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TFP Soundwave

Loss does things to people. Many, many awful things. There are positive aspects, at least that’s what he was told after Ravage was ripped apart right in front of him. It would ‘make him stronger’, they said. Rumble and Frenzy were next. They’d always had a tendency to take on more than wise, but they managed to push through it despite the odds. Until they couldn’t. The scraplets left absolutely nothing. He may have tried to delude himself into thinking that they were still alive somewhere, but the sounds of their screams as they were eaten alive still echoed in his mind. For a long time, Laserbeak was all he had left.

Now he also had you.

Admittedly, your first meeting was far from ideal, but what was he supposed to do? Just let you walk home from school? Where you could be hit by a car or killed by some lunatic? Oh no, not on his watch. Not when he had finally gotten what he wanted. Soundwave knew the odds of a successful hybridization between a Cybertronian and a human were poor to say the least, but poor odds had never stopped him in the past. That’s why he kept trying. Anyone deemed capable of potentially nurturing a new life became a target. 

It took years of trial and error, and just his luck, the one that got away was the one carrying his sparkling. He’d missed out on six years his child’s life because of this. As frustrating as this development was, he couldn’t help but feel ever so slightly grateful for the fact that someone so cunning was your mother. Between that and his own intelligence, he had nothing but high hopes for your future.

That though, was still a long ways away. he had more pressing matters currently. With you carefully cradled in his servos, he played any and all types of soothing clips he could find. As happy as he was to be able to have you, the constant cries for your ‘mom’ were unpleasant. You don’t need her anymore, not when you have him. He’ll love and cherish you more than any human ever will. 

Soundwave shakes his helm, dismissing lingering irritating thoughts. Those didn’t matter. What really matters is comforting his upset daughter. Gently, he brings you close to his visor, carefully nuzzling against you. He was rewarded for his efforts as your sobs died down into sniffles. Good, he isn’t scaring you now. Not as much, at least. A small improvement, but an improvement nonetheless. 

It took some time, but you eventually got your breathing under control long enough to speak, “Wh-Where am I? Where’s my mom?” Soundwave didn’t have an answer for that in all his audio clips. Lucky for him, you continued, “Who are you? I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

He played a clip of Megatron saying “Soundwave-”. He found it adorable how you wrinkled your nose in confusion, either at the nature of the audio or his name. 

“Soundwave? That’s a funny name,” you shrugged. “I’m (y/n).” Soundwave already knew your name, but it was still nice to hear it from you. After a moment of silence, you spoke up again, “Can I go home now? My mom’s gonna get worried if I’m not back soon.”

There you go, talking about that precious mother of yours again as if your loving sire isn’t right in front of you. Rude, but you’re young so it’s understandable. You’ll learn in due time to love him. He must’ve been deep in thought for too long, you waved your arms at him to catch his attention.

“Hey! Can I go home now, please?” Your tone indicated that you were getting frustrated with his silence. Soundwave’s shoulders shook as he silently laughed, your lack of patience reminding him of Rumble and Frenzy. You would have gotten along well. Before he could get too deep in thought, he glanced your way again and took note of your rising irritation. Oh yes, you had asked a question. He shook his helm ‘no’. This did not sooth your nerves. 

We’re just gonna all pretend Predacons Rising didn’t happen and a certain someone didn’t sacrifice himself for the millionth time 

It was difficult to remember that there were more Autobots than just the ones at base. When you spend so much time sending out signals and only ever get a couple of responses, it can be easy to assume that there aren’t that many Cybertronians left. It’s just a grim fact of war that you’re bound to lose many people. Including those you care about. It’s unfortunate, but they all had to learn how to stay strong through all that. The lives lost would be mourned, but the main goal was to repair Cybertron and find the living.

The number of Cybertronians coming back definitely boosted moral. If they was being completely honest with themselves, they hadn’t expected nearly so many. A prediction they were so grateful to be wrong about. Especially when there was a commotion coming from nearby- a happy one. Maybe someone they knew from before the war ripped everything apart?

TFP Optimus Prime

-  Given his position as a Prime, it was only natural for him to go over and properly greet the newcomer. He’d made a habit of doing so with every single Cybertronian that came back. He cherished each interaction, there was nothing more uplifting than seeing someone alive and well when you had been assuming the worst for so long. It was especially amazing when he realized it was someone he had known well before everything happened. He faltered for a moment when he saw you, briefly questioning if it was actually you or simply a lookalike. When your face lit up and you called out his name, the one from before he was a Prime, he knew he wasn’t imaging things.

