in the arms of evil, you hold tight

by Fawdea

Summary:

When you work up today, your first thought was ‘God it’s too fucking bright!’ not ‘Oh man, I sure hope I don’t get transported into another world I have no knowledge of!’. God you wish it was though.

So here you sit, in front of ungodly tall evil murderous human-hating robots. A tiny silly squishy human whomst only knows these robots from smut and art. How lovely.

isekai reader insert x yandere decepticons, what can i say

Notes:

hello, this is quick and dirty to fuel my obsession. thats why its annon, may take off if i improve it later

edit: i will be removing anon nowssss i’ve deemed that i’m okay with my freakshit and this isn’t as horrid as i thought (it’s not my best tho so be warned) just very indulgent

Chapter 1: its dream time

When you work up today, your first thought was ‘God it’s too fucking bright!’ not ‘Oh man, I sure hope I don’t get transported into another world I have no knowledge of!’. God you wish it was though. 

 

So here you sit, in front of ungodly tall evil murderous human-hating robots. A tiny silly squishy human whomst only knows these robots from smut and art. How lovely. 

 

Now, you may be wondering, how could you have gotten into this situation? No really, how in the hell did you get into this fuck ass situation? Well, let me tell you in the form of a poorly written cut to the past. 

 

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The sun shone through you blinds, directly into your eyeballs. Waking you just before your alarm went off. A typical Wednesday morning. 

 

A groan broke the silence and through your lips you expressed your distaste from such an annoying wake up call. Eyes blurred and mouth dry. 

 

Without full consciousness, you slapped your hand around until you found your water bottle. Drinking greedy sips while the liquid dripped down your chin from your messy approach. When your thirst was sated, you wiped your chin clean and set down the bottle once more. 

 

It was early, too early to be awake. But clearly your brain and the world had decided ’Yeah okay it’s time.’ without checking with you first. 

 

Pulling your phone from the horde of plushies and blankets, you scrolled aimlessly until it felt like you were real once more.

 

The next moments were boring. Stand up, stretch, contemplate your boring existence, brush teeth, take shower, get dressed. After the important stuff was done, you saw that you had plenty of time till you had to leave. 

 

That means fanfiction time. You threw yourself back in your bed and got cozy. 

 

See recently, you’ve been into a very popular franchise. With little to no knowledge on it, and fear of trying new things, you decided to just start fucking around with fanfiction. Cause why the hell not?

 

Oh, did I mention? It’s Transformers. Transformers fanfiction. Robots. Yeah, cool right? 

 

With an hour to waste, you scrolled through the general tag ‘Transformers- All Media Types’, looking for something to pique your interest. As you passed the several, several fics about autobots, Optimus Prime, and other characters deemed ‘good guys’, you found one that’s tags caught your eye. 

 

‘in the arms of evil, you hold tight’ was the title, one of those all lowercase dramatic ones. It was an x reader, an actual one and not an oc based one like some people tried to pass reader-insert. Second POV and all. 

 

Not to mention, it was new. Just posted today, or last night in a different time zone. Perfect for a quick read when you don’t have a lot of time, unlike that 400 thousand word one you tried to read in a day (it took three). 

 

The tags were all Decepticon centric, which you leaned towards, with some yandere/possessive behavior tossed in. Hell yeah. 

 

Without further ado, you began to read. Getting engulfed in the story, you found yourself relating more to the character than usual. They spoke how you would, acted how you did. Either the author was stalking you, or had a real generic type of writing that YA authors typically used. 

 

It was weird, familiar almost. Had you read this before? No, you couldn’t have, it was just posted yesterday. But something felt stuck in the back of your mind. 

 

The further you read, the more exhausted you felt. Maybe it was just the dread of having to work, but you felt compelled to rest your eyes. Slowly blinking as each word passed. 

 

‘You felt yourself grow weary, limbs leaded and heavy. Eyes struggling to stay open. It wasn’t long till you fell into a deep and comfortable slumber. Not knowing what would await you when you awoke.’

 

As if compelled by the words, you nodded off. The world floating away from you. 

 

---

 

Aaaaaand that’s how you got here.

 

…

 

Oh, you were expecting something more? Something exciting? No, you fell asleep and now you’re in the dirt surrounded by robots. Dressed and ready for a job that’s a universe away. At least you weren’t in your pajamas! 

 

“Well, isn’t this peculiar…” A deep rumbling voice snapped you from your scattered thoughts, causing you to stare up at one of the many towering forms. “A human, here of all places? Sitting right outside an energeon mine. Several clicks away from any of those measly minuscule blocks your call ‘towns’.”

 

You blinked at the robot, Cybertronian, whatever. Tall, grey, very very very large compared to the others. Sharp jagged metal tracing its form. Not to mention the deep purple emblem on its chest. 

 

“Aw man this is a weird ass fucking dream…” Your head slumped, eyes on dry dirt, “Like seriously, why dream about transformers. There’s soooo many other fixations to dream about.” 

 

Tracing doodles in the dirt, you ignored the quiet whispers around you in favor of scrawling more lines in the loose ground. The texture was nice, what could you say?

 

When no one else spoke up, you decided to assess the level of clarity of this dream. Staring back at the one who’d spoke to you, you traced your eyes along its form. 

 

Based on the sound of voice, this robot was male or masc, though that doesn't always mean such. Main color was obviously grey, no fancy paint or anything. You could barely see past their mountainous bosom to catch a glimpse of their bright red eyes. Shining optics locked with yours. They looked really familar.

 

“Come on, do we really have to sit here and listen to this fragging human? Let's just kill it already, clearly there aren't any other of the nasty things around.” 

 

You swiveled over to the shrieky whiney voice. The robot just about stomping their feet in annoyance. Grey, with red and blue painted extremities. And unlike the other one, big ass fucking wings. Wings that fluttered and flapped as the bot talked. Almost telling of their emotions. Familiar once again.

 

“Quiet Starscream, this could be a ploy of those slagging Autobots.” The first bot chastised, annoyance filling its voice (voice box?), “What do you think, Soundwave?”

 

Starscream, hmm definitely fitting of the name as the bot whined once again at the disregard. A smooth, monotone voice hit your ear drums before the other could really get going. Making your head turn faster than light.

 

“Threat level of individual: Minimal. Likelihood of connection to other humans nearby: High. Best course of action: Take into custody for questioning and information retrieval.” A pause, and the bot continued, “Offline of human: Of little concern.”

 

The masked bot stared down at you, analyzing. Blue and white in color, with a clear glass like box on its chest. Wait a minute…

 

Actually, now that you think about it. You recognize these forms. These bots. Starscream, Soundwave, and fucking Megatron. A few of the head honchos in Decepticon ranks. And the same ones that meet the protagonist of the damn fic you were reading.

 

“Well then, logically we should take them into custody. No one can know the location of this mine, not even something so pathetic.” Megatron spoke, and now that you knew who he was you almost relaxed. “Soundwave, take the human to a spare habsuite and research what they need. It'd be best if we made its home amenable so it'll be inclined to spill information.”

