Transformers One - Blog Posts

Not Without Cost

giving up on you

Song: That’s All

when orion became optimus and immediately got that aching sadness in his eyes you can see in every other version of him i cant do this

So I watched tf one...

Birth of a star killer

TFONE memes pt2

D-16 likes his personal space. And so does Bee.

Mute B-127 AU: The Aftermath part 4 (TW: Gore)

What is Bee doing here? Why does his face look like that? All will be explained in the next update, so stay tuned! :> And if you still have any questions, check out the notes under the cut!

Part 9 of the "Mute B-127 AU" comic series! I wasn't sure if a trigger warning was needed, but I figured better safe than sorry.

And finally, the update is done! It always takes me longer than I assume, thank you so much for your patience <3 The next one is going to have to be in some while, I have a friend visiting so I won't be drawing for a few days. Expect it somewhen at the end of the month.

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Notes:

So, I am not sure if it's possible for a Transformer to NOT know chirolinguistics, but in this AU it's a skill you can learn. And Elita never bothered to do it. Ratchet would know it, to communicate with patients, and I think Orion and D-16 would just learn it for fun, to talk to each other :3

I struggled a lot with the wound on Bee's face. Firstly, I needed to make it look treated, and on the Transformers case I figured it would be something like welding together pieces of metal. Secondly, I used a human skull reference - and obviously that may not be accurate for Transformers. This is just the best I could do!

And about Elita's reaction - she was already shocked about Bee's voice, seeing him now, like this, also added to confusion, and guilt, and it was all too much for her. She run, to probably destroy something. Because... how can she face Bee? Why would he even want to see her? She doesn't consider herself his friend, not after what happened- and how she couldn't prevent it.

a screamer

Sketch I traced over and tidied up :D

❗MAJOR SPOILERS❗ for Transformers One

Наш перший в житті едіт, чішо...

Так, пісня називається шоквейв 😭

So I've been thinking...

After watching Transformers One with my mother, I noticed something about Orion and D-16. There's an inherent tragedy to their characters. Like we all know the tragedy that is D-16's rise into Megatron, but I notice we seldom ever talk about Orion's fall into Optimus. Hear me out. Orion's entire arc is about Choice. He wants to be able to be more than a miner, he wants to choose his path and continues to make choices that are against protocol. Each choice he makes causes harm to those around him: His choice to save Jazz inadvertently caused Elita to be fired and thrown to waste disposal, His choice to run the Iacon-5000 with D-16 winds up in himself and D to be thrown into sub-level 50 where no one even knows that it exists, His choice to find the matrix on the surface winds up putting his friends into danger, them realizing their life was a lie, and starts D-16's full crash-out. Now these choices are both good and bad ones, I'm not going to deny that, but it does end up shifting on him and mirroring how D-16 goes from complacency to making his own choices. Each choice D makes, robs Orion of a choice as well.. just as Orion's choices often did the same. And what's worse is that after D-16 kills Orion and sends him off into the planet's core, he has effectively robbed Orion of any choice in the future. While D-16 gets to choose to kill Sentinel, gets to choose to take Megatronus' cog back, gets to choose a new name for himself... Orion gets none of these choices. Orion didn't choose to be shot by his best friend, he didn't choose to fall into the core of the planet, he didn't get the choice to accept or refuse the matrix of leadership, and he didn't even get to choose his name. Orion has been thrust into this duty, this responsibility. He has no choice in the matter. Optimus had no say in who he wanted to be, but he does choose something else. He chooses to fight for others to have that choice, and I think that's something neat. Anyways! Blah right? Haha, just another everyday ramble. Goodnight folks!!

What if B-127 DID lose his voice in the movie

Been watching the movie and this thought came to me

:3

What if… B-127 did lose his voice in the movie?

What if… it wasn’t Megatron who took his voice?

What if… Sentinel was the one who took his voice?

When B-127 and D-16 were captured by Sentinel. They were mocked at by Sentinel and when D-16 talked back to him and Sentinel was about to hurt him, Bee stepped in…

He yelled at Sentinel to stop and that he was a monster, that everyone will know what he is. A false Prime and that they will tell everyone.

Sentinel laughs at him, saying who will believe them?

Believe him? Over the mighty Sentinel Prime?

Ha, what a joke!

Bee doesn’t care, he will tell anyone and everyone no matter if they believe him. Because if someone believes him, just one. Cog less or not, someone will.

