The Reader

Just to let people know, I don’t agree on non-con, proshipping, pedophilia, incest, rape, S/A or anything like that! I won’t write reader insert ideas like this, because it’s disgusting and not my style!

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With some backstory.

You and Megatron were on the same mining team. It was a very, veeeeeery long strangers to friends to lovers slowburn that had too many season and a shit ton of filler episodes.

When you both started dating, Megatron was a flustered mess, mostly because you showed him off and called him the best lover you could ever have.

A few long vorns later, you proposed to him with a very shiny looking stone. Very penguin. Very stupid, but at this point he loved you too much to be weirded out by your courting.

Yes, he accepted. He still has that stone stashed away in his subspace as a good luck charm. He even polishes it (don’t tell nobody).

He often dreams of what could’ve been if you were still alive. Megatron knows for a fact that things might have ended differently. This version of Megatron, no matter how out of character he may sound, is very faithful to his conjunx. You would straighten him up right away.

He thinks you had a little bit of the tism, but he never would’ve guessed until much later after your death and his redemption, because, well, miners don’t get diagnosed.

He would’ve loved to have a little girl with you. (Yes I love me some girl dad Megatron. Sue me.)

Rung is the first mech to know of you, mostly because Megatron speaks of you fondly.

The rest knew because the ex-warlord slipped up and was pried for info cause they low-key are the curious cat.

Megatron, talking about his conjunx: they were the most… (blah blah blah…)

Rodimus: Mech’s still whipped.

Nautica: I don’t blame him, they sound like a wonderful bot.

Whirl: Who knew the mech who started a century old war was a lover boy. Eeee-yuckie!

Rung: It’s quite sweet though. I remember he told me that they proposed to him with a shiny stone-

Everyone: What.

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When he spoke of freedom, the love of his life supported him through and through. You were the kindness and whimsy that was lacking in his spark. He loved you dearly, and wished nothing more than to bond with you forevermore and love you until death.

So when he lost you in a mine collapse, he was devastated. Tears shed for a long time, as anger enveloped him. He wasnt the same mech you knew. Your lover never held that soft look in his optics again.

Not even when he joined the Lost Light to be redeemed.

So when everyone found out, they were shocked.

Rodimus, baffled: You had a conjunx.

Megatron: Yes, I did. They were my everything. Very chaotic, yet utterly sweet. Most likely autistic.

Whirl: Wow, so they’re the one that had all the whimsy. No wonder you’re so serious.

Everyone else, minus Megatron, to Whirl: Dude–

Nautica: Were they cute?

Swerve: GIRL–

Hear me out, since Witch Hat Atelier is out as an anime and brush buddy is the best:

Transformers isekai reader insert, but the reader gets transported into the Transformers universe as an oversized brush buddy.

By cybertronian standards, brush buddy is small, but by human standards brush buddy reader is humungous. Meaning that brush buddy reader can be used as a form of transport and a sleeping spot for any human.

Meanwhile, for cybertronians, brush buddy reader is like a living accessory (with rights), because they like to wrap themselves around a cybertronian’s neck, arm and even a bot’s helm.

I like to think that they were found by the Lost Light Crew and adopted in MTMTE. Or found by the autobots in general no matter the continuity.

Since brush buddy reader is reincarnated, I like to think that they have abilities that can be seen as peculiar. For example, brush buddy reader can make objects stick to their fluffy fur and release them at will. That’s how most bots take advantage of accessorizing brush buddy reader.

And as they accessorize their little buddy, the bots start to scheme on a name to call brush buddy reader. The common vote is Sugar (by Arcee) and Powdered Donut (by Optimus Prime).

Imagine waking up and looking like this:

Fair warning, I haven’t seen Project: Hail Mary or read the novel.

This is a continuation of another prompt.

Not proofread!!!

Continuities mentioned or implied: Transformers MTMTE, Transformers One, Transformers Prime, Transformers Animated, G1 Transformers, Earthspark Transformers Season 1….

