Can I request TFP Megatron and a femme autobot reader who’s super duper sweet and literally the complete opposite of him. He secretly loves her dearly because they knew each other back on cybertron before he even became Megatron. She’s also maybe stronger than him (bc we love strong women) 😋
TYSM!!!🫶🫶
☆ Contrasting Clashing — TFP Megatron x Fem Autobot Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron always claimed to his Decepticon allies that you were just as much an enemy as any other, that you were a scraplet in his side and someone he wanted to annihilate just as much as any other Autobot
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The truth was a lot more complicated than he always claimed it to be. He couldn't keep you out of his processor, your faceplates deeply familiar. He remembered every smile you gave him, present and past. To be back now, of all times, must've been a punishment from Unicron himself
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He stayed focused on hating you, trying to see you like another faceless Autobot. He'd see you before fights chatting with your fellow soldiers, and his spark would get an uncomfortable wrench knowing those grins were no longer for him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the first things that solidified your spot in his processor was how you bested him in battle. He wasn't anything close to happy about losing, but your sheer strength was something he'd always found attractive. Someone who could make him feel like he had a fair match frustrated and delighted him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You could've sworn there were moments in battle where he was holding back. Where he'd miss a shot that should've been easy for him, or the Decepticons deflected away from you under his command. You felt bewildered, yet oddly curious. What were his intentions here? Why did it almost feel like he was looking out for you?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Deep down, Megatron hated how he couldn't stand to see you hurt. He loathed how the smile leaving your faceplates hurt him as well, and what he hated the most was he felt anguish when hearing that his armies had been what did it to you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 As a show of good will, you once lifted Megatron with great ease when he got heavy injuries during a battle. Megatron felt his faceplates heat up embarrassingly quick, and he scrambled to try and say he was fine, but you at least got him somewhere safe first
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Decepticons of course also got curious after a time, subtly inquiring what their boss was thinking when matching against you so often. Megatron would assure them that it was all a part of his plan, but really he just wanted any excuse to be close to you again
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TFA!Optimus Prime: What’s it like working with other me?
TFP![D/N]: He’s someone who carries the weight on his shoulders. A bot who wants to bring not only justice; also wanting peace return back after the war between Autobots and Decepticons. Especially while we’re trying to revive our Cybertron back to life.
TFA!Optimus Prime: “Hm. Hopefully, that’s possible for my universe.” I don’t want to bother you with more questions about your leader, but what was he like before the war?
TFP![D/N]: Well, he was similar like you. He was able to laugh, smile, doing anything before receiving his title and the Matrix. I still remember times we hung out together after finishing the breems of our old jobs. One time, my Optimus was nervous asking me out.
TFA!Optimus Prime: Ask you out? You two courted.
TFP![D/N]: That sounds outdated, but yeah. Then, rest is history.
TFA!Optimus Prime: *Sudden realization* Wait a nano-klik, are you two…
TFP![D/N]: Conjunxed? Yes. Some don’t know but others knew. We try to be discreet with our relationship and still find ways to spend time together (via missions and stuff). Don’t you have someone waiting for you?
TFA!Optimus Prime: Not really. Not since I came to Earth with my team.
TFP![D/N]: Then, if you happen to see another me in your universe, don’t be afraid to connect with them.
“I’m sure they’ll find you charming.”
[Back on TFA Cybertron]
[Finally, TFA!Optimus found TFP![D/N]’s variant.]
TFA!Optimus Prime: *Feeling a little nervous* Hi, I’m Optimus Prime.
TFA![D/N]: Oh! You’re the one who’s been protecting Earth. Heard you kicked some serious aft against the ‘Cons.
TFA!Optimus Prime: Yes, that’s true, but I’m not the only one. I have a team where we help people and stopping the Decepticons.
TFA![D/N]: Hmm…Honest, polite, and you seem to be the rare type of mech I’d like to know more about.
TFA!Optimus Prime: Really? I mean, this seems too fast and I don’t want to make this awkward.
TFA![D/N]: It’s alright. We can take things slow. How about we share comm links, if that’s alright?
TFA!Optimus Prime: Yes, that would be wonderful.
[The two share each other’s links.]
