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Do you have any headcanons for what the TFA autobots and decepticon's sparklings look like?
rn I have stuff for Decepticon sparklings
They give big uncanny valley vibes by Cybertronian standards. Instead of looking like tiny protoforms, they're tiny versions of their sires with underdeveloped armor, faded colors and a disturbingly fleshy texture
They're blind for the first week or so, utterly defenseless and very confused. They make tiny squeaks at this age, and they're still experimenting with their EM fields, which means bothering every bot around them at 3AM for no reason other than demanding attention
It's hard for me to fully make them ugly-cute (except maybe Lugnut's because what the fuck is that thing (affectionate)) - but they look... so much worse fresh out of the oven
Even if humans find them adorable (it's the oxytocin we feel whenever we see something with baby proportions/features) - bots find the sparklings pretty ugly (imagine your partner giving birth to a bunch of mole-rat-looking-things)
You know how we all collectively agree, Unicron loves humanity, he loves the chaos and how we are batshit crazy race living in his body, etc...
Now that just makes me realize, what does he think of the offspring of you and a cybertronian?...
Like try as he might, he did forbid you and other humans from courting them, but well, you wouldn't be his spawnling if you didn't do as told by him, you literally could have said to his face, "I'm not asking for your permission, they are my conjux now, take it or leave it..."
So instead of killing your lover, he didn't... after all, if that cybertronian hurt you, he simply says 'I told you so', only for him to then give you a weapon to beat their aft...
But okay, he DID almost choke the cybertronian when he found out you got sparked...
Now, what do you think his relationship would be with hybrids? I mean, they are his grandbabies, would he be upset they take after a Cybertronian look?... or wouldn't care?
In no timeline will he ever like any bot or femme from Cybertron, but it's just a thinker...that he would detest this half-blood baby only for him to cave and see the sparkling has your nose...eyes or mannerisms, GOOD GODS IMAGEN IF THAT HUMAN PERISHED IN CHILDBIRTH...
NOW THAT'S SOMETHING THAT COULD HAPPEN
But what do you guys think?
Would he be a good peepaw?, tbh if we go with the au of cybertronians taking humans as pets to breed them, he for sure wants to annihilate the ones involved...
Summary: Imagine the Autobots finding a nest of Predacon eggs, and the hatclings imprinting on Bulkhead.
(Author's note: The inspiration for the Predacons is Anguirus from the Monsterverse. Also, I kinda got lazy with the writing, so there is some messy writing 😓. Hope you still like it. )
Warnings: some violence, Bulkhead involuntarily becomes a parent, Miko being bad influence, Ratchet's tools becoming victims, some Predacon baby chaos, and Breakdown getting the most embarrassing beatdown of his life.
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-The Autobots were looking for energon as usual. Their storage was running low, and the Decepticons were becoming more aggressive with each encounter, which did not make things easier. So the bots were slightly desperate.
-This time, though, they managed to catch energon readings in a cavern system near a dormant volcano. It was risky because the volcano wasn’t entirely inactive, but with their energon reserves depleting, the bots took the risk.
-They found their way to what looked like a large chamber with lava pools and lava rivers. The walls were shaped from basalt and cinder stones, and there were small, mini crater-like holes around the chamber’s floor. It caught the bot’s attention as it did not look like a naturally formed cavern.
-They then found a large pile of energon. They nearly celebrated until they noticed that the energon blocks seemed to have been gathered there, which added more mystery to the chamber.
-The bots didn’t have time to investigate because soon enough, Decepticons appeared, having caught the same readings.
-A fight broke out. The Autobots tried to be careful and avoid firing on the energon, as an energon-fueled explosion could destabilize the volcano, and possibly cause it to erupt, which could then cause destruction on the surrounding environment and nearby human settlements.
-Bulkhead had a tumble with Breakdown. The two threw punches and swung their weapons at each other, causing loud bangs to echo in the chamber.
-Breakdown managed to get the upper hand, grabbing Bulkhead and tossing him across the room. Bulkhead slammed against a large rock, shattering it into pieces.
-Fortunately, the Autobots managed to repel the Decepticons and salvage the energon. Some of it had shattered into tiny pieces or fallen into the lava, causing small explosions and tremors, but luckily not enough to awaken the volcano.
-It was not much, but it should help them manage for a time.
-While gathering the energon, Bumblebee would notice something beneath the rubble of the stone Bulkhead slammed into, and push the rocks away. He would then alert the team and motion them over, having found something.
-Curious, the team would walk over, only to find one of the mini craters with four metallic eggs inside. It was a nest, and the stone over it had been its protective shell until Bulkhead fell against it.
-The eggs were big. Its shells were made from metal and covered in spikes. It was obvious enough for the bots to know that they were not eggs of an ordinary Earth creature.
-Optimus would be the only one to identify them as Predacon eggs and conclude that the chamber was once a Predacon nesting site, which explained the gathered energon, though what happened to the Predacons who made the site remained unknown.
-The Autobots would decide to bring the eggs back to the base along with the energon.
-Ratchet would give them a scan. Due to the egg’s tough shell, it was difficult to determine if they still possessed life. It would lead to more questions, especially the one on how it was possible for Predacons to be on Earth, as they went extinct on Cybertron billions of years ago.
-Optimus would theorize that the eggs might have been produced by Predacons that were cloned by Decepticons and set on Earth to guard the planet from Autobots. Though he was not certain if the Predacon clones should have been able to reproduce.
-The Predacon clones then likely perished to the fangs of time. It then leaves a question of how the eggs managed to survive.
-Raf would guess the Predacons used caverns near volcanoes as an incubation place, and that the heat and the volcanic minerals had likely allowed the eggs to survive
-Optimus stated that it could be plausible since Predacons were greatly different compared to modern Cybertronians. Even before the war, not much was known about Predacon’s behaviour and life before their extinction.