 

Hmm, wait. This doesnt seem like the best idea. 

 

“Wait wait wait. Hold on-” 

 

Before you could even finish your sentence, you were grabbed by the arm and pulled way too high and quickly for your comfort. Practically feeling your join dislocated on the movement making you cry out in pain.

 

Huh, pain in a dream?

 

“Ugh! Make that thing shut up!” Starscream complained despite the complete irony of the statement.

 

“Request: Listen to orders of Lord Megatron. Refusal: Death will be imminent and painful.” The blue bot’s voice somehow turned threatening despite the monotone, causing you to shut up and instead haul yourself up and cling for dear life.

 

“AT LEAST HOLD ME CORRECTLY-” Your cries were ignored by a giant beam coming down from the sky.

 

“Groundbridge: Summoned.” 

 

Groundbridge?!

 

“Thank you, Soundwave.”

 

Megatron said softly before walking into the beem, quickly followed by the other two and you. You who was hanging on by a limb and hope that this dream would hurry up and end. You had to go to work goddamnit.

 

Instead of ending, you were ‘wooshed’ up into the sky at further nauseating speeds till you passed out again.

 

What a nice dream, eh?

Notes:

there is art!! of this chapter!!! please look at it!!

https://x.com/soggymushy/status/1956106483650670861?s=46

Chapter 2: doctors visit

Summary:

You wake up, nice and cozy before realizing you were not where you thought you were.

tws: nothing except maybe fnaf lore tbh lol, oh and maybe be ooc i dont really know much about transformers but its fineeee (give me hints to better characterize plz)

Notes:

im back, enjoy a small hit of what's to come. ive been too busy to write much, so im sorry if this takes forever to come out ;-;

this is slow-ish burn so, they wont immediately obsess, but expected it soon lol, maybe two chapters from now they'll start falling?? idk depends on how much i write.

 

hope u like!!

It was dark. That was the first thing you noted. You distinctly remember it being too bright before, not dark as shit. 

 

You rubbed your eyes, hoping that it was somehow a mishaps of your brain versus the world and you didn't randomly go blind. But it didn't help.

 

If it was dark, that could only mean one thing.

 

“SHIT I SLEPT THROUGH MY ALARM-” You lept out of bed, tossing off your blankets. 

 

With your dramatic flourish of movement, you promptly tripped and fell on your face. Hitting the cool metal floors with a loud ‘CLANG’.

 

“OW- SHit-” You screeched in pain, feeling warm wet fluid dripping down your chin.

 

Blood, you smashed your nose so hard it was bleeding. 

 

“Ow ow ow…” 

 

Using the back of your hand, you whipped the life fluid off your face. And just as you realized that the floors were metal and not wood like usual, you heard loud thumps down the corridor. Rapidly approaching.

 

The door slid open, causing light to stream into the room, blinding you temporarily. You blinked rapidly till you could see and were now face to face with bright red LEDs and a head larger than your body.

 

“Ah scrap- Leave a human alone for a fragging minute and they frag themselves over.” The big ass robot complained, before poking and prodding you with its large fingers. 

 

“Woah woah-” You pushed the robot away, scooting backwards, “Where am I, who are you and why are you so big?!”

 

The sigh that escaped this being's mouth could level a building, pure and simple annoyance. 

 

“This is going to take a while…”

 

---

 

“So,” You pointed at the cybertronian, “Let me get this straight.”

 

The red bot was holding his head in his ‘servos’, clearly done with this about twenty minutes ago. He already had to deal with you dripping blood everywhere, and was NOT pleased about that. 

 

“First off, you guys don’t know who I am, you just found me outside of an ‘Energeon’ mine and were like ‘Welp! This must be a spy! We just have to kidnap them and bring them to our giant space base to question/torture- Oh shit they passed out.’” 

 

You extended your hand, tapping it as you recapped the conversation. 

 

“Uh huh.”

 

A bored nod made you continue. 

 

“Second off, y’all are giant robots from space fighting a giant robot space war.”

 

“Yep.” 

 

You have no idea how, but the hot (subjective, but hot) bot popped the ‘P’ with those metallic lips (stop looking at his lips). 

 

“Third off, you guys are the bad guys-“

 

One digit smooshed your squishy face in a ‘shoosh’ motion

 

“Hey, no, that depends on how you-”

 

Now it was your turn to attempt to ‘shoosh’. Except way less effective considering that you couldn’t reach his face. 

 

“Your group's name is the Decepticons, does that not sound evil?” 

 

He opened his mouth, as if to retaliate but ended up closing it shortly after. 

 

“You know what- Fair enough.” 

 

You turned on your heel, back to your sudo-bed, hand on your chin. 

 

“And fourth off, I think I might be going insane…“ 

 

The last one you mumbled to yourself, knowing that your captors might not appreciate your dawning realization. 

 

Knock-out, as he so cheerfully informed, had explained the gist of the situation. After your beam into space, you promptly passed the fuck out, freaking the aliens out until they dumped the issue onto their medic. 

 

Which lead you to realize, this is not a dream. You can’t wake up into a dream. You are for real, 100%, guaranteed inside the Transformers universe. The thing you’ve only read fanfiction about. You don’t even know what specific universe you’re in, or any specifics at all. All you understand is that you are currently in the Decepticon main base being questioned and interrogated for suddenly showing up to their goddamn mine. 

 

Fuck. 

 

“Well,” You turned back to the medic, who was now lounging back in his chair instead of leaning in towards you, “What in the fuck-knuckles do we do now?”

 

---

 

Megatron was not pleased to say the least. 

 

He’d expected the human to be of more use, perhaps a bargaining tool against the Autobots. However, all they’ve been is a nuisance to his top two and his medic. Especially to his medic according to the nonstop complaint comms he’d received thus far. 

 

How annoying… 

 

Megaton shifted positions, servo pinching his face plate in annoyance as he leaned back on his throne. The area vacant and quiet. Boring. 

 

Perhaps, he should check on them. Make sure the little thing knows its place. There was this… odd pull it had, making him curious. The feeling made his spark jolt. 

 

Frustration most likely, but it made his processor burn and cooling lines flow quick. 

 

Pushing himself onto his pedes, Megatron stomped off to the medical suit. Purpose fueling his movement to be quicker than necessary. 

 

---

 

He wasn’t sure what to expect when arriving to check on the little human, but it wasn’t this. 

 

“So- that’s why Springtrap keeps coming back. He’s basically in an eternal hell, and also because they couldn’t come up with a better antagonist.”

 

“But why didn’t they just keep with the Vanny thing?! Clearly they were building up to something, why would they just toss it away for some fragging dusty bot?!”

 

“I know… I know…”

 

The human was patting Knock-Out’s shoulder. A thing that many a mech would get scrapped for by the doctor, after all it might scratch his paint. 