Sentinel hearing this, does realize that can happen. Even if Bee isn’t the one who does it, it could be someone of the high guard, or someone else who could find out about what Sentinel has been doing.

So… Sentinel decides to… send a message, show them what will happen if they even think about telling someone, it’s a message to everyone in that room.

Sentinel agrees with Bee, that someone could believe him or anyone else that found out, so he’ll make sure that doesn’t happen…

a precaution you could say.

Sentinel grabs B-127 by the throat raising him above the ground.

D-16, watching this happen, his rage is replaced with fear… for B-127. He yells at Sentinel,

“Stop! What you doing!! Let him go!!!”

B-127 is terrified, he’s frantically asking what Sentinel is doing as he struggles against his hold.

“I’m making sure that you or anyone else can say anything about what you know, because you’re right someone might believe you… and I can’t let that happen.”

Sentinel stabs his hand into Bee’s throat. Sparks fly everywhere as Bee lets out a blood curdling scream, begging for him to stop, his voice glitching in and out in pain.

D-16 screams at Sentinel, begging him to stop.

Before he didn’t care if he got hurt but now Bee is taking the fall for him.

D-16 didn’t want this to happen, the only reason this is happening is because Bee wanted to make sure D-16 didn’t get hurt.

And it worked, it worked all too well.

This feeling of pain feels like it will a thousand cycles… all Bee wants is for the pain to stop, this pain is nothing like anything he’s ever experienced.

Sentinel pulls out Bee’s voice box, sparks fly everywhere as he holds it in his hands.

Sentinel smirks, crushing it in his hands. Dropping B-127 to the ground.

“This, is what will happen to those who don’t know how to keep their mouth shut.”

“Bee!!! Are you okay? Bee?!”

B-127 tries to talk to D-16, but what comes out is painful noises of what used to be his voice.

“Come on Bee, say something!!”

Silence…

When D-16 first met Bee, he wished for silence…

While traveling with him to find the Matrix, he wished for silence…

When captured by the high guard, he wished for silence…

But now… all D-16 wanted was to hear his voice…

The silence he wished for was far louder than when Bee talked for hours.

The silence had never been so loud before….

•w• 🐝

I know I said in my post that the miners used to have a long-running bet about whether Orion Pax and D-16 would go through Conjunx Endura or Amica Endura ritual. And it's too funny to not elaborate.

The bet happens among miners on the same floor as Orion and Dee in the miner dormitory. The two are easy to recognize because:

Dee is known to be one of the best miners,

Orion is known to get into trouble first thing in the morning (as shown by the annoyed "Again" by one of the background characters when he landed on the train), and

they're always seen together.

Now, on to the bet. It started as a joke:

Some think Dee could do better for a mate and bet on Amica Endura (a bot can dream).

Others believe there's a reason Dee still hangs out with Orion even when Orion doesn't care about getting into trouble and bets on Conjunx Endura.

Jazz bets 3 to 1 that whichever ritual, it's Dee who would initiate first because he has a "more steady rhythm" than Orion's beat.

Elita-1, even if she's not in the same dormitory floor, knows about the bet because they're on the same team. She retorted it would be a million years before something ever happens between those two gobots.

Prowler thinks they'd eventually separate due to differences but doesn't bet. Sadly, this happened, which would've ended the bet.

But when the war with the Decepticons came, the bet was forgotten. They know Dee. They can't joke about it anymore, knowing he became their strongest enemy now.

But, oh, after MILLIONS of years, the Autobots and Decepticons are coming home to Cybertron for a common cause. The peace agreement was tentative at best. But slowly, they began adapting a pattern of norm.

Then, the autobot who had kept the record of bets stumbled upon their old belongings.

It only took one mention to the other Autobots before the stupid bet came back with full force on their now co-leaders.

B-127, now Bumblebee, finds out about the bet and says he bets they would be happy either way. (It's a wonder he hadn't accidentally blabbed it to Optimus yet)

Ratchet finds out about the bet. With a disapproving air, he declares, "I bet Optimus Prime would do the wise thing and go through Amica Endura first—is what I would say but knowing him..." he slaps a couple of shanix on the table, "20 to 1 odds he'd proposed first to that buckethead."

Optimus Prime felt a difference in their political meetings where they have to negotiate with Megatron and the Decepticons but he appreciates the newfound interest.

The Decepticons caught on to the bet.

Starscream surprisingly refuses to participate, but jeers that he bets Optimus would die from some self-sacrificial shit and Megatron would die from loneliness 3 cycles later.