- After the initial excitement dies down, you offer to help him with whatever he was working on before your arrival. The opportunity to have some quality time to catch up on all the time lost was far too enticing to let slip by. Out of everything he had expected you to talk about, he hadn’t anticipated the bold statement you brought up as soon as you had some privacy. It made sense. After spending so much time apart, you wanted to let him know right away that you’ve had feelings for him ever since you’d known him as Orion Pax. Before he could respond, you continued. Adding that you understand that with so much time apart, you are both completely different people from who you were before this happened. With a smile, you say that what you’re really asking for is the chance to get to know him as he is now, and vice versa. An offer he gladly accepted.

TFP Arcee

- Arcee wasn’t expecting to see anyone she knew. At least, not that she knew well. If she hadn’t seen them die herself, she succumbed to pessimistic thinking and assumed that anyone else she cared about was probably already dead. It was best to just accept the grim reality and move on. So, when her teammates were making a fuss about the latest arrival, she shrugged it off. It wasn’t until Bulkhead yelled for her to ‘get her aft over here’ that she meandered over. Like Optimus, she questioned if she was really seeing who she thought she was, but when you ran over to pick her up and spin her around, it was clear that it was indeed you.

I’m cool with this kind of stuff, and I went ahead and updated my rules to say that

Also just to keep things clear, my take on how this works is that the spark develops in the carrier and is then moved into a body when it’s ready. Don’t know if there’s another way this has been depicted, it’s just what I came up with.

Bayverse Poly Ratchet and Ironhide

- You are the safest cybertronian in existence, let’s get that established right away. Ironhide makes sure no one so much as looks at you funny, while Ratchet makes sure you’re 110% healthy throughout the pregnancy. It’s extremely rare for you to not have one of them attached to your side, wanting to know how you (and the sparkling to be) are. If they both have to be away for whatever reason, they’ll probably try to get one of the other Autobots to stay with you; to which you have to remind them that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. Ratchet get embarrassed, admitting that maybe he’s gotten a little carried away with everything. Ironhide gets kinda pouty and says you’re blowing it out of proportion, he isn’t that clingy! You have to point out that as he’s saying all this, he’s holding you in his lap. He only gets more pouty.

- There’s some bickering over which one of them is the sire, but it’s all good natured. Like when the sparkling causes a fluctuation in your sparks big enough to make you jump, you’ll hear Ratchet say that it’s definitely Ironhide’s. When you can feel it thrumming happily while Ratchet talks about his work, Ironhide jokes that they’re gonna be a nerd like Ratchet. At the end of the day, they couldn’t care less who sired it. All that matters is that it was with you, and that all of you were together in this.

This probably isn’t exactly what you wanted, but I hope you can still enjoy it

Overlord and Tarn

Coming back online after being knocked unconscious was never a pleasant experience. There was no telling what kind of situation you would find yourself in, nor what state your body would be in. Best case scenario: you wake up in the care of your allies. Unlikely, given that you were alone. After that, being where you were when you passed out was the most realistic good option. That wasn’t the case though. Instead of the desolate, battle worn building you had been scouting, you now appeared to be in a clean room. Possibly on a ship. 

You could feel someone tinkering with your head. Perhaps, this was the best option after all. Maybe one of your friends had rescued you, and had just taken you somewhere you didn’t recognize! Or maybe your processor was damaged. Could be, you think you can remember the structure crumbling down onto you.

Not wanting to wait for the answers to come naturally, you try to move your head to see who’s helping you. A bad decision, it turns out. Moving when someone is tampering with the inner workings of your mind is not a pleasant experience. The pain is instant. As is the yelling of whoever was back there.

“Nah-ah-ah, no moving! What is wrong with you? You feel someone trying to fix you and you just thrash about???” You barely moved your neck, but you decided to keep that to yourself. The mystery bot finally revealed themselves, sharply leaning over your head to look you in the optics. A green minicon was now giving you a dirty look.

“Uh... sorry?” You’re not sure what she wants, but you feel an apology is your safest option.