-Miko would be excited about the idea of Predacon babies.
-Ratchet scoffed and then said that it was highly unlikely the eggs would hatch since they didn’t show signs of life.
” Uhm. Hey. Are the eggs supposed to be steaming like that?” Jack points out.
-Everyone would fall quiet and see the eggs releasing some kind of air, or more like pressure. Ratchet would tell the kids to step back, suspecting it might be poisonous air from the egg’s exposure to the volcano.
-The eggs then stopped releasing air, and the shelling moved against itself, losing color. It was quiet for a moment. Then there were sounds of cracking, and one of the eggs began shaking.
” That should not be possible,” Ratchet uttered in shock.
-The shell of the first egg cracked open, and high-pitched chirping echoed through the base as the Predacon hatchling looked around with the broken shell over its head. The other eggs cracked open too, the metallic shelling falling apart with their pushing.
-One of the eggs fell over, letting the Predacon hatchling tumble outside onto its stomach. The bots and humans got a good look at the hatchling’s appearance.
-The Predacon hatchlings had a tortoise-like appearance. They had a wide, thick shell over their backs covered in small spikes that went up to their tails. They moved on four stubby feet. Their helm had frill-like spikes and a small horn on their snouts. And their mouths were like beaks, with some of them having tusks.
” Aw. They’re like mini turtles.” Miko exclaimed.
” More like tortoise,” Raf said.
“Yeah. Mixed with hedgehog,” Jack added.
-You and your siblings, the hatchlings, shook the eggshells off and blinked your golden optics open. Your vision was blurry at first, but when it cleared, the first thing you and your siblings saw was… Bulkhead.
-Chirping loudly, you and your siblings began crawling toward him enthusiastically.
-Bulkhead stepped back, surprised by the reaction, but quickly leaned down and caught you all when you fell over the table in trying to get to him.
-He would then freeze as he held all four of you in his large servos while you all continued to look at him and chirp happily. Very confused and slightly afraid of dropping you, he would ask the others why you were behaving like that with him.
-Raf explained how you and your siblings likely imprinted on him at first sight, which was something that happened with birds and their chicks. Basically, you and your siblings thought Bulkhead was your mother.
-The idea would make Bulkhead internally panic even more while trying to avoid moving too much. Despite coming from large eggs, you and your siblings were barely the size of a four-wheeler in his large servos.
-Arcee joked about Bulkhead being mother material.
-Since you and your siblings already hatched, and likely are the only Predacons on Earth, Optimus would decide that they would take care of you. Ratchet would not be enthusiastic about it. They barely find sustainable energon sources to keep themselves afloat, and adding four Predacons would further increase the consumption. Not to mention they knew nothing about how to care for predacons, especially the sparkling kind.
” You’re not suggesting we should leave these cute defenseless babies in the wild on their own.” Miko teased while pinching one of your siblings' cheeks after Bulkhead put you down.
-Ratchet would snap a little and mentioned you and your siblings were not cute, but dangerous creatures.
-Optimus said that they would improvise, and leaving you vulnerable to Decepticons was not an option. They knew better than anyone that the cons would not hesitate to exploit you for their purposes.
-And thus the decision to keep you and your siblings was made.
-As you and your siblings had imprinted on Bulkhead, he became your primary caretaker. Also, because you followed him around the base and would cry loudly if he left your sight. So, he had little choice.
-It’s not that he didn't like you. He thought you and your siblings were really cute. He would have loved to become a sire if the war ever came to an end. It's just that he was afraid of accidentally hurting or stepping on you. He was bigger than most of the team, and you were really small. And it didn’t help that you and your siblings clung to him most of the time.
-Due to your small size, you were able to eat relatively small quantities of energon, and your peaks allowed you to eat them in their rawest form. So, feeding you was easy.
-Thankfully, you got along with the humans. Miko, Raf, and Jack would likely make you a playpen and keep you entertained while the bots handled their usual tasks.
-Miko was excitedly involved, so you and your siblings got used to her pretty quickly. Letting her babysit you also allowed Bulkhead to take breaks and go on a mission once in a while. It also kept Miko distracted from her usual attempts to secretly join missions.
-You and your sibling got along with the bots. Recognizing them as members of the pack, as Raf put it. Though you mostly listened to Bulkhead.
-Miko definitely had a part in naming you all. Though her suggestions got turned down.
Miko points around your siblings.
“Skullcrusher”
“Asteroid Destroyer”
“War Machine”
Miko then points at you. “And this one, Galaxy Annihilator.”
Bulkhead awkwardly laughs. “How about (Name). That sounds like a decent name,” he suggested gently.
-Miko, of course, thought the name was boring and tried to use her suggestion to call you over. But she then groaned in complaints when you only answered to Bulkhead’s name suggestion.
-In the first weeks of your life, you and your siblings were easy to handle when the bots and humans found a rhythm. Bulkhead even grew to enjoy the time he got to spend with you and your siblings.
-But as you grew with each month, and soon, you and your siblings were no longer satisfied with the play den. Breaking through and wandering around the base, either exploring or looking for Bulkhead.
-You became especially handy when the bots discovered that your type of Predacons had the ability to shift into balls, like Armadillos, and roll around. You and your siblings began rolling around, bumping into each other, the bots' pedes, walls, or other stuff. Jack and Raf had to take on the higher platform to avoid getting hit by your spiky shells when in rolling mode. Miko was loving it. Ratchet hated it.
-Ratchet nearly banned Miko from interacting with you, especially when she was clearly encouraging the chaos and being a bad influence on you all. And worst of all, you and your siblings listened to her when Bulkhead wasn’t around.
-Ratchet had hoped that babysitting you would teach the girl a little about responsibility, but that was clearly not the case.
-Bots definitely banned her from riding on your backs. There was no doubt she would end up getting tossed when you shifted into your ball modes or get accidentally crushed. And you were not old enough to learn things gently.
