#yan writes

Protective as heck though, and he has good reason. Once the stray Decepticons realized you're a weakness to him, they come for you every time... and he hates it. It's so easy to slip into the Megatron he used to be when he finds out you're in danger. The Decepticons under his demand, his goals—you—above everything.

You bring out the best in him, but I regret to say you also bring the worst. His doubts and internal conflict are already bad enough. Maybe one day, he'll crack, and decide to keep you strictly within a safe distance always.

He will always stay as a sweetheart to you though. That's for sure.

— 🪨

Prime

note; I'm sorry I can't take this specific version of Megatron seriously, please bare with my take 😭😭

Considering how he's with Optimus, he's definitely obsessive. Like.

If you're a cybertronian, AUTOBOT, he's going to try and convince you to join his side of the war. Even to the extent of kidnapping you under the guise of getting information—but overall no harm to your frame during your visit to their ship. There's a back and forth kidnap and rescue between the autobots and decepticons. It's also really weird how he just stands there staring at you.

If you're a DECEPTICON, you'd be in a indescribable relationship with him. He respects you, but manipulative to the point that it's obvious. You're as loyal as you can be. But sometimes it feels like he's intentionally provoking you for reassurance. He still likes to stare at you.

But if you're a HUMAN, I think everyone can and will think Megatron is a weirdo. Why in the world is he keeping you in the Decepticon ship? Why's he making sure you stay alive? Hello?? Even if you're somehow useful—he's reaching with the whole "stay in my sights" or letting the other Decepticons babysit you when he's out. He really likes staring. (I like to hc that he thinks you look disgusting [denial], but interesting nonetheless LOLOL)

Overall, he's acting strange. His words suck, but despite everything, his actions are quite—nice? He gives you more freedom than you'd expect. Which is why you and everyone else question his every move; Soundwave especially. That one is watching you closely, but predictably, Megatron's watching him. Meg's careful actually—I mean, while he's an idiot when it comes to you, he's dead serious to other bots.

— 🥂

Animated

Ohhh—you must have done something pretty useful to him. Similar to Isaac Sumdac, you managed to grab his attention, enough for him to capture your person. At first, you trembled at even the thought of him.

But, I think… somewhere along the way, you grew on him. It's not just about your results anymore. Perhaps it was the lovely late night talks that stretched in time. Maybe how your expression lights up when he says something you happen to like. When he watched you gradually get out of your shell and opened yourself to him.

You actually feel safe. In his company, it seems like nothing can't harm you. He treats you well, speaks to you like you're an equal, and that's what scares you the most. Isaac constantly reminds you that he's not what he seems—and of course, you're not foolish. Also, I don't think this Megatron would be the jealous type haha. He knows what he wants.

Then change happens. Your work with him is done. The autobots freed you and Sumdac.

But he's hunting you down. He gives you a sign, a warning, a chance to stay with him. I imagine both of you don't understand why this is happening.

When he does understand, he won't hide from his desires. He'll earnestly keep you by his side, till death do you part.

Mingyu's teeth are sharper than Wonwoo's own.

It's hard to ignore them when he's always flashing that huge grin of his as he pokes his head through the infirmary door. As if there's anything to smile about in this hellhole. But here he is again, smiling like a fool while Wonwoo patches up a cut on his forehead. It's not an injury from a fight, but the result of his clumsy nature. Smacked his head on the garage door at the mechanic's, supposedly, and he was a bit careless and reopened the wound.

The points of Mingyu's canines dig into his plush lower lip ever so slightly. Wonwoo's eyes flicker downwards, and he forces them back up. Mingyu's grin grows just a touch wider.

Try as he might, Wonwoo can't bring himself to hate the sight. It's what a kid like Mingyu should be doing, going to university and charming countless new friends into his pocket with his good looks. He shouldn't be stuck here getting roughed up on the regular just for some cash that'll be burned up by the weekend. Especially not when the majority of his modest earnings goes straight into the wallet of that piss-poor excuse for a man Mingyu calls his coach.

There's an earnestness in his deep brown eyes that the ring hasn't beaten out of him yet. Truth be told, Wonwoo doesn't want to see the day when Mingyu's toothy grin vanishes for good, which is why he tells Mingyu the same thing night after night:

"When are you going to find yourself a proper job and get the hell out of here?"

