cw(s): yandere themes, descriptive death of a carrier [parent] (Prelude), non-descriptive torture of reader (Shockwave), thoughts of how to harm reader (Shockwave)
β Prelude β
A carrier reaching the pinnacle of their existence, so bittersweet to exist in a paradoxical moment: their sparkling's life for their death. If only it happened on Cybertron surrounded by fellow bots. Ah, what a beauty it was before it descended to calamity. That's beside the point. How low levels of energon have affected all of their processes, to the point of incoherent mumbles.
A foreign world filled with fleshy primitives that know nothing of their kind. Their sparkling may be resigned to the Allspark so soon after them. Surely, this war doomed them since its inception, but staying neutral truly sealed their fate.
It was more likely an illusion of misplaced hope as their spark died out than reality. Still, one of the tiny, seemingly barbaric, howmans clambers into their frigid embrace and worryingly coos. Their last moment is observing their sparkling being taken into the creature's servosβan understanding created beyond species, time, space, and the questions of creationβthey'll be cared for, organic or not.
Bumblebee has always been a protector of humans. His role has not only been scout, but also guardian to the tiny creatures he has become quite fond of. Stumbling upon you was an instant connection, a new task, and lasting guardianship over not just you but also the Cybertronian life you were cradling in your arms.
When his audials had dialed in to Decepticon talk of a stray, sparked bot being shot down by Starscream, he believed he had misheard. He was hesitant to report it. It sounded like another trap they would be unfortunate enough to stumble into. Still, the chance that there was a carrier alive, or perhaps even a sparkling, was a rarity too great to ignore.
It would've been the worst decision his processors ever made if he had ignored it.
"How disgraceful of those walking hunks of scraps," was the only thing he could think as he offered you a lift. You seemed hesitant at first, but when you realized the Decepticons seemed eager to kill you and had already stripped the dead alien of all its contents, you quickly agreed. Looking back on it, death may have been a far less complicated fate.
Your first meeting went less than well. Most likely because he was unable to calm himself down. His comrades provided cover as he brought you two someplace with a semblance of safety. His exhausts were fuming, and no amount of fan power could stop him from a potential overheating.
He knew the Decepticons were low, but to kill off a carrier? A sparked botβan occurrence so rare in the war he never thought he'd have laid his optics on a bitlet again.
If his fellow Autobots thought he was tutelar before, this was a new level. Yes, bots are naturally territorial over new life, especially in a situation such as this, but his insistence on staying with you is obsessive. He's acting as if he's your conjunx, a human he hardly knows the status of.
His battle mask prematurely slides on whenever something that could be a threat nears you or your sparkling. This includes other Autobots that have a tendency towards roughness or recklessness. Accidents happen. He won't allow that. He's quick to place you somewhere out of danger, always placing your lives over his. Primus, he'd sacrifice all his plating if it kept the pair of you safe.
He gets anxious whenever you go somewhere he is unable to follow you. Whether that be because he has to blend in or it's simply not his place to join you. His engine revs while in his alt mode, radio clicking on and off habitually, despite the fact that he's supposed to be parked (and off). As soon as you return, he's bombarding you with questions. He can't say that he isn't the least bit jealous that the sparkling gets to go everywhere with you, even when he can't.
He prefers to have you sleep in his alt mode. He understands it isn't the most conventional, but humor him. Until you find a place to reside that accommodates his size, he'd prefer if you resided within him while resting. If danger appears, he can easily remove you from the situation. He can monitor the bio stats of the sparkling and help you if they begin having a fit.
Small side note. The government would do well to swiftly find an abode that accommodates him, as well as the other Autobots. While they may not be as devoted as Bee to you, they are a family. A family of potentially homicidal robots that, while intending to preserve humanity, can be hypocritical to that moral point and, at the end of the day, are fettered to their baser instincts (protect the carrier and the sparkling at all costs). It takes a village, as the humans say.
Bumblebee's a wonderful sire to the bitlet. He needs guidance from Ratchet and the others on how to properly care for them, but the intention is definitely there. He always has time for them. He's also a little more than careful. Anytime it seems that they've been injured or are in a bad mood, it sends a shock to his spark, causing it to ache. His plating will elongate for a moment, like how startled animals raise their fur/feathers, but after determining it is only something minor, he returns to a more relaxed state.
The Bear or Bumblebee? Bumblebee. Always Bumblebee. It also helps that a bear couldn't stand a chance against Bumblebee. He asked me to put that fact in here.
He's an overbearing but kind-sparked yandere. He may not be the most educated or wise, but determination sets him apart from the rest... and the fact that he has a non-functioning vocal modulator.
An ache deep within his processor forms when he first gets a good look at you and the sparkling. It's as if the Allspark has decided to burn a mission into his spark: protect the human and the sparkling at all costs. It's a blessing, quite honestly. One he was fortunate enough to stumble upon after taking his team to track a crashed pod.
He is intimidating; he understands but attempts to be calming as he explains your situation. You have to ally with them because not only will the Decepticons be after the sparkling you are caring for, but also your government will stop at nothing to hunt you down. It's so cruel that both of you were dealt a fate such as this.
He can't help but despise his own feelings on the subject. It's clouding his judgment. The humans have hurt his kind so much, yet he continues to protect them. Now this goes further than protection. This encroaches on bonding territory.
You always have an Autobot at your side. They are your shadow(s). It's mandatoryβsecond nature to you now. You're never alone, which is reassuring. They also would lay down their lives for you, which is an honor if not a bit overwhelming.
Optimus always insists on you recharging nearest to him. It allows him to relax the least bit. After you and the sparkling have fallen asleep, he can't help but begin to fantasize about what life could be like in the future. He's lived for so long and allowed himself so little. Now he has the ability to take on the role of not only conjunx endura but also sire.
Somehow you haven't figured out what those words mean. It's surprising considering how much his soldiers tease him about you. He could shut it down at any time, but there's something about it that he likes. They all know you should be bonded to him. None of them will try to cross the boundary from ally to something more.
The only time he grows agitated is if they speak in your native tongue about you and him in front of you, for obvious reasons.