The lull of the end of the Decepticon meetings are subtly taken as opportunity by some Seekers to know what's Megatron's thoughts on commitment.

Megatron is suspicious that they're up to something, but as long as they keep their nose cones clean, there wouldn't be any repurcussions.

(I'm sorry I'm not as familiar with other Autobots and Decepticons. Feel free to say what you'd think said characters would bet on👍)

The Consort of Peace

A Wang Zhaojun Megop AU

[Part 1]

On horseback playing winds and strings headed to Yin Mountain.

Orion watched through the gap in the sliding door behind which he stayed securely hidden as he entered Sentinel Prime’s throne room. He approached Iacon’s emperor with, who the hidden concubine assumed to be, two of his commanders. To his left a broad-chested attendant, his faceplate hidden behind a thick iron mask and his optics concealed by a pair of burning red visors. His emotions unseen and unreadable unlike the other attendant flanking him. A shorter crimson seeker with a devilish yet self-assured grin resting on his lips, as if this was all a mere shadow play to him.

Orion observed with bated breath as he and his retinue knelt down before Sentinel Prime while looking straight at the gold-and-blue coloured emperor, never averting his glance even once. An act of utter audacity and disrespect like that would usually lead to direct imprisonment at best or execution at worst and yet… His red optics glared at Sentinel as if he were trying to say “Try me. I dare you”.

The concubine had heard and read many stories of him over the years. He was known by many names and titles. The barbarian, the tyrant, the invader, the grey nightmare, the one who dwells on the planet’s surface, the ruthless Deception leader.

Megatron.

"I am pleased to see you, Megatron.” Sentinel greeted the visitor with a sickly sweet smile that was about as authentic as the jade pearls he had gifted to one of his lower ranking concubines earlier that day “So you have decided to take me up on my gracious offer for peace?”

“Don’t pat yourself on the back too much, Sentinel.” Megatron retorted.

No honorific, no title of Prime added at the end. Addressing the emperor only by his first name. Orion thought, a servo placed over his mouth in shock over the visitor’s shameless temerity. The tyrant must either be stupid, blissfully unaware to court manners or view Sentinel Prime beneath himself. Or an unhealthy combination of all three.

"We both know that you would happily attack, chase and terrorise me and my men for another hundred vorns if it weren’t for…”

The Decepticon leader continued, a whirring servo reaching towards his masked attendant, his optics still fixated on the emperor. Orion squinted as he saw the barbarian’s cobalt follower gently hand his lord… something. Something that shone bright and clearly with the colour of freshly mined energon.

“… this!” Megatron continued where he had left off. A tiny, almost unnoticed smirk forming in the corners of the grey mech’s mouth as he was now proudly presenting the mystery-thingamabob right into Sentinel Prime’s face.

Datapads?

Orion’s brow ridges furrowed as he saw Sentinel Prime’s entire frame stiffen and his eyes bulgen at the sight of the datapads.

Is the barbarian… blackmailing the emperor?

Orion, now even more intrigued than before, pressed his face plate against the sliding door’s gap in hopes to get a better look at the happenings inside the throne room.

The emperor shot up from his seat grabbing the datapads in the Decepticon leader’s servo before plummeting down onto the dragon throne once again. Sentinel Prime’s blown optics flicked rapidly over the datapads’ contents, his lips pressed together into a thin line, yet Orion could have sworn he saw them quiver nervously ever so slightly.

“Heh… So you truly have kept these books from me for all these millennia. But…” Sentinel tossed the datapads back at Megatron’s peds “There is no way these are all of the books. Right?”

“The motherload is securely with my men on the surface of Cybertron. What? You didn’t seriously believe I’d bring every single one of these books with me to our peace treaty talks, did you Prime?” The invader spat the emperor’s title out like it was an insult, his optics glowering at the imperial mech with flaming yet unspoken hate.

Sentinel’s servos gripped the arm rest of his throne tightly at Megatron undermining his intelligence, returning an equally hate-filled scowl at the tyrant. Orion was certain he heard a tiny crack of the throne’s arm rests getting dented by the sheer force of Sentinel’s clutches. The Prime clenched his optics shut and took a deep breath. His grip finally showed some mercy upon the poor throne and that sham of a smile returned to the emperor's facial plate.

