate her in a secure chamber, though Shockwave ensured she was treated with care. Despite his actions, he couldnât bear to see harm come to her or the sparkling.
Days turned into weeks. Y/N grew more withdrawn, her spark heavy with sadness. She spent her time speaking softly to her unborn sparkling, finding solace in the life she carried.
One day, she overheard the Decepticons planning an attack. Determined to escape and warn the Autobots, she used the little freedom Shockwave allowed her to send a coded distress signal.
Bumblebee was the first to intercept the signal. His energetic nature and determination drove him to act quickly. With the help of Optimus and the team, they launched a daring mission to retrieve Y/N from the Nemesis.
The battle was fierce, but Bumblebee managed to locate Y/Nâs chamber.
âY/N! Iâm here to get you out!â he called.
Relief flooded her systems as she ran to him. âThank you, Bumblebee,â she whispered.
Shockwave appeared, blocking their path.
âLeave her, Bumblebee. Sheâs safer here,â he said, his voice void of emotion but his optic betraying his internal conflict.
âShe belongs with the Autobots!â Bumblebee retorted, shielding Y/N.
A tense standoff ensued, but Optimus arrived, forcing Shockwave to retreat.
Back at the Autobot base, Y/N was safe but emotionally shattered. The weight of Shockwaveâs betrayal and the safety of her sparkling consumed her thoughts.
Weeks later, Shockwave was captured during a mission and imprisoned in a high-security facility.
Y/N visited him one last time, her sparkling cradled in her arms.
âThis is your sparkling,â she said softly, her optics filled with sorrow.
Shockwaveâs crimson gaze softened as he looked at the tiny mechling. âIâm⊠sorry,â he said, his voice breaking.
âYou should have chosen us,â she replied, her voice firm but filled with pain.
As she turned to leave, the sparkling cooed softly, unaware of the weight of the moment.
Though life was never the same, Y/N found strength in her sparkling and the support of her Autobot family. The past lingered, but she vowed to protect her child from the shadows that had once consumed her life.
Shockwave remained a prisoner, haunted by the life he could have had.