 

“O-Oh, Lord Megatron!” Knock-Out stood up fully, almost toppling the human, “I hadn’t heard you come in, usually you comm before arriving.”

 

A quiet explicative left the human's mouth as they caught their balance and stared up at him, their face expressing an emotion that was hard to place.

 

---

 

Holy fuck-balls, that’s Megatron. 

 

Yep. Alright. Okay, yeah you’re definitely fucked. You wrung your hands nervously, face stuck on neutral out of habit.

 

It wasn’t like you meant to distract his medical officer with Five Nights at Freddy’s lore. More of a way to pass time and not look bewildered at the fiction-becoming-reality situation you had going on. 

 

Knock-Out just so happened to be a bit of a fucking nerd apparently. Actually wanting to listen to you ramble and even asking questions . You hadn't realized that you'd gotten all the way to security breach before Megatron graced the area with his presence.

 

With a grimace, you stared up at the imposing robot. 

 

You hadn’t been killed, yet, so that must mean they had some use for you. Not that you had anything to help them with. 

 

A quiet curse slipped from your mouth as you thought back to the isekai manga you read. You had no knowledge of the future, let alone past, no special powers, not a single hidden cheat that could help you rule over the place. Just vague ideas of the world and a few character names. Needless to say, you are fucked.

 

At least the robots are hot…

 

“Sooo…” You started, nauseated at the oppressive stare that borrowed into your soul, “Nice to meet you Meg- I mean, Lord Megatron.”

 

With an attempted smile, you extended a hand out. Again, not really reaching far enough to be close but enough to show what you mean. 

 

Though by the dramatic gasp you heard from beside you, maybe it wasn’t the best option. 

 

The warlord looked down to you, then to your hand. Before almost begrudgingly moving his servo to meet you. Wrapping two digits around your hand. Creating the world's most awkward handshake. 

 

“How very bold of you, human. Regardless, I require your presence.” His deep voice echoed through your mind, almost distracting you from him reaching to grab your shirt to pick you up again. 

 

You jumped back, waving your hands in front of you. 

 

“Whoa whoa, hold on there.” A low growl emanated from the Decepticon leader, “Listen, you can’t keep grabbing me all willy-nilly like that.”

 

He bared his fangs (denta was it?), in annoyance. From behind you could see Knock-Out frantically signaling you to stop. 

 

“Why not human?”

 

Megatron’s tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you continued with faux confidence. 

 

“Well, several reasons but the main one is that I could slip out of my clothes and splat on the ground causing you to have to clean up my corpse,” There was definitely a grossed out expression from that, “So just like, ask me? Like just ask to pick me up and I will sit fine and dandy in your hand- Warn me and I won’t pass the fuck out or struggle.”

 

Megatron stared, looking at you for a moment, before a sigh that could level a building escaped from his vents. 

 

A servo practically slammed onto the table, a foot away from crushing you, causing you to let out a quiet squeal. 

 

“Please, come with me. Now.” His tone left no room for negotiation this time.

 

“Sir yes sir!” 

 

You mocked a salute, and scurried over to his hand. Carefully crawling on top and settling down. 

 

With surprising patience, he waited till you were situated and gave him a thumbs up before lifting you off the table. The movement made you grip onto a finger, which was followed by Megatron gently curling his digits around you. Almost to secure you. 

 

Then with fast strides he made his way out of the room. Your heart pounding as you awaited what he needed from you.

Notes:

tell me if there are typos, i didnt have time to proof read :((

hope you liked!!

sorry its so short :/

Chapter 3: ah fuck, why is the alien warlord hot

Summary:

Taken from the medical suite, you were brought to a suspiciously throne room shaped throne room to be questioned by Megatron.

Notes:

back again, just watched transformers one and oh man, it was great

if the continuity is weird on this, that’s because it wasn’t written with any specific one in mind. it was written with transformers in mind. that’s all, also bc i’m just slowly learning the different versions and don’t have to confidence to set in one. if we’re going based on what i imagine it’d probably be closest to g1, with some random other stuff shoved in there

tw: accidentally turning people on??? idk megs does something that reader find hella attractive and thinks oh sweet good threatening tactic

While being held like a small animal by a creature ten times your size wasn’t on your bucket list, it was almost comforting. 

 

Being held delicately in warm servos as you walked to your possible doom was surprisingly enjoyable. You ended up relaxing in Megatron's grip after a few minutes. 

 

The halls all looked the same, so you couldn’t tell where you were going. Part of you wanted to keep track of the turns the warlord took, like some sort of spy on a mission, but logically you knew you’d forget after the first three. So instead you leaned back against the curled digits, relaxing in the strong grip. 

 

You had almost dozed off again by the time Megatron's movements slowed, the sound of a door sliding open jolting you from your daze. As he stepped into the room, you took a moment to examine your surroundings.

 

The area’s lighting was dim, which you're beginning to believe is just how the Decepticon’s ships run. Considering every room threatened your eyes with the lighting of a dark cavern to airplane on night mode. Though, since your eyes had adjusted at this point you were still able to tell what was a real object and what was your imagination playing tricks on you with the shadows. 

 

The room was surprisingly well decorated. If by well decorated you meant looking like an evil warlord’s throne room minus the human skulls and blood. There was a large throne in the center of the room, a desk full of high tech alien garbage sitting in front of it. To either side were lines of monitors, electronics, and other stuff you didn’t really fully comprehend. 

 

By the time you did your shitty vague analysis of your surroundings, the hand carrying you sat laid flat on the desk. Fingers uncurling to let you slip out of the tight grasp. 

 

Pushing yourself off of Megatron's palm, you looked up at the mech. Arms crossed, in a self-soothing hug. 

 

“Soooo…” You started, not really wanting to wait around for him to stare back at you more, “What’s up my dude, whatcha need?”

 

His face seemed to pinch in annoyance, probably for your overly informal language. 

 

You waited. Waited for the inevitable questions, demands, and yelling. 

 

Megatron ignored you, slumping down in his throne. A stature unbefitting such an evil dude. 

 

Your jaw dropped, this bitch. He brought you all the way here to do nothing. 

 

A huff left your mouth as you plopped down on the table. Barely restraining a hiss from the pain of a rapid fall and the cool feeling, to sit criss-cross applesauce in front of the menacing human-hating metal robot from space. 

---

 

This thing, this human was getting on his nerves. 

 

Megatron laid a servo across his helm, trying to sooth the growing neural strain of dealing with such a creature. It was difficult to not fall to old tactics of anger and fear manipulation. 

 

But this was different. He couldn’t threaten to tear out their voice box, bash their optics in, or squeeze their spark till it popped. Humans were too fragile. If he did anything like that, they wouldn’t be able to walk it off like some bots. 

 

Usually, he’d threaten death. But he’d seen that human appear out of nowhere. He needed to know how they were so stealthy, to avoid tripping even Soundwave’s detection. He’d felt his old friend's EM field jolt with a rare shock of confusion and nervousness. 

 

Later, well after the human, in their terms, ‘passing the fuck out’, he had asked soundwave to search human data bases for their captive. 