"Of course not, esteemed guest of mine." Sentinel Prime chirped "In fact, I would prefer it if you kept these books with you on the planet surface. Far, far, far away from any prying eyes and most importantly from the eyes of Iacon’s citizens."

"You want us to keep the books? I am surprised you are not ordering me and my men to hand them over to you in a nice bow so you can personally burn every last one of them." The barbarian answered, a brow ridge raised in scepticism.

"This is a peace treaty meeting, is it not?" Sentinel Prime answered nonchalantly, his chin resting on one of his servos "Meaning, in order to find an agreement we both have to make some sacrifices and compromises. For the sake of peace." the word peace rolling off Sentinel's tongue like honey. As if the uttering the mere word were an irresistable bait used by hunters to catch their prey.

"Very well. So we keep these" Megatron picked up one of the datapads again tauntingly waving it infront of Sentinel "as far away from the people of Iacon, if and only if you keep your armies just as far away from our territory."

"The planet surface you mean?" Sentinel perked up.

"Yes. You let me and my people wander the planet surface in peace. No more wars. No more random military campaigns. No more displacements." Megatron growled.

"And what about you?" Sentinel flung back, helm still lazily draped over his servo, gleeming at the visitors with half lidded optics. Seemingly treating these peace talks like a boring chore. But for all Orion knew this might be nothing but show and calculated acting by the emperor to either put the barbarian and his entourage 'in their place' or to get a rise out of them.

The tyrant's torso straightened, his optics shooting straight back at the emperor.

"What about us?"

"Don't act so naive. Everyone knows about you and your men raiding the mining villages close to the planet's surface. There is no way of gathering energon up in that wasteland you call home. So you attack these poor workers and rid them of their hard mined for energon. If I stop my military campaigns towards you, will you end the raids against these innocent commoners?"

Megatron just waved the datapads in front of Sentinel's face once more his optics never once breaking their gaze from the emperor as he watched the colour drain from the Prime's facial plates like it was a game to him.

"Alright, you make a fair argument." Sentinel hissed, clicking his glossa "But keep the raids to an absolute minimum. Or these miners will demand for their emperor to take more 'direct actions' against you surface dwellers."

"Very well." Megatron huffed, his mind already thinking of alternative ways to provide his men with enough energon.

"Very well indeed!" Sentinel echoed as one of his drones handed him a new datapad - the peace treaty document, Orion assumed.

"Just sign right at the bottom of this document, and this peace treaty will come straight into effect." Sentinel declared, his perfectly rehearsed smile growing even bigger as he tried to hand the charter-manuscript to Megatron.

"Not. So. Fast." Megatron exclaimed, pushing the datapad away from himself "I need proof."

"Proof? Proof for what?" Sentinel asked, his voice breaking, clearly annoyed at the tyrant dragging this meeting out further.

“I need you to prove that you are serious about this peace treaty. I need physical confirmation that you will not turn around and break it the second i get up to leave this room. So I demand you give up something dear and precious to you."

"A collateral. You are asking me for a collateral." Sentinel clarified.

"I am." Megatron answered matter of factly like he was simply stating the time.

"Fine, if it keeps you and those accursed books out of my empire. What do you suggest I give you as proof?"

There was a long pause as Megatron mulled over his answer. Orion felt suffocated by the silence that fell over the throne room and the anticipiation.

"One of your beloved concubines." The tyrant finally broke the silence "If you are willing to give up even one of them, then and only then, will I believe your sincerity about this treaty."

humanformers Optimus ideas got me in a chokehold and i had to get it out of my system before i implode--

+bonus comic:

EDIT: i made a post for megs' design

Happy New year everyone!❤️💜

boiling point

Tf one - Somebody That I Used To Know

''But you didn't have to cut me off...''

i think the matrix should be haunted. as a treat <3

bonus:

imagine having thirteen ghosts watching you go through a break up and judging your taste in bfs. nightmare scenario.

Reunited

(TFOne AU)

Sleep alone

"Ah, so he is just a boy."

Prime and Protector (TF One Sentinel Prime) pt. 2

pairing - Sentinel Prime x F!Prime!Reader

summary - Sentinel's bond with you grows stronger

warnings - might turn this into a series, idk, bear with me and my love for this guy

a/n - i enjoyed writing the first part, so have some more of my thoughts on Sentinel's relationship with Prime!You before (italics) and after (normal) becoming sparkmates (i may have forgotten to add a few things to the first one) also i am so sorry for the wait!

"Sentinel."