If someone threatens either of you? You know how much of a beast Bayverse Prime is. His middle name should be throws servos. Yes, he will attempt to get the opposition to change their opinion before they do something really stupid, but he hopes they will. He wants to hurt them for their foolishness. He also wants to impress you. He needs to show you that he is a worthy sire.
At the end of the day, sure, you're being gang-stalked by militaries globally, but you don't have to pay for gas ever again, or taxes now that you think about it. You also get a free Prime as a bonus.
The Elite Trine found you being transported by a group of Autobots back to their base. Starscream executed an attack, bringing you (reluctantly) and the sparkling back with the divine proclamation that since he found a sparkling, he is now the new leader of the Decepticons. Megatron knocked Starscream on his aft, threatening to offline him before instructing Soundwave to take care of the two of you. He has orders to not allow any harm to befall either of you and a secondary set of instructions to not allow Starscream within the vicinity.
It struck him that you had a bond with the sparkling already. He didn't know humans were able to create mental pathways with Cybertronians. The young cassette hangs onto your every word, refusing to detach from you. It even recharges in a human-sized version of a cassette recorder that has been fitted with energizing capabilities.
It's as if he's been ordered toβtoβhe doesn't know. There's nothing that compares.
Your inner circle just got filled by your new child, Soundwave, and his cassettes (children).
His scanners never leave you. Even if he can't have his optics on either of you, he'll still be able to sense you. Mental coercion is normal in your relationship. He makes sure you reciprocate and do as you must, worrying little of your free will. He's superior. He doesn't need to "explain the method to his madness," as the Autobot human Spike once said.
His plating tenses up when someone else is around you who doesn't fit into his immediate circle. If someone lays a servo on you, they'll lose it. If someone endangers his cassette, oh, death will be swift for them. He doesn't consider himself a sadist, but he has a few choice things he'd like to enact on anyone who commits such an injustice. Megatron is exempt from this, but that doesn't stop Soundwave's E.M. field from being extra potent until the issue is resolved.
Soundwave's cassettes are on their extra tippy-top bestest behavior around you (aka Rumble and Frenzy don't do too much stupid shit while around you or the sparkling). They're amazed about how squishy you are. The sparkling can still cling to you just like a carrier!? Woah, they've never had another caretaker before, only Soundwave. They get double the attention and double the love. At least that's how they see it.
Your sparkling is now their sibling and will be until the day they spark out.
Arguments are more common between them now. They need you, and they want to play with their sibling but can't because they usually need to do work.
Some of his cassettes aren't allowed to eject around you, period. Soundwave sees them as either too violent or careless, like Buzzsaw and Ratbat.
Sometimes Soundwave plays recordings of your interactions with the sparkling when he can't recharge. He gets restless easily unless you're near him. He insists that you sleep in his chassis with your sparkling and his other cassettes. It's the only way he'll be able to rest soundly.
If the sparkling causes a ruckus at night, then he'll play Cybertronian lullabies, believing both you and him being at full charge to be of the utmost importance.
" Objective: protect organic and sparkling. Unintended side effect: sparkmate and offspring. "
Oh, by the Allspark. This must be some cruel joke by Unicron.
A human caring for a sparkling? A sparklingβsomething he hasn't seen in eons. It has been left in the incapable hands of one of your kind?
Naturally, the weight of the responsibility falls onto him, as it always seems to. As the medic, he must teach you how to properly care for the young life. No easy feat considering energon isn't exactly in high supply around here, and soon the sparkling will be heavier than you are able to carry.
This presents multiple problems, including the fact that the sparkling is bonded to you and will throw a raucous fit if separated. Not only that, but nearly all sparklings cling onto their carrier for dear life. You are all it knows to be. It could accidentally crush you if you're careless! Cybertronians are clumsy when they're young. So uncoordinated. If all that isn't bad enough, he needs to find a way to boost your internal EM field. The sparkling needs it to feel safe; it aids in healthy development.
All these problems on top of the other ones! There are already too many humans.
"You're just another annoyance," he tells himself.
Watching you attempt to care for such a vulnerable life makes his spark clench. It causes feelings to surface that he long thought died out during the horrors of war.
Disgusting thoughts invade his higher processors from his baser circuitry. What if he was more than just the medic aiding you? What if he actually sired the bitlet? He could grow to have a place in his spark for you. He could finally stop being alone, and perhaps the loss of their planet wouldn't weigh so heavily on him.
Ugh, he sounds like a sparklite who just learned about bonding.
This doesn't stop him from becoming more snippy around the other humans. He shoos them away, possessively taking up your space. He even dislikes the others interacting with you.
He has never exactly enjoyed conversation, but he never thought that would extend to others. He despises when Bulkhead makes you laugh or Arcee helps you with his sparkling. Don't even get him started on Smokescreen. He'd like to commit a little medical malpractice on that mech just so he couldβargh.
These thoughts are wrong. He is aware. He just can't stop. He refuses to be vulnerable enough with you, so he talks with Optimus. He leaves out the less conventionally allowed bits, just speaking about his growing connection with you.
Optimus tells him to leave it. It is inappropriate. For some reason that makes him angry. He dismissively responds to the Prime and goes back to aimlessly scrolling through datapads, doing his best to scrub you from his data banks. He has everything about you internally backed up in so many places so many times over that it's nearly an impossible task.
He feels like he wants to rip his spark out and throw it somewhere to never be found. He can't leave you be. He won't. And by all the power in him, no one is taking you away from him. He won'tβcan't lose anything else. It'll shatter his spark if he does.
It's illogical to have a human look after a sparkling. However, it does bring up scientific questions that Shockwave believes should be answered. Megatron does not deem the human fit, but the sparkling has already imprinted upon them. Their assigned duty is to formulate a way to unbond the two. The goal is to kill you off and have Megatron raise the sparkling to be a future successor.
Starscream isn't enthused with the plan, not that Shockwave can bring themself to feel anything about it. They just don't want to waste precious time and resources on negating the other second in command's interruptive antics.