 

Once again, the pitiful thing has stumped his best. They were nowhere. No file of their existence or family. So he couldn’t even threaten familiar faces. 

 

He had to be nice. Coax them to his side. Use means other than force. 

 

Which was not something Megatron was familiar with. 

 

He heard a dull thud, then a hiss of pain, and onlined his optics. The human had somewhat aggressively sat down on his desk. Limbs folded and tucked as they glared at him. It was bold. Which he’d come to know was this humans normal. 

 

Perhaps he could ask Shockwave to create some device to keep them contained. Hmmm, he’d have to comm him later…

 

“Human,” Megatron called, causing them to jump up slightly, “Tell me, how did you arrive at the mine?”

 

His words seemed to stir something within them, as their face moved and shaped in various ways before speaking. 

 

“Well, wouldn’t you like to know weather boy?” The human mumbled, quiet but not quite quiet enough to avoid being heard by his audio receptors. 

 

“Human.” Megatron kept his voice low, threatening, “It would be wise not to test me any further.”

 

That caused a reaction. The little thing squirmed in place. A small vibration sent down their form before they coughed aggressively. As if choking on their oral lubricant. 

 

He studied them momentarily, mixed apologies under their breath as they avoided looking straight at him. Hmm…

 

Perfect, he’d found a weak spot. 

 

---

 

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK-

 

‘WHY CAN HE HEAR SO GOOD?!‘ You screamed to yourself in your head. Face red with embarrassment. 

 

His voice. It was already nice before he lowered it. When Megatron straight up fucking growled at you it was underwear dampening, pussy wetting, dick hardingly attractive. 

 

Needless to say, you got a little *ahem* flustered. Despite the murderous undertone. 

 

“Sor- Sorry, uh, sir- Lord Megatron.” You could barely let the words out, eyes looking anywhere but the optics focused on you. 

 

You swear you could hear an engine rev up after your little moment. But it was quiet by the time you cleared your throat to answer. 

 

“So?” He pressed, voice still a little gravely and dark(?), but not to the same extent. 

 

Fuck. Think of something- anything. To avoid him acting like that again. 

 

“Ah- Well um, trade human secrets you see..” You started, hands waving in faux confidence, “Sometimes we have the ability to- to, uh, transport to an area without our knowledge. Mhm.”

 

Shit- that sounds stupid. He thinks it sounds stupid. His eye brow raised and did that analyzing thing like you were lying. You gulped and continued. 

 

“If you’ve ever seen Japanese anime, you’d know of it. I’m sure.” Fuck fuck fuck. “Typically it’s caused by getting into a car crash, like with a truck or something, but sometimes humans spontaneously transport to different locations after being put in uh, dire situations.” 

 

You finished your dramatics with a few solid nods as if confident in yourself. 

 

It was true that isekai existed. At least in your world. So it had to be a thing here too. You just needed to make sure not to mention it was a fake thing, not real. 

 

(or was it, i mean it happened to you .)

 

The sexy (subjective but- who am i kidding, we know these robots are hot) murderous mech, crossed his legs, leaning in to look at you up and down. 

 

Hochi mama. 

 

“Hmm, but you seem rather unharmed having come from such a situation as being hit by a vehicle…” He studied your body, looking for wounds and maybe tells for lies. 

 

Clearing your throat again, you squirmed in place momentarily before explaining. 

 

“Well, of course.” You started your bullshit one more, “After such an incident the person gets healed. I mean- why would it matter if they got teleported away only to bleed out in a field alone? Right?” 

 

Finally, Megatron leaned back. 

 

“Fascinating, so every human has this ability? Why has it not appeared in your information servers?” He questioned, a totally reasonable question, “Surely such an important feat would be recorded, correct?“

 

Fuck- No, don’t use the voice. Flustered once more, you stuttered out words. 

 

“Well- See, since it’s normal and everyone does it. Why would we need to record it?” Yeah sure, that’s totally logical. “That’s like writing down that we breathe, or need to eat. It’s something so ingrained that there’s no point other than for entertainment.“

 

Luckily, that seemed to satisfy him. As he looked to the side in thought. 

 

The two of you sat in silence, your heart racing as you waited for his accusations. You fidgeted with your hands, waiting. 

 

After what felt like ages, he huffed out a sigh. Extending his servos towards you. Large digits tapping on the table. 

 

“Not the answer I was hoping for…“ Megatron mumbled, “Well, good job human. I will have someone take you to your habsuite to rest. Clearly you’ve had a long day.” 

 

Raising a servo to the side of his helm, stayed still for a moment before looking back at you. 

 

“Soundwave will be here to pick you up, for now have a nice recharge.”

 

With that, he waved you away. As if you could just walk off. Then pulled up a bright blue screen and started working on it. Glyphs a language you were unfamiliar with. 

 

Moments pass of you staring at Megatron, when the door opening causes you to look back. There stood the cassette player, who promptly walked over and set his servo by your side. 

 

“Request: Please get on servo. Reason: Quick travel to habsuite.” The monotone voice gently commanded you to move. Clearly informed by Megatron of your preferred way of travel. 

 

“Sure dude, thanks.”

 

You slipped onto his palm and let him carry you away. A gentle wave to Megatron was the last thing you did before you were taken out of the area. 

 

What a time.

Notes:

hope yall liked!! we getting freakier, slowly...

comment if you have things to say!!! i am a stalker and love talking to people :3

Chapter 4: naked human says what?

Summary:

You're led to your new room, flirted with, then walked in on while showering. Need I say more?

Notes:

i don't know why, but i tend to fixation on bathroom situations in these kinds of fics ;-;. probably bc soooo many times i think of the logistics while reading like, where's the shower, where's the toilet, how do they get food. so needless to say, there's an overly detailed description of surroundings. yippie. to be fairrrrrr have some... ideas.... about what could be done in the bathroom.

REMINDER THIS WILL MAYBE GET SMUTTYYYYY

its at least definitely going to be mildly inappropriate given the almost jerk off scene that happens in this lol

tw: being walked in on unconsentually, nakedness (no descriptions), almost sexual content

so take that as a warningggg

The walk was quiet, just like before. However you didn’t feel the looming fear of being murked this time. Just cool indifference. You settled into Soundwave's hand, listening to the echoed steps down the corridor. 

 

“Soooo…” You start, trying to find something to say so you could pass the time faster. “What’s your job?”

 

You already had an idea based on the fanfiction you read, but you didn’t want to accidentally spill any information that you shouldn’t know. 

 

“Details: Confidential. General position: Lord Megatron’s third in command, communications officer.” His monotone warped voice sent vibrations through his form, it was nice sounding. Even though he wasn’t being fully honest. 

 

You were pretty sure that he was some sort of spy or intelligence officer, not just communications. But you didn’t press. 

 

“Oh? How’s working under Meg- Lord Megatron?” You internally cursed at your inability to call Megatron by his title, not wanting to get stepped on just for being informal. 