Sentinel lived for the sound of his name leaving your dermas. He was putty in your servos whenever you called him, always happy to do the most menial task for his pretty Prime.

"Yes, my lady?"

The advisor showed up at your door, eagerly awaiting your command, but you frowned when you saw how tired he was.

"Sentinel, have you had a break?"

"No, my lady. But I can-"

"Go, power down," you ordered, concerned about his health. "Please."

"(Name), Sentinel needs to-"

You glared at Zeta, "He. Needs. A. Break. I will fetch the reports."

Sentinel panicked at that idea, "No, no, I can handle it!"

"My sweet advisor, your pretty wings are drooping. Go power down."

He absolutely did not want to, because he would rather do something for you. He liked being useful to you, liked your praise - the 'pretty wings' comment had his fans working overtime to cool him down. But recharging? He couldn't be useful to you.

You smiled a little at his reluctance, "I'll have more for you to do once you're awake again."

He seemed content with that, and left to go recharge. You turned the other way to go and retrieve the scout's reports, but Zeta Prime's next words stopped you.

"You are too fond of Sentinel."

"And you're not fond enough," you answered, then went on your way.

~

"Sentinel."

Your sparkmate's wings fluttered up from their drooping position when you called him, his mood changing like the flip of a switch.

"Yes, sweetspark?"

You smiled at his new nickname for you, "Can I trouble you?"

"Of course, for you it's no trouble."

Even after becoming sparkmates, Sentinel retained his eagerness to please you. He was at your beck and call, still ready and willing to serve you in any way. If it made you happy, bonus points.

You smiled, "Come and look at the reports and tell me what you think."

He almost didn't believe those words, and gestured to himself, "Me?"

You laughed, "I didn't know there were two Sentinels."

Flustered, he approached you and took a look at the reports. He hadn't expected you to ask for his opinion, because even though that was technically his job the other Primes usually ignored it.

"I don't trust this one," he held up one of the recordings. "I've been there, it's not as overcrowded as this scout makes it out to be."

"Hmmm," you leaned forward. "Take care of it for me?"

"Of course, my lady."

"(Name)!" You called after him.

He chuckled, "Habit."

He returned a while later, looking weary, and you were immediately concerned.

"Sentinel-"

"No!" You snapped at your fellow Prime. "He needs rest." You turned to the advisor, "Did something go wrong?

"The scout did not send that message, my lady," he wiped some Quintesson blood off his shoulder. "I don't think we will be receiving any more communication from him."

"I should have gone myself," you led him to his berthroom.

"No, my la-(Name)," he quickly corrected when you gave him a look. "I was happy to be of service to you."

"I know, but I feel like I sent you into a trap..."

"It was," he admitted, "But I'm here, aren't I?" His wings buzzed a little, hoping for your praise. Hoping you were impressed with his ability to get out of a difficult situation.

"Indeed," you agreed. "But I do not like endangering you."

You were too worried about him to pay him a compliment! That wouldn't do. He brought you closer to him, reassuring you.

"My sword made quick work of them, sweetspark."

Your tension eased, "I suppose that is a comfort. You are very impressive with an equally impressive weapon."

He beamed, glowing under your praise.

"Now rest, Sentinel."

~

Another day out in the field, fighting the Quintessons. Their numbers seemed limitless, as more came every time you felled a few. You grew weary, separated from your Primes in different sections of the battlefield.

Your weariness disappeared when your optics picked out Sentinel in the fight, being overwhelmed.

You obliterated Quintessons in your path as you rushed to assist him. Around you, the other Primes were also weakening, but your focus was solely on your advisor.

"I don't think so."

You grabbed a Quintesson that had been about to attach itself to Sentinel's back, and you tossed it aside before shooting it.

"Thank you, my lady," Sentinel offered you a soft smile, which you returned.

You quickly intercepted another, your armour being scratched by their talon as you threw your arm in front of Sentinel's faceplates, shielding it.

"My lady!"

"Sentinel, it's just a..." You watched him completely demolish that Quintesson, chopping it into far more pieces than necessary. "...scratch."

When you returned to the tower, Sentinel was at your side with a buffer. He was exhausted, quite obviously, but he was eager to fix your "wound".

"Sentinel," you laughed. "It's nothing."

"You got that because of me," he pouted. "Let me fix it."

He was so cute, you couldn't deny him, "Okay."

The scratch in question was smoothed out within minutes, but far from making Sentinel feel silly about it, you smiled at him.