TFA![D/N]: I need to go somewhere. Contact me when you want to hang out.
TFA!Optimus Prime: Yeah, I’ll stay in touch.
[Another pair forming…]
[(A/N)]: I don’t know what I wrote, but I needed it out of my system.
Reader could be read as human or Cybertronian. I will be honest and say I had humans on the mind though.
Sugar cube as a term of endearment.
Author is a filthy casual of a Transformer fan.
Summary: You really like ants, Ratchet is not paid enough for this.
How on Primus’ shiny cybertron you had managed to get super poweras after Optimus Prime -their glorious shining example of wisdom, responsibility and foresight- allowed you to have an ant farm on base is incomprehensible and Ratchet has long sense given up trying to logic himself a solution to a logicless problem.
At least you were behaved… Initially. You just focused on your damn ants; watching them form their miniscule complex hive, watering them lightly, providing them nutrients and treats. Oh the treats. Ratchet has seen how you lovingly prepare the sugary confections for those ants, he’s almost jealous of fragging ANTS!
And that’s not touching the super powers! You got some doohicky that can manipulate the ant colony into doing your bidding with pheromones. You’ve even terrorized Bumblebee by threatening him with the dead ant spray.. Actually Ratchet can appreciate that one, the thought of smelling like dead ants has calmed Bumblebee drastically which in turn has been good for Ratchet’s energon pressure.
“Sugar cube, could you NOT have your ants in the medical bay. They aren’t exactly sterile.” Ratchet said in a sarcastic drawl. He’ll need to clean up after the nearly microscopic organisms, at least you don’t have a more aggressive variant like fire ants.
“I actually wanted to try something and I figured having the best medic around in case of disaster would make you happy.” You said with a warm smile, you’re buttering him up in advance. He doesn’t trust it one bit, but he acknowledges that you aren’t wrong per say. He wouldn’t want you to get injured because you tried some hair brain scheme without him.
“Alright, fine. Afterwards, you’ll scrub the contaminated area up good. Deal?”
“Deal!”
It wasn’t long until Ratchet’s intake fell shut in disbelief, apparently ant powers mean you can grow to the size of Optimus?! What? Sure matter shifting is common for Cybertronians, so that isn’t surprising and when he considers shrinkage is your new thing but-
Oh.. Oh you ant-brained genius.
“Sugar cube, You’d be dangerous if you liked anything besides ants.” Ratchet said as grabbed his scanner, already taking your biometric data. It seems there is some strain on your body, so this wouldn’t be a viable long-term size upgrade but for a surprise in battle? Not too shabby.
“Do you think it’d help any with the energon shortages, or would the nutrition get spread too thin?” You ask as your gaze bounces between Ratchet, his scanner, and your enlarged body. Ratchet could practically hear you come up with horrendous similes and metaphors about how your hands are the size of the largest ant colonial networks the would may never know. Well, either that or thoughts of how many ants you can keep in your pockets in case of a Decepticon attack.
Megatron versus a bunch of overgrown ants? Who knows, it might be closer than Ratchet thinks.
You lightly cough to regain Ratchet’s attention, restating your question.
“No… Actually-?” Every time Ratchet tries to reaffirm his no, he considers just how impossible and strange you are. At this point he wouldn’t be shocked if your ant obsession would give Team Prime access to more energon, however he also doesn’t want to buy into this magical ant fantasy you have.
“Likely no, but I suppose.. It wouldn’t be that much of a strain on my schedule to test it out.” Ratchet said finally, the smile he received in turn was almost as satisfying as a good glass of high-grade energon.
Ratchet begrudgingly enjoyed testing your size-shifting powers on some energon samples, he even reluctantly allowed you to grow your ants. They are admittedly much more disturbing than he expected, but they are no scraplet. Honestly, working with you and experimenting with your ants has given Ratchet a stronger appreciation of you and your obsession. Yes, its an obsession and Ratchet will take no notes, but its not nearly as bothersome as some other human behavior could be.
So, he supposes you can come back with SOME of your ants. Not the whole colony, Primus forbid- He’d never be able to get them all cleaned up without distressing you.
“Oh, shoot- I got to go Ratchet! It’s the colony’s treat time and I brought strawberries today.” You informed Ratchet seriously once you noticed the time, automatically you began to shrink things down back to proper form.