After the events of Ryland Grace!Reader’s rescue…

Grace!Reader slowly start to accommodate to their surroundings.

Some of the bots were curious, while others preferred to stay away. One thing is for sure….

Grace!Reader cant escape therapy.

This bot, Rung, was the ship’s psychiatrist. The moment he had his sights on Grace!Reader, they knew that they were into a lot of in-depth storytelling and potential trauma diagnosis. Despite the iffy start, Grave!Reader really appreciated Rung and how patient he was.

But that’s not the point right now. Because apparently, the multiverse is real, and someone fucked it up. Grace!Reader bets it’s the purple one with the large mono-boob.

The bots, introduced themselves, the humans did too, Grace!Reader wasn’t too sure but Rodimus smirked as he picked Grace! Reader by the scruff of their shirt to show them off. Rodimus introduces them as the first human on board, and the only human with a coffee addiction, meanwhile they flail a bit, adjusting their glasses so they wouldn’t fall. Grace!Reader makes an offside comment before smiling awkwardly.

Grace!Reader introduces themselves while still being scruffed by Rodimus; they make a science pun here and there, before being put down on the giant mech’s shoulder, but after a while, the bots one by one started leaving and Rodimus was forced to place Grace!Reader on the nearby table with the other humans. Magnus approaches briefly and tells Grace!Reader to look after them while the bots have a… chat. The human mock salutes and Magnus nods before retreating to another room.

So, Grace!Reader and the rest of the humans, plus Sari, talk between eachother, sharing stories, doing small talk, or simply sitting in silence with one another.

Then, one of the curious kids, most likely Miko, ask how Grace!Reader got on board on the Lost Light in the first place.

Grace!Reader simply replies with: “Got sent to space against my will to try and descover a cure for our Solar system’s dying sun. It was supposed to be a one-way mission, one where I wasn’t supposed to survive. But hey, I’m not dead yet. So that’s something.”

Cue the “Oh what the fuck, that’s messed up.” Along with a lot of hidden cassette bots also going “What the frag, that’s messed up.”

And then cue the bots in the meeting room also going “What the frag, that’s messed up.” As Rodimus tells the story on how the only human in the Lost Light got on board.

I want to read the novel.

And you know what? With what limited spoilers I got by the editing community, I will bring you:

Gender-neutral Grace! Reader that got rescued casually telling the Lost Light crew that they were sent to find a cure (???) for their solar system’s dying sun, and that they were definitely going to die in the process.

Cue the shocked Autobots wondering how humanity could be so cruel to someone so unwilling.

Gender-neutral Grace! Reader waving off their worries with “I found a friend along the way, someone that gave me bravery. It was all worth it in the end, even though I won’t ever return to Earth or see my friend in a long time. I guess that being dragged kicking and screaming was worth it.”

Rung peeks his head from the corner with a data pad in hand, ready to have another patient to give therapy to.

I JUST WANT TO WRITE A FATHER PETER PARKER AND COMIC MAY “MAYDAY” PARKER! READER DUO BEING SENT TO THE TRANSFORMERS PRIME DIMENSION WHY CANT I DO THAT?! ITS A PEAK IDEA, AND MY BRAIN DOESN’T WANT TO COOPERATE.

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Codexa!reader is oblivious. Not naive, just socially oblivious. She’s been cooped up by herself in her previous life, only going outside when she remembered to buy groceries. Her social battery is nonexistent and her social skills is down in the depths of Unicron. She had her nieces and nephews, but striking up a conversation with a child was much easier than striking up a conversation with an adult. Therefore, when Codexa!reader woke up in a mechanical body, she was completely lost. Talking with Orion was proven difficult for her at first, to the point that she only spoke in short sentences, which confused Orion to no end.

(Orion learned to deal with it. He knew there was something wrong with his mentor, but he couldn’t put a digit on it. So he decided to let her be.)