-Also, you all became more energetic, which left little peace for the bots.
-You and your siblings' teething phase was a nightmare for Ratchet. When it started, you were biting and gnawing on everything you saw, most of them being Ratchet's tools. Thankfully, the humans knew how to deal with it, and you were given scraps to gnaw on.
-After weeks of handling your and your siblings' energetic episodes, Raf suggested taking you all outside to let out some energy. The change of scenery worked, as you and your siblings spent the time exploring, playing, and tumbling around in your ball modes.
-It let the bots discover that you and your siblings were able to track down energon with your sense of smell.
-You suddenly stopped playing, started sniffing around, and when you found a spot, you started digging, revealing a big batch of energon.
-This discovery allowed some calm on Ratchet’s end since it meant you could find your own energon. Though the bots utilized your sense of smell by bringing you along on some expeditions to find energon, as you were able to track energon down more accurately than their sensors. Which also helped you let out some energon, which was technically a win-win.
-At the end of the fourth month, you and your siblings were the size of large hippos. You also learned to have tamer behaviour.
-Bulkhead would have grown to accept his position as your and your siblings’ mother and grown fond of you all, despite adopting some mischievous traits from Miko.
-One day, during one of your walks outside the base, you all were suddenly ambushed by the cons and Breakdown.
-Bulkhead immediately told you and Miko to take cover and faced his arch nemesis. He managed to handle his opponent for a while, but then Breakdown managed to injure his shoulder and cause him to fall into a ravine.
-Bulkhead tried to get back up, but his shoulder sparked in intense pain when he tried to move, and he was in an angle that prevented him from rolling back on his pedes.
-He was stuck.
-Breakdown laughed at his situation, calling it bad luck before shooting over a distant cliff, causing a rock slide. He then left, leaving Bulkhead stuck with an incoming rock slide.
-Miko would try to tell him to get out. You and your siblings chirped at him. Bulkhead would try but in vain, and the other bots were too busy handling the other cons to come to his aid.
-He tried to tell you all to flee as the rockslide came closer.
“There has to be something we can do!” Miko yelled in panic, unwilling to leave.
-You and your siblings chirped at each other, then began climbing down the ravine. Bulkhead would panic as you surrounded him and began digging.
” No! Babies get away! Save yourselves!” he yelled.
-But then he would become baffled when you and your siblings managed to get beneath him, and then, using your shells and strong legs, picked him up. With united effort, you and your siblings carried him off the ravine, right before the rockslide reached you. The falling rocks move past you and continue falling down the hill until hitting the bottom.
-You all then set him down and chirped happily. Miko was amazed, and so was Bulkhead. He never expected you to be able to work together like that.
-Breakdown then returned. His nemesis was surprised to see him still online, but ready to continue the fight. Bulkhead attempted to stand up, but his injured shoulder left him one weapon down. You and your siblings then jumped forward, hissing at Breakdown.
-Breakdown laughed, taunting Bulkhead about needing his little pets to protect him. He then said how you will be a good gift for Lord Megatron. That remark would make Bulkhead want to smash his enemy’s helm more than ever.
-Unknownst to Breakdown, one of your siblings managed to roll up behind him and sank their jaws into Breakdown’s foot.
-Breakdown yelped and tried to pry off your sibling, who held onto his foot while growling like an angry dog.
-You and your siblings then snapped into your ball form and moved toward Breakdown. You used nearby rocks as slides to toss yourselves into the air, hitting Breakdown like small spiky cannonballs. You managed to hit him square in the face.
-And with one of your siblings using their ball form to go under Breakdown’s pede, you all managed to make him trip against the ground.
-Bulkhead would then watch baffled as you and your siblings continued biting and slamming Breakdown with your ball forms. One of your siblings managed to rip off a piece of him and then banged it against his face like a club.
-” Yeah! Go Ankle biters go!” Miko cheered.
-A snort would eventually leave Bulkhead after realizing his arch nemesis was getting pommelled by baby Predacons.
-Eventually, the rest of his team arrived, just in time to see Breakdown retreat after getting beaten by you and your siblings. You all let out a victorious high-pitched roar before running back to Bulkhead’s side, who was then helped back to the base and fixed up by Ratchet.
-Miko told the bots everything that happened, and Optimus mentioned how you and your siblings were smarter than you looked.
-Arcee added that you were pretty tough, too, for your age. You and your siblings definitely did not need protection once you reached adulthood.
-Bulkhead proudly picked you and your siblings up.
“Well, one thing’s for sure. They’re natural-born Wreckers!” he laughed happily while you and your siblings chirped at his enthusiasm.
-Bulkhead scolded you a little for putting yourself in danger, but would be relieved that you were not so fragile as he feared.
-Ratchet would make it absolutely clear that Wheeljack is banned from interacting with you.
Command Zero: Destroy the World - Command 2, Engage the Enemy
[Platonic] Transformers Prime + Villain Inventor Reader
Command Zero: Masterlist
Motivation is the bane of all living things. Exams looming in the future with their passing wisdom hardly hold any value- at least nowhere near enough to bother. Practical missions or assignments on the other hand, now, those have clear ends worth aiming for. Once it is done, it is done. Learn as much as you need to and move on.
In other words, you are thriving in your new occupation. No one else expected that except for you. It's fine, you muse as you stroll down a hallway, humming a tune with a datapad between your fingers.
Most of the adjustment has come from making this alien technology actually usable for someone of your size, but you have made it work. Ladders, downloading stuff to your own electronics, replicating the devices in more convenient forms- you sure have been busy these past few weeks. That is how it worked until for whatever reason, you were told to devise a plan to break into a military base and get the energon they had stumbled upon.