“Yeah, yeah. Go feed your pets, I’ll look over some of this data and make you a copy of our findings.” Ratchet said dismissively, not wanting to outwardly express his small desire to do this again. He’s old, give him a break.
Through the corner of his optic, he saw you pack up your stuff to leave. You even wiped down the areas the ants had been with disinfectant, good. At least someone can clean up after themselves.
“See ya later Ratchet, By the way I’m naming an ant after you!” You said brightly as you soon scamper out of the medbay doors.
“Oh joy.” Ratchet snarked under his vents, yet he felt oddly pleased about it. Strange. Perhaps earth is rubbing off on him for him to be charmed by that.. Or maybe its just you.
Hi 👋 Can I request headcanons for Perceptor from Transformers: Cyberverse with a Cybertronian (gender-neutral) [Romantic] who is a former Decepticon? They defected because they weren't truly evil, just a good person who ended up on the wrong side. They joined the Autobots, and Perceptor eventually fell in love with the reader?
☆ To Trust is To Love — Perceptor x Defected!Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ever the attentive skeptic, Perceptor knew you were one that needed to be kept in careful sights. Who knows what you'd do if he let you roam for even a second? It wasn't worth the risk
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The two of you ended up talking for quite a bit due to proximity. You had similar skills, your fields benefited from one another, it only made sense to be co-workers. Perceptor wasn't too happy about it, and wasn't afraid to let it be known
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite his tendency to bicker, he was genuinely helpful. His scientific proficiency helped you make great lengths in your own studies, even if he tended to nitpick your methods
ᯓᡣ𐭩 With time, your presence began grating on him less and less. You worked diligently, and put honest effort into everything you did. All of these were things he could admire, and he began softening up his biting comments
ᯓᡣ𐭩 His overtly sophisticated ways of speaking and addressing each situation reminded you of some Decepticon scientists. You told him such, and he inquired if he was better company. Something warm settled in his chassis when you said yes
ᯓᡣ𐭩 What came as a rather significant sign of his attitude changing was when he willingly shared his notes with you. He passed you the datapad, zooming in on what you needed to see. He had been so secretive before, that it wasn't lost on you how much this meant to him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Short study sessions became long talks far past work hours. Not seeing one another until the next day became drinks and regular hangouts. A cold and reserved scientist had become a softened friend before you knew it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He knew the very evening where his warmth for you melted into a deeply enamored infatuation. After a night of a shared dinner, you'd fallen into recharge while leaning against him. He gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, admiring you leaning into his hold. He couldn't remember the last time he saw you with any animosity, and how could he? You're the most precious thing he'd seen in ages
[Pairing]: TFA Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!Autobot![Reader]
[Synopsis]: [D/N] can’t catch a break from being misidentified for a Decepticon. At least they have someone who understands their struggles as a commander.
[Inspiration]: A request I sent out some time ago and @signedaiko wrote the HCs out. (HCs with the Special Ops![S/O])
[D/N] = Designation (Meaning your name)
[Gender Neutral Reader]
[(A/N)]: Based on Aiko’s HCs, I’m only writing Optimus in this fic because I’m kind of biased. Also, I need to practice writing characters from the TF franchise and TFA O.P. seems like he’s an easy start. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story.
[WARNING]: Possible misuse of Cybertronian Vocabulary and Terminology (I’m still new to the fandom)
[Back when [D/N] was first promoted to their position as Commander of the Information Operations, they were issued to get a paint job with much darker colors since most missions require stealth. The team [D/N] leads and work with are good bots, but the only trouble the whole unit faces sometimes are the misunderstandings from a first glance.]
Random Cybertronian: EHH! DECEPTICON!!!
[D/N]: No, no, no! I’m not a Dece-!
Random Cybertronian: *Whacks them with an alloy pole*
[D/N]: OW!
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[It didn’t help when they visit Earth to see their Conjunx Endura. People, especially Detroit citizens, also mistook them for one.]
Random citizen: Call the Autobots! Decepticon on sight!
[D/N]: Wait a klik! I’m not with the bad guys.
[After clearing up the commotion]
Random citizen: I’m so sorry! I thought you were one of those Decepticons.