Now, besides having problems talking with everything and everyone, Codexa!reader… uh– did not develop the social skills to know when someone is hitting on her? In her defense, she’s old, and she doesn’t expect to get hit on. Literally thinks a bot is being nice just for the sake of being nice (even though that’s probably rare on Cybertron???), and Orion cant help but look at the scene in bewilderment. Hey, just because Codexa!reader is a old frame does not mean that she isn’t sweet underneath. Ppfft…

Two friends waking up as cogless versions of Termagax and Terminus in the Transformers One universe, after dying being shot. They both lay low working as miners before meeting D-16. Then decide to become mentors/parental figures in order to change his fate. Because there has to be at least one timeline where D-16 doesnt go rogue with rage, right?

Bonus points if the duo were criminals in another life and taught D-16 how to pick locks, smuggle objects from other bots, or being persuasive while lying/covering tracks. Extra points if they both make D-16 doubt about Sentinel’s reign while being subtle about it. Also give D-16, IDW Megatron’s passion for writing.

(Not proofread.)

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You were one born from a human sacrifice. Your parent, if you could call them that, wanted someone to share their knowledge with, and who else than a being made of their own twisted body?

With two human sacrifices, the bones from dead animals, the blood of a bird and the essence of the unknown, the god made you. Your body always shifted and contorted under the cloak you were gifted, tendrils curled close to the body as you stalked the cultists that helped your parent give you life.

This life eventually bored you. You, with your unlimited knowledge, knew that there was more in the outside world: cities, jobs, dubious foods filled with chemicals, cheesy love novels… it made you want to explore it all.

Your curiosity for humanity made you migrate to the closest city in order to understand everyday human stuff (walking, talking, making connections, eating, etc.), and fit in without being found out.

You thought you were doing fine, until your next door neighbors, an attractive middle aged couple, took notice of your strange behavior. It was mostly the smell of rot emitting from your apartment. You needed human sacrifices once in a while to survive, and you tend to forget to clean up for yourself. Taking note of your mistake, you get rid of the mess and hope that the couple next door don’t go in with a complain.

They didn’t, thankfully. But instead of shrugging their shoulders and going about their business, they get even more curious. Both were very observant, it annoyed you at first, but after a while you got used to their suspicious glances (you once thought of using them as sacrifices, but decided against it as punishment for your own recklessness). It didn’t scare you, you could take over the city willy-nilly or eat them, but then it wouldn’t suit the ‘morality’ most decent humans had.

You just to lay low, and clean after yourself. Piece of cake, methinks.

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( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) Fun idea: Transformers, but it’s a slice of life anime and each character has a job at a local cafe, diner or large company. But one day, other continuities somehow manage to travel to this world by mistake, and so the others have to deal with eachother.

Now, to make this a reader insert (because this blog is dedicated to reader insert) I will add all three readers: Female Reader, Male Reader and Gender Neutral Reader. The readers will be either siblings to certain mechs, or, close friends who help the other versions accommodate.

– Female Reader is fiery and not afraid to bite back, she’ll make sure the more rowdy bots are always in line.

– Male Reader is nurturing and kind. Now, don’t take this kindness of his for granted, he’s not here to people please.

– Gender Neutral Reader is quiet and observant, they won’t say anything out loud, but they know everything. It’s easy for them to read a bot like an open book.

It’s recommended by the “tame” other half –this au to the others– not to test their luck against the Reader siblings, as they won’t take slag from neither.

This is a soft-body au, or, as I would like to call it, android au. it’s pretty much Transformers but remove the transforming part; the heads remain the same, while the body mimics a human body. I like the idea of the characters wearing pretty outfits to mirror their personality…. Same goes for the readers, I can’t resist. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Anyways, that’s all!

But why is he waking you up to go shopping for uniforms? And why does he sound softer than he’s depicted?

Is this some sort of dumb dream that your brain decided to make or– ow! Nope, the pain is real, you are SO not dreaming!

And as you look into the vanity, you quickly realize that– haha, you may be stuck here. Great, note the sarcasm.

… But hey—

It could be worse, right? It’s not like a pink screen is going to pop up into your peripheral vision and tell you to romance some guys and girls–

“Ello!”