 

“Lord Megatron: Strong, reliable, exceptional leader. Query: Why questioning?” Though his face was covered completely, you could feel he was genuinely curious.

 

“Uhhh- No reason, just asking.” 

 

You certainly did have a reason. The reason being that you were stuck in an alternate world, having just bullshit to the leader of the evil side of the Transformers, and was kinda wondering if you were going to get murdered in your sleep by said sexy mech.

 

The blue mech said nothing, definitely more the silent type. The rest of the walk was filled with not quite uncomfortable silence.

 

Soundwave opened the sliding door with a wave, and walked you inside.

 

It was similar to the rest of the ship, dark, metal, and a bit cold, but everything was shrunk down. How? You had no idea. It was still a bit larger than human-sized.

 

“Location: Human’s habsuit. Request: Stay put.” His large servos dropped you onto the metal bed, with a level of care that was surprising. 

 

“Thanks.”

 

Despite it being a solid hard surface, there was a small bounce to it. The surface littered with soft fabrics and cushions. Like someone raided a Walmart's bedding section. You barely restrained yourself from sinking into the comfort. 

 

“Explanation: Habsuite, reformatted Cassette room. Reason: Smaller size.” 

 

Well that explains that, the blue robot walked over to a side wall, pressing a barely visible button that in theory you could reach. Meaning that the mech bent over enough to stick his metal ass out to show you. (GODDAMN)

 

Internally, you sweat, trying your best not to think lustful thoughts. Praying to your brain not to go horny-mode over such a simple thing. 

 

The mech stood up as the door slid open, revealing what looked like a bathroom. 

 

“Room: Remodeled for human size. Fully functional.” That smooth, neutral voice washed over you as you nodded carefully. 

 

You were beginning to feel like this was an apartment walkthrough. 

 

Soundwave returned to your side, looming almost menacingly. He stared for a moment, before pulling out a small translucent blue tablet, much like the other computer-like devices that Megatron and Knock-Out had. 

 

“For communication purposes. Clarification: Do not use outside of designated purpose. Use: To comm in case of emergency circumstances.” His large servos placed the object in your hands, gingerly and carefully just as before. Very odd for a war criminal. 

 

It was making you… feel things. 

 

“Tha-Thanks- Appreciate it!” Your stutters words were followed by a crooked grin, trying to calm your nerves. 

 

Stop finding the robots ATTRACTIVE!

 

“Heart rate fluctuating, body temperature high. Query: Are you alright?” The reason for such issues spoke, and it almost felt like concern. Making you swallow hard. 

 

Soundwave extended a digit, as if to examine, but you held a hand up in defense. 

 

“Yep! Totally fine- Just tired!” You lied through your teeth, you were not about to tell on yourself. No way. 

 

Luckily, he seemed to understand. Backing off and giving you space. 

 

“Understood. Will return with human energy source.” 

 

With little flourish, the cassette player left the room. Loud steps fading as the door seal behind him. 

 

Falling back on the bed, you sighed. Shoving your face into the covers. 

 

“Fuuuuuck, I’m so so screwed…” You peeked an eye out to the door, “Why are the robots so damn hot?!”

---

 

Soundwave was almost certain that the human had a certain… attraction to the mechs on this ship. Based on the visual and auditorial reactions, as well as their surface level emotions. 

 

He had tested his theory. Recreating a ‘provocative’ pose he’d seen on the human internet, proving his point quite well. 

 

The blue mech pondered, mask hiding his lightly flushed face. It was odd to be so curious about an organic creature, but there was a certain… draw towards this one in particular. He’d have to mention it to Shockwave later. 

 

For now, he was tasked by his lord to take care of the little thing. Now he just had to figure out what the human would prefer to consume. 

 

---

 

Soundwave was taking a while. You had grown bored at this point, and you were too wired to take a nap, so you decided to fuck around. Slipping off the bit too tall of bed to wander. Leaving the tablet on the plush surface.

 

Everything was vaguely your height, so it wasn't hard to interact with things like it would’ve been in the medical suite or the throne room.

 

You wandered, interacting with every nook and cranny, though there was little to mess with. Eventually making your way to the bathroom.

 

Like Soundwave had shown, it was human sized. Albeit, spacey and mechanical compared to the standard bathroom, even had a toilet.

 

Thank FUCK they included that.

 

The shower had no walls, with the showerhead installed in the ceiling. Two dials against each wall for hot and cold, labeled in a language you couldn't understand so you fidgeted with the two until you figured out which was which. Minorly scalding yourself in the process. There were a few other buttons which you found out were bathtub mode, fill bathtub, and drain bathtub. Though needless to say, you didn't guess the right order.

 

There seemed to be the bare necessities. Soap, shampoo, moisturizer. All in that same space language but in the general vicinity of where they should be so you were able to guess what everything was.

 

You looked back at the main room. Soundwave still wasn't back. Not to mention you are pretty soaked from the mishaps with the bath. And the door is loud enough to hear if you don't close this one…

 

That's all it took to explain to your brain why shower time now would be perfect.

 

You tossed your clothes off unceremoniously, letting them fall on the floor with little to no concern. Once bare to the world, you messed with the shower settings till they were the perfect temperature and got in.

 

Oh boy, this was a great idea…

 

The water pressure was perfect, just hard enough to sooth your aching muscles without hurting. You took a while to soak in the warmth, listening to the cacophony of noise in silent pleasure. After a decent while, you started to scrub down. 

 

When you opened the shampoo container, you were hit with an unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, scent. You lathered the liquid, then began washing your hair. Letting the foam drip down the almost invisible drain.

 

You followed the pattern with the body wash, same scent, till you were squeaky clean. But you didn't end the shower yet, just soaking up the warmth.

 

You still heard no hint of life other than your own.

 

The blue mech was taking so long, you almost missed him. Or Megatron, or even Knock-out…

 

You thought back to the whirlwind the day has been. Wondering about your old world, if you left and it kept moving on without you, your time on the ship so far. Those fucking bots…

 

Damnit… Now you couldn't get certain images out of your head. 

 

The warlord’s voice, thinking of it growling demands or breaking under stimulation. That fine blue metal ass, it bent over your bed or sitting on your face.

 

Fuck. You're horny again. Except this time you're alone…

 

You looked towards the door, then to the shower. Then down. You could… do something about this… maybe get rid of some steam that's built up…

 

Slowly, you moved your hand down your naked form.

 

“HEY HUMAN!”

 

You jerked back, recoiling like you almost touched fire. Head flicking towards the source of the noise.

 

“Where the FRAG are you?! I have a few choice words to say-” Starscream, FUCKING STARSCREAM, stared through the open door to the bathroom. Locking eyes with you.

 

The bot looked down, then up at your face again, causing you to hide your naked body poorly with your arms. 

 

“GET THE FUCK OUT! ” You screeched, tossing nearby containers in his direction till the mech turned on heel.

 

---

 

FRAG- This wasn't how this was supposed to go!