[D/N]: It’s alright. At least you have good optics if spotting one, but please be sure if you see their Insignia next time.
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[It also didn’t help that even the Decepticons on Earth were bewildered to discover that [D/N] is an Autobot.]
Starscream: When did one of our Decepticons switch sides?!
[D/N]: *Enraged* 💢 I AM NOT A DECEPTICON IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU FRAGGING IDIOTS!!!
The Decepticons: Uh oh.
[D/N]: *Unsheathes their razor neon blades and sprints towards the enemies* AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
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[Yeah, from that last battle, [D/N] was on rage mode where they kicked the Decepticons’ afts to the extremes. On their own. Probably put them out of commission for a while. They definitely need private time with their Sparkmate.]
[The Plant: The Autobots’ Secret Base]
[D/N]: Oppy, sweetspark~ *Back-hugs Optimus* My wonderful and lovely conjunx~
Optimus Prime: *Holds their bitarlueus’ carefully and looks back* What is it, [D/N]? You usually call me those names if something is bothering you.
[D/N]: There is. When I retire from the position as commander of my unit, I’m getting a new paint job.
Optimus Prime: Oh, that doesn’t sound bad. Why the sudden thought?
[D/N]: *Vents out from their intake (Sighs)* Almost every bot and person I encounter, they mistake me for a Decepticon. It’s what I get for earning a job where my team and I are required to wear coatings for stealth operations. The tones are too close to the actual faction’s.
Optimus Prime: Well, you also act scary when on duty.
[D/N]: *Pouts* That doesn’t help either.
Optimus Prime: *Chuckles a little* Don’t worry, [D/N]. We know you’re good and just doing your job as a commander. You proved to be a great bot every cycle.
[D/N]: Yeah…But I still remember when Sari and Bee freaked out after seeing me.
Optimus Prime: They didn’t know you’re on our side at that time. Now, they love you for being your true self.
[D/N]: Yeah…Y’know, when I do retire, you wanna help choose which color scheme suits me?
Optimus Prime: Only if you’re comfortable with the choices.
[D/N]: *Smiles at him* You’re so thoughtful, Oppy. I love you.
Optimus Prime: Love you too, [D/N].
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[A Few Deca-Cycles Later]
[At Night]
[S/N] = Sparkling’s Name
[S/N]: *Runs up to Optimus on their little pedes* Sire! Sire! Was this Carrier? *Holds up a data-pad with an old image of [D/N] back when they were a commander*
Optimus Prime: “Oh scrap.” Where did you find this? You know your carrier isn’t comfortable talking about their old job yet.
[D/N]: Don’t worry, Oppy. I let them see the ‘pad.
Optimus Prime: [D/N]. I didn’t expect you to tell so soon.
[D/N]: *Shrugs* [S/N] would learn sooner than later. They didn’t believe the image was me and needed your confirmation.
Optimus Prime: Well… *Picks up [S/N] and adjusts his hold* To tell you the truth, that is your carrier.
[S/N]: Really?! They look too scary to be my creator.
[D/N]: *Made an expression on their faceplate that screams, “Even my kid thinks I looked scary.”* (￣^￣)
Optimus Prime: That’s because back then, Carrier needed to look the part as a leader for their special unit. They have to wear darker coats of paint as their uniform.
[S/N]: Why? No bright colors allowed?
[D/N]: No bright colors, because I had missions where you need to be sneaky. Hiding in the dark and go for the surprise attack! *Starts tickling their Sparkling*
[S/N]: *Laughs from the “attack”* S-Stop! Stop! Can’t vent!
[D/N]: *Stops tickling* Alright, alright. Now, you better get ready for stasis mode since the next cycle is a big one.
[S/N]: *Gasps* I get to visit uncle Bee and uncle Bulk!
[D/N]: That’s right. *Picks them up from Optimus and settles them down* Wash up and maybe we’ll read you a story before berth.
[S/N]: *Nods and hurries off to freshen up*
Optimus Prime: *Hugs [D/N] from behind* You know, I fear next time you need to be called in to resume your duties.
[D/N]: *Leaning in the hug* Don’t worry, Oppy. I’m sure my successor is doing fine as commander and I only come in as a consultant for my former team.