She sighs, going back to whatever it was she had been working on, “I suppose this is what I get for not strapping your head down too, but it kept getting in the way. Just hold still, would you?” Too? You experimentally tried to move an arm, only to find it locked in place. It makes sense, she can’t have you rolling off the table while she’s got your head opened up, now can she? Who knows what would come flying out if that happened.

It’s not long before two sets of footsteps approach the room you’re in, but that’s not what really catches your attention. It’s the arguing that does. 

“Why are you still here? I did not invite you onboard, nor do you have any reason to stay.” He huffed in annoyance, “Just leave, this is most unnecessary.”

“My, my, someone’s in a sour mood today. Did you burn through your last t-cog already?” Another voice chimed in, this one not nearly as deep as the first.

You heard the minicon mumble something about them being a bunch of sparkling just before they entered. The door was to your side, so you could kinda see what was going on through your peripherals. The purple mech held out his arm to block the bigger blue one, trying to close the door on him before he could come in. Didn’t work, he just forced his way in. The purple mech being no match for him in terms of strength, apparently. 

“You do not need to be in here!” The purple one hissed. “It’s because of your brutish ways that they’re even in this state. You had no reason to topple over that building other than simply wanting to.”

“I’ll admit it was unnecessary, and I wanted to apologize to them.” His voice was dripping in mock concern, even you could tell he was full of scrap and you didn’t even know who it was.

The other guy didn’t believe him either, if the bark of laughter was anything to go off of, “Oh, that is priceless! Overlord apologizing. I didn’t realize you were abandoning the cause to become a comedian.”

Your spark faltered. No. There’s no way you heard that right. Nuh-uh, no way, he did not just say that name. You still couldn’t see their faces due to how you were positioned. 

“Speaking of odd behavior,” hopefully-not-really-Overlord’s voice was tight, but still retained an air of condescension to it, “you’re awfully concerned about them, Tarn.” Oh Primus dammit. “Taking the time to patch them up when you should be hunting down your next target, that never happens.”

Your increasing panic successfully tuned out whatever else they were saying. This is it, this is how you die. No doubt you’re being kept here so he can kill you later. You hadn’t exactly been a model Decepticon in recent millenia you’ll admit, but it’s not your fault the movement took a turn for the murderous unexpectedly! Plus all your friends were in it, and you didn’t want them to judge you, so you just kinda stuck around... passively... hiding from any and all conflict. Primus you were going to die here. 

The sound and feeling of your head being snapped back together pulled you out of your dread. It caught their attention as well.

“Are they well, Nickel? This brute didn’t cause any permanent damage did he?” Tarn asked, sounding bizarrely invested in your well being. A psychological torture tactic, probably. Make you feel like you’re in the clear, only to rip you apart later. 

“Yes, yes, they’re fine,” Nickel waved him off dismissively as she lowered herself to the ground. “They’ve also been conscious for all of your bickering.” With that, she took her leave, not even bothering to undo the restraints. No need to untie someone that’s about to die, you grimly accept.

Now that you’re able to move you head freely again, you slowly look up to see the towering figures of two of the most feared Decepticons. Their red eyes cut right through you. A small, naive part of you that thought you still had a chance urged you to do something, anything. You wiggle helplessly in your restraints, hoping that maybe they’ll be somewhat weakened from the previous victims. You have no idea what you would do if they did snap, but you’ll cross that bridge if you ever get to it.

Overlord smiled at you, an experience you never wanted to have, “You're so cute when your struggling.”

W h a t ?

This made everyone freeze, Tarn looking at Overlord with pure disdain, while you looked to Primus for answers you’re not even sure you wanted.

Tarn seemed beside himself at the statement, “What is wrong with you? You crush them under a toppled building, and now you’re flirting with them?” He placed a servo on your shoulder, an action probably intended to sooth, but all it did was make you shudder.

“Please, don’t act like you weren’t thinking the same thing, I saw the way you were eyeing them when we got here. At least I’m actually taking the initiative.” Overlord snickered at the strangled noise that came out of Tarn at this accusation. 

“Do not put words in my mouth! I would never say something so- so crude! If I was trying to charm them, I would say something much more eloquent,” Tarn was desperately trying to regain some sense of dignity after Overlord’s comment.