Assuming they wanted a human opinion on how to break into a human facility, you went through with it. You spied and gathered information, but soon wondered why you should bother with making a plan for someone else. So, in the end you broke in by yourself and carried the piles of mineral away with robots of your own making.
Disabling the security systems was a piece of cake and having others around would have only been a hindrance. With that in the past, you get back to your normally scheduled program in a week. Your boss's baffled reaction is as amusing as you hoped it would be. Crushing expectations is a beautiful feeling, especially when their hopes are so low for you. "Ah, you went through with it... on your own at that."
"I was supposed to call for backup?" You raise a brow, making the platform drop that heap of energon to the floor. "Why?"
"Now, that is how missions should be handled." He smirks, footfalls echoing through the room as he checks on the delivery. "As much as I expected. A surprising performance from someone so... miniscule. Perhaps I should send you out more often."
"Eh... I'm not much of a field worker. I'm more effective in the lab, I guarantee."
"Not to worry, this was nothing but a test: an easy mission the results of which are to be noted for... future reference."
"So, you got bored and decided to mess with me again."
"Maybe so, organic, but I hope I don't need to explain to you the reasoning behind giving you a pointless, risk free task rather than something to determine the future of my plans."
"That tracks."
He hums, satisfied enough with your agreement. Stepping back from the crates, he continues, "your performance was adequate... though that is less of a testament to your ability and more proof of the incompetence of some of my other subordinates."
After spitting out the last words in contempt, he glances over his shoulder. Consideration glimmers in his purple eyes as he schemes other plans for you. "Now we know you may have some uses for missions that deal with the other humans."
"Same difference as 'messing with me' to me... but okay. Anything goes long as I get paid." Your words get him to huff in amusement at least before he sends you on your way.
You have no doubt he is actively searching for weaknesses: reasons to throw you out. That look he has given you is all too familiar. It is your caretaker's cold face staring down your failures. It is the wintry touch of your friends before those same hands push you to certain doom. Even so, you survived both.
You will survive this as well. The bossman's lack of concern for you is far from a new environment. All you have to do is adapt. As long as you are useful, you will live. Death is hardly a concern, either.
Thus you are free. Finally, after all these years, you are free. Nothing will bring you back down until your goal succeeds. So, you make yourself useful. Once the world burns at last, you want to witness humanity's incredible triumph or inevitable fall.
Days pass by again. Experiments get stuck between the occasional mission. You never fail, not once. It never even comes close. That is, until you get forced to go with so called backup.
You have heard the name "Autobots" be mentioned before. It is one of the reasons why you have vehemently refused to call for backup. They always show up to thwart the usual Decepticon plans. The presence of other cybertronians can be detected easily. Dealing with human authorities has already been annoying enough despite you knowing how to handle them and their security systems.
Having to deal with armed robots while trying to snatch some files was the last thing you needed. At least someone contacted the military base and told all personnel to retreat. Although the fact that they did is convenient, it's also super sketchy. Who abandons their post when they are, for once, under siege? You huff as you march through the hallways, wondering what exactly the plan here was.
Then it hits you. Megatron must be running some other, more important operation elsewhere. Two signals will force the Autobots to split up to handle both. This mission is not worthless because if there were nothing of value here, it'd be suspicious. Even so, it is the less important one.
Halfway to rolling your eyes, a wall splits open. Swiftly, you set the data to upload while you deal with the newcomer. Moving away cautiously, you try to figure out which kind of behavior would prove most to your benefit.
"Huh? Why's there a human here? Didn't you get the order to evacuate?" A green robot pauses upon seeing you, only to block shots with his body a second after. He listens, then responds to someone in radio contact with him. "Yeah, there's some masked human just standing in the corner! What should I do?"
Glancing at the download bar, you realize you have to play for time. "I... I was doing something important! I couldn't just leave it halfway. Even if there's- there's gunfire and other chaos, this is too important to risk!"
"Got it." He nods swiftly, returning the gunfire directed at him. "I'll protect you while you get it done!"
"Thank you so much!" You squeak out, adjusting the voice changer to sound even more harmless. This trick can only last so long, but the download is already near complete.
Once it finishes, you rush out through a different crack in the wall. The bot turns to look back, shocked and worried. "Hey-! Where are you going?! It's dangerous, that's where the- ugh!"
In the heat of battle, keeping track of smaller entities grows difficult. Obviously, playing fully innocent won't work a second time, but there is no time to lean into that role within this current chaos. Either way, you believe your humanity will bring more unprecedented advantages rather than hindrances. There's a reason you are so scared of your own species, after all.
That battle would come known to be the Autobots' first encounter with the human who decided to work with the Decepticons. It certainly wouldn't be the last, either but lying like that was so fun you wouldn't mind a round two. Conversation is in short supply within the ship, after all.
The average worker leaves you alone to work immediately; orders from the higher ups, you presume. All they do is deliver materials before disappearing to complete other duties. The aforementioned higher ups, on the other hand, are too busy with their own missions to talk.
Well, Starscream does talk despite being supposedly busy too, but he seems to prefer monologues to dialogues. Regardless, you end up talking with him on one strange day. Your current presentation is on utilizing materials outside of the ever valued energon for weaponry.
"Which just feels like a waste of such a valuable source of fuel," you conclude, spinning around to show off the best options you have landed on. "So, allow me introduce you to a whole new world of explosives!"
At first he seemed hesitant but somewhere around the 20th century, he seemed to be turning around. A demonstration of newer creations and your own more precise weapons got him to change his mind, at least enough to consider it. "I wasn't aware your species could've had... such a history with warfare."
"We've been doing a lot more than you'd think... for the better and worse." The screen fades to black with the click of a button, presentation over.
"Sure you have." He scoffs incredulously. "Is there anything else that you have discovered in this time?"
"Yeah, an observation totally completely unrelated to me: energon and human blood mix about as nicely as oil and water. Zero out of ten, won't try that again-" you cut yourself off and pause, only to continue, "well, not under the same conditions anyway."