Optimus Prime: If you say so. Then more time between us and see how it plays out.
[D/N]: After reading a story to [S/N], then maybe we’ll see what happens next.
Optimus Prime: *Vents out* Love you, [D/N].
[D/N]: Love you too, Oppy.
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TF One!Sentinel: *Falling into the Prime-verse and crashes at Jasper, Nevada* Why is this happening to me…?
TFP![D/N]: *In their alt. mode and picks up the Energon signal* Better contact the team. *Drives back to base*
[Hours Later]
[11:37 p.m.]
TF One!Sentinel: *Wandering around the Nevada desert* I can’t believe I get sent to another weird dimension, only this time with organic lifeforms. What has my life come to?!
[Team Prime is hiding above the cliffs watching the intruder.]
TFP!Arcee: When do we strike this guy?
TFP![D/N]: Until Optimus gives us the signal. He’s getting Team Nemesis to agree with us on a temporary truce.
TFP!Bulkhead: For what, exactly?
TFP![D/N]: To beat this faker up, together. Since TFA-verse contacted us about TF One!Sentinel, the details gave Prime “flashbacks”. I guess this variant reminded him of the previous Zeta and Sentinel Prime back when the war broke out on Cybertron.
TFP!Smokescreen: Did Optimus tell you about this?
TFP![D/N]: He occasionally has night terrors in stasis mode. This is what I get for sharing the same habsuite with our Prime.
[Then TFP!Optimus comms the team.]
“Autobots, initiate the attack.”
TFP!Bumblebee: Beep beep. (That’s our cue.)
TFP![D/N]: Let go! *Drives off of a cliff*
[Everyone else follow suit and they transform into their alt. modes.]
TF One!Sentinel: No no no! I’m tired of dealing with different bots!
TFP![D/N]: We’re tired of assholes like you. *Points their blaster him*
TF One!Sentinel: NO! *Transforms and flies off*
[Team Prime chases after him, which unfortunately they don’t have flight-based frames. They went shooting at him. However…]
TF One!Sentinel: Hah! Got away from those freaks!
[The Nemesis came into view.]
TF One!Sentinel: Oh sh-!
[The craft activates the deathly null rays and targets Sentinel.]
TFP![D/N]: Morning, sleepyhead. The doctor is ready for your physical.
TF One!Sentinel: Physical?
TFP![D/N]: K.O., the patient is awake.
TFP!Knock Out: This will only hurt if you move too much~ *Pulls out his buzz saw*
TF One!Sentinel: No! Stay back!
TFP!Breakdown: *Holding him down* Squirmy, aren’t ya?
[The physical starts…]
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
[The next hour]
TFP!Knock Out: You didn’t tell your leader about this part, did you?
TFP![D/N]: Nah. It’s better if Optimus didn’t know about the brutality. Especially not telling Megatron either.
TFP!Knock Out: Then Lord Megatron would’ve finished him off.
TFP![D/N]: While O.P. rather have him face the consequences of his horrid actions. Quick question, where did you send that him to? After throwing the bastard through the space-bridge.
TFP!Knock Out: Who cares? As long he’s somewhere else.
[Pairing]: TFA Ratchet x Cybertronian!Autobot![Reader]
[Synopsis]: It’s not always easy to work in a special unit with a well-rumored commander, especially if you’re their grownup kid*.
Sparkling*
[Inspiration]: The request from awhile ago and @signedaiko wrote the HCs out. (HCs with the Special Ops![S/O])
[D/N] = Designation (Your Name)
[S/D] = Sparkling’s Designation (Your kid’s name)
[Gender Neutral]
[(A/N)]: Welp, I lied. I’m definitely writing out the next chosen characters from that request awhile back. The two fics would probably be a longer than the Optimus one (which I’m considering to turn it in a lengthy story).
[(A/N #2)]: This fic is based on S1;E7 from the series.
[WARNING]: Still, possible misuse of Cybertronian Vocabulary and Terminology, Little more than Canonical Violence, some Energon (Blood) spillage
[Back on Cybertron, everybot knows the Elite Guards and many famous figures with a high-ranking status. Especially the infamous Commander of the Information Operations, [D/N]. Rumors about them have circulated for a long time; how they served in the war and stories of them taking down Decepticons twice their size. Most of the population are afraid of them, even mentioning their designation sends shivers down the struts. What many Cybertronians don’t know is you never mess with their unit.]