MTMTE Ravage

Ravage was many things, it never failed to impress you how just when you thought you couldn’t admire him any more, you’d find out something else and fall even deeper. However, while he was something of a jack of all trades, there was one thing he’d simply never been: a chatterbox. Try as you might, getting the guy to talk was an uphill battle most days. It’s not like he was cold or rude about it (to you at least, you couldn’t speak for everyone), he just isn’t the type to speak if he doesn’t feel the need to. This leads to most nights being spent in comfortable silence, and while you wish he’d be more prone to sharing his many interesting stories, quiet nights were nice too.

That’s why, when you did just so happen to catch him in a more talkative mood, you would take advantage of it and enjoy it to the fullest extent. Lucky for you, he was feeling nostalgic tonight and had been recounting old stories to you for hours now. Had it been anyone else, you doubt you would have made it through even the first hour without falling asleep. It’s been a long day, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been looking forward to curling up and falling asleep with Ravage resting his head on your stomach like he always did. That plan went out the window when upon you asking about his day, he mentioned reminiscing old stories with Megatron, and upon you pressing for him to expand on that, he actually did!

Currently, you two were lying in bed in the dark, the red glow of his optics being the only source of light. It’s not like you need the lights on to listen to a story. Ravage’s head rested on his front paws as he casually recounted an old recon mission where he’d been assigned to get some dirt on a crooked senator, “Following him was simple, simpler than it usually was I mean. The fool had over indulged in so much high grade that Trypticon could have tailed him without raising suspicion, honestly. I’d already gotten more than enough info to be able to ruin his career, but I- I wanted-” 

He sighed sharply, and looked away from you, “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” His ears flattened and he sank further into his paws upon hearing you quietly giggle at his expense. 

You’d been staring at him with a loving expression for a good long while now, it was hard not to when he was acting so relaxed for once. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to fluster you, please continue,” you settled further into your mass of pillows and blankets. Admittedly getting more cozy than someone in your sleepy state should be.

Ravage glanced at your face again, taking in just how tired you looked. Primus, had he really been talking for so long? “Perhaps some other time. I’ve spoken plenty tonight, and you need to get some sleep.”

“Nooooo,” you whined, rolling over to blindly grab at him. Your hand settled on what you think is his neck. Probably. “C’mon you never talk this much, I want to hear everything you have to say now and worry about sleep later.” Taking advantage of your greatest privilege, being allowed to pet him, you gently ran your hand up and down what you’re thinking might actually be his back.

His mouth opened, only to click shut a moment later while he thought about what you said. He couldn’t deny the truth of the statement, and supposes he has been holding out on you. With a sigh, he settles his head on you, “I’ll finish the story tomorrow, and tell you more if you’d like. I promise. Now go to sleep.”

Silence follows, making him perk up enough to be able to look at your face. Normally you have a witty response to just about everything, so your lack of an answer was odd. He chuckled upon seeing that you were already asleep, the temptation of rest having overtaken you only moments before.

Primus me too, he’s the best boy ~

MTMTE Whirl

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” Whirl’s claw pulled you towards him yet again, his reign of terror far from over. 

“You don’t even have lips, you’ve just been head-butting me, you ass!” You thrashed half heartedly as his “attacks” continued. In truth, you’d been working far longer than considered healthy by even Cybertronian standards, much less human ones. Still, you would prefer to be able to relax once it’s all over rather than taking a break knowing full well that you’ll have to return to it soon enough. 

Whirl recoiled from your statement, gasping in feigned (or maybe real, it’s hard to tell when it comes to him) offense. With minimal effort, he plucked you away from your desk to face him properly, “You know, I don’t think you’re being very appreciative.” He head-butts your stomach, enjoying the squish of it. “Here I am, being all nice and lovey-dovey and all that scrap,” another head-butt. “I even said please, and what do I get?” What you got was him ramming his head into your chest.

“Fine! I’m sorry! I’ll give your attention starved ass whatever you want if y-” You couldn’t finish the sentence. Not with his head shoved up against your mouth, in his odd attempt at a kiss. You lightly slap at him, trying to get him to back off before you chip a tooth.

He draws back, “Glad you’re finally coming to your senses, meat bag.” You’re haphazardly tossed onto his shoulder, as he spins on his heel to exit your shared habsuite. No doubt to go do things Ultra Magnus (and most of the other people on board) will frown upon. 

You scramble to get into a more dignified position, knowing full well that Whirl will slap your ass given any opportunity. You still have a bruise from last time. “So what kind of hell raising do you have planned for today?”