And flippant as ever, Mingyu will shoot back his usual response, "This is all I'm good for, ssaem."

The worst part is that he says it like he believes it. Heavens, would Wonwoo love to track down the bastard who taught him such complete bullshit.

Mingyu's a smart boy. Probably had a promising future before he got tangled up in all of this, though he's somewhat notorious for being tight-lipped about his past. He'd dropped by the infirmary one night just to quietly pore over a book in the corner. When Wonwoo succumbed to his curiosity and asked what he was reading, Mingyu showed him the cover of a second-hand anatomy textbook.

"I have a lot to catch up on," he'd said with a shy smile, "y'know, since I never finished high school and all. I was thinking it would be nice to go to university someday... ah, but that'll probably never happen."

If Wonwoo actually had some semblance of a spine, he would have agreed and told Mingyu to abandon that fruitless dream. But he couldn't bear to be so cruel as to rub salt into the wound when Mingyu already thought so lowly of his future, nor could he lie and offer up some nice words of empty optimism. In the end, all he did was ruffle Mingyu's hair in a rare gesture of affection.

The sound of Mingyu's voice calling for him drags Wonwoo away from his musings and back into the moment.

"Ssaem," Mingyu says lowly, breathlessly. His canines are still out on proud display, and Wonwoo can see the mole on the tip of his nose. How did Wonwoo fail to notice him getting this close? "Your eyes are so pretty. Have I ever told you that?"

Damn it all, Wonwoo thinks as he feels his ears growing warm.

"You must have hit your head too hard," he dismisses with a scoff, rolling his chair backwards and standing up to go to the sink. "You're all done. Now get out already."

Mingyu makes a noise of protest, most likely pouting, but there's a yell of his name from outside. It's that loud-mouthed coach of his, screaming at him to hurry up and get ready. Wonwoo really wishes the man would shut the fuck up for just one night.

Left with no choice, Mingyu bids Wonwoo goodbye in a rather dejected tone and slips out of the infirmary. He's one of the few people at the club who have the courtesy to close the door gently on his way out. He didn't get a chance to wish him good luck, Wonwoo realises with a sigh. Not that Mingyu will need it with the state of his current performance.

As Wonwoo reaches to turn the tap on, he catches sight of Mingyu's blood streaked against the side of his index finger. It's already tacky, half-dried and flaking on his skin. He inspects it idly while the water runs on and on, splattering against the basin.

Against his better judgement, Wonwoo brings his hand to his mouth and licks it clean. The rich taste of metal coats his tongue.

Mingyu loses the fight.

Wonwoo knows this not because he saw the match, nor did he hear the gossip circulating amongst the club's patrons. No, he knows because Mingyu flinches hard when Wonwoo places a light hand on his shoulder the next day.

Mingyu tries to put on a brave face, but he falters almost immediately beneath Wonwoo's gaze. Without a single word, he grabs the back of his collar and pulls his shirt over his head, then turns around. Even though Wonwoo knows what's coming, the sight still fills him with silent rage.

Bruises lash across Mingyu's back in long, red-purple stripes. It's a miracle the blows hadn't broken through skin. Wonwoo brushes his fingertips ever so slightly against one of the mottled bruises, and even that barely-there touch makes Mingyu's muscles tense up. It can't possibly be that he can no longer distinguish between a hand that holds no ill intent and one that means to hurt him.

"Why do you stay?" Wonwoo asks, no louder than a whisper.

"Coach didn't really hit me that hard. It looks worse than it is," Mingyu jumps to the defensive far too quickly for Wonwoo's liking. "I mean, he still gives me a roof over my head and he feeds me plenty, so... it's fine. It's 'cause I lost, anyway."

"Mingyu."

At the sound of his name, Mingyu peers over his shoulder. The corner of his mouth twitches up into a grin. He says, teasing, "Aw, you worried about me, ssaem?"

Yes. I am. I'm worried that living like this is going to tear you apart limb from limb. I'm worried that no matter how much I tend to your wounds, I won't be able to mend your broken spirit. I'm worried that someday, they'll push you beyond your limits and you'll just burn yourself and everything around you up like a supernova.