[Fortress Maximus]
[D/N], marching down the halls: *In their commanding tone* Sentinel Prime!
Sentinel Prime: *Internally panics* A-Ah, Commander [D/N]. I didn’t expect to see you here.
[D/N]: Cut the slaggy formality. Did you or did you not harm one of my teammates? Specifically, my unit’s medic.
Sentinel Prime: “Frag, they tattled on me.” You see-!
[D/N]: *Snatches the Elite Guard and lifts him off the floor* Answer my question, now.
Sentinel Prime: I can explain-! *Winces as he feels the built-in blades poking into his chassis*
[D/N]: Confess, now.
Sentinel Prime: Yes! Okay! I did beat your medic up!
[D/N]: *Lets go of the Elite Guard*
Sentinel Prime: *Falls on his aft* Ow! I’ll report to Ultra Magnus for this!
[D/N]: Go ahead. You know well he’s afraid of me, and I have evidence against you for harming the team’s medical officer.
Sentinel Prime: *Shuts his intake up* …
[D/N]: Hm, thought so. I have important business to attend so don’t bother me unless it’s actually a world-ending dilemma.
[The Commander and Medical Officer traveled in one of the stealth ships to Earth to see the certain Field Technician. Their ship landed in a forested area away from the city and [D/N] already has their Earthly alt. mode (due to secret visits) so they helped [S/D] find one too. Afterwards, the two rode off to Team Prime’s base.]
[Earth, Michigan, Detroit]
[Outside of the Autobots’ Secret Base]
[D/N]: Ratchy! We’re here!
[S/D]: Hi, Sire.
Ratchet: [D/N], [S/D]? What are you two doing here?
[D/N]: What? Am I not allowed to see my Conjunx?
Ratchet: It’s not that. What’s [S/D] doing here?
[S/D]: Had a rough time back on Cybertron. It involved with a certain guard possessing a hideous double-chin feature.
Ratchet: Ah, that brat.
[S/D]: Carrier almost offlined him.
Ratchet: [D/N]
[D/N]: What? No bot messes with my family.
[Just then, Optimus Prime came outside to investigate the sudden voices.]
Optimus Prime: What’s going on here? *Sees the two Special Ops ‘Bots and salutes them* Commander [D/N] and Medical Officer [S/D].
[D/N]: Ah, Optimus. You can stop with the formality, we’re off-duty during the visit.
Optimus Prime: I apologize, [D/N].
[D/N]: Don’t be too hard on yourself. Why don’t you and Ratchet introduce us to the team?
[The tour took up a whole day as [S/D] was fascinated by Earth and its quirks while [D/N] knew some facts, but still surprised by new discoveries. Well, and some people who kind of freaked out to see two intimidating-looking Cybertronians (which the misunderstanding was cleared up right after). Then night fell upon the ‘Bots.]
Ratchet: It’s primitive. It’s barbaric.
[S/D]: There needs to be a law against this.
Optimus Prime: Ratchet, [S/D], it’s just an Auto-supply store.
[S/D]: …Whose screws are loose enough to cause an accident, just for parts in the open area?
Bumblebee: *Comes out of the garage of the store* Hey guys! Check out my new horn.
Ratchet & [S/D]: *Both deadpans at Bumblebee* Of course.
[D/N]: *Vents out and smiles while nodding their helm* Like Sire, like Sparkling.
[Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, [D/N] and [S/D] returned back to base and right away, the grumpy technician performed some self-diagnostics. The team’s leader went to check up on him, and the two chatted before the young Prime takes his leave. Prowl monitored the activities of the mysterious vehicle through the news outlet, then the screen shows live footage of the chase and the off-duty commander recognize the exact vehicle from their war days. Afterwards, [D/N] insisted to go with the team but Ratchet refused as he doesn’t want his family getting hurt, especially by a figure from their past. When the team left the base, [D/N] didn’t listen as they have a terrible feeling about the situation, so they transformed into their alt. mode and sneakily drove out of the building with [S/D], who also changed into their mode, driving behind their Carrier in complete silence. They followed Ratchet’s energy signal and when the two arrived to the area…]
Ratchet: *Thrown across and crashes hard into a pile of junk*
[D/N]: Ratchet! [S/D], take care of your Sire. I’ll handle this fragger.