"Where would I be without my trusty caretaker, hmmm?"

His chassis puffed out with pride.

~

*My lady, what happened?!"

Sentinel's panicked voice flooded your audio receptors as two of the High Guard members carried you back into the tower, heavily wounded.

"I'm okay," you flinched. "It was just a bit rougher out there today."

Your sparkmate almost had a spark attack as he analysed your wounds. He called for the best medics, threatening them if they didn't drop what they were doing and come now. You looked so badly hurt, his wings drooped a little.

"Sentinel."

"Mhm?" He looked at you, turning his attention away from the medic.

"I'm okay."

"You are very obviously not, sweetspark," he offered you a small, weak smile despite his worry. "But you will be."

Sentinel had always been sweet toward you, but his sweetness ramped up to a thousand while you were on bedrest. He scurried around doing all your tasks, helping the other Primes AND tending to your every need and want.

"Will you slow down?" You laughed one day as he ran into your berthroom with some energon, almost toppling over.

"You need it!" He protested.

"Sentinel, I'm not going to die."

He huffed.

"Okay, I'm sorry," you chuckled, "Thank you."

He beamed, sitting on your berth and feeding you the cubes. He refused to let you eat on your own, simply because, again, he loved doing things for you.

When you were finally allowed to move around again, the blue-and-gold Cybertronian refused to let you get back to the fight. As your advisor, he couldn't exactly order you around, but as your sparkmate his concern was duly noted and followed.

"I am proud to say I killed over fifty Quintessons today, my lady," he swept into the room, looking pleased with himself. "In your honour, of course."

You smiled, "That's sweet, darling, but it's (Name) or sweetspark to you. But that's impressive, well done."

When you awarded him with a sweet kiss, Sentinel swore his legs wobbled. The praise and the kiss were too much for him, although in a very, very pleasant way.

He still offered to do some of your tasks, to take the load off you. You politely declined, noticing his increased tiredness.

"Sentinel, go recharge."

"But-"

"Recharge."

"Sweetspark~"

"Sentinel."

"...Fine."

He obeyed, but pouted the whole way to your shared berthroom. He was not happy, but hated disobeying you.

Sentinel had been obsessed with you before, but since becoming your sparkmate it had increased tenfold. You could literally say or do anything to this bot and he will take it with a smile on his face. He counts himself lucky that you're sweet to him, not sadistic or cruel like some of the other Primes could be.

"Sentinel."

"Yes?"

"Come here and let me admire your pretty wings."

His faceplates burned, but he obeyed and moved closer. They were sensitive to touch, so he shivered pleasantly when he felt your servos run along them tenderly.

"You are by far Primus's best creation."

He was at a loss for words. You, a Prime, a prestigious and elite creation of Primus, bestowed him with the ultimate compliment. Him, a bot who paled in comparison to your excellence, power, and looks.

"Sweetspark, I fear I am going to malfunction if you say that again."

You chuckled, noticing how flustered he got, "I mean it, you know."

"I disagree," he chuckled, "Primus definitely took a little more time designing you, you're the epitome of perfection my lady."

Your faceplates burned now, "Can't you just take a compliment?!"

He laughed, enjoying how his words impacted you just the way yours impacted him. He quite enjoyed knowing he had such power over you, even if it was just a little. He was content with just that little bit.

~

"Sentinel, are you drunk?"

Zeta's accusation sounded a lot like he had never been in the samr predicament before, which annoyed you. Your advisor was stumbling around, a very cheerful smile on his faceplates. He looked like he had a little too much high grade, but that wasn't something to be punished for.

You'd seen Megatronus and Micronus in far worse states after consuming a little too much high grade.

"Leave him alone, Zeta," you rolled your eyes, catching your advisor before he fell faceplates-first on the floor. "There is reason to celebrate, we are close to winning this war."

Zeta opened his mouth to say something, before Sentinel giggled and teased your leader, "Yeah Zeta, lighten up."

Zeta froze, as did all the Primes in the vicinity, but you just laughed and put a hand in his chassis to steady him. He smiled drunkenly at your laugh, poking your faceplates.

"You're cute when you laugh~"

Your faceplates burned, and you led him away from the other astonished Primes. You took him to his berthroom, as he looked around in awe, like he had never been here before.

"This place is so pretty!"

It was very hard to keep a straight face whenever he spoke, and you allowed yourself to smile in amusement as you helped him lay on his berth.

He was knocked out immediately.