Wonwoo doesn't say any of these things. He stares at the tiles and forces himself to take a deep breath through his nose. Exhale. Once more.

"I'm going to have a word with your coach. How does he expect you to perform when he's already beaten you half to death?"

Mingyu snorts as he tugs his shirt back on, "I don't think Coach was worried about that at the time. Don't trouble yourself, ssaem. I can handle it."

Then, in a move so bold it shocks Wonwoo into total silence, Mingyu reaches out to trace a knuckle down Wonwoo's cheek and tips his chin up so their gazes catch and hold. Mingyu's eyes are gentle, and his smile has lost its sly edge. He looks so heartachingly young.

"Thanks for caring about me," he says softly before stepping back and leaving the infirmary just like that.

Late into the night, Mingyu's touch lingers like a phantom. The mere thought brings warmth to Wonwoo's cheeks as he prepares to lock up before sunrise, stopping at the spot where Mingyu had stood in front of him hours earlier. Not even a chilled bag of blood can quell the heat.

Wonwoo can feel his affection for Mingyu growing teeth and eyes and limbs, morphing into a creature of his own making and feeding upon the tender parts of his heart.

If he's not ranting to you about Decepticons and his trash leader, I figure that he's good company. His voice turns softer, and his passion leaks through his yapping session, and there's a grin on his face that looks oddly endearing. He won't say it out loud, but he adores carrying you in his cockpit (or even just on his shoulder), flying you around whenever he can.

You're a small thing. A human—it's so strange—and he can't seem to let you go. To the extent that he actively hides you from the other Decepticons. He'd even let it slide and not decide to kill you now that you're talking to Optimus—wait—Optimus??? Autobot!!!!

For a moment, he hesitates. Would he really show himself getting provoked by a cybertronian talking to a human? To be frank, that sounds really lame. Weak.

But then he sees you smile at Optimus. He just stops caring altogether and jumps him.

— 🪰

Animated Starscream

Ooohh you guys hate each other LOL in a very playful out-of-spite way. Sorta. He's so full of himself it makes him look stupid. Aggressively needy, clingy, and always wants your attention!!! Chronic rage baiter .

You can't shrug him off. You can't have your alone time when it's convenient. He's lingering, YAPPING about his day and his inconveniences, and while he throws insults your way—he doesn't want to ever leave your side. You give him the same energy as much as you can, and instead of being put off by it, he seems deeply entertained.

When he does something, he wants you to look. Pay attention to him! He's doing so much! Don't you think it's cool?! Look how pretty that structure broke down after he kicked it teehee! Then he suddenly feels foolish for wanting a fleshbag's validation so much. That's embarrassing. But for some reason, he likes it? Because it's you? Weird.

Would you say he's a good friend? Absolutely not. Is he funny? Absolutely. Do you think you can change him? Absolutely not. Would you try anyway? Absolutely. You may not trust him, but he weirdly trusts you, and somehow… that's enough.

Which is why you're explaining that to Bumblebee. He still doesn't understand why you're staying with that bozo. But if you say you don't need saving—

You're scooped up by a larger bot, and as you look up, you see an angry Starscream glaring at Bumblebee. "Don't you already have your own human? This one is mine! Mine!"

If he heard you say, "I don't need saving," I think he'd be offended lol. Knowing how diabolical this guy is, he's going to take it as a challenge… you'd genuinely need saving by then. Your lack of freedom is doubled. He's going to be so irritated when the Autobots do try to save you.

— 🔆

Earthspark Starscream

You're patient with him. That's all you could do, really, with him not dealing with everything so well. He most likely met you somewhere between hiding and coping. Perhaps when he was low on energy. At his most vulnerable.

Often, he doesn't know what to talk about. You fill in the silence, talking about whatever. How your day went, how some things don't work that way, or how you're feeling. He asks you questions; you answer. That's basically your dynamic.

He has a tendency to compare your life to his :c Your human life is vastly different, but at the same time, it's familiar. Impossible to not be curious. He can't help but think and wonder all the time.

Then one day, despite all his careful efforts, GHOST manages to find you and his relationship. They think he's a threat to you? He feels insulted. Angry. Hatred for Megatron for letting this happen.