"That would just be stupid," he grumbles under his breath, "but what kind of imbecile would inject themselves first with some unknown substance..?!"
"Your boss seemed to think it's a good idea."
"Lord Megatron had his reasons..." he trails off, sounding unconvinced himself, "...surely, but you did not."
"I'm only following the spirit of the company," you respond with a mocking smile.
"You'll be following someone's spirit soon, alright," he mutters, telling you to get back to work as he takes care of some urgent matters, whatever those may be. Admitting that you want to experiment with dark energon too would probably better be saved for later.
After only a few days, Megatron went away for a mission of his own and told his second in command to wait for orders. Said second in command will, in fact, not wait for orders. Soundwave playing a clip from a traced communication link sealed the deal on that one. "Agent Fowler enroute from the Autobot base. I'll review in person."
"Autobot base they say?" Starscream chuckles maliciously. "Humans, always the weak link."
"Rude."
Starscream promptly ignores you, turning to Soundwave. "Fetch me this... Fowler, so that he may brief us instead."
Although Soundwave seems in some ways hesitant, he does as ordered. Conflicting instructions, you assume. Before long his focus is all on the task, while the commander turns back to you.
"And what manner of way do you feel about this?" Starscream asks, voice stuck somewhere between inquiry and mockery.
"About what?"
"About us capturing and interrogating one of your kind. Does that not... raise any emotions?"
"I don't know him. What should I feel?"
There comes no response after that. He merely raises a brow, analyzing your expressions as you pay no mind to his. You assume it to be a loyalty test of sorts, but cannot be bothered to care for it.
Soon enough Soundwave has completed his assignment. Thus, Starscream gets to introduce yet another totally willing person to this ship's interior. "Welcome, Agent Fowler."
"You treat all your guests this nice?"
"Any friend of the Autobots'."
"Autobot? That one of them coin operated 'wash my own car' places?"
"Oh, so that's how it's going to be." He scowls. "Apparently, no one has told you I have no appreciation for human humour."
You add: "or humour at all."
Before Starscream can yell at you, Fowler does so. "It's you, the one who's been breaking into our military bases and government buildings! You're working for the 'cons, huh? Why?! Why are you doing this?"
"Me?" You glance away from your datapad, a pitying smile seeping into your voice at his desperate questioning. "I think I'm the least of your problems right now, Agent."
With Starscream getting the torture chamber ready, you figure it would be best for you to stick around for this. They likely do not know how much the human body can take. Admittedly, you hardly have a good grasp on that yourself, but you do know more than a bunch of aliens.
Fowler keeps up an admirable amount of sass even while tied up and hung in the air by his arms. That is at least until Starscream brings out a stabby electric stick and smirks at the man's pain. "As expected: energon and human nervous systems don't mix."
"Yeah, I already told you that much," you mutter from the corner.
"What?! When did you get here?" Starscream glances up in shock.
"I've been here this entire time," you admit, still jotting down notes in your datapad.
"So, not only are you a traitor to all of humanity, but you're also a sadist!" Fowler snaps. "Do you really not have anything to say?!"
"Well, I can tell you I'm impressed you've lasted so long. From what I remember of having working nerves, being hung up like that would be pretty painful. Also, electric shocks? Yeesh, better be careful you don't end up like me!"
"End up... like you-?!" Another shock cuts him off. He likely won't even remember anything you said by the time this is over, one way or another. Several times he seems to break but never really does. Honestly, it is impressive, though you still worry he might get pushed too far before information comes out.
Once he reaches a point of consistently passing out without awakening again, you consider telling Starscream to give it a break. Said mech only keeps poking at the agent. "Wake up already, you pathetic lump of flesh!"
"Fun fact: you might've given him brain damage."
"Gramma... is it cookie time?" Fowler mumbles in between disoriented breaths.
Your playful smile fades into a blink of genuine concern as you continue: "...scratch that, you definitely gave him brain damage."
The doors switch open at that moment to reveal just some guy standing there. Nah, you're kidding. That, of course, is BR3TT. You know your vehicon buddies. Except that is a corpse, and goddammit, you're going to have to host another funeral.
He falls, shots fired by the green bot behind him. Starscream goes to point a gun at Fowler. "Not so fast!"
A gun clicks up above him. A blue, thin bot warns him: "I wouldn't."
"Oh, but I might." He only gives a wicked grin, holding his position firm. If you did not already know him to be a spindly little loser, you may have found that cool.
"Wait, it's you again!" The green bot gasps, addressing you. "Are you actually with the Decepticons?!"
"Oh, yeah, I lied then," you casually admit, "I would say 'I'm sorry', but I don't wanna lie to you again."
"Well played, human, but there's no need to feel bad for deceiving these fools. They are so naively trusting that they're practically begging to be tricked!" He only chuckles at the bots' irritated expressions, mocking them further. "Now, Agent Fowler and I will take our leave."
"I'm so touched you remembered I exist," you comment, halfway certain he forgot you cannot fly- yet again.
"Not everything is about you!" He snaps.
"It could be if the world were cooler." As soon as you finish that sentence, Fowler babbles some nonsense again. This distracts Starscream just enough for him to lose his advantageous position.
He screeches terribly, but at least grabs you with him as he transforms and flies the hell away from there. The second he gets the opportunity, he drops you off somewhere and leaves. From what you hear, he got the living daylights kicked out of him by the bossman as soon as he returned.
Well, that hardly concerns you. The next time you meet him it is during an unofficial strategy meeting, the main problem being pinpointing the location of their home planet. "Oh, is that what you're doing?"
"Do you intend on offering your help?" He asks mockingly, then chuckles and lets out a sharp laugh. "Ha! There's no way you would know how we could locate Cybertron with technology like-!"