[S/D]: *Nods affirmatively and rushes over to Ratchet for aiding*
[D/N]: Hey Lockdown! Remember me? Kicked that back-bumper of yours eons ago.
Lockdown: Ah, yes. You were the commanding leader with that team during the war. Y’know, you have pretty good parts I could use. Some I could keep as my trophies.
[D/N]: I don’t think you can handle them. *Throws a range of knives at the bounty hunter*
Lockdown: *Dodges the knives* Heh. Not bad, for an old bot. *Swings his hook at the commander*
[D/N]: *Swiftly dodges the attack and kicks him square in the chassis*
Lockdown: *Stumbles back a little*
[D/N]: This ‘Bot still learns new tricks. *Charges at him*
[The two bots battle each other as the commander strikes more blows to the hunter’s towering frame.]
[D/N]: You better let the young Prime go or so help me I’ll rip your-
Lockdown: *Shoots them with the Electro-Magnetic Pulse Generator (EMPG)*
[D/N]: *Passes out as their frame falls down*
Ratchet & [S/D]: [D/N]/Carrier!
Lockdown: Knocked out and vulnerable. *About to pick them up*
[S/D]: *Sprints in to stand between [D/N] and Lockdown*
Lockdown: And what are you gonna do, medi-bot?
[S/D]: *Pulls out their electric tonfas* Kick that slaggy skid-plate of yours. *Starts hitting the hunter*
[While [S/D] fights off in defense, Ratchet uses his magnets’ electric currents to lift up Lockdown from the ground and throws him away from his family.]
Ratchet: *Rushes over to his unconscious Sparkmate* [D/N], get back online. *Holds their helm facing up*
[D/N]: *Groans as they become conscious* Ratchy? That aft-hole has your generator.
Ratchet: I figured. [S/D], get your carrier and yourself out of here before-
[Lockdown returns back to kick Ratchet off of them and grabs hold of their kid.]
[D/N]: Ratchet, [S/D]! You… *Stands back on their pedes* Let them go. This fight is between us, only.
Lockdown: *Lets go of [S/D]* Well, if that’s the case. Then I hope nothing happens after this fight.
[D/N]: *Protacts their built-in blades* Stay away from my family. *Charges at him and swings their blades him*
[Lockdown pulled out the many hidden utilities owned by previous users and the most recent addition is Optimus’ grappling hook.]
[D/N]: *Terrified by the discovery* …
Lockdown: Like the new upgrade~?
[D/N]: …You son of a glitch. *Thrusts their blades at Lockdown successfully jabbing into his chassis near his Spark*
Lockdown: *Groans from the stab yet grabs them by the neck guard with his left servo*
[Before [D/N] could escape from strangulation, they felt a sharp object hooked into their chassis. They coughed some Energon out of their intake.]
Lockdown: Any lost words, commander?
[D/N]: C-Clear…
Lockdown: What now?
[S/D]: CLEAR! *Shocks Lockdown with their tonfas*
[D/N]: *Slices off the arm and falls on their aft* *Pulls out the hook* Frag…
Lockdown: *Screams in pain and passes out from the tactic*
[In the duration of the fight, Ratchet was able to find Optimus and rescued him before the ship took off. [S/D] is by their carrier’s side aiding their wounds after retrieving a crucial instrument from the unconscious bounty hunter.]
[S/D]: *Rips off the EMPG from Lockdown* I believe this belongs to the Field-Tech I value as my role model.
Ratchet: *Huffs out of some pride* Nice work, [S/D].
[D/N]: *Holding their wound* Good job, you two. Now, I need medical attention, ASAP. *Coughs out more Energon*
[Optimus is being repaired by [S/D] in the background while Ratchet helps his Sparkmate.]
Ratchet: *Patching up [D/N]* For Primus’ Sakes, never risk your Spark like that again.