He'll get captured in the end. Starscream won't stop demanding to see you from his cell, though, and when you do come to visit, he'd find ways to have you stay longer. You always entertain him, which he appreciates.

When he gets free from this prison… he has to keep you with him… being apart from you was like losing a chunk of his sanity. He's driven with fury for making them separate you both, forcing him in a cell, and this whole situation.

— 🐾

Skybound Starscream

He found his cat sleeping on top of you that one time. At first, he wanted to kill you, fist raised and ready, but he had to be logical. Starscream has no idea how life forms on Earth function, much less a cat. So he had this brilliant idea of studying the cat through you, a human.

You've seen him at his worst; you're terrified of him. All the actions you take from the beginning with him is purely out of fear. Silently hoping it pleases him and dissuades him from killing you.

Good news—it worked! Bad news—it worked. Too well. Because even when you have taught him everything he needs to know about cats, he's still here… making up excuses… to be with you. The fear that you had gradually turned into mild irritation, and another thing worse than that: affection. You like him. He's a metallic alien that kills people for fun, but somehow, you managed to like him. Is this stockholm syndrome?

Something you noticed is that whenever he visits you and the cat, he's just sitting there. Almost like he's resting... You learned how to be more casual with him. He probably did too, likewise. Starscream's a lot more relaxed than the first time you met him.

I think something would shift within him the moment you compare him to a cat. He doesn't outright do anything about the weird feelings though. Just the usual degrading and strange colorful word choices.

When he comes back for a visit, you and the cat are gone. It shouldn't bother him that you're gone. It shouldn't. But where are you? Where? Where? Where? Where? Where?

Whenever you're with Peacemaker, he always tries to make sure neither of you get jealous. But obviously,,, he's the one getting jealous,,, not that he's aware of it. He still loves his two best friends in the world hanging out together. It's not like he worries both of you might like the other better.

He's vocal about 'jealousy' stuff but he won't actually do anything lol, he loves you both so much.

"Okay, I know you're probably upset that I have another super secret mission with P, but I promise I'll make it up to you!"

His ass won't be keeping the mission a secret btw. He'll spill the next chance he gets.

Eager to please you, but also notably needy. He just wants you to be as happy as he feels when he's with you.

Now let's talk about him being possessive.

He won't be killing out of the blue, probably, even as you're taking such a ridiculous amount of time talking to that person. His eye twitches behind his glasses.

If he recognizes someone approaching you with intentions, he'll step in and make sure they know you're his already. Maybe a little bit of showing dominance too, like a simple pushing them down the stairs.

And if they don't stop?

Yeah, he's definitely murdering them. He'd pull them in and yap all about you and how he tried to warn them to back off. It's so fun watching the light go missing from their eyes.

"I just love how they look at me," he sighs dreamily as he fidgets with his victim's hair. "Hey, stop screaming. You're ruining the moment."

After this, he'll take you out on a date!

— ive only watched 6 episodes 🥀

— just learned he's asexual. i love him even more now

And those feelings... so intense, so foreign. They overwhelm him so. Countless thoughts race through his processor whenever he looks at you—especially into your eyes. So much life. It reminds him of everything he's fighting for in one go. How he wants to make sure he never fails you. Not to make the same mistake again. To keep you safe, now and until your last breath.

Everything feels lighter with you.

Like the weight of the universe momentarily leaves his shoulders.

... Then it all comes crashing down.

He cannot do this.

Not now, not ever.

If the Decepticons catch even a sliver of your existence, you will be in danger.

That's all that ever happens to his dearest friends.

To his dearest, you.

Maybe this will be the one thing that finally makes Optimus Prime decide something selfish.

— i went for a general version of optimus for this one cuz even his standard characterization is hard to figure out as a yandere nOooOOo

You met his amber eyes. For whatever reason, on the edge of the cliff just above the water, you folded your legs against your chest and buried half your face in your arms.

"Well?" you pushed, voice muffled.

His mouth opened, then closed. Viktor nodded wordlessly instead.

" ... Promise me you won't tell anyone."

Without a moment's hesitation, the young boy nodded again.