This process has had an unintended side effect. They do not want you eliminated. You are a test subject that he now deems valuable. You have managed to get one of their own to deem you as their carrier. That is a feat, indeed. It is a case unrecorded in the Cybertronian history that he has managed to get his servos on.
He could even go as far as to say that you amuse him.
That does little to keep you from the harshest of Shockwave's projects. As long as you are functioning on some level, you are good as far as they are concerned. Driving you to the brink of insanity is merely a side effect. One that intrigues him.
How will the sparkling react to your declining health? How does it respond to your pain and fluctuation of emotions?
How long are you able to be separated from the sparkling? What will the sparkling do in order to reunite with you?
Would your passing, real or staged, cause the sparkling to spark out? As much as they want the answer to this question, it's far too risky and off task from his original order.
He keeps you two close to him at all times. It's in order to observe you and formulate the best plan to separate you from the sparkling. That isn't exactly the entire truth. They've become enamored with their favorite test subject. Keeping you near him allows his processors to function without problems. When you are away from them, they can't help but divert a small amount of power to think about you.
It's vexing.
He, for lack of better Earth words, cares for you after the worst of his experiments. If they let you spark out, well, die since you are a human; he won't be able to ensure the sparkling's health. The sparkling also suffers when you suffer. So if you die and the sparkling's pain mimics that, they will have failed. It's actually quite interesting. He's never considered himself a sadist, merely a scientist, but your pain is fascinating. That is not the point.
He keeps you around far longer than necessary for his own gains, not Megatron's.
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Thinking about yandere Transformers freaking out whenever their human darling gets upset, so they just put a piece of technology in front of them.
"Get the iPad! Get the iPad!"
They shove (gently put) it in your tiny servos, watching with interest as you calm down and turn on some organic entertainment.
What calming thing are you engaging in? They listen to you watching a show that speaks about horrific ways in which orga- humans have died and which of your species perpetrated such things.
The Autobots are contemplating child locks on the primitive tech.
The Decepticons are incredibly interested. You have been hiding this information from them! Your species holds more intelligence than simple barbarism.
Human darling being absolutely traumatized by the DJD so they shove the iPad in front of you to try to get you out of your catatonic state.
What are these colorful depictions? Friendship? Kindness? Fixing each other's "boo-boos"? No wonder you are so easily broken.
The DJD all just being baffled by what you are choosing to be entertained by.
I feel like they'd unironically be entertained by watching the Octonauts.
"Put on that flesh-made drivel. The one with the anthropomorphic animals that speak and live in incorrect environments for their species."
Human! darling having to deal with yandere Lost Light crew shenanigans.
"So, I downloaded Sims onto my heavily monitored computer and now whenever one of them pisses me off I torture them in game. Look Rodimus is having an affair on Ultra Magnus with Megatron."
"Rung is drowning in a pool with no ladder."
"Whirl is a single mother with two babies s(he) keeps neglecting. The grim reaper is knocking at her door."
"Drift is a starving vampire who just got shanked by someone he was trying to feed from."
"Red Alert is a werewolf... for some reason."
"Cyclonus isβdoing very well, surprisingly. Let's take all his money away and make him owe a debt to the mob aka the DJD."
"Tailgate is on fire. I can put him out. I will not."
"Thatβ," points on the screen where multiple LL Sims are fighting to the death, "doesn't need to be explained."
"I am so well adjusted. I do not need help whatsoever and these bots aren't driving me fucking insane."
It'd be so chaotic. You saw giant metal bugs mowing down your crops (aka your livelihood, aka your money) and went to investigate. They then chittered at each other before addressing you condescendingly. You offered to find them a different, more reliable food source as long as they kept out of your crops. They were not going to be ordered around by some lowly human, but the temptation of easy food access was too great to ignore.
And that's how you ended up being a parental figure to their many children they keep spawning. You wake up with half a dozen sparklings in your bed and groan as they snuggle into you, searching for warmth and the feeling of your faint internal em field. You've raised livestock before. However, that livestock has never crawled into your bed and demanded attention, interrupting your REM cycle.
It's almost ironic that the Insecticons have made their home on a farm with crops they rarely touch. It angers you when they do, and you need this stupid human currency money from the crops. It's confusing. How does your plant become this oddly colored paper? You can exchange it for a great many things. It's moronic (and fascinating).
Both the Autobots and the other Decepticons are wary of interacting with you. The Insecticons will attack any Autobot on sight. They can handle Megatron, but see him as a threat to you: their fleshy sparkmate. They get riled up when Decepticons are close to stepping on your property. They could damage something! Yes, the Insecticons are always (accidentally or otherwise) destroying things on the land you cultivate, but that's different. They've earned their place among your fields.
The government at this point just leaves you the fuck alone. Taxes? Nah, you don't have those anymore. Mortgage? It's paid for. They already have enough problems with the two alien warring factions on Earth. You subduing the Insecticons brings great honor to your country.
Just, please, don't get them to assassinate political figures you don't like. Your politicians beg of you. Your local and national representatives get jumpy whenever they hear insect sounds. They don't need their head popped by incredibly sharp mandiables. Nor do they need to be chewed to death by those robot baby alien insects.
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The Insecticons are insatiable. They have an affinity for jellies, jams, and honey. The sweet nectar made by bees is something they are addicted to. The particles that make it up are deliciously staticky. They absolutely adore it, despite its stickiness.
They get aggressive whenever organics are being mean to bees. They usually don't eat flowers out of respect for the bees. It seems odd, but no odder than them making clicking noises at night as they all attempt to lie with you in your berth. They keep breaking them. You really need to find one that fits all of them.
They coax you into buying more bees, walking around the farmer's market with you. They blast anyone who gets in their way. They don't really have to do such a thing, seeing as how all the patrons stay far away from you. Your farm is the largest and most lush in your part of the country because the Insecticons have devoured all the other ones. Any stranger who steps on your lands is met with immediate termination.
So, yeah, they're a bit (more than a bit: some are pissing their pants) wary.
The Autobots get called in to save the day but are left confused. You are attempting to buyβbees? What kind of Decepticon plot is this? All they know is that they have to stop it.
You still get your bees. They make sure of it.