"Well, there is a giant size array in Texas of a bunch of linked radio telescope dishes..."
"As if something like that would really work." He scoffs.
"It's something." You shrug. "Do you have better ideas?"
Reluctantly, he decides to give it a go. As per usual, you are right and awesome. Well, that is about the most you can do for that, so you intend on feeling great about yourself for that at least. Whatever happens next is off your hands. Whatever it may be, surely it won't be anything too relevant.
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And before anyone says “it’s just fiction” bs you know it’s wrong it’s literally adult x child. If you support ships like that im blocking you.
No fandom should ship a grown Adult with a child.
And the I CANT forget the fanart of a adult x child. Like the child character has an adult canon version you creeps STILL choose to draw the child version.
Human! Alastor: I tried to summon him, but it wouldn’t work
Y/N: I’ll try
Y/N, standing in the pentagram: Oh great King Lucifer, accept my humble offering of… one of the ducks from the lake I own, and give me unimaginable power!
Human! Alastor: Oh please. You’re not even saying the correct things, and your ‘offering’ is tiny.
Human! Alastor: Besides, I tried summoning him like twenty times. What’s going to be differe-?
Lucifer, appearing in the room: Hey, yo, what’s up, I heard there was a duck?
Im thinking of drawing and writing again but im every rusty.(I have been dealing with family issues and mental health issues. But im doing better!) And i might try to finish a chapter that I have been working but stopped and some drawings too
Her are a few I have been working on so far to get back in the drawing game. (Ignore the grid I don’t remember how to remove it.)
Here are some sneak peeks that I will be coming back
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Hiii, this is my first one shot about Mizu, i want to clarify that english is not my first language, but i’ve had this idea for a long time and I preferred to put it down.
warnings; pregnancy, infidelity, mention of Mizu's past, explicit content, Mizu has a p4nis!
You met Mizu when one of your servants hid her in the stables after finding her injured. You didn't know who she was, nor where she had come from, but as soon as you entered the stables, the presence of her blue eyes didn't go unnoticed. You felt it in the moment.
Her smell, her essence.
She was wild, she was stubborn, and her blood boiled for revenge. Beyond the humility of saving an injured foreigner in the stables, you did it because you wanted her on your side.
And because she threatened you with her sword, it was to be expected.
You kept her hidden in the mansion, your husband's absence was the luck you had in the moments of solitude you found yourself in, you fell into her arms, into her dark gaze, into the nakedness of her soul. You didn't know if she felt the same, if she sought what you wanted, but you were content. Because you just wanted at least a moment of the love you lacked since you were little, the comfort, arms that would surround you.
One nite you were tending to her wounds, after a bullet had pierced her. It was her third day, the wounds were still healing and there was no sign of infection. You place the water on his wound. His hand wraps around your wrist and stops you, his blue eyes connect with the color of yours.
"Stop." Her words are neither sharp nor filled with anger as she used to speak to you in previous days; you think it's the fatigue speaking for her. "You need to rest." Mizu observes the weariness in your gaze and caresses her hand against your cheek.
"You need it more than I do." You speak, freeing yourself from his grip gently, his fingers brush against your chin, holding it with a softness as if it were made of glass. "Just let yourself be cared for, please." You beg silently, Mizu looks at you, the tension is palpable. They had lived together for a while, Mizu tends to distance herself, she tends to fear acts of affection because she is unfamiliar with them, because they are lacking in her life, and the ones she received in life were tainted by the betrayal of two people who swore to love her. She is just afraid, and she takes refuge in her thirst for revenge. The same one that has cost her emotional bonds and people who once cared for her.
At this moment, she doesn't want to fear, she doesn't want to cower at the idea of being loved.
But once she put love before revenge. She wouldn't do it twice. But she wants to take just this moment that is being given to her, and enjoy it as much as she can, so she does.
She kisses your lips gently, filled with fear and cowardice, it's soft, innocent. Waiting for some response.
Your response didn't take long to appear.
You have only kissed one man, your husband, with whom there is no emotional bond, only for convenience.
But with Mizu, you will have this opportunity; your rhythm follows hers. They continue, and they continue until her hands explore your body, desperately touching the fabric of your nightgown, her hands settling on areas that make you shiver; your breasts, your abdomen, and your buttocks, she caresses your legs, you lie down as you were taught before getting married. She kisses you tenderly, with love. Her touches are not morbid, but they are drenched in pleasure.
You take off your nightgown. Her blue eyes sparkle with desire, longing to take more.
"You are precious." His hands caress your breasts, his left hand kneads one of them to give it a gentle squeeze due to their softness. She kisses your neck, she is fascinated.
You don't hold back. You remove her clothes, caress her breasts and her hair. You sit down to kiss her neck, and you start to caress her crotch to feel the bulge growing in your palm. You keep kissing her, you keep caressing her. You lay her down to remove her pants, the heat of the fire is not as strong as it is now with her, the caresses are gentle, making you want to go for more. Mizu settles in to keep kissing you, a feeling that was absent, one I hadn't felt since she was a wife.
Mizu continues to seek that warmth and comfort in your skin. Her arms wrap around you as she sits you on her lap, she is inexperienced, but I want to walk that unknown path, her large hands glide over your back as she kisses you.
"Have you been with a woman before?" Her face stops hiding in your neck, she looks into your eyes and with sincerity answers your question.
"Never." Her voice is needed, "But please, I want to be with you." Let me be with you. Words wrapped in desire and desperation.
You try it as your husband once taught you. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you sit on his erect member, the insertion makes you gasp in pain; you hadn't tried it for months, long before your husband went on his trip. Mizu caresses your face with her hand, kisses your nose and your cheeks.
"Is it your first time?" she asks hesitantly, you shake your head in response.
"It's been a while." You say, she kisses your lips while her arms wrap around your waist. She kisses your neck and nibbles a bit on the flesh of your muscle to leave a mark.