“Bold of you to assume I plan any of this, this is pure improv, baby,” Whirl slaps his chasis proudly, the vibrations from it nearly making you fall off. He hadn’t even made it to the end of the hall when he tacked on, “We’re gonna go harass Eyebrows.” Makes sense, poor Rung was his second favorite target after you.

“Alright, sounds fun,” you say with a shrug. Whirl starts to say something else, but you cut him off with a quick kiss against his neck. Right on one of the cables, they’re more sensitive. That brings his words to a screeching halt, eliciting a startled, static-y sound from his voice box. “Adorable.”

“I am not “adorable”, I’m the baddest bot on this ship!” He spots Rung calmly walking to his office, completely oblivious to the turn his day is about to take. “Hey! Hey Eyebrows! Tell them how crazy I am!”

“What? Whirl, you know that’s not a term we use-” Rung’s efforts were well intended, but ultimately useless.

“Oh so now you’re siding with them?!”

Why not both~?

“I hate it when they look at you…so fucking much…”

“You think I’m jealous? Trust me, buttercup, you haven’t even seen jealousy.”

IDW Rodimus 

“Okay, seriously, what the fuck are you doing?” There’s no pause, no waiting around for the tension to die down before gently bringing it up later, just a direct confrontation. You can let a lot of shit go, but catching him using his title and power as a means to make a couple of friendly mechs from the bar you two frequent disappear crosses so many fucking lines.

The other high ranking- though not as high as him- mechs at least have the decency to look panicked and guilty for having been caught. Rodimus, on the other hand, briefly looks startled, before immediately settling into annoyance. “(Y/N), sweetspark, not now. Go home.” His face is blank, but the irritation dripping from his voice is all too apparent. It’s hard to tell if the annoyance is directed towards you or the situation as a whole.

“What?! No, do not tell me ‘not now’ and to ‘go home’! Fuck that, we’re talking right now, and then I’m leaving.” That caught his attention. His stare hardened. If looks could kill, you wouldn’t survive this stare down.

Rodimus waves off the others, who gratefully take the opportunity to remove themselves from the situation as quickly as possible. Now his attention is solely on you, and while you’re not sure that’s a good thing, you’ll just have to deal with it. “Fine. What do you want to talk about, honey?” The once endearing pet name made you feel sick, it felt so menacing when said in such a cold tone.

“What do I-” You sighed, no point getting hang up on him playing dumb. He knows damn well what you’re referring to, he’s just trying to rile you up. Make you so mad that you can’t think straight, much less get a point across. “Look, we both know what I’m talking about. I overheard everything you said to those... those underlings of yours.” Your throat constricts, making your next words too hard to form, so you settle for one and choke out ,”Why?”

There’s a heavy silence that follows your question. As much as you want to leave, to get as far away from this maniac as possible, you wait. You need answers. Finally, he breaks the silence. 

“I hate it when they look at you…so fucking much…”

“I- What?” The words felt like a slap in the face. Who even was this? Sure, Rodimus has his bad days. He’s a Prime after all, it comes with the job. Normally however, he’s your shining star. Motivating you when you feel yourself falling behind, making you laugh when you want to cry, and getting you to let loose and actually enjoy yourself once in a while. This... This thing in front of you, is not your Rodimus.

His optics soften ever so slightly at your confused state, but it’s not the comforting sight it once would have been. He slowly begins approaching you, “I know this is... a lot, but it’s for the best. I’m doing this for you, for us. It’s not pretty, but that’s why I was trying to keep it from you. This isn’t something you should have to worry yourself about.” A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “Now how about we go home, watch a movie or something. I’ll even let you pick.” 

His servo is inching towards your chin, likely with the intention of bring you in for a kiss. He doesn’t make it that far though. With a fire in your optics, you slap away the encroaching servo and take several steps back. “NO. You’re insane, I’m done. WE are done.” You should have stopped there, started running and prayed to whatever higher power may be listening that you can actually get away, but you don’t. You’re mad and hurting and want to make him hurt, too. “How could you do something like this? How fucking pathetic do you have to be to go this far because what? You’re jealous? You’re a monster, and you do not deserve your title.”