They intently follow you as you check on your crops. Despite most of the work being mechanized, you still have to supervise. You also end up pulling sparklings and other fully grown Insecticons off of crops. Well, you attempt to. Give one of the main three a glare, and you won't have an issue any longer.
They get incredibly chatty if you help feed them organic food. They harmonize their bug sounds so well you'd think you have taken in choir singers into your home. At least until they begin arguing over who gets fed and for how long. They want to try every kind of jam, jelly, honey, and other organic treats. So do the other Insecticons. They'll fly or hop over, watching Bombshell, Kickback, and Shrapnel getting all the attention. They'll begin to whine, the smaller ones attempting to evade the leaders to get in your grasp.
I can also see Beachcomber and Hound attempting to befriend you. You've tamed the Insecticons. You truly bring out the beauty of Earth. Surely you aren't really friends with the Decepticons. You're just in an unfortunate situation!
They're fighting a losing battle, however, because Prime doesn't want any of the Autobots attempting contact with you. The Insecticons overwhelm them in raw numbers, so they aren't exactly able to walk up to you and begin a conversation.
Maybe one day they'll be able to understand how an organic got robot insects to adore them so much.
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Yan. Sunder being nearly destroyed beyond repair. He's dead. One with the Allspark. Well, very few believed he actually had a spark to begin with. The Tetrahex Ripper is no more.
So how did his "lifeless" corpse end up on Earth? Turns out a sadistic serial killer always kept a back-up plan in his processors and a few favors he'd be able to wield if worse came to worse.
In comes you.
Very long story short. Bots are flaky. Things didn't exactly go as planned. So while he did end up on Earth with just a hint of his spark, he had no one to repair him. It was more likely that he'd rust or get scrapped by local flora or fauna.
He'd come to know when he was able to function on his lowest level that you found him. Appearently there was a very large government cover up, but all the agents kept dying when trying to interact with his frame. Hmm. It seems that his security measures were a bit off in the long run but still worked pretty well. Eventually the place was blocked off with guards 24/7. Time went on and it was essentially abandoned except for security cameras. You know how budget cuts are.
You ended up in that area with no intentions on stumbling on not only him, but the rotted dead bodies that weren't even taken off site. It looked like a strange mass grave. Something out of a horror movie. Definitely all the more reason to turn around and never come back.
But you heard something. A nearly mute hiss. It continued but died out. You could see the faint glow but no longer hear that hiss. You fell into his trap. Human curiosity, ever the ender of many souls.
Fix up, er- attempt to fix this thing up? Impossible. Only a minicon popped from him and scrambled towards you frantically.
You gain one minicon friend and an entire data pad filled with, essentially, a dummy's guide on how to rebuild him.
Curiosity got the human stuck in the mnemosurgeon's grasp.
Hmm. Why didn't you question the minicon's fear? Why didn't you turn both bots into the government? Why did you risk so much for an alien you didn't even know? Whyβdid you trust him?
He owes you his life, so he'll take yours and keep you with him, forever.
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κ° Animated Blitzwing, G1 Beachcomber, G1 Blast Off, G1 Dead End, G1 Hot Rod, G1 Onslaught, G1 Wheeljack κ±
cw(s): yandere themes, suggestive themes: sexual innuendos (Blitzwing), non-descriptive gore and general disturbing things (Blitzwing), Beachcomber working through his trauma, degradation of reader (Blast Off), objectification of reader (Blast Off), suggestive themes: Dead End being a pervert, G1 Movie SpoilersβΌοΈ (Hot Rod), major character death (Hot Rod), dubious consent (Onslaught), slight nsfw: non-descript fingering (Onslaught), body horror (Onslaught), reader accidentally being burned (Wheeljack)
β Lost in Rating: Remixed β
κ° G1 Insecticons: Bombshell, Kickback, Shrapnel, G1 Metroplex κ±
β Lost in Rating: Vinyls β
κ° Blurr (G1), Galvatron (G1), Kup (G1), Tracks (G1), Wreck-Gar (G1) κ±
You aren't exactly a psychologist, but you can tell when a mech has SPD, Split Processing Disorder. You've never met a con that worked so efficiently while switching so fluidly. Perhaps you should be working on an escape attempt instead of admiring your captor. It doesn't go too well; at least his motives for capturing you are far sweeter than torture or dismemberment.
That's the first time the two of you officially meet, as in don't try to kill each other. What's more romantic than kidnapping? Killing. One shouldn't bother with romance at all. It's a waste of time. However, your three-in-one sparkmate deal seems to have trouble agreeing with their own sentiment.
It's forbidden to fall for ze enemy. You must be some kind of trick. You should be offlined immediatelyβor used as bait! What if you're really good at fragging?
But- that's not too pertinent here.
They've been following you around for a really long time! Ja. Call it love at first homicide attempt. The fire in your optics and the iciness in your demeanor really got them going. You left too soon, though, ordered by your superior.
Like a pretty, pretty ray of color, you were gone too soon. So unfair. Like really, did you have anything better to do? Maybe refuel or dance, but those don't come above Blitzwing! He should be your number ein priority.
You kept meeting him servo to servo on the battlefield. It's like someone was setting you up, tehehehehe. It wasn't easy, you know? Icy kept getting interrupted by Hothead and Random while planning all of it. It's a miracle he was able to succeed. After all, you aren't an easy bot to catch. They couldn't just com you and say, "Hallo, sexy Autobot, want to come and play a game of frag tag?"
Ooo, but that would be fun though! If they can learn to trust you, maybe then they can play with you. Or when you inevitably attempt to escape. There are more fitting punishments for escape than that. It's supposed to be pain, not pleasure, but why not both?
They do always say ze best things come in threes. Who says that? No one says that. Of course people say it!
Maybe their new designation should be indecisiveness. That's what led to you finding an opportunity to escape the first time. It's oh-so traurig that you did. Ja. Sie hatten such a great date planned before they'd turn you into Megatron for evaluation. They have to convince him to let them keep you after all! The date, the date thoughβthey can't believe you were so selfish! Everything was going to go perfekt.