You sigh, you begin to move, carefully the pain is still present but it mixes with the pleasure you are feeling, you move back and forth, Mizu nestles in the hollow of your neck while moaning from the pleasure of feeling the folds of your pussy, the flesh against his shaft as you keep moving. Her hands scratch your waist, your movements are faster, but she is desperate, hungry to feel her member embraced by your pussy. She helps you move so that both of you can feel pleasure, Mizu runs her hand thru your hair and with her other hand squeezes your left buttock, her desire is so great that she ends up putting you underneath her to fuck you with desperation, the thrusts are so deep, hitting your exact spot. She keeps moving while your nails scratch her back, her hands intertwine with yours, she stops hiding in your breasts to look at you while she fucks you deeply, you kiss her with inexperienced passion but with your lips, you share that feeling you have for her. Two more thrusts, his seed fills your interior, the warm liquid completely fills your entrance. Not feeling your orgasm, she thrusts three more times until she feels your nectar mixing with hers.
Your arms surround her, she surrounds you with hers while kissing your forehead: "Thank you for making me feel that I am worthy of love." She murmurs, her embrace projects the desire she forced herself to hide, she sleeps in your bed that nite.
The next day she is gone.
You can't stop crying, but you had already anticipated this, you knew where having her in your bed would lead.
You just have to accept reality.
But time has given you.
She planted a child in you.
The fear, the anguish disappeared when the baby you held in your arms had her blue eyes and brown hair; you had a part of her, a small part that you love with all your soul.
You wouldn't care much about the consequences, because that baby was your greatest expression of love.
(((Yup. I don't know what to title this short fic other than that. I let the demons win.)))
(((This turned out to have a bit of spice, a bit of fluff, a bit of my sense of humor. I will say it doesn't get smutty smutty but Mizu sure has a mouth on her. And she's determined.)))
You’re shooing Taigen and Akemi out of your apartment with a tipsy giggle at 2 am. Akemi turns and squeezes you in a warm hug. “Good night, doll! See you later!”
Taigen flashes you a peace sign before Akemi leads him, swaying and all, toward their Uber to take them away.
You watch them climb inside the car before closing the door and locking up for the night. You head into the kitchen, picking up the last of the beer bottles and tossing them in the trash.
You head into the living room where you last left Mizu, only to find her sprawled out on the floor with an arm thrown across her eyes. There’s a pink flush across the middle of her face.
“Too much whiskey, sweetheart?” you chuckle as you approach her.
“Fucking Taigen,” she mumbled, trying to angrily growl but it just sounds slurred and tired. “Fucking…drinking contest.”
You crawl over her, sitting on her hips. You do have to move carefully though, you’re just a wee bit unsteady from the amount of alcohol in your own system. “You could’ve just said no,” you hum.
Mizu remains silent. She’s probably telling herself she won’t grace your soft snark with an answer, but it’s actually cause she really doesn’t have a comeback for that.
Her arm lifts slightly higher, and she squints down at you. Her eyes drift to where you’re sitting atop her hips. Her legs shift under you.
She’s… really staring intensely at how you’re sitting on her.
You start to lift yourself up on your knees. “You good? Does it hurt?”
Mizu frowns as your weight leaves her. “No,” she says, and grabs your hips to pull you back down. “...It’s nothing.”
But you know that look. She gets it every time Taigen got under her skin about something.
“Nothing? Like a “just thinking” nothing or a “Taigen pissed in your metaphorical thinking cereal” nothing?”
Mizu’s nose scrunches up in disgust. “What?”
You press your hands to Mizu’s chest, bouncing a little for emphasis. “What. Did. He. Saaaaay?”
Your tone and actions were meant to be lighthearted, but something flashes in Mizu’s eyes when you bounce yourself on her hips. Her eyes flash back down to where you’re sitting. Her hands instinctively grab your hips to still your movement. The pink flush across her cheeks and nose seem to darken. “Fuck,” slips out from between her lips. She shakes her head. “S’ just being stupid and gross.”
You noted that little change in her voice. “Like what?”
Her thumbs run over the jut of your hips. “Some girl he hooked up with. Talking about how she had an IUD and let him cum inside.”
You sigh, “Jesus Christ, of course.”
“He’s gross.”
She keeps shifting her hips under you. “Are you sure you don’t need me to get up-?” You start lifting yourself again.
“Stop moving,” she says, and the flush on her cheeks doesn’t die down. She tries to look annoyed, but you can tell the minuscule differences in her expressions. That’s a pout more than a scowl.
You laugh breathlessly. “What’s got you so worked up?” You tap her totally not pouting lip.
She grunts, grumbling a little as her hands massage where they’re gripping your hips.
“Don’t be all huffy with me. Tell me,” you coax with a grin, your own tipsy flush complimenting your wide smile.
She rolls her head back against the carpet and is silent for a minute.
The amount of whiskey currently killing her liver is the only reason her inhibitions are loose enough to say it.
She mumbles something.
“Mizu-“
“I wanna do that.”
Your eyebrows raise into your hairline, lips parting with surprise. You need to clarify just in case you're misunderstanding. “You want to-?”
“I want to cum inside you.”
The raspiness of her voice is even grittier from the whiskey.
Holy shit.
Her irises are darker than normal, the bright blue having more the tint of stormy waters.
And whether it’s the liquid courage or Mizu’s determination to barrel through things to push through her fears, she keeps going.
Her hands are heavy as the slide up your sides. “I want to have something that I can slip inside you-“
Your heart is pounding harder in your chest from her words, her actions, the heat of her frustrated gaze. “You have several strap ons-“ you joke, but your voice is weak and airy.