~

Sentinel could control himself around high grade. He had learned from past experiences that he was not to drink too much, even if you encouraged him to enjoy himself.

So he sat back and watched you Primes enjoy yourselves.

You noticed him sitting quietly, patiently, because you were - as usual - excluded from the festivities, even if not on purpose.

"You're oddly quiet," you noted, sitting down next to him.

"Someone has to be responsible here," he muttered bitterly, echoing Zeta's scolding from the last time. He looked tired; his optics were dull and his shoulders were hunched.

"You take such good care of us," you praised him, placing a servo on his shoulder. "You need to take care of yourself too."

"As if they would give me a break."

He wasn't always the cheerful advisor you saw. At times like this, the other Primes had worn him down so much that his energy levels dropped dangerously low, worrying you. They were too careless with your sparkmate, too mindless.

"Rest your optics for a moment," you told him, offering your shoulder. "I'll keep an optic on them."

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he had no energy to. He resigned himself to exhaustion, resting his helm on your shoulder and going offline for a few moments. You sighed contentedly, happy to take some of the load off him.

At least for a little while.

"Sentinel!"

Your sparkmate jerked back online, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He immediately stood up and responded to the call, despite your reluctance to let him go.

"Let me help you."

You found him cleaning up after the other Primes, not even hesitating to assist. He protested, but you refused to listen.

It got done faster, and you were happy to drag him back to your shared berthroom to get some much-needed rest. He tried to fight his exhaustion to spend a little more time with you, but you assured him you'd still be there when he came back online.

You were starting to notice a change in him, a spark of resentment for the other Primes, and it was worrying you despite your shared feelings on the matter.

Prime and Protector (TF One Sentinel Prime)

Pairing - Sentinel Prime x F!Prime!Reader

summary - you're the smallest Prime, and the nicest to Sentinel. the two of you develop a close bond as the other Primes treat you like any other Cybertronian because of your size, and you fall for the only bot who still puts you on a pedestal

warnings - slight angst but mostly fluff, neglect from the Primes, a bit suggestive?

a/n - sorry not sorry, i am obsessed with this maniac

Primes were known to be massive beings, significantly taller than most Cybertronians. It was a symbol of their power and prestige, as well as their leadership over the citizens of Cybertron.

However, there was one Prime who wasn't quite as big.

You were the same height as Sentinel, who wasn't even a Prime, and you had a very slender frame. So you looked like any other Cybertronian, which is why the other Primes often treated you like such. They often left you out, "forgetting" to call you to meetings and you wouldn't even know about half of them if it hadn't been for Sentinel.

"My lady."

You were in your berthroom prepping your weapon for your next encounter with the Quintessons, when Sentinel appeared at your door. He knocked politely, giving you a smile he reserved only for you.

You couldn't help but smile back, being very fond of the advisor, "Come in, Sentinel. I assume there's another meeting?"

"Yes", he nodded, stepping into your berthroom for the first time.

He considered this progress in his relationship with you. You were the nicest of all the Primes, the one who treated him the best. He liked you the most, and maybe that was transitioning into something more...romantic. So you letting him into your berthroom gave him some hope that you at least liked him, if not felt for him what he felt for you.

Maybe one day.

You ex-vented heavily, "Okay. I'll be there soon."

He noticed your apprehension, "Is something the matter?"

It wasn't any of his business, but recently you'd grown a lot closer to him as you grew distant from your fellow Primes.

"I grow weary of my brethren," you admitted to him. "I am practically invisible to them; they don't ever see me."

He responded with something so bold he would never have thought of uttering it in your presence had it not been for you allowing him into your private space.

"I see you."

You offered him a small smile, "I know you do, my sweet advisor."

His words had a much bigger impact on you than he realised, and this was the start of the road to becoming his sparkmate. This was the point at which you realised you saw him as more than an advisor, more than a friend. And even though you held a higher status, you didn't feel ashamed about it.

"You must be exhausted, my lady."

You returned from another skirmish with the invaders, feeling exactly that, to see Sentinel standing outside your berthroom with a plate of fresh energon.

You smiled, and your faceplates heated up at how attentive he was, "Thank you, Sentinel. But you were there too, you should also get some rest."

None of the other Primes would have thought to suggest that he rest as well. And that only made him want to care for you more.

"I insist," he moved the plate closer to you. "Once you are replenished, I will take my leave to...rest." He said that hesitantly, because you both knew the other Primes would just put him back to work.