You don’t finish off with the same fury you started with. All you want is to get away and hopefully never see him again. You begin to turn away, planning to do just that, but the movement snaps Rodimus out of whatever state he had been in. You had just turned your back on him (a bad decision) when his arms clamp around you, pressing you up against his body in what would have been an affectionate gesture in any other situation. His grip is tight, too tight, and you don’t even need to look at him to know he’s absolutely seething.

He leans in close, despite your thrashing, and whispers, “You think I’m jealous? Trust me, buttercup, you haven’t even seen jealousy.”

I, admittedly, drifted a bit and got to caught up with setting up the relationship with this one, but I hope you still like it! 

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

MTMTE Megatron

Generally speaking, you’ve never much cared for starting your morning. Sure, the pleasantries that come with being up bright and early make it worth it, but that initial internal fight you have just to get out of the bed is far from desirable. Especially when you have to go through all that on your own. Get up, get dressed, acquired some vaguely nutritious food that can be eaten on the go because dammit you’re a busy person. It’s all so monotonous. Borderline depressing when it goes on for so long that you can’t be sure when the last time you casually had breakfast with someone was.

Change manifests in ways you never expect it to. If someone had told you that your life would change for the better because of the infamous Decepticon warlord Megatron himself, you would have laughed, assuming they meant it in the sense that you’d be better off dead. At least you’d get some damn sleep. 

Neither you, nor Megatron knew for sure where your once purely professional relationship started to evolve. The first time you picked up on it was when he chastised you for having a small breakfast bar and two cups of coffee in place of an actual meal. The only other person to ever get on you for your unhealthy habits prior to this was Ratchet, but he’s a doctor. He has to cop an attitude with you when you’re not taking care of yourself; and while it’s not like you don’t appreciate his concern, it’s not the same as someone expressing concern purely for the reason of being concerned.

That’s when you started paying closer attention to Megatron, even making actual attempts at being conversational. He’s stiff at first, but you can hardly call yourself a master at the art either. Once you got him going, you quickly learned that while you weren’t, he absolutely was. He could read a report about a broken light from Ultra Magnus and it would fill you with a burning desire to fix it and anything else that you happened across. 

It wasn’t just his charisma that drew you in. His voice, worked its way into your heart as well. The deep, rough voice that you could even feel the rumbles of if you were close enough was intoxicating. You looked forward to hearing it every morning after you began growing closer. Now, though, you didn’t have to wait to get to your office to hear it.

“Be sure to eat a proper meal this morning, Rodimus says he has something special planned for today, which rarely yields anything positive.” Megatron turns to face you, making direct eye contact, “I don’t want you getting light headed and almost falling off a ledge again.” Such a worrier. An endearing quality that never fails to make you feel warm and soft inside.

Megatron heaves a sigh as you stare back silently with a soft look on your face, “(Y/N), I’m serious-”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” The words were barely more than a whisper, slipping out before your still sleep laden mind could truly process the words.

Megatron froze at the words, staring at you wide eyed. One would think he’s upset if not for his cooling fans blasting and his ever reddening face. Tearing his gaze away from yours, he clears his throat and reminds you to eat something again before hurrying out of the room. 

In this situation you wouldn’t get to refuse to join it, so much as you would have to defect from it. Megatron would absolutely consider his child a Decepticon from creation.

This is basically a continuation of this post

- Megatron legit does not understand where he went wrong with you. He tortured trained you himself, surely that had to make you understand that you were destined for greatness in the Decepticon army. So w h y are you being so difficult? He’s furious, and nothing else. With Soundwave having long since passed, there’s no one around that can even begin to make him see where he messed all this up.

- The fact that you didn’t join the Autobots eases the pain of “betrayal” in his spark, but not by much since you still associate with them to a degree. It’s loathsome to see how casually you act around them, as if they weren’t supposed to be your mortal enemies. Though, he can’t fully ignore the pain he feels when he sees you smile at something Optimus Prime says. When he thinks about it, he hasn’t seen you smile since Soundwave died. He’s the only one you’ve ever smiled at.

- Despite his best efforts, it’s a long time before he actually gets the chance to confront you on your abrupt departure from the Decepticon cause. Between your own elusiveness (learned from his training, so he can’t help but feel a twinge of pride from that), and the Autobots doing everything in their power to get it the way. When a confrontation does happen, it’s bad. First, it’s extremely violent. As much as you may not want fight, you have to if you want to survive. It comes to a stalemate, both of you being damn good fighters.