 

He heard the door slam shut behind him as he ran back to the center of the human’s habsuit. Spark flickering wildly in his chassis. 

What Starscream had intended was to annoy the human a bit, frustrated by their existence on the ship. He didn't want a puny organic waltzing around the place.

 

He hadn't meant to walk in on them- Honest. Even he had standards, including respecting a bit of privacy.

 

Instead he was left with a frazzled spark and a blue tinted glow on his helm.

 

He was just so slagging curious why Lord Megatron was so enthralled with the puny thing. Now he was starting to understand why…

 

Before he was able to go further down that train of thought, the washrack’s door opened again. With a slightly wet human wrapped in a cleaning towel. A frown set harsh on their face.

 

“You cannot just walk in on someone like that!” Their voice complained, tinged with anger, tiny hands balled into fists as if to strike. “First of all, how fucking rude, second of all you owe me new clothes now.”

 

“What?! Why the frag would I ‘owe you’ human coverings?!” Starscream whined, crossing his arms and trying his best to look intimidating.

 

The human matched his stance, unaffected by his height.

 

“Because mine are even more fucking soaked now that you interrupted my nice goddamn shower! I ain't putting that shit back on!” 

 

He sighed, servos pinching his nasal plating. 

 

“Fine! I'll get you some fragging clothes-” The second in command stomped out of the room. Almost running into Soundwave in the halls. He didn't care though.

 

Why was his spark still fluttering, why was he listening to that human’s request? Something pushed him forwards, as if wanting to repay the puny creature.

He needed to know why …

Notes:

HOPE U LIKE sorry if there is any typos or starscream feels odd. i actually kinda hate his ass, hes my least favorite decepticon so i haven't read much about him. hes basically just whiny and bratty in this fic, but if yall have better ideas to portray him hmu bc he will be a lover.

also! since i touch on nakedness, this is a reminder that this fic is fully gender neutral and any scenes depicting any content will have two options AFAB or AMAB, but will still be gender neutral (may add another option like both or no terms), all descriptions shalt be vague as fuck unless are direct sexy times bc i hate when all the sudden in a fic it start talking more gendered out of nowhere like- no i didn't have tits, they were never mentioned prior, why tf do i have them now? so scenes like the hair, length not mentioned, towel around body, not mentioned where it sits, ect. as a nonbinary individual i appreciate true neutrality so please let me know if anything is too leaning.

also im a top leaning switch soooo… know that well.
hope that's very clear, and just so yall know i am afab and will be asking an amab friend of mine for logistics when it comes to those scenes bc smut and fanfiction is NOT CLEAR ENOUGH.

Chapter 5: frozen foods and thawed hearts

Summary:

after the 'incident', you and soundwave have a heart to heart, starscream 'apologizes', and you get a brand new wardrobe!

Notes:

hi hello omg hi

sorry if my wife is getting too much screen time I CANT HELP IT!!! i love soundwave (i have commed so many drawings....) others will be focused on next though!!!

tw: again, nothing much. general horny thoughts, semi-nakedness, regular shenanigans

soundwave and starscream centric again, but pinky promise others will get screen time next chapter!!

You were fuming, you were frustrated. You were pissed . 

 

Of course Starscream had to interrupt! Why would you be allowed a bit of solace while being kidnapped?!

 

The sweet, delicious, decadent pizza rolls from Soundwave weren’t even enough to quell your anger. You shoved another lukewarm pocket of sauce and cheese in your mouth, hair dripping water onto your bed from the ferocity of the action. 

 

You were still naked. Well, naked in a towel. Sat as comfortably as you could be on your weirdly squishy metal bed. With a big ass robot watching over you. Stuffing your face with off brand pizza rolls. 

 

What a life. 

 

“Human: Satisfied with meal?” The cassette player asked, most likely confused by your mumbled thanks and overall steaming attitude.

 

“Mhmrh” Mouth full still, you made a general noise of contentment. Followed by aggressive chewing to finish. “Sorry- Yeah, I’m just fucking annoyed.” And maybe horny but you were choosing to ignore that right now.

 

“Query: Starscream involved?” Soundwaves helm tilted, staring down at you, continuing to down your meal.

 

Your frustrated groan was enough of an answer as the bot nodded solemnly.

 

“Starscream: Frequent source of exasperation. Proposition: Soundwave solves issue?”

 

As much as you were dying to know, how he would ‘solve’ the so-called issue. You'd rather not bother the third in command with such a simple task.

 

“No, no. It's fine. He just walked in on me while showering.” You rolled your eyes, staring down at the now empty plate and tossing it aside. 

 

“Cleansing: Typically done with other mechs. Reason: difficulty reaching back struts and deep protoform. Query: Different in human culture?” His monotone words sunk into your brain as the mech sat on your bed, a slight distance away, causing the metal to bend to his weight.

 

Group showers, huh? Interesting… You decidedly ignored the growing thoughts.

 

“Yeah, it's a big thing. Usually only those dating or married shower together, unless you're like really close friends but that's rare. Nakedness in general is a huge admission of comfort with others.”

 

You pointedly ignored you were practically bare right now. Hoping he wouldn’t process the fact that you basically stated you trusted your goddamned kidnappers. It's not like you meant to be right now. 

 

Starscreams goddamn fault…

---

 

Soundwave was happy that his whole faceplate was covered. 

 

‘ “Nakedness in general is a huge admission of comfort with others.” ‘

 

The human was, quite honestly, practically bare right now. A thin cleansing cloth hardly covering their delicate protoform. Laid relaxed on the berth he had set up, consuming nutrients that he had provided. Confessing that they almost perceived him as a human conjunx. The thought made his chassis heat up, engine threatening to rumble a pleased hum. 

 

Soundwave did not comprehend why this affected him so. Why such an insignificant being could make his spark flicker. Why he found himself happy to indulge in every whim of the human’s. Why his systems begged to take care of Starscream, yell at him for invading a delicate time.

 

The human wasn’t helping the situation either.

 

Relaxed back, breaths slowed and calmed. Heart no longer racing at a concerning pace. Waves of contentment, pleasure, lust flowing off of them. Eyes consistently running over his form. As if wanting to pick him apart to learn how he ticks . There have been very few who have flaunted the same feelings so openly. 

 

What was worse was the desire to do the same…

 

“Designation: Soundwave. Query: Human designation?” He could hardly hide the waver in his vocalizer. Just barely hidden by the regular static that happened as he spoke.

 

Eyes widened, locking with his optics. Feelings of confusion, surprise, and worry. The mindreader could feel the questions begged to be said in their organic processor. Why do you care? What will you do about it?

 

When their name flowed from their soft lips, a shot of charge shot through his core. Filing away the designation in the deep recesses of his processor. In a file dedicated to their little organic.

 

Soundwave tested the intonations on his own glossia. Repeating back without any other words. There was happiness, shock, and another influx of desire. 

 

He wished to ask more. To know more. There was nothing that was ever let out from his gaze. Nothing left to be uncovered. 

