Sideswipe transformed up just outside of the clearing, peering through the branches to get a better look around. It looked empty, but he knew that didn’t mean anything. Not when cassetticons and invisible spies came into play.
There was a popfrom behind, just a moment before arms wrapped around his waist and lifted him.
“Caught you!”
“Skywarp!” Sideswipe laughed. He turned around as soon as his pedes were on the ground, jumping up into Skywarp’s arms. Skywarp caught him around the waist, holding him off the ground high enough to kiss as he walked them both into the clearing. “I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”
Skywarp set him back down and shrugged one shoulder. “Kinda just popped away, ‘s easy.”
Summary: Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are each nursing some new crushes and developments, but neither is exactly what the other would consider a good choice.
Notes: For Bibi (@dontcrime) as their @transform-or-treat Halloween gift exchange. This uses two of the prompt ideas, when I read them they just seemed to go really well together!
(Also notes, oh my god why doesn’t Tumblr retain formatting in a copy/paste. This would have been up so much faster, sorry!)
More messing around with @rocksinmuffin’s Megahusband AU (seriously check it out):
You don’t know what happened; actually, you do. It was the usual Decepticon plan-of-the-week but it featured a patented Wheeljack-what-the-frag-is-that invention.
Of course, it ended up on fire because why not?! But between Starscream’s stray null-ray shot, the Constructicon’s random mixes, and the Sideswipe’s updated molotov cocktail, the last thing you remember was a beam of bright, Barbie pink hitting you so hard to fly off the table and right into Lalaland via concussion.
Wheeljack had managed to squirrel you away upon the Autobots’ retreat and you woke up to a new reality of being absolutely Tall and Metal.
You’ve been secluded inside the Autobot medbay getting prodded, poked, and scanned every inch of your new body.
You should have far more panic but a good chunk of your adult life has been composed of absolutely random events fit for a protagonist of a reverse isekai, scifi anime. Or maybe an action-comedy since you originally dated Megatron to gain an upper-hand for the Autobots, and married him out of absolute spite to ruin that smug look on his face when he proposed through the Jumbotron at the game.
Speaking of the devil, you and everyone else in a 50-mile radius can hear Megatron bellowing outside the thick, protective walls.
“We could use the fire hose.” Ironhide says, far too casual in that way where someone really wants to do it but just waiting for another person to vaguely agree to go ham on it.
“No. I got it.”
“Are you sure, Y/N? You could take a few more days off to get used to it.”
“I got the anti-gravs and the shrinking down pat down. Might as well get it over with.”
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Starscream listens to his Trine-mates bicker with the rest of the Armada, scrapping like a few of the groundpounders. All of them bored and cowed by Megatron’s shortfuse as their glorious leader keeps howling your name.
Staracream can only admire all of those spiteful acts of pettiness that cumulatived into a sham marriage between you and Megatron. And after years and years of domestic, married life, the active warfare turning cold, and this farce of a semi-functioning family, Starscream could say that Megatron had developed a begrudging sense of affection towards you. Or at least some sort of feeling to trigger his posessiveness.
Enough for the warlord to keep you on his shoulder whenever you’re at the base and actually recharge at that tiny dwelling where he needs to shift a ridiculous amount of mass into his subspace to fit through the door instead of his berth on base.
(During one of his snooping raids, Starscream had found a sparkling dollhouse, outfitted with the amenities for a human to stay as well as a bust of your scowling face.)
Unsurprisingly, a chunk of the Decepticon forces are outside the Ark as you haven’t left the orange monstrosity for a week and the Autobots stopped picking up their transmissions.
Finally, there’s movement. But it’s no human strolling out of the open hatch, it’s a new Cybertronian. One with a familiar walk and familiar expression of exasperation and they call out:
“Morning, my Titan sweetcheeks!”
It’s definitely you, and you’re annoyed.
Megatron’s sputtering, voice trailing off as you step in front in him, rivaling his height as a Seeker femme. All the mechs around stare unabashedly at your new frame. Games stop. Brawls still. His Trine-mates fall silent.
Everything. From digits to pedes to broad wings, all the armor and peeking protoform are a solid shade of Decepticon logo purple. The only exception is your newfound optics: a bright, searing shade of fuchsia.
“Pits, Screamer,” Skywarp’s poor attempt of a whisper echoes out. “Your step-creator’s slaggen hawt!”
Skywarp’s squeak of terror from the simultaneous hums of his null-ray and a fusion canon is music to his audials.
I strangely find Soundwave/Thundercracker appealing. Not because of their chemistry or personalities, but because of the sheer ridiculous levels of riotous chaos with them having a drunken one-night-stand resulting in a newspark.
Perhaps if Soundwave and Thundercracker weren’t close to self-centered, paranoid egomanics/assholes, then they could have dealt with this like responsible adults, but no. They can’t. So they suffer.
Megatron and Starscream are both frothing at the mouth: “OF ALL THE MECHS HERE, THAT ONE?!?”
Like just imagine, Megatron ordering TC into Soundwave’s quarters to limit Starscream’s “obviously painful” attempt to leverage more influence. Starscream and Skywarp retaliate by moving into the TIC’s habsuite as well since there’s no way they’re leaving their poor trinemate in the clutches of a “sparkless drone of a telepathic sycophant under orders to undermine my own domain” (Starscream’s words). Skywarp, on the other hand, has no wish to be by lonesome, nor share a berth with manic-paranoid Starscream.
And, of course, Megatron can’t let Soundwave be hassled in his own rooms with 3:1 odds against the telepath, so he does the reasonable thing…
Breaking down the walls between his and Soundwave’s quarters and joining them to even the odds.
In the combined berth, Starscream and Megatron are hissing death threats to each other while glaring into Soundwave and Thundercracker to “get on with it,” Soundwave has constant migraines, TC can’t sleep, and Skywarp is absolutely living it with the cassettes.
(Meanwhile, the Autobots are enjoying their drama with popcorn. Bets are set: who will break first, who TC will punch first, and whether or not will it end in an orgy.)
So I thought I’d mess around a bit with the weapons and the posing for the new ladies and give my Seekers an airing (and also an arse-kicking)
Skywarp and Acid Storm were sent by Megs to capture Solus Prime and Elita One. Unfortunately they weren’t very stealthy and they got ambushed by Elita One while they were still trying to formulate a plan.
After recovering from their wounds, they happened upon Solus Prime out for a stroll on this garden world, and tried to take her by brute force. Sadly for them they didn’t factor in her incredible weapons skills. Acid Storm was left with a nasty gash across his chest and Skywarp surrendered rather than get shot again. Luckily for them she didn’t have the Forge of Solus with her at the time else she’d have turned them into rather fetching floor plates.
The ladies watched with a mixture of amusement and condescension as the two seekers left to report their failure to Megatron, telling how they were faced with insurmountable odds and barely escaped with their lives…which is basically the truth.
My second Masterpiece (I’m beginning to see a pattern here…). Again, I adore the colours here. Most of what I had to say about this model can be seen in my pics of Acid Storm, and there’s very little else to add. Again, with the eyes, the flash/sunlight really bring them out and make them look like they’re glowing. I also noticed that depending on how the light catches his face he can actually have quite a number of expressions ranging from smug passing though stern and soft and ending up just plain silly (though that may be largely contextual).
I meant to show him with his Megatron in gun form but I forgot so instead you get him trying to be badass and then deciding that he rather be dancing and frolicking with nature instead.
He also would like to point out that he is a very good dancer and all the seekers can just bugger off unless they want a face full of missile.