He watched as you stood up and jumped steadily into the river, splashing him and his mechanical boat. A low, frustrated groan escaped him as water seeped into his clothes.

"Oh, sorry," you said as he tried to wipe the water from his face. "Let me get that for you."

Suddenly, Viktor felt his weight gradually become less unpleasant—almost refreshing, even, as if the water slid across and away from his skin and clothes.

That's when he saw it.

A small blob of water, floating in the air. It moved carefully like it was fragile.

Then came another, and another. Small specks came together until it formed one single bubble.

Abruptly, it dropped in the river. Like nothing ever happened. Viktor's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Cool, right?" you grinned. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his jaw gaping. One of your hands was lifted, fingers poised in a manner of delicacy.

"You," Viktor finally spoke, stammering, his breathing ragged. "You did that? Was that... magic?"

You chuckled, settling yourself beside him. He turned to you, scooting over to make room, and met your steady gaze. “I think so. But I was serious when I said never, ever tell anyone.”

He shook his head, utterly appalled. "Is this some sort of trick?"

"I wish—"

“This is not funny,” he snarled, his demeanor shifting completely, catching you off guard. “If you’re just here to get a reaction out of me, I’d advise you and your friends to leave. Please.”

You frowned, standing up with your fists clenched. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m so sorry! And I don’t… even have friends.”

Viktor searched your face.

There's nothing to suggest a lie. He's observant, and he quietly prides himself over it, but this is one of the few cases where he genuinely starts to doubt his judgment.

"But," you sighed, turning away. "I'll leave if that's what you want. Apologies."

...

"... Wait."

— 🌱

The leaves of the seedling barely moved.

"Aw," you chuckled, dropping your arm to your side. Who knew conjuring plant powers could be so draining? "Well, I tried. Let's take a break!"

He let out a choked noise, pausing his writing. "We barely started! How is it that whenever you get to try something new and amazing, you avoid it?”

...

You didn't respond immediately.

Viktor put down his notebook, looking back at you, who was blankly staring at him.

"I guess I'm... scared?" you said, tilting your head. To his surprise, you gently grabbed his hand, running your thumb across his palm.

His face warmed. He physically couldn't say or do anything.

"You're the only one who knows about this, Vik," you muttered, your eyes fixed on his rough skin. "I sprung this on you when we were kids, which is kind of hilarious, by the way, but I had a reason. In my mind, you were the only one who would understand."

He thought so, too.

Viktor couldn’t stop himself from slipping his fingers between yours. It was a good thing you weren’t looking at him—otherwise, you might’ve seen how red his face had become.

"And you told me no one will believe me," he said, and while the memory was of you giving him a serious warning, his tone was filled with nothing but endearment.

"I still stand by that," you laughed, pulling your hand away from his, much to his disappointment. You still hadn't glance at his face. He mentally scolded himself for almost hoping you would see his expression. "Especially with our age now. They'll just think you're crazy."

"I understand," he chuckled, turning away. "About that break... you want to go to our usual?"

A smile curled your lips. "Yes, please!"

— 💌

Viktor said he has a surprise for you.

Admittedly, you're feeling extremely anxious. He grew up to become a researcher, an inventor—facts that don’t surprise you.

As his best friend, a person able to do magic, while absolutely shitty at it, you know he sees you as someone with massive potential. Literally. No one else in Piltover or Zaun is known to do this. Maybe in a hundred years—who knows? You didn't even have a proper education.

...

Viktor cleared his throat. "I've been offered a position in the University of Piltover."

You froze. The letter in his fingers bore the university’s wax seal in the center, bold and unmistakable.

“Holy shit,” you blurted, your eyes darting between him and the letter. “Holy shit!”

Jumping over to Viktor, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. The biggest, most triumphant smile tugged at your lips. He staggered a little, but you were too wrapped up in your happiness to notice.

"Language," he laughed, hugging you back.

You snickered. "I'm so proud of you! Words can't even begin to express how happy I am for you!"

Pulling back, your hands still rested on his shoulders. Your smile relaxed ever so slightly as your eyes gazed into his softer ones.

"I knew you could do it," you exhaled.

A small pause.

Viktor had a look. Oh, shit. What’s that smirk for?