 

Except you.

 

---

 

You were a bit shocked that Soundwave asked for your name. You'd kinda figured that the information gathering mech would've somehow already known. But you guess it had to do with you not being from this world.

 

When you gave it, something in his body language changed. A twitch of some sorts, before he repeated it back to you. His voice soft and malleable unlike the strict tone he usually used.

 

It may or may not have done something to you.

 

The weird feeling passed between you two was quickly broken as the door to your room slid open. Revealing a clearly annoyed Seeker holding a comically-small-in-his-servos black trashbag.

 

“Human, I have new coverings for you.” His squeaky voice was less annoyed this time as he walked in. Optics squinting at the mech on your bed, whom you hadn't realized was leaning so close to you till he moved to stand up.

 

The second in command tossed the plastic bag towards you with no warning. You barely caught it, the weight making it almost knock you over

 

“Thanks Starscream.” You could tell he wasn't expecting such a blatant thank you, his wings twitching at the praise as you tore open the bag revealing a wide array of clothes that looked like he may have stolen them from a thrift store.

 

By the time you began examining each item, he recovered. A servo grazing his chassis as he tilted his head high.

 

“Well of course you should thank me. After all I went out of my way to pick such an extensive variety of human clothes. Finding which would fit you best-” You tuned him out, continuing to look over your new wardrobe.

 

There were many different kinds, that's for sure. Ranging from eighties teen, to emo grunge, to preppy, and so on. Eventually, you found something comfortable but easy to move in. Setting out a full outfit before you finally looked back up at the two mechs. Which at this point were fighting.

 

“Starscream: Not allowed to exit ship without permission. Soundwave: In charge of said permissions. Starscream: Did not inform Soundwave of outing.”

 

“I am a higher rank then you, I don't need your measly permission to exit when I want to! Plus, Lord Megatron explicitly stated that we were to aid the fragging human in any way possible. The human demanded that I retrieve new coverings since their old ones were apparently unwearable.”

 

“Starscream: Insufferable. Lord Megatron: Left primary care of human to Soundwave. Starscream: Should have informed Soundwave of clothing retrieval. Soundwave: Could have handled easily. Starscream’s aid: Unneeded.”

 

“I just fragging said, the human asked me to get them. Not you-”

 

Okay, you were sick of this now. Standing on the bed, still wrapped in a towel. A bit cold due to not drying off properly in a freezing alien ship. You yelled out at the two. Not quite caring about your safety at this point.

 

“LADIES LADIES!” You grabbed the mechs’ attention, "You're both very pretty. You can stop fighting over me. Now get the fuck out so I can change and go to sleep. I am fucking exhausted and done with bullshit for today.”

 

You waved the two away. The cassette player nodded, then exited the area. Responding quick to your request. Probably understanding your need for privacy due to the early conversation. While the seeker rolled his optics and crossed his arms before stomping out of the room. Following the blue mech while mumbling something under your hearing range. 

 

A sigh escaped your mouth as the door slid shut. As soon as you were alone again, you dropped the towel and began getting dressed. Happy to have something to keep you warm on this frigid ship.

 

---

 

Pretty, pretty, pretty…

 

The human called him pretty . Something he rarely heard even from his berthmates or trine members. In fact, he was rarely complemented in general. Typically just chastised or yelled at for silly mistakes.

 

Not to mention he was thanked. Thanked for such a simple task, one undeserving of gratitude.

 

It was nice to be appreciated. Even from an organic. 

 

Mumbling words of discontentment, he ignored the stares from Soundwave. Still frustrated from the mech’s lecturing. Instead, choosing to head straight to his berthroom. 

 

The surfaces were littered with trinkets. Shiny rocks, objects of interest, the occasional gifts he received and revered despite feigning disinterest. He had a habit of collecting things. 

 

Starscream fell into his desk chair, picking up a small gem he'd found one night on watch. The glittering red catching his optics even from such a far distance. It was a wonder it wasn't found sooner.

 

Part of him wondered if their human liked shiny things. He knew that typically the race gathered things of ill importance simply to covet, so this human must as well.

 

Running the gem through his digits, he fought the urge to think about the annoying organic. What they enjoyed doing, what color was most pleasing to them. Would they take things given with such reverence as they had with the clothes? Give a soft smile and gentle thank you?

 

Starscream slammed the gem back down. Barely avoiding cracking the delicate surface.

 

He needed to find out…

Notes:

fun fact, i don't actually care much about being half naked/naked around friends. to the point ill openly change in front of people a lot by accident and have to last minute warn that im stripping lol (if its one of my two best friends this ALWAYS results in a smack on the ass which again is just normal for us lol) might be bc ive never had people ive fully trusted before... ANYWAYYYYS hope yall enjoyeddddd i am pumping out these chapters WAY faster than i usually do, prob bc its high fixation time....

though... would yall rather i write longer chapters or more frequent?? usually i stick to 1.500ish to 2,000 depending on how it feels, but i could maybe try to stretch out to 3,000 or more. might take a lot longer though bc writing big pieces is hardddd

also... have yall ever read 'One Husband is Enough'? Just wondering... :3 NO reason.... (very good, if you like real dark romance horror)

Chapter 6: read 23 seconds ago

Summary:

You have some weird dreams, are devastated by the lack of batter of electronics, bother a stranger, and get pulled into a conversation with a human-hating warlord.

Notes:

helo, i am here again to produce slop for public consumption.

we finally back with megsssss and also a new contender hehehehe

tw: nothing of note

The desire to be love, wanted. To be the totem of affection of another. To possess and hold tight. Is not a desire that most have. And for those who do, they hide it. Pretend it away. Act like they are nourished by the meager scraps that they are given. That the occasional meal is enough to sate their ever growing gluttony for attention.

 

But there is something so tantalizing about the pure unadulterated obsession. 

 

You, my reader, are the one who wishes to indulge. 

 

Your mind flutters in a sea of sleep. Barely clinging onto what you dreamt. Something about that damned fanfiction you were reading…

 

Shuffling out from your plethora of blankets and pillows, you slipped off the tall bed and left towards the bathroom. 

 

You hardly remembered falling asleep, it was sometime after you kicked out Soundwave and Starscream to change. But aside from that it was pretty much a blur, and by the item you were washing your hands in the space sink you decided that you don't really care.

 

Part of you was tempted to sink back into your nest of comfort, sleep for longer, but subconsciously you knew you wouldn't be able to fall asleep so easily. Instead, you scrambled on top of the blankets. Instinctively pulling out your phone that you neglected yesterday.

The bright screen blinded you before you could dim it, after a minute of your eyes adjusting you saw the worst possible thing thats happened yet.

 

“Goddamnit… Where's a charger when you need one?!”

 

The poor electronic pleaded with you to let its cycle of suffering end, being at a mere ten percent battery level with no charge cord insight. Still, you opened it as if ignoring its plight. 