A night on the town torturing all those who got in your way. No, actually, they decided to have a candlelit dinner on top of a tall, secluded building with high-grade energon candies. Wait, wait, I remember now. You were going to make arts-and-crafts projects out of bones and scrap metal they had collected.
All three of them differ in their attempts to court you, if that wasn't evident enough already.
Hothead is equal parts possessive and aggressive. He doesn't believe any bot or con to be worth your time, other than them. His main love language is bloody acts of service. He defeats the bots that annoy you with ease; ja, he loves it. He'll stomp up to you if you're on patrol and force you into a fight so he can show his prowess. He'll prove to you that you should defect to the Decepticons because he is the best choice to be your sparkmate. He owns you, but he wants you to accept that. Something about your rebellious nature makes him want to punch you and kiss you at the same time.
Icy holds a quiet reverence with a need for control over you. He shows his devotion to you through increasingly complex deeds. It's truly a wonder he's able to pull some of them off, like kidnapping a bot you were close to in your unit and disassembling them.
He hid parts of them in places he knew you would find. The bastard was making you put back together your offlined comrade. He even left a short note that said, "Your absence leaves me in pieces."
His conjunx endura deserves to be courted only in the most romantic of ways, even if he finds romance to be a bit- futile.
Random is a mixed bag of limerence traits. He loves everything about you but also wants to have your backstrut in his servos so he can hear how satisfying it is to break it while fragging you into the nearest surface. You two have bonded through space and time. Ze silly bots you work for can't keep you away from him! He goes from PG to X-rated in a time that may just outpace any of Blurr's records. He'll offline your unit leader and then ask for headpats, pouting if you deny him such sweet solace.
Don't be so rude to them. Sie only want what's best for you, Elektrische Liebe.
He's no stranger to the destruction that Decepticons cause, but it never gets any easier, man. So much evil in a beautiful world. It's almost too much for his spark to bear. Thankfully he has you. You lighten the load with your existence. It permeates anywhere you step and leaves behind a certain lightness in the air. Your aura is absolutely rockin', even when you aren't in the best of moods.
You joined the Autobots after he accidentally stalked you, which he profusely apologized for. He was walking and talking to nature when he caught a glimpse of you. There was something so alluring about you, so beautiful and just real. His steps grew lighter as he approached you. He didn't dare to disrupt you in your natural state.
The Decepticons don't care for such things, though. It totally slipped his mind that he was following a strange energy source. Apparently the Decepticons had caught onto it as well. They totally harshed the vibe of it all, destroying the surrounding nature and shooting at the both of you.
He scooped you up as he transformed and totally exited out of there, heading back as fast as he could for the Ark. The rest is history, man, but you know what they say: those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. He wouldn't mind repeating his meeting with you, but he'd rather have the foresight of everything that came to fruition.
He became your guardian because the Decepticons were totally not gonna let it slide that a human knew something about their plans. He doesn't dig fighting, but he'll do anything if it means keeping humans safe, especially you, dude. You're the flame he can't help but go to when everything around him is dark.
He's so chill that it's easy to overlook his yandere tendencies. You can't even see the ways his optics narrow when something gets close to disturbing your peace. It takes a lot to get him to snap. Harsh his mellow enough, and suddenly he isn't Beachcomber anymore. He's the violent collection of all his trauma.
Could you ever harsh his mellow enough to make him violent? No, never. You could make him melancholy, but he'll never lay a servo on you that you don't want.
Someone harming you causes his chill to switch to heat. He doesn't even sound like the same bot. He leaves behind sparks that return to their rightful place and empty frames that will rust and be reclaimed by Mother Nature. He doesn't even remember it. His subconscious processors lock those memories away, hopefully for good. His frame is shaking after. He's so disgusted at himself for taking lives when he simply could've disarmed them, maybe.
"What did I do, man? I swear I'm not a monster, sweetspark. I justβ"
There's no justification for what he did. It goes against everything he is. He betrayed himself. He betrayed your trust in him. He spirals.
If you see him snap, then he totally isolates himself. He doesn't believe himself to be good enough for you, but he wants you so bad. He prays to Primus that you'll forgive him. As wrong as it sounds, he wants to be comforted by you, even after you saw him in a totally uncool light. He'll do whatever he can to make it up to you.
He'll show you the hidden beauty of your world and how soft his spark truly is. He just loves you so much, man. He's whipped, weak in the jointsβbleeding his spark out when he's around you.
He's far superior to the idiotic flesh creatures that populate the planet he's forced to orbit. He's the best of his gestalt. He's the best company for himself. That doesn't mean it doesn't get boring up so high, all alone. He likes to observe the organics and their suffering while he awaits a command.
Blast Off may have a specific human that besieges his internal processors. There's a human he hyperfocuses on to pass the time. It's a simple, meaningless distraction, that is all. You caught him in your sights when he was wounded and separated from the other Combaticons. You froze. He was ready to end you when he heard the pedes of Autobots. He hid. You didn't rat him out. You went as far as to misdirect the Autobots.
You are a traitor to your species. Good. None of you deserve to live, especially not compared to his greatness.
Blast Off didn't annihilate you because he did not want to compromise his position in case any other Autobots were still sneaking around. He did not feel any positive emotions about your unneeded kindness.
He knows your entire schedule and your goings-out, or whatever you call it. He even had his audials specially heightened by Shockwave so he could hone in on you. Blast Off mostly uses it for recon on the Autobots. That's what he details in his reports anyway.
Thankfully Soundwave hasn't said anything about his way to pass time. He's felt the comms officer poking around in his helm, extracting thought threads from his processor that he'd rather keep private. It's most likely going to be kept as blackmail. Foolish Soundwave. He is not ashamed because he has not done anything wrong!
He will admit that he's talked about you to the other Combaticons before. You're so much weaker than any Cybertronian, and he'd love to crush you in his servos. The others don't look entirely convinced, but what do they know about his convictions? He could easily disintegrate you from space, but you are not worth his time.
You are so not worth his time that he abducts you so you stop wasting it. He goes on and on about how stupid and worthless you are. He gets a rise out of threatening you. He enjoys stroking your fleshy body and you being unable to do anything. Your presence calms him, not that he needs to be calmed down or aided by the likes of you!
