#sparkling!reader

A cybertronian/human reader that Optimus sees signs of going down the same path as Megatron and him desperately trying to stop history from repeating because he can't do this a second time, can't go through the same song and dance again with another person/bot he cares about, can't stand one of his loved ones turning against him again.

Maybe it's the reader wanting revenge on someone or somebot, maybe it's a reader who is Megatron's sparkling but they're wholly unaware of it, and only Optimus realizes that fact and sees this young one growing into what his old friend is now. Maybe the others find out too and they're staging an intervention doing literally anything to make sure they don't accidentally create a second Megatron. Because this sparkling used to be so joyful and it's not their fault that innocence doesn't last forever, that they'd eventually wake to the reality of what war does. The war their own sire refuses to give up.

Seems to be more like a Polyhexian Seekerkin as you're suitable for aquatic environments

Your protoform and armature have a greater degree of resistance to salinity and rust

A great tolerance to many toxins and temperature

Has resistance to metal-eating bacteria

A far more efficient system that's capable of extra energy and resources as you can consume other things that Cybertronians can't

Specialized platelets that converts solar into energy. Minor, though.

A distinct lack of biolights. You seem to have more varied textures and/or coloration on your protoform (i.e., moles, freckling, visible Blaschko's lines)

Far more flexible compared to baseline Cybertronians

The ability to walk around very quietly

A very broken Danger Sense to the average Cybertronian

Callie, a once very dead human, gets a second chance at life as a Cybertronian sparkling sent by Primus. But with all the previous memories of her traumatising life including knowing the future of the Transformers, she wonders if being given another chance was really the smartest idea. She wants to save everyone but to do so, she must help herself first.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14388986/0/

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58671697

Megatron X GN!Child!Bot!Reader

[I'm gonna talk about Megatron after the war started]

They go to people they feel comfortable with and around. Rodimus, Rung and Whirl are who they’d often be around but others they are also comfortable with are Ten, Sunstreaker and Bob, Ravage.

Rodimus

Rodimus should be recharging he knew it but here he was not recharging. He wasn’t doing work though he’d pretend to be doing it if anyone were to ask. He ponders on going to Swerves for something to do. He heard scuffling and an uneven steps approach and his door opened. 

Rodimus knew who it was he had his door upgraded to open on their bio signature. When Sparkling waddled into the room frightened. Rodimus put down his ‘work’ and helped Sparkling unto the berth. They curled into him trying to grab onto him with their claws. Rodimus let them grab his servo and hold.

He doesn’t want to do it now they shake in his lap and he watches them. Rodimus wishes he knew who was supposed to watch them today. He resigned to just hold them and let them cling. They eventually fell into recharge which Rodimus followed suit.

Rung

Rung had set up a place for Sparkling to inhabit inside his habsuite. He had bedding and playthings in the designated corner. Then it was his turn to watch Sparkling that was where they recharged. It wasn’t far from Rung’s own berth. 

When Sparkling woke with a cry it startled Rung out of his recharge. Stopping himself falling off his berth he looked over to Sparkling’s spot and saw them stumbling over to him. They pull themselves up halfway and Rung gives aid the rest of the way.

“It’s okay, sweetspark,” Rung whispered softly. He let Sparkling scuttle into his lap where he then picked them up. He placed their helm against his chassis where they could feel the pulse of his spark. Soft light from his spark window shielding them from the dark of the room.

Rung talked in a comforting tone about his day and what antics the crew was up to. The familiar tone was enough for Sparkling to forget what they were even scared up in the first place. They curled up in Rung’s arms and let him talk them to sleep.

Whirl

He was recharging and didn’t notice the new movement on his berth as the Sparkling moved up to his helm. They made a whining noise that woke Whirl up.“What the frag was that?” Whirl jolted saying somewhat loudly upsetting Sparkling more. “Scrap, Bubby I didn’t know it was you!” Whirl looked around the room for a second seeing nothing that could possibly help the situation. 

“Okay, okay Bubby, shhh!” Whirl moved himself the best he could to face Sparkling. He thought to himself for a second before opening his cockpit. “Wanna go for a walk, Bubby?” Whirl asked uncharastically soft. Sparkling stifled their cry looking up at Whirl’s optic. 

Because to the mechs who don't know the story the ex human's horror movie level creepy on first meeting. Their mental developmental stage and their physical developmental stagrs are all out of synch.

First of all, Happy Belated Birthday, booky!

Second, it would definitely lead to a lot of suspense, tension, and general fuckery. Honestly, everyone will be traumatized at some level here.

The Cybertronians are just completely baffled and absolutely worried over the sudden sparkling with the soul of a burnt-out worker with potential alcoholism, a nicotine addiction, and terrible sleep habits to go with their poor emotional regulation and shit diet.

Meanwhile, the ex-human would have to deal with specific-frame instincts, especially if they're a type of Seekerkin since those kind of frame-schematics have very specific, built-in quirks.

You think you have the alien equivalent of GERD or pulled a muscle-cable because of chest pain.

No. You, a Seekerkin sparkling, are developing the initial signs of spark palpitations as your spark is reaching out for someone to step up as a creator to regulate your spark energy levels back to acceptable levels. Otherwise, the constant calling will lead to your spark to collapse upon itself, burning out without a proper check.

You ping out as a very stressed, desperately-in-need-for-an-adult-RIGHT-NOW sparkling, so every Seekerkin (and other frame-types that function well in groups) can't help but drop things to bundle you up and pur you into submission as they wrangle your spark back into acceptable levels since you're vehemently refusing to actually bond with anyone.

You can't do anything but allow the mechs to swaddle you, press you against their frame, and rumble for an undetermined amount of time until your chest stops hurting and you get the feeling back in your limbs.

You didn't think you're emotionally-constipated, but it seems like Cybertronians have a different definition, especially since they can make physical contact between their very touchable souls.

Bottom line, one day you'll stop stress-weeping on a random mech's lap from a rumbling hug session, but not any time soon.

Two particular scenes:

One, Tarn wants to have a hand in his newly acquired sparkling's education, so he decided to cover literature, music, and etiquette as he wanted to create the relationship he had when he went to Senator Shockwave's school.

He failed to account for several things: your stubbornness and his blindness to your... unique circumstances. Tarn had to watch you struggle to get into a chair meant for someone significantly taller than your sparkling height as he forgot to get a chair for minis and cassettes. He's kicking himself for his lack of consideration as he watches you claw your way up the table for better leverage to shimmy into the empty seat.

Then he had to add Neocybex classes as he didn't realize that you couldn't read his prepared materials. Apparently, you've picked up Vos' Primal Vernacular and Camien standard rather than the basic glyphs system used on Cybertron.

Two, remember that post about culture clash between what's considered filthy, explicit music between humans and Cybertronians? Well, you have films burned on an old cellphone that Tesarus was able to port it all into a datapad for your own usage. Since you're surrounded by kids that are the equivalent of toddlers and under, you decided to put on a Disney marathon because surely Tarn could appreciate the bops?

It's the opposite. You thought the guy was appalled by the expressions on anthromorphic cars, but it's really the music that is considered raw horny by Cybertronian standards.