[D/N]: *Laughs dryly* Can’t promise that, Ratchy.
[S/D]: When we return back to Cybertron, I’m writing you out on medical leave until you’re fully stable.
[D/N]: [S/D], that’s not necessary.
[S/D]: *Glares at them*
[D/N]: Fine. You’re the medical expert. They inherited my optics…
Ratchet: Huh. Like Carrier, like Sparkling.
[S/D]: …I’ve been wondering for some time. And I’m not the only one curious about it. *Motions at Optimus*
[D/N]: It’s about our times during the Great War, right?
[S/D]: *Nods*
[D/N]: We should tell them, Ratchet. For their sakes.
Ratchet: *Vents a little and nods* We can’t forget what happened during those dark times.
[And so, Ratchet and [D/N] opened up to Optimus and [S/D] about their time in the Great War without sparing any details. Nothing left unsaid.]
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[(A/N)]: Please check out @signedaiko and their work. Their writing is so much fun to read. However, by the time I posted this story, they’re not open for requests. When they are available for new requests, please be respectful and read their rules before hand as they stated some boundaries the writer set a while ago.
Also, read the following answers they were frequently asked about.
TFP![D/N]: Remember, this is a stealth mission. We keep everything quiet and do not set any alarms off, got it?
TFA![D/N]: Loud and clear.
G1![D/N]: You got it, “boss”.
[The three were assigned on a mission to gather intel reside in the Decepticons’ base. As both TFP![D/N] and TFA![D/N] snuck inside without a sound, unfortunately their G1 counterpart had other ideas.]
G1![D/N]: *Runs into an open area filled with Decepticons* What’s up, motherfraggers?! *Pulls out their blasters*
TFP![D/N] & TFA![D/N]:
G1, NO!
[Hours Later]
[Autobot Base]
TFA![D/N]: We forgot how unhinged G1 can be during missions.
G1![D/N]: I think we did quite alright.
TFA![D/N]: You literally ran straight into the enemy’s view and started blasting everywhere.
G1![D/N]: *Shrugs* It got the job done. We got the intel we needed.
TFA![D/N]: You shot Ironhide from the Bayverse. He was our extra defense.
[Bayverse!Ironhide was rushed into the Med Bay after the mission had failed successfully? The weapons expert is in stable condition, so he’ll be okay. “I’ll be fine!”]
TFP![D/N]: Optimus, with all due respect, please don’t partner us with G1 again.
TFA![D/N]: We can’t handle their kind of chaotic energy compared to ours.
TFP!Optimus Prime: Granted. In the foreseeable future, [D/N] from Generation One will only be with you for more dire missions rather than stealth-based ones.
G1![D/N]: So…No more stealth team-ups with you, huh?
TFP![D/N]: I’m sorry, [D/N]. We can’t risk our covers blown due to your approach on handling things.
G1![D/N]: That’s fair. At least I’ll hang with my Oppy for other assignments.
TFP![D/N]: What’s that supposed to mean?
G1![D/N]: Meaning I have a little more time to hang with Optimus from my universe while you two have to work your afts off. Heh.
TFP![D/N] & TFA![D/N]: …
[Twelve Seconds Later]
TFA![D/N]: *Ex-vents tiredly* Oppy, could I borrow your axe for a moment?
TFA!Optimus Prime: *Grips on his axe tightly* No way, [D/N]. We’re not disciplining your variant by chasing them like a serial killer.
TFA![D/N]: *Pouts* Then how come TFP me is chasing them?
[TFP![D/N] chasing behind G1![D/N] with their weapons out while G1!Optimus and TFP!Optimus chase after the two from killing each other.]
TFA!Optimus Prime: Probably since they’re more equipped with firearms and more experienced in battles compared to us.
TFA![D/N]: Uh huh. You’re just afraid I’ll hurt myself.
TFA!Optimus Prime: That’s…true. Since you joined us, I’m afraid something will happen to you.
TFA![D/N]: Oppy, I understand you’re worried for my safety. However, you forgot about that one time I kicked some Decepticons’ afts, by myself. They can barely lift a digit while escaping from me.
TFA!Optimus Prime: *A little intimidated* R-Right. You reported that last time. “Frag, they’re a beast.”