He does his best to ignore your irritating breakdown. Can't you humans just stop doing annoying slag like this? You can't bargain with him. He is keeping you as a reminder of how much better he is than lowly flesh creatures. You should feel honored to be in his presence.
Stupid humans are so hard to take care of! No, he cannot let you take care of yourself. You will do it wrong. So what if he doesn't know anything about humans? That is wrong in the first place! He knows everything about you. He has watched you do your routine for many months now. It is harder to replicate than he thought, but you have been doing it for many years. Blast Off has only started.
You go everywhere with him, even into space. He got the proper things for you. You should be grateful that he isn't letting you starve up in space. He is allowing you to sit in his alt mode and make a living space there.
8 months, which is about ~244 days orbiting the Earth with him. You will have plenty of time to get used to him and he to you. It isn't like your human life was worth anything. He is giving you purpose. You are helping the mighty Blast Off thwart gormless Autobot plans.
You are right where you belongβwith him. No more waiting in space all alone. It makes him giddy. Not that he suffered from loneliness or anything! He just feels accomplished, is all.
One could say, albeit in a cheesy way, that you are his light in the darkness of existence. When he looks at you for a moment, the vacuousness of life has meaning. What is the point of it all? You.
He has every part of you memorized by now, even the hex codes for your paint job, so you never have to worry about being unable to find the correct hue. He'd know your vocalizer from anywhere in the galaxy, no matter how out of it he could be. His fellow Decepticons attempt to tease him on how keen he is on you. It irritates him, yes, but as long as they don't say anything disparaging to your designation, he's able to brush it off.
How could he not be absolutely entranced by your very existence? You aided in keeping him online after Superion defeated Menasor, quite brutally, if he might add. You took such care in the entire gestalt. He had never experienced such a thing.
He only follows Megatron because he must. There was little pride in his leader's voice after the Stunticons were defeated in battle. He can't help but have felt like a shiny, new toy that he discarded after it lost its luster so soon. He anticipated it, but it still hurt his freshly formed spark. He thought all of his dark thoughts might shatter it. But whenever you cast your gaze towards him, he feels like he's being given life by Vector Sigma again.
You are part of the reason he takes such pride in caring for his frame. He wants to court you, yes, but you also seem pleased when you see him in good condition. He craves your validation that he knows he will eventually fall short of. There are so many better Decepticons you could bond with. You'll probably forget about him eventually. So he's motivated to ensure that he ingrains himself into your data banks.
He shows off in general, but especially in battle. He isn't called a Stunticon for nothing. Megatron notices this and orders that you be present whenever the Stunticons are to perform because they produce better results. It's always good to have a medic ready on a servo's notice. The entire group of cons seems to have a knack for playing too hard and always ending up half-offline, limping to you sheepishly. Perhaps you should have a section of the medbay blocked off just for them.
Dead End always visits you. He doesn't offer any commentary. He just sits in the corner and watches you. You're so busy sometimes that you don't even notice. A few times he's frightened you because he doesn't announce himself. You may not be able to see through his visor, but his frame language seems almost dejected by your temporary apprehension.
He grows to prefer to recharge in the medbay. He says it's because if the Autobots attack their base, he doesn't want you or any of the other injured Decepticons vulnerable. It's more or less the truth. You don't need to know the real reason anyway. Scaring you off is about the last thing he wants to accomplish.
He's a bit perverted. Don't blame him. He wasn't taught anything about Cybertronian reproduction or interfacing. All he knows is that sometimes his spike and/or valve gets leaky if he watches you too long. He doesn't see anything wrong with it. He probably would've whipped his spike out and self-serviced in front of you already if he hadn't been told that the parts behind his interface panel were to stay hidden out of a societal norm.
The greatest thing about having a visor is other cons can't (usually they can) tell when he's opticing you up. Something about your aft makes his processor run wild. He's accidentally revved his engine before when he's watched you bend over. He wonders how it'll feel in his servos. He wonders how any of you would feel in his servos, or in him now that he thinks about it.
He wants to see what kinds of stunts the both of you can perform together. You wouldn't deny him that, would you?
He likes putting you in compromising positions. It's partially because he badly needs your attention, but he's also so horny for you.
Seeing you splayed out after you get knocked down in battle? He's primarily ready to rip the helm off of the bot that did that, but he's also secondarily distracted for a moment. He short-circuits and won't stop replaying that memory for the rest of the cycle.
He enjoys shielding you from something just to get a chance to touch you. He has an awful habit of conhandling you. It's with such reverence that it's easy to get flustered from it. It's a sign of possession to him, but he also wishes to aid you. If you need help handling something or you don't have the height to complete a task. If your energy has been exhausted, then he will carry you, even if it is to the ends of the Earth that he has to do so.
A reckless mech with an honest spark has fallen for you hard, in the middle of a war, no less. You've saved his aft more than once. That's enough to sweep any mech off their pedes, quite literally in some cases. He'd be spare parts if it weren't for you. And yes, he has to constantly remind himself of that as he gazes at you with hearts in his optics.
It isn't just your battle capabilities; it's also your personality! Being Kup's apprentice and all has shaped you into being something irresistible; you're also hard to catch off-guard, so he struggles to get time to flirt with you. Kup knows something is wrong with Rod's processor, so the old-timer constantly reiterates that spending time with Hot Rod is off-limits.
Come on! It's like both of you are allergic to having a little fun. With all that training you're doing, you look so depressed. It's like a Decepticon rummaged around in your chassis and blew your spark out. Sure, the war is, well, a war, but that doesn't mean there isn't beauty out there! I mean, look at yourself; you make his engines rev.
Daniel is always teasing him about what the humans call a crush. At first it sounded kind of violent, but after Danny boy explained, Hot Rod could do nothing but feel his faceplate turn blue. Yeah, he's got it for you bad. He's got a virus, and your designation is written all over it.
If only he could impress you. He craves your validation so badly that he puts himself in danger to show off. He needs to be the one saving you for once. He needs to prove to you that he's a reliable bot!