"...You're not done," you accused, raising an eyebrow.

He lifted the letter in his hand. "I have not accepted yet."

Now, your brows knitted together in utter confusion.

"... Why not—?"

"I said I won't be going unless they let me bring a plus one."

You smile faltered, denial crossing your face. He noticed it. Did he just say what you thought you heard him say?

"Are you saying...?" Your expression shifted into worry; you didn't quite understand his point.

"I want you to come with me," Viktor said, grabbing your hand and placing the letter in your palm. "To Piltover."

Oh, no. You didn't mean to.

You panicked, pulling away, the letter slipping from your hand.

Viktor's brows furrowed. He thought you'd be happier about the news.

Then, he looked around.

It had rained just before he decided to share the news. Some raindrops were still fresh, glistening from the downpour.

And around your figure, small droplets rose into the air. The air is thick with tension.

"Viktor. You're not giving me to them, are you...?"

Defeated. That's how your voice sounded.

"Of course not," he hushed, pushing you onto a chair. "Never. Please calm down. Let me explain."

You obliged, sitting down. He sat beside you.

"I'm sorry," you spoke first, meeting his eyes. "It's not that I don't trust you. Heck, I trust you more than anyone. The thought of going up there... it just makes me anxious."

"I understand," Viktor nodded. He turned his head. "However, I promise you, I won’t let them take you away from me. You’ll be solely under my care. But I do know someone who’s willing to help us."

Viktor. So compassionate and filled with empathy. You admired him for those very reasons, not just for his brilliance. His presence feels like a whole other world to you—someone who could help you understand your abilities. Perhaps the only chance you have to truly learn who, or what you are.

"I'll be a burden."

"No. Of course not. I want you by my side."

You hesitated. Despite your family being clueless about your ability, they were still the people you cared for. You still had a life in the undercity.

"And if I refuse...?"

Viktor took a moment to respond. The thought of leaving you hurt his heart.

"You... I believe you don't have much of a choice."

You couldn't explain why, but you found it in yourself to wholeheartedly believe him.

— 💜

zamn

...

Someone calls out to you.

That must be your name. He also notices the way you immediately respond. From how young and naive you look, those must be your creators.

...Starscream only ends up disappointed when he watches one of your creators scream at the sight of him, then run away.

You cried when you saw them leave.

That's a horrible noise.

Terrible.

He walks, stepping into their path, and aims his ray gun at them.

They're shaking, crying. A familiar sight.

But Starscream doesn't kill them.

Instead, he says, "teach me how to raise your sparkling."

Was she afraid to get hurt, when you inevitably choose another circus member to be with? But for some reason, you'd always choose her. No matter how much she thinks she upset you somehow, you come back threefold of her worries.

She cares deeply about what you think of her, regardless. There will come a point where she'll do whatever you want, and disregard her own. A violent habit engraved to her core—she wants to give, give, give.

Ragatha can't be selfish.

Your dynamic depends on your personality. Are you more independent and secure of yourself? Like a moth drawn to a flame, she finds herself latching for your affirmation. You're so sure of yourself… and the fact that you're staying by her side… she's never felt so assured. It scares her a lot. It is addicting. It's safe. Thoughts of you abandoning her for another are quickly harboring in her mind.

However… if you're dependent on her, she'll do her best to shelter you under her wing. She's pretty happy! Isn't this what she wanted? Unfortunately, it also pressures her greatly—what if you don't like how she's handling things? What if you're sick of her trying anyway? What is it that you want? Do you still like her? Has she failed you?

She doesn't want to lose you. She doesn't want you to abandon her. She doesn't want you to be with someone else. Hell, she doesn't even want to see you talking to one. Please look at her. You can't be alone with them. If something happens, would you find them more likable than her?

She'd stare with widened eyes, and her metaphorical heart would be pumping in her stuffing. Her anxiety is boiling within the pit of her stomach as she watches you speak to someone.

The common ground is,,, it's a lose-lose situation. Ragatha tends to spiral over herself.

No matter what, she'll reach a breaking point. It's up to you how your relationship will go from there.

"Wait. No, no, no, please! If… if you leave me right now, I might… abstract..!"