#tf devastator

• “Mine,” he growls, taking a thunderous step forward and another human grabs you when you try to bolt. Forces you toward him. Rumbling angrily, everything’s a confusing mess inside him. His different voices whispering, upset. Someone else is touching you when you’re theirs. And your boots slide as you resist getting pushed his way. Dropping to a knee to reach for you, the impact knocks you and several other humans down. Servos closing carefully on you, caging you, your field is an agony of fear needling at him. Making it harder to hold himself together.

• Trying to squirm between his servos as the massive hand cups around you to send your heart hammering in your chest, he makes a low, groaning noise as he lifts you. And you clench your eyes shut against the rush of being lifted too high too fast. Trying to memorize the face of the jerk who shoved you at this monster so you can murder him later. If you survive. Lying in his hand, you can’t move. Don’t dare try to lean and look down, because you’re almost positive you’ve unlocked a hitherto unknown fear of heights because of him.

• So fragile. Can feel you, a tiny spot of warmth in his hand. And your fear hurts. Haven’t they tried to do right by you? Courted you? Maybe you hadn’t chosen them, but they’ve proven themselves. Haven’t Hook and Mixmaster brought you human food? Scavenger and Bonecrusher carried you outside the base for walks in the sun and woods like you enjoy? They’ve protected you. Taken care of you like you tend to them. You know them. But you don’t know him, do you? That realization sinking into them all as his head lowers and his lips brush you.

• Shielding your face with an arm when he presses his mouth against you in a kiss that covers your whole body, you whimper when he clears his vents to blast you with gale force winds that rock you. “Devastator’s little conjunx,” he growls, the words rough and guttural. Is this even still them or something new entirely? He does seem to know you. You’re not about to contradict this giant’s claim, either. Not when you like being alive and not squished by this Devastator if you make him angry. Getting another kiss that flattens you into his palm and drives the air from your lungs, you wheeze and gasp when his head lifts to growl at everyone and everything. Before he’s walking off with you. Apparently kidnapping you.

You stroke his curiosity in every way, the combiner often never thinks about other bots or even really cares about them. Devastator likes to... well, devastate. He has no other passions or functions, he's merely the extension will of his individual component mechs. Perhaps one of his components like you a lot, but whatever be the case...

The feeling has him on edge. He can barely focus on the fight as Megatron yells orders from the background. Devastator catches his optics lingering on you and it costs him, every stolen glace costs him in the form of a punch right into his face. Defensor isn't backing down one bit here as he finds himself strangely drawn to you.

But... If he takes care of this big oaf in front of him, he may be able to observe you closer. Closer than you'd like. So its what he tries, the fighting is fierce and Megatron seems pleased with Devastator's performance.

And the moment he's done with Defensor with a fierce blow right into his helm, the gestalt now fractured into his many component mechs, Devstator has his visor flashing your way. You don't seem to notice though, far too engrossed in... His optics zoom in to catch a better look of your status fighting...

Only to see that you were getting your aft handed to you miserably. Jazz was giving you tons of trouble and the moment he registered that you were being hurt, a strange anger swelled up in his spark. Devastator is used to rage, but seeing Jazz's servos on your frame as he manages to wrestle you and pin you down irks him in a way he's never felt before.

Far too engrossed getting you in his servos, Megatron's further commands are being drowned out— Devastator is done with his part anyway so all of his leader's words enter one audial and leaving the other as his words feel like a blur. Jazz is quick to notice Devastator but by then its too late, the combiner's servo swats the mech off of you like he's a mere fly, catching you off-guard.

You look up to see the combiner, the pesky Earth-sun messing with your optical sensor as you look up and you feel... annoyed. You had that under control!

"I could've dealt with that myself, you big lug!" You hiss out, immediately standing up. You don't seem very interested as to why Devastator even came to given how angry Megatron sounds in the background. You bare your denta at him and Devastator finds it... cute. You talk as if Jazz wouldn't have had a clear shot at snuffing your spark. And the way you look up to him, trying to be all defiant despite being so tiny compared to the behemoth that is Devastator... It amuses him.

With a snarky smile and a snicker, Devastator's servos are quick to grab you up. Your little optics widening as he brings you closer to his face, to 'observe' like he said and he can feel the fear in your EM field for a second. All bark and no bite, it seems. The combiner cackles as he holds you firmly in servos.