ARE YOU FUCKING–

Transformers AU

Codexa!reader

(Very short)

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(Eyes Without a Face– Billy Idol)

When your child passed away during childbirth, you never knew peace. Sleepless nights spent alone inside the nursery made just for them, crying. You despised whatever god that forced your child to part from you so soon, loss making you go into spiraling depression. So many missed meals made you slim, dehydrated, and quite sickly. The house was neglected, dust piling up everywhere, even the task of throwing out the trash felt impossible.

You would’ve been dead if it weren’t for your sister stepping in when you almost hit the fan. You were thankful now, truly, but during that time of darkness you felt almost annoyed at her desire to help you (you wished to perish in your own pity). You were doing better now, of course there are times when you still forget to eat, or still cry at the nursery during the night, but compared to back then, it was an improvement.

The kids visited more often, nieces and nephews of yours that belonged to your sister or your cousin, they made you feel sane. They always talked about their favorite TV shows, foods they liked; they even made you drawings! You always had to catch yourself from crying in front of them, magnetizing the drawings on the fridge afterwards.

Those were the youngest kids however, the oldest of the bunch, a seventeen year old, always hanged out with you when the younger ones were napping (He didn’t like loud noise). This one was more soft-spoken, using an inside voice rather than exclaiming, even when speaking of their interest: Transformers. This boy got you interested, the story, the characters… what you were interested most was the tragedy of each character (especially Optimus Prime) doomed by the narrative. It was… sad, yes, but it was realistic by your standards.

“The thing is that Optimus had a mentor, not Alpha Trion, but a femme by the name of Codexa. She was head Archivist, if I remember correctly, and was a sort of mother figure to Optimus.”

He rambled on and on, mentioning characters that were never revealed in the show, or ever rarely appeared. You knew the basics thanks to him, but…

“If she is that important to Optimus Prime, then why isn’t she mentioned more often outside of the comics?” You asked curiously.

The boy shrugs in reply.

Hm.

Interesting.

Truly…

Interesting.

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Heh…

How long has it been?

You’re starting to forget their faces.

Their names.

You still try to cling to memories.

What a pity.

It’s not your decision to do so, you know?

You’re not supposed to be here.

You’re dead.

Collapsed after your family left.

Maybe all that crying’s finally gotten into your heart, hm?

And as you open your eyes, you can see the blurry figure of a familiar bot. He doesn’t look like what you remember; he looked younger,

More naive and curious.

Worried.

Why was he worried?

“… Codexa?”

“Optimus…?”

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(I had this short thing rotting in my drafts. I’m quite rusty when it comes to writing; it’s been a long time.)

(Also this is not proofread.)

@mysticasrandomhorde

Since she was depressed for a long time, her family always visited with their children to cheer her up. It might rub off the wrong way to the audience, but Codexa!reader actually got much more cheerful when the kids came to visit (younger cousins, nieces, nephews, etc). Taking care of others peoples kids was her way of coping with the loss of her own child.

And when Codexa!reader passed away because of heart related problems (people can actually die of heart break) and woke up as Codexa, she decided to go against her original fate in order to stay with Optimus Prime.

(Codexa!reader learned about Transformers thanks to one of the kids, that’s why she feels maternal towards Orion Pax/Optimus Prime, despite the bot being an old ass mech in most media. In the end, the hole in her heart got filled with the desire to form and share a family bond with the leader of the autobots, which lead to a successful mother and son relationship between both Codexa!reader and Optimus Prime.)

(Also, if the human kids get involved into the plot, you best believe Codexa!reader will be a mama hen to them as well. Maybe even become a grandma-figure, because of that one panel in the Skybound comics with Optimus and Bumblebee. If yk, yk. Also, Codexa!reader is quite old by born cybertronian and human standards, so for the kids she would be more like a sweet grandmother towards them.)

(AND even though Codexa!reader has Orion Pax/Optimus Prime to fill the hole in her spark, she will take a while to heal, mental scars are much deeper than physical scars, after all; she won’t heal miraculously in one day.)