Yet he failed you big time when he let you leave for one of the Autobot moon bases. He almost attacked Kup, yelling at him about how it was irresponsible and dangerous to let you go without him. Kup knocked him on his aft and dragged him to the infirmary to get looked at. He doesn't care if his psych tests were a bit off. He was still told that he was fit for duty.
And he was fucking right! He should've never allowed you to go. When he heard you and a few others were coming back on a shuttle, he scooped Daniel up and drove so quickly to base that he almost drove off a cliff. He was so giddy to see you that his spark nearly shattered within his chassis w-when he saw the hole in the sid-d-e of the s-shuttle.
Decepticons. He would later learn, after catching you as you fell, half-offlined, that they ambushed you. Prowl, Ratchet, and Ironhide had their sparks so easily snuffed out. You survived because you hid, and hid well, but while escaping the shuttle, you got shot in the backstrut. Dead. Dead. Dead. So easily. And he clutched your frame as Daniel reluctantly rode in Kup to get inside the base.
He lost it, going on autopilot as he bashed some Insecticons to enter the base, nearly missing the leap from how distraught he was. He ignored any order that may have been given to him, running past dying comrades and through the line of fire of the enemy to get you to the medbay. Wheeljack was attempting to patch you up when a shot rang out of nowhere and seared him through the neck. He collapsed on top of you, and Primus forgive him because he shoved Wheejack's limp frame off and quickly pulled you behind a set of supplies as another laser just barely skimmed your right ped.
He sat in horror, frozen for a few moments until he noticed that your optics slowly came online. Your servo came up to cup his face, and no matter how weak the gesture was, it only solidified his infatuation with you. Every bot failed you except him. You'll never know how much in that moment he wanted to offline Kup for being so careless with your life. Sure, he couldn't have known, but something deep within Rod's processor, his sparkβhis very beingβknew being separated from you would have deadly consequences.
He only left your side when he thought he could help Prime, but Optimus died, and he can't help but blame himself for not being enough. He's not enough to win anyone's affections or praise, but he promises one day he will be.
He refuses to leave your side throughout the trip. Kup has been somewhat calmed by his competence and allows him to cling to you. So many Autobots have already been lost. They don't need more, especially not you.
He's overbearing in an anxious way that is masked by his boyish confidence. He jokes with you in order to keep your spirits up, but his plating bristles whenever they encounter a new challenge. He's quick to put himself in between you and whatever threat may be ahead. Whether it be underwater monsters or the cruelty of the Quintessons.
He doesn't know how much more he has to learn before he can finally have you in his servos. It squeezes at his spark. If you only listen to him, then you'll be okay. He can protect you. Why can't you see that? Why do you insist on being independent? He can't risk you, damn it all!
And when facing Galvatron deep within Unicron, the only thing on his processor is you. Till all are one, but he needs to be one with you. Standing in front of him is the greatest threat to that future, and something slides in place inside of him. It's like the click of a lock. Suddenly he doesn't feel quite like himself anymore: older, stronger, more worthyβbut for better or for worse, these feelings multiplied as soon as he touched the Matrix.
He obtained the Matrix and lit them in their darkest hour, but he wouldn't have survived this far if it wasn't for your aid. He can't help but question if you will accept him in this new form. He has won over Kup, saved Cybertron, and brought them into a new ageβbut still, will you love Rodimus Prime as he cared for you as Hot Rod?
A mere squishy organic ruined his plans! You fooled Bruticus and caused the Decepticons to lose their fight against the Autobots. How were you able to defeat pure tactical brilliance with your tiny, idiotic mind!? Naturally he must kidnap you so he can learn your weaknesses and further account for the anomaly that is the humans of Earth.
The Combaticons will not be so easily vanquished again.
All you did was a simple bait and switch. When combined the Combaticons are dumber than a box of rocks. You've lasted longer trying to get through Dragon's Lair at the arcade than Bruticus has in battle. Kidnapping is scary and all, but you're more worried about the fact that you'll miss out on all of your favorite programs. The Autobots and Decepticons remind you of Voltron in a way. Maybe that's why you aren't as scared. The Autobots are the good guys, so they'll save you, right?
Not exactly. You aren't on the Autobot's roster of humans, and Onslaught is determined to keep you a secret from them. One missing human isn't exactly on their radar, considering they have the Decepticons trying to destroy Earth almost every day.
Megatron doesn't quite care as long as Onslaught doesn't let his pet do anything foolish. At first Megatron was strongly against the idea, but after seeing how appalled Starscream was at your presence, he let Onslaught keep you.
There's a learning curve because the other Combaticons want to play with you in ways that would certainly lead to you offlining. In human words, they'd accidentally kill you. This leads to him being exposed to you more than he'd like. He's forced to get used to organics because if he lets you out of his sight, one of the members of the gestalt could ruin his research. He's so fixated on you that it pisses him off. He despises what you are but is also strangely intrigued by you.
You're constantly bombarded with inquiries. The expectation is that you'll answer each one honestly and with a lengthy explanation if there is a lengthy explanation to give. He pokes and prods at your body, both eager and disgusted to learn what secrets lie within you.
He's private with this time. It isn't so much out of respect to you as it is that he needs a calm and silent work environment. He also comes to learn that the naked human body is considered an intimate thing. He isn't quite ready to share that or you in general with his fellow Combaticons, especially not the wet and lewd noises he manages to drag out of you when he fingers you. You seem much more vulnerable after certain activities, which leads him to perform them more often so he is able to get better results.
He gets more attached to you than he'd like. He asks for your input when he is planning. He expends resources on making sure you are somewhat comfortable. He defends you against some of the more unsavory Decepticons. He goes as far as planning hits on members if they step out of line and casually discussing it within the ranks of the Combaticons. It becomes commonplace to keep you safe and not play too rough.
He begins to see you as part of not only the Combaticons but also the gestalt as a whole. You're becoming too close to him. You're becoming too important to them. You are neither a Cybertronian nor a Decepticon. You are human, and that is an unforgivable thing.