"Cute." He remarks with a face that looks like he could eat you.

"...EXCUSE ME!?" And there it is, that fear all gone, as if he couldn't crush all your internal systems like a garbage compactor with the way you're held in his servos— You're angry at him. He can see how your plating puffs, your EM field lighting up with sparks of anger he's all too familiar with.

That was the solar cycle Devastator decided that he likes having you in his servos to annoy.

After that weird experience, you find yourself being trapped in Devastator's servos more often. He'd hold you in his giant servo, bring you up to his face, and then mock you like he got some sort of sick sadistic pleasure from seeing you all riled up. And he did because he thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

You find yourself weary of Devastator, tempted to ask the Constructicons what the hell was up with the big guy. Devastator is an aft but more like in a 'weapon of mass destruction' way and not in the 'insufferable bully' way. You're bullied enough by your so-called comrades and the last person you expect it from was Devastator. Would've hurt if you hadn't gotten used to being around afts all the time... Blitzwing is on your case all the time, Skywarp won't leave you alone, Starcream is Starscream and then there's Hook, Hook might've been the only 'alright' mech as far as your assessments went. He's even been a lot more friendlier to you lately...

Ever since that incident, you find the Constructicons have been warming up to you a lot more than they usually do. Hook is the one mech you see the most considering he's a medic and you have a skill for getting yourself hurt on the battlefield— His bedside manners improve greatly when you have to visit the medbay. Something you've gotten used to considering you're not very strong.

But you are very arrogant. Something Devastator seems to like, which ends up being something the six of them seem to like. You don't back down or allow your weakness to define you. Far from it. You try to get stronger, by either sparring or practicing and its working so far. They find it oddly inspiring. Long Haul and Bonecrusher have even volunteered to help you out with battle training! Scavenger often watches, choosing to stand there as moral support.

They've also been real helpful at giving you knowledge about weapons. Scrapper helps sharpen your sword, telling you how to properly take care of such carefully crafted weaponry. As a craftsmech, he knows a good sword when he sees it. Mixmaster recommended using some of the chems he's synthesized, incorporate them into your fighting style as long-range shots and the idea really appealed to you.

You honestly didn't expect this sudden friendliness from them, and are even hesitant about it. But their disarmingly charming smiles make you second-guess your doubts. Maybe they... want to see you become stronger?

Either way, it makes you feel welcome around them and you've been hanging out around them way too often. To the point where Mixmaster has appointed you as an 'honorary constructicon'.

You're not sure what to feel about being welcomed like this. But hey, at least your other comrades will stop to think twice before they bother you.

You're theirs without even realizing it.

"The constructicons are friendly to me... I wonder why Devastator isn't..." You think as the six of them hide behind a pillar watching you with a mixed bag of thoughts. Some of them... don't really like you but the gestalt bond has them pining for you hard regardless of what their opinion about you was before.

Devastator likes seeing you struggle in fight, and he likes the sight of energon splattered on your frame. It makes him feel... odd. A good kind of odd. But at the same time, the very thought of another mech's servos on your frame makes his servos twitch. Whether its Autobot or Decepticon. Its unlike him to be protective but he can't hold back the urges.

But recently, you've been holding your own a lot better in a fight. And it makes him feel... almost proud. But his childishness always leads him to do the usual— Keeping you in his servos and bringing you close to his gargantuan face. Devastator finds that he now enjoys the warmth in his servo when he holds you like a doll, the way your EM field brushes against his metal plating... and not to mention how much bolder you've gotten around Devastator. Coming up with your own snarky retorts that sometimes upsets him, but he tries to keep calm.

It might not look like it but despite your weaknesses, you're probably one of the only mechs to talk to him with such boldness. It entices him in a way. You're giving him genuine company. As a combiner, his conversations with other's are often limited— Destroy and uncombine. Its how its always been but he enjoys these talks with you. A lot. You oddly remind him of his own situation considering how isolated you are and he isn't quite sure what to feel about that, it honestly makes him feel protective over you. Despite your sharp glossa making him want to throw you into the sun.

But the big bot gets back at you by laughing when something unfortunate happens to you. Revelling in the loss of your aura and enjoying any chance he gets to humiliate you. Some debris falls on your helm and all of a sudden, he's laughing his aft off. Which then leaders to a very nervous Scavenger apologizing on the behalf of Devastator.