#transformers fic

When your local warlord makes you in charge of a VERY important test subject and you lose it IMMEDIATELY

Based off chapter 19 of Unsanctioned Exile on Ao3:

<Previous chapter(s) art

Remember, supports and tips bring more chapters sooner

Here you can see the clear AI message, the fic, the chapter, and the account. They have since edited out the message, but it was up for about twenty minutes after posting. Really sad to see from a fic that seemed to be really cool and interesting, wish the author hadn’t felt they had to turn to AI to enhance their writing. I don’t know if they use AI to write/enhance their other works, but I wouldn’t be shocked.

EDIT:

Here’s a fic by @astra-ryuusei with a similar concept of Skyfire being a titan! It is not Skystar, but don’t let that dissuade ya from givin an actual writer support if Titan!Skyfire is somethin that interests ya:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79103781/chapters/207520746

EDIT 2:

Here is another Titan!Skyfire fic! I have not read this one personally, but if people are rlly looking to fill that Titan!Skyfire/Cityspeaker!Starscream void this is a fic for you:

☆ Claws and Orderly Structure — Ultra Magnus x Male Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || He/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ultra Magnus kept his feelings like he kept everything in his life— guarded and under control. The only issue is feelings are hardly ever rational, they're almost always the exact opposite. He couldn't reel back his infatuation for you if he tried (and he did. It failed spectacularly)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You bring out a side to Magnus he often denies carrying. The side of him that puts regulations aside for a moment, just to feel. To see beyond structure, and enjoy things as they are. You can very rarely get him to fully embrace this part of himself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The revelation of your transformation was, well, unexpected. All Magnus could think of was the dangers it could bring, what with the size and the sharp edges and the teeth— he falls into old habits, sticking himself squarely in his processor to think it over

ᯓᡣ𐭩 And yet, at the end of it all, it's still you. Even in the shape of a dragon, you're the mech that taught him it was okay to feel freely. That sometimes life can be relaxed. No matter your form, he's determined to stay. He'll withstand teeth and claws and everything else. You saw all of him, now he sees all of you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If given enough time, he even jokes about how much of a shock it was in private. But if you even lightly hint about being upset he'll take it deathly seriously and cut it out then and there. Likewise, if anyone else makes the joke, he's quick to scold them unless you explicitly tell him you're okay with it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'd say stuff like "You're the only one that gets to see this, you hear me? Not a word to anyone else. If a single bot is talking about this tomorrow, I'll know exactly where it came from" when still getting used to showing his vulnerable side around you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's still determined to tell you all the ways he'll be sure to protect you, even if you're technically stronger than him by alt mode alone. Secretly he actually enjoys that, it's nice to be taken care of for once. But you won't know that until a loooong time after he realizes it

(A/N: writing this during vacation. anyways the spark dna test is something i thought of because the spark of a sparkling is technically the dna of the parents(?)) TW: Kidnapping, possessive, attempted brainwash, Megatron does not know that you’re his sparkling. Alongside that, nothing medical is right in here. WC:463

 Megatron had you checked on by Knockout before he did anything else. He wanted to make sure you were healthy enough to be his heir. You were strapped to a metal table, squirming, cursing at him that you would kill him. He loved that fire inside of you. He simply waved his servo, playing you off. He could barely move, let alone kill him. 

Your frame is smaller than most Cybertronian—shinier too. Which he could tell Knockout was jealous. You must’ve recently gotten your alt mode, yet he’s not worried about it. It’s almost second nature for a Cybertronian to be used to their alt mode.

“They’re quite unruly, Lord Megatron!” Knockout commented, to which you cursed at him. He gasped and placed a hand on his chassis. 

“You afthole!” You hiss, wiggling, trying to get free. They may have to sedate you. Again. “Let me go! Optimus will come for me!” 

Megatron chuckled and shook his head, “Aw, does the poor sparkling want their carrier?” Your optics narrowed, the rings spinning. They narrowed into little dots, looking more like himself than he realized. As you kicked him in the leg, he regretted not restraining your legs. You bared his denta at him and threatened him again and again. He sighed, his sharp digits pinching the bridge of his nose.

 “Sedate them,” he grumbled. Knockout nodded, a little giddy about it, considering how you scratched his paint a bit. 

Megatron walked away and towards the console, staring at it. Your vitals were pulled up, checking the rate of your spark and any injuries. You had minor damages to your frame, but he was… confused. You were smaller than most sparklings. Smaller than Bumblebee. Had you not been developed properly? He turned his head back to his medic and gestured for him to open your spark chamber. This won’t hurt, and you won’t feel it; it would be fine. He took a bit of your spark, watching your frame jerk before you went still again. He pivoted back to the console and put it in a small, square, metal tray. The console took but a few, then the CNA appeared.

Optimus Prime’s CNA, of course. He stared at the strand, then his gaze went to the other part. The sire’s. Him. He froze, his clawed servos digging into the desk. He was your sire, and Ori—Optimus didn’t even think to tell him? He stared at the screen , glanced at your slumped form, then at Knockout. He jerked his helm for him to go, turning his head back to the screen.

Perhaps, if he was to take Optimus again… they could be a family. Megatron, Optimus, and you. A grin came to his face before he stepped away. Yes, he wanted that. Wanted a family.

Here’s my sword design of the fic: accidental engagement mini comic thing I drew!

Fic by the goat @lets-try-some-writing

I saw a few people liked my sword design thank u so much!!! The part in the fic that stuck out to me about the sword was “it was supposed to be a symbol/ used for more decorative purposes than to be used as an actual weapon” hehe