“I want to feel you from the inside.” She makes a frustrated grunt, “I don’t want plastic. I want to feel you wrapped around something other than my fingers. I want to stretch you out-“
Her palms dig into your stomach. Her blue eyes flick up and meet yours, and you almost fall back away from her with how much unfiltered desire is in them. Her own breath is shallow, you can see how silently but rapidly her chest is rising and falling.
“I want there to be risk that I forget to pull out.”
Holy shIT-
“Mizu-MIZU-!”
Her hips bucked, throwing you higher up her waist with her strength. Your hands fly out to catch yourself, and your fingers hit her shoulders as she’s suddenly sitting up, face inches from yours. She’s supporting your weight in this position, hands and feet flat on the floor as you’re the unsteady one in so many ways. She looks irritated, like when she can’t bend something to her will no matter how much work she pours into it. But she also looks slightly mournful. Genuinely upset.
And very, VERY drunk.
She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “I wanna see it dripping out.”
You gasp loudly as her teeth snap into your neck. It’s not a love bite, it’s possessive. It’s stinging.
But Mizu, being the complex and non one-note person she is, does let go and licks at the reddened skin in apology. “I want to leave myself behind. Inside you.” She nuzzles her nose below your ear, huffing.
Your brain is just on lag, taking several moments to catch up with each of her revealed desires. “And…” you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. “And if you got me knocked up on accident?”
Her arms squeeze tightly around you, burying her face in your shoulder. She’s silent for a heart pounding moment, you can actually FEEL her heart pounding with yours.
Her lips drag along the skin behind your ear. Her voice is low, dark. “Wouldn’t be an accident.”
Someone needs to take whiskey away from this woman. Or give it to her more. You’ll decide if you survive this encounter.
“Mizu-“ you don’t even know how to finish that sentence. You’re just… you don’t even know. You think you hear a faint ringing in your ears.
Her left hand dig into your side, gripping the fabric of your shirt. “Would you keep it?” she asks so softly.
“I-“ your brain is still on that fucking LAG.
Her breathing is slow, shuddering against your ear. “I wouldn’t make you, if you didn’t want to-“ she sounds so pained to say it your heart squeezes. You actually forget for a moment that that’s never gonna be an issue for you two.
Her grip on your shirt relaxes, before curling the fabric between her fingers tighter, clinging to you. “I’d just… beg for you to think about it,” she makes a wounded sound.
You swallow again, throat clicking. You’re becoming aware of a heat low in your abdomen growing warmer and warmer.
She holds you tighter against her, and her hips start rhythmically rolling up against yours like she’s mimicking how far she’d push inside to get what she wants. She’d work so hard for it, putting in all her time and energy and her unwavering determination-
“It’s selfish,” she’s murmuring against your skin, warm lips having traveling down to your neck. “But I’m selfish. I want it. I want it so much. I want to know there’s a little us-“ one hand goes between your bodies, fingertips pressed up under your naval like she’s obsessed. Her voice is strained. “I want to know it’s inside you. They’re inside you. I want to know they’re safe and warm. You’d keep them so warm. You’re always warm-“
You have never, in your life, ever heard Mizu babbling like this.
SHE’S STILL ROLLING HER HIPS UNDER YOU.
You finally grab her face with both hands in a rare moment of clarity to still her, forcing her head up to look at you in this haze of body heat radiating from her, from you, radiating everywhere between your bodies.
“Baby.”
Her head lolls back, looking up at you and oh my god. She is just gone. Her red cheek flush has spread to her whole face. Her lips are wet and parted, breath now audibly heavy. Her eyes, her eyes, her gorgeous blue eyes are now a storm. A dark, hot storm.
“Let me put a baby in you, dove,” her voice is strangled, slurred worse than you’ve ever heard as her half lidded eyes gaze at you.
Jesus, she’s bringing out the rare pet nickname she’s so desperate.
And just when you think Mizu is done shocking your system with this new side of her, her expression crumbles into the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Please?”
She’s pleading.
What the fuck was in her whiskey?!
“I’ll-I’ll take care of the two of you. Keep you safe. Just let me- just let me-“ she lifts her hips up under you again, as if trying to tempt you into it. She hiccups. “Just spread your legs and I’ll do all the work.”
With strength she should not have while she’s absolutely smashed, she lunges forward, shoving you to the carpet with your legs spread around her waist. Her hot breath fans over your face, tinted with whiskey. She wets her lips. “Have my baby. Say yes.” Her hips press down into yours again. She whispers your name.
You’re tempted to say yes, despite still being sober enough to remember the logistics of this. She makes a very persuasive case. And it’s not just cause she’s grinding into you like she’s warming up to do it.
"Say yes..."
Click!
You both slowly look up (you more tilting your head back) as the front door opens and Mizu’s roommate Ringo comes in. He freezes in the doorway, seeing Mizu crouched over you in a very interesting position with your legs still spread by her thighs.
She scowls at him. “You said you weren’t coming back tonight!” She sways over you.
Ringo blinks. “Mom has Bingo in the morning,” he says innocently. “… did something happen?”
“She’s pregnant,” Mizu hiccups, before passing out atop you without warning, shoving a strangled noise out of your chest as you yell for Ringo’s help.
“Oh? Congratulations!”
“….Wait…?”
“RINGO HELP!”
In the morning, Mizu drags herself into the living room looking like she was just brought back from the dead, face drained of color and eyes squinting at the light behind her tinted glasses.
“Hi baby,” you greet her softly, cautiously as you watch her head to the kitchen, aiming for the coffee pot.
“Hi,” she groans. “I’m never fucking doing a drinking contest with that bastard again.”
You nod, “That sounds good."
You pause, "Do you remember anything from last night?”
She shrugs as she passes you. “Barely.” She disappears into the kitchen.
“Oh,” you turn toward her retreating back, propping your chin in your hand as you lean against the back of the couch. You wait until she’s out of sight to oh so innocent call out “I wanted to ask about how you were begging to impregnate me.”
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