You offered him a tired smile and beckoned him into your berthroom once again, "Then at least share the energon with me. That's far too much for me alone."

Sentinel was stunned by the offer, and also flustered. For the first time, it was you making his faceplates heat up rather than the other way around.

"Are you sure, my lady?"

"Mhm," you nodded, then laughed, "Oh and please, stop calling me 'my lady'. You can use my name, you know."

"But that would be-"

"I insist," you settled on your berth. "You've earned it."

The permission to use your name made him buzz with excitement, but also nervousness. That seemed almost too kind of you, but then again he was alone with you...in your berthroom...sharing a plate of energon with you.

"Sentinel," you laughed again, "Relax. Sit down."

He didn't realise how tense he was, but as he sat down across from you he felt himself relax. You being so casual around him was, surprisingly, putting him at ease.

Sentinel admired you a lot. He often found himself unable to look away from you, the most beautiful femme he had ever laid optics on. But now, in the comfort of your berthroom, looking so relaxed, there was a different kind of beauty about you. A beauty that transcended physical appearance, and that was hard to ignore.

He didn't know how to explain it.

Your faceplates burned when you caught sight of him staring. You were speechless for a moment at the look in his optics. Far more than just respect and admiration, there was something deeper in them. Something far more...intimate.

"Power down with me," you found yourself saying, unable to believe those words yourself.

His optics widened, "My lady-"

"(Name)," you corrected, moving closer to him as if possessed.

"My lady," he insisted, struggling to deny your request to call you by name. "I don't think it would be appropriate-"

"Sentinel, please."

And then you were kissing him.

You had surged forward and closed the distance between you two, smashing your dermas against his. Locking you two in a passionate kiss in that awkward position, both of you with your legs hanging over separate sides of the bed but upper bodies turned to face one another.

You kissed him hungrily, like you were starved.

And Sentinel kissed back.

You could have done this forever, it felt so good. But Sentinel seemed to regain his senses midway, and suddenly pulled away from you. Though he found it extremely difficult to do so.

"Sentinel?" You questioned, confused. "Did I misunderstand..?"

"No, Primus no," he vented, "I'll see you tomorrow, my lady."

He got up quickly and left, leaving you confused and slightly hurt. Feeling just a little bit rejected by the one bot you thought wanted you.

The next day you noticed Sentinel doing his best to avoid you. Unlike before, if you didn't need him he wouldn't be with you. And that hurt even more, because you missed his company and you missed his attentiveness.

You closed yourself off, spending your spare time in your berthroom, thinking of various strategies and tactics - distracting yourself the only way you knew how.

"My lady-"

"What do you want, Sentinel?" You grit your dentae, words coming out cold and harsh.

He flinched at your tone, having never heard you speak to him like that before, "I would like to apologise."

"For what? Avoiding me or leading me on?" You laughed coldly.

"I wasn't-" He paused, then, "I just didn't think the other Primes would approve."

"And what do I care for their approval?" You hissed, "All they've ever done is ignore me, so I don't think they would even notice. Even if they did, my choice of sparkmate is my own."

"I apologise," he answered softly. "I didn't realise."

And just like that, you forgave him. Just like that, your anger and hurt disappeared. You looked up at him, standing awkwardly in the doorway and shuffling his weight nervously. He looked so cute, it was just so hard to stay mad.

"Come here."

He followed your gentle command, approaching you slowly. You stood up from your berth, excited at the idea of having him close again.

"Can I..?"

"Please."

His servos ghosted over your hip plating before grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to rest against him.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he admitted, "I want you, (Name) Prime."

"Leave the Prime out," you mumbled bashfully.

He chuckled and stared at you for a moment, "Are you sure?"

You knew he wasn't asking about your name, but you were still certain of your answer, "Yes. I want you too, Sentinel."

That night he spent in your berthroom was intimate, the most intimate and special experience either of you had ever had. Your sparks were laid bare for one another, and you ended up sealing your bond with way more than just a kiss.

Sleep alone

"Ah, so he is just a boy."

drew my boi !!

Megatronus Prime from tf one

Watch me use my artistic powers to plug Ratchet in Transformers One scenes like he was part of the movie

I actually have a full AU prepared with him in it

Megatron's tears...

A rendering test I did on Ibis Paint. It's my first real try using that app and it was super nice! I'll have ta give it a go again here soon.

The reference. ^

I don’t think so.

Transformers one fan art