Codexa!reader doesn’t want to to bond with Cybertron. As much as she would like to finally rest eternally in whatever form of the afterlife she believes in, she wants to be there for her unofficially adopted son. There must be a reason why she was reborn again in another body, she had to defy fate, right?

She knows that the original Codexa chose to bond with Cybertron, becoming immersant, and never being mentioned again in the comics. Even though immersant bots can emerge again, the war would make it almost impossible to do so safely, methinks.

(Codexa was probably dead by that time, since Optimus didn’t recognized her voice when he came to visit one last time.)

Codexa!reader will do the opposite. Optimus had to deal with the pressure of being leader in every iteration, she wants him to know that he can lean on her if he needs to. Don’t worry Orion Optimus, your mom mentor will be with you in this universe. She will make sure she holds on long enough to be with him and develop a bond with him.

And if something happened to her on the way, she hopes she’s done enough to let her son know how much she loved him.

(Optimus will not let her go in this au. He’s been selfless most of his life, his only selfish act will be to be next to his mom mentor for as long as she’ll let him. Primus forbids if someone hurts Codexa!reader.)

This is not proofread.

(This is not proofread.)

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Before the war, Megatron was nothing. He was a slave, an easily replaceable piece inside a much bigger machine. He wished for freedom, he craved for rights, and he wanted the system that screwed him over turn to slag and mold into something new. Of course, this was just a dream, a lucid dream, something he knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon.

Or at least, that is what he thought.

After the creation of his sparkling, this feeling emerged again. He didn’t want them to suffer like he did. The sparkling deserved to run around freely, not mine until their gears ached. He felt like he had to do something, and as he looked around at the tired bots surrounding him, he thought: “They all deserve freedom.”

His offspring was the final push to make him revolt. Megatron already had that small ember festering inside his spark, but when he realized that life wasn’t worth living like this, he became bold. He became aware. And he rebelled.

His offspring was a child when he fought, and a fresh young adult when he turned to the dark side. Megatron offered them a place at his side, but was shocked when they defied and opposed him.

“Sire, you are becoming the very thing you swore to destroy! Why are you doing this? You know it isn’t right!” His child exclaimed, their blue optics sharp as they stood against him.

He wasn’t the same mech his child knew. Even as they protested against his actions, he continued to do worse. Eventually, they gave up, and faked their death. Megatron, although evil at a glance, was saddened, even though he wouldn’t show it. That sadness eventually turned to anger, and that anger was used to create the war.

While the war waged, his kin lingered. They helped the wounded left to die in the battlefield, and those who died never to return were given proper burials. The kin made sure that they were never spotted, as it could blow their cover.

They managed to do their self acclaimed job well, until it all abruptly stopped.

The bodies weren’t piling up anymore, the autobots were tranquil; the decepticons themselves ceased to exist, or at least remained hidden.

They wanted to know what was going on, in return, they got what they wanted. Unfortunately it came in the form of a bittersweet reunion, and a painful wound to the side.

Hurt and without communication, they expected to die; not to be saved by a wacky red and yellow mech with too much swagger and hidden insecurity. It was awkward when the captain stepped in the ship with them in tow. There was a prolonged optic contact between blue optics and red optics. Even as they were being carried to medbay, Megatron’s optics lingered with surprise, hurt, and shock.

He came to visit once they were properly taken cared of. He shuffled awkwardly on his pedes, while his now fully grown sparkling was observing the ground with much interest.

Eventually, one spoke up, “You woke from your stupor.” They say, referring to waking up from his want of power.

The other sighed. “It was due.” He admitted shamefully.

“At least you’re back. I say I owe you an explanation.”

“And I… owe you an apology.”

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Aaaaand that’s all!

(Maybe put a little romantics side plot, it not being the main focus, but it being there one or two episodes per month or year. Definitely because I don’t want to romance TFOne Alpha Trion specifically, and thinking that two old bots in love is funny.)

(Also bonus mama’s boy Optimus. That poor dude needs his mom.)