He'll need outside help. The Insecticons. He has to exchange energon for their help, well, specifically Bombshell's. He knows how much that mech enjoys playing with minds. More importantly, Bombshell has been refining a cyberforming technique that Shockwave created. Bombshell has been practicing turning humans into Cybertronians so he can have more leverage against Megatron and the Autobots.
Onslaught will make sure Bombshell plays right into his servos. They work together closely, much more closely than either of them would like. Onslaught is incredibly paranoid that Bombshell will kill you during this process. It's long, requires skilled servos, and is incredibly painful. However, it does allow you to keep your human shape.
Onslaught has Bombshell cyberform you only some. He wants you to consider yourself so hideous that you won't want to leave. He wants you to know that the Combaticons are the only real, what's the word, family you'll ever have. You're his favorite creature to study with optics instead of those weak human eyes, a Cybertronian-made spark, a specially made spine, and reinforced plating around your more delicate parts.
Other things were exchanged from flesh to metal, but by far his favorite part was giving you the part you were missing. He doesn't exactly know the names of human genitalia, but you were missing either a valve or a spike, so he simply gave you both. Personally made by him. He even learned enough about the process to install these parts into you himself. They're perfectly made to fit with the Combaticons' interfacing gear. You may be tiny, but at least now you're adjustable. Breeding may also be possible. That's a possibility that he'll be able to think on when he has a moment. In fact, it is one of his favorite things to plan.
Is this the foolishness Megatron was describing? Perhaps. An irregularity turned mateβhow fortuitous.
In saving you from the Decepticons, you became part of the Autobots' ranks alongside the other organics they've picked up over their time on Earth. You became somewhat of his assistant. You make his job a lot easier when it comes to handling small machinery and ordering human-based parts. You also go along with some of his half-cocked ideas. You aren't as judgmental as some of his comrades. When things don't work out, you encourage him to try again. You're at least three-quarters of the reason why Wheeljack is able to save the Autobots' aft at the last moment so many times.
At first he thinks his processor is just bugged. Elevated biostats and a warm feeling in his spark whenever he sees you must mean he's contracted something. Ratchet's results state otherwise. The medic cautions him to distance himself from you until they find the root cause and the solution for Wheeljack's anomalies. He blows up at Ratchet (metaphorically), nearly getting into a physical altercation with him. He didn't mean to, and he's mad at himself after. Why did he react so strongly to the thought of lacking your presence?
You aren't Cybertronian. It isn't like he can bond with you. Yet he grows curious about human courting rituals. The longer he thinks about it, the more he accepts that he may have fallen for a human.
Some of the others within their ranks have had fragging sessions with humans, so why can't he have a relationship with one? It isn't exactly allowed, but Prime doesn't kick out any bot that's caught having relations with one of your people. For Primus's sake, Seaspray fell in love with that alien humanoid creature. These feelings he has shouldn't be so taboo.
It's just the nature of the thoughts. They're darker than he'd like. He's a mad scientist, but he isn't a mad scientist. He isn't anything like Shockwave or any other of those Decepticons! Still, he can't help but feel like he's gone too far before he's even begun.
Before fully accepting his feelings for you, he tests out various gadgets on himself to try and make it stop. He just needs to tone down this consuming possessiveness that's been growing unchecked like a patch of Morphobots. If anything, shocking, poking, and proding himself only solidifies his infatuation with you.
It's a good thing he has his mask, or you'd surely see how blue his lower faceplate gets when around you. You can tell that Wheeljack is acting off but not too much. It must be stress. He's been more, for lack of a better word, clingy lately. He keeps making up excuses to get you to stay in his lab. He's made a place for you to rest and even offers his own berth to you if that's more comfortable. You think he's just being protective, not knowing that it's customary for bots to court by inviting their possible conjunx to recharge on their berth. Sleeping in another human's bed can be completely platonic. You have no reasonβyou actually do have reasonβto assume otherwise.
He asks you to keep it on the down low. Apparently there are some regulations he's skirting around by being so gracious to you. You're honored that he's willing to bend the rules for you. You're apprehensive about the possibility that one day he could choose to break all of them.
He attempts to court you through the things he's learned through your television shows and magazines. They have their own Wheeljack twist to them and half the time backfire, like the time he attempted to gift you metal flowers he welded himself. He forgot that humans have a greater sensitivity to heat. The metal was still too hot for you; you burned yourself. You don't know how much he wanted to offline himself after that.
Wheeljack is too loyal to the Autobot cause to attack anyone in it, even if he feels a festering jealousy when you choose to spend time with other bots instead of him. However, he (mostly) has free rein on how he wants to treat the Decepticons. He has some "fun" tools in the works for the Autobots to use on those Deceptislaggers. Some of the others become concerned. His new inventions are a little bit off. They're far more cruel in nature. It's borderline excessive, especially after the Decepticons capture you as ransom.
None of them had ever seen Wheeljack so distraught. He was downright terrifying, muttering to himself about all the atrocities he would commit when he got his servos on the cons who planned this. Prime ordered him to get put into stasis until Ratchet could fix him. Wheeljack panicked. He wouldn't be able to see you again. He wouldn't know if you were safe. You could get a conjunx and have a human sparkling while he was in stasis. You could die while he was getting worked on.
No, no, no. He'll get out of this and then figure out how to extend your lifespan! You only live for a little while. He surely can find a solution to that! Some elixir or even transporting your consciousness into a cold constructed frame like he did with Spike that one time. As interesting as that thought is, he likes you, human. There has to be some way to keep you as you but make you have a lifespan that mirrors Cybertronians.
First, he has to deal with Ratchet. He pushed back on Prime's order a little but gave in pretty easily. Optimus almost found that suspicious. Wheeljack is a good bot down to his spark, though, so Optimus trusts that he just wants to get better.
Instead, he assaults Ratchet, ensuring that all his tests will return normally. He tweaks Ratchet's memory components so his medic friend will believe he is a-okay. He feels sorry about messing with his buddy like this, but he has to. It's for you.
And Wheeljack is the happiest when you return to baseβto him, silently promising that he'll never let you out of his grasp again.
Optimus would sacrifice his Cybertronian conjunx to save Earth, but imagine Yandere Optimus being willing to destroy Cybertron to protect his human darling.
