Rating: Teen
Warnings: mentions of injury/insinuated death
Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky subordinate
D is for Deception
Your intakes fill with smoke as you struggle through the smoldering wreckage, vents sputtering and failing. Declining vitals flash across your HUD, and you grimace as you are faced with the severity of your condition.
Pressurization dropping - energon levels: 76%… 74%...70%
Ventilation systems: offline
Functionality: 53%
Assessment: severe damage to upper right quadrant
-plating separation
-fuel lines ruptured
-bearing dislocation
Stasis induction was imminent if you didn’t find help soon, and considering the state of your surroundings, you had doubts that anyone in the immediate vicinity was in any condition to be treating others.
A figure appeared through the curtains of black smoke that surrounded you, and hope fluttered in your spark as the outline became a familiar silhouette. Waving, you called out. “Over here!”
The Decepticon figurehead stepped through the flames that continued to lick at the rubble, followed shortly thereafter by a handful of his other subordinates. They stopped shy of you, and his red optics fell upon your prone frame in a leisurely, sweeping glance.
Something… didn’t feel right. Why weren’t they helping you? “Please, my Lord… I need aid.”
The words draw his attention back to your face, and he smiles. It’s an odd mixture of pity and something sinister, and it makes your spark waver a little.
“My apologies. It was not my intent to cause you undue suffering. I’d assumed the initial blast would offline you instantly.”
Your optics narrow into pinpricks as the implications of his words sink in.
“I must say, I’m impressed by your fortitude.”
Shaking your helm slowly as you attempt to process what is happening, you stammer, “Wh… why? I don’t understand… I gave so much for you… for the cause!”
The imposing mech rolled a spiked pauldron, shifting his immense weight as he stepped ever closer. “Simply put, your usefulness to me has run out, and you have become a liability. I cannot afford liabilities.”
Your vitals continue to flash, your state growing ever more dire as you attempt to push yourself away from him, but with only one functioning servo, it’s nearly impossible. The dead weight of your useless arm makes the struggle all the more difficult, and when you look up and see him standing directly over you… you know there’s no escaping.
“You lied to me.”
He grins, and the cannon on his arm hums to life as he takes aim. The heat of it sears your face, but you dare not look away as he positions himself over your mangled frame.
“Nothing personal… I hope you understand.”
There is something terribly wrong with me for enjoying this lunatic so much…
... but it's such a good song...
I'm going to kill Tailgate if he plays "We Don't Talk About Bruno" one. more. time.
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Sweet little bean.
Megatronus: It would be nice to change the world, you know?
Orion Pax: ... For the better?
Megatronus: ...
Orion Pax: ...
Megatronus: ...
Orion Pax: Answer me.
Above all else, be safe, however you need to. With so much going on in the world at this time there is no shame in doing what you need to do to survive.
Hugs to you all!!
Happy TDOV, now more than ever 🩵🩷🤍
Yes it can...
June Darby x Arcee can be called Arby's
Rating: T
Warnings: suggestive content
Megatron/AFAB Human Reader in which you find yourself the subject of his not-so-secret scrutiny
Megatron was not someone who could be described as discreet. Apart from his immense size and commanding presence - which in and of themselves made him impossible to ignore - his mannerisms were deliberate and unapologetic. You didn't think words like uncertain, embarassed, or bashful existed for him.
However, despite all these things, you were still surprised to catch him staring very openly at your tits one nondescript Thursday afternoon. It was a warm day, so you'd opted for a tanktop. It was form fitting without being overly tight, molding to the shape of your bust, and - as tanktops tended to do - exposed a fair bit of skin. The neckline, while not entirely scandalous, revealed at least two inches of cleavage... which was two inches more than you were suddenly comfortable with.
Snagging the top of your shirt, you pulled it up and over the soft swell of your breasts, hiding the inviting valley between them. His stare didn't waver, though he did narrow his optics as though the action displeased him. Alarmed that he had yet to look away, you cleared your throat loudly and pointedly, flustered blush turning into one of anger when even that did nothing to deter him.
"Can I help you?!"
Where you scrounge up the courage to call him out you'd never know, but the temporary adrenaline rush you got from doing so turns to complete shock when he finally does meet your gaze. The initial eye contact is jarring, despite the fact that that you've been on the receiving end of it before, but it's the slow smirk that creeps it's way across his fang filled mouth that really makes your heart rate double.
He offers no explanation, nor does he appear remorseful. If anything, he seems almost pleased with himself that he's caught you so off guard.
Your position as liaison has offered you the opportunity to work with several Cybertronians over the past year, and while you felt you had a pretty clear read on most of them, Megatron remained an unknown. Regardless of the terms placed and agreed upon by both factions that allowed this tenuous alliance to exist, there was no denying his predatory nature, and the healthy dose of caution that accompanied your meetings with him.
"Nervous?" he drawled. His tone was even, calculaing. His vivid red optics never left you as the exchange occurred, noting your reactions, weighing them. "I had thought we were past that point?"
Willing your hands not to shake, you clasp them behind you, regretting it when you realize the action has pushed your bust outward, drawing his stare once again. You reply with equal parts professionalism and snark, "Past the need for awkward greetings and pointless niceties perhaps, but not so familiar as to forego all sense of decorum, Lord Megatron."
He laughed a little at that. "And yet - given our positions - I suspect we will become far more... familiar with one another, in due time."
You had been ever present for the gradual shift in his feelings toward humankind, watching disdain morph into acceptance and then into begrudging intrigue. This newest change suggested far less 'grudge' and far more 'intrigue'... and you weren't quite sure which made you more anxious. His initial ire... or his current interest.
And it had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the fact that this new development inspired unexpected reactions in you.
Opting not to reply to his obvious goad, you pry your eyes away from his, finding a very interesting spot to inspect on the wall to your right. You feel his gaze linger like a smoldering weight, and while you were never a gambler, you'd be willing to wager just about anything that if you did chance a look back in his direction, his optics would still be fixated to some of your more... feminine attributes.
'The heat in your cheeks is just indignation,' you tell yourself.
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A lot of you lovely folks seem to enjoy the Knockout/Breakdown oneshot, so just wanted to post this again. I dont care what series it's from. Even if im not familiar, I'll research that shit. Even your most unhinged pairings! Don't care if it's unheard of - I'm open to a challenge!!!
Taking requests!
I am looking to do more writing in the Transformers fandom and would love to try a variety of themes, series, characters, pairings, etc. Not limited to mutuals, anyone can request (yes even anon requests will be taken). Keep in mind these will be oneshots - unless the chemistry is right and my brain decides a oneshot won't do.
Nothing is off the table as of yet, NSFW content, dark themes, etc. If I am uncomfortable with a topic or particular kink I will dm the sender to discuss (unless it's done under anon, in which case my hands are a bit tied)
Requests should/could include:
Character(s) you want featured (if it's for an OC please give me physical descriptions and personality, or direct me to a page that contains this information)
Pairings
Series (IDW, TFO, TFA, etc)
Specific topic or scenario you want covered
If you're looking for spice, please indicate the level of spice
Anything you might NOT want included (triggers)
Again, this is just for fun. Just a writer wanting to dabble in areas of the fandom I may not have dabbled in otherwise.
(This is essentially going to stay open indefinitely unless I get flooded - unlikely - and need to pause until I can catch up).