 

But, like the cheap device it was, your daily entertainment clicked off shortly after opening your phone. Shutting the whole thing down without letting you doom scroll once. With a groan, you tossed the useless device onto your bed. Then began on your next idea for entertainment.

 

Groping the expansive surface of your sleeping place, you finally found the previously discarded data pad. One that you had entirely neglected during what you were now dubbing ‘The Starscream Incident’ and probably could've used somehow.

 

You tapped on the translucent blue screen, trying to figure out how the alien device worked.

 

By the time you figured out how to turn it on, you realized in fact it was on the entire time . Therefore sending nonsense messages to an unknown individual.

 

“Shit…” You mumbled to yourself, you were trying not to anger random bots, who the fuck did you message?!

 

---

 

Shockwave certainly wasn't expecting any communications today, he had informed the rest of the high ranking Decepticons that this was his ‘day off’ also known as his regularly forced break.

 

Which typically meant he was left to his own devices. Aside from the occasional visit from Soundwave who would just sit in silence with him. 

 

He opened up the unfamiliar comm signal, curious of who would dare message him.

 

-:: Unknown: QnjwNSofkleme’-= ::-

 

Well, that wasnt what Shockwave had expected… The one eyed bot was confused to say the least, perhaps it was a miscommunication?

 

Another ping to his systems said otherwise.

 

-:: Unknown: oeiw On, waeut. Owhse ywh fseuin’ ::-

 

This message seemed to be attempting to communicate, the glyphs were nonsensical but laid out as if specific words. Perhaps this was a code. Shockwave started running the dialogue through his decoding software when another ping went off.

 

-:: Unknown: S0rey, dnwt meane tp emanusage yu o. Cacwnt feigur out dwam taweblet. ::-

 

Shockwave blinked at the text. This one was almost correct linguistically. As if the messenger was a couple glyphs off in each word. Hm, perhaps this was not a code.

 

-:: Scientist: That is alright, friend. May I inquire how you came across this line? ::-

 

Acting kind was not Shockwave’s forte, but he needed to gather information without the other bot suspecting why. He was surely going to report this later.

 

The next message took longer, not much but enough to draw more curiosity.

 

-:: Unknown: On ludt. Didt raleize tabelt waz on. Teing to esseage Mwegatreon. Or wavw ::-

 

Now, that was shocking. Somehow, this bot had stumbled across this line. A private line that only those of high rank had the ability to message freely. Not to mention they were trying to contact Lord Megatron , or at least that's what he assumed based on the typos. No one contacts their leader, he will message you first and then you respond. Otherwise you were likely to get your helm blasted off.

 

-:: Scientist: Oh? How curious, do you mind if I ask your designation? ::-

 

Afterall, he needed to know who to report.

 

-:: Unknown: Desgation? Ywou maen name? Nuh uh, nit saring wth starger. ::-

 

Shockwave vented harshly. Rude, how rude . Sure the bot didn't know his rank, but it was common courtesy to state your designation even if you weren't sure if the other outranked you.

 

-:: Scientist: I see, well I hope you manage to message Lord Megatron. ::-

 

It was backhanded, sure, but still a kind enough statement that it wouldn’t call him out on being directly harming. Afterall, that was what the other was trying to accomplish.

 

-:: Unknown: Ty, wull text laeter. ::-

 

He did not hope to see any more communications from this hooligan. In fact, he would be pleased to hear about the mech’s death from their Lord himself at a later date. For now, he let himself return to the datapad he had been previously pouring over. 

 

---

 

Luckily, the ‘Scientist’ as labeled on your tablet was quite understanding of the situation. Despite being bombarded with no doubt confusing sentences as you attempted to figure out how the English-to-Cybertronian translation worked. 

 

The other text was translated as it was sent from the other party, but for some reason as you typed, your letters changed to strange shapes making it difficult to understand what exactly you were writing. Needless to say, it took a bit to figure out how to turn off that function.

 

You also managed to find how to exit the chat, finding a short list of nicknames which you understood lead to the different bots you had met so far.

 

There was ‘Glorious Leader’, which was clearly Megatron. ‘Traitor’, which you figured was Starscream. ‘DJ’, Most likely Soundwave. ‘Medic’, a bit too obviously Knock-Out. Then lastly, ‘Scientist’. Who you have definitely not met. You weren't even sure why they were in your contacts.

 

Oh well, you're sure you'll find out later.

 

For now, you opened Megatron's chat. A bit worried that he may try to kill you for texting out of boredom but this was almost an emergency. 

 

-:: You: WYD? ::-

 

With a simple message sent, you leaned back onto your pile of pillows. Hoping that the war lord wasn’t too busy. 

 

-:: Glorious Leader: ‘WYD’? I am unfamiliar with that word. Hold on. ::-

 

As you started to type out your explanation, another message was sent.

 

-:: Glorious Leader: Ah, alright then. I am currently reading through some reports Soundwave sent over. Though, I would recommend not using your emergency communications module for such simple questions. ::-

 

At least he wasn’t mad… Or didn't sound like it.

 

-:: You: Vry bored. Nothing else to do. ::-

 

Honesty is the best policy after all. You didn’t want to lie, and he didn’t seem all that annoyed by your interruption. Slogging through reports was probably just as boring. 

 

-:: Glorious Leader: Well, I will report this to Soundwave. He will acquire some entertainment for the future. For now, wait just a moment. ::-

 

-:: You: ??? ::-

 

When no response appeared after a minute or two you dropped the tablet down. There goes your source of entertainment… 

 

Part of you was tempted to try and message someone else, but by the time you started debating who to bother, your room door opened. 

 

“Human.” Megatron's deep voice reverberated through the room, as he curled one finger towards him, “Come here.” 

 

You blinked, looking down at the clear blue screen then at the war lord. 

 

“Well you could’ve told me you were coming over…” You pushed yourself off the bed, dropping the half a foot down to the ground that you couldn’t reach and moved over to Megatron. 

 

“Well, where's the fun in that?” The grin that spread across his face plate was borderline sadistic, “Come closer.”

 

You eyed the mech suspiciously, but moved near enough for Megatron to reach down to pick you up. Movements slow enough to be their own warning without need for verbal confirmation. It was… weird. Seeing the energon-thirsty leader acting so calm and restrained.

 

Megatron cradled you carefully in his servos, digits wrapped around your waist like a sudo-seatbelt. When you were secure, he left your room. Sauntering down the halls with a speed you could only recreate in a vehicle. You eventually broke the not quite uncomfortable silence.

 

“...Where are you taking me?”

 

Without pausing in his stride, he answered. Glancing down at you, meeting your gaze.

 

“My habsuit. I was beginning to grow tired of those reports just as you commed me, so I figured we might as well entertain one another.” 

 

There was an air of nonchalance to his tone, light and calm despite the multitude of ways one could interpret such a statement. Your face flushed at the immediate dirty thoughts that flooded to mind. It was hard to push them away. A cough escaped your throat as you tried to clear your mind

 

“W-Well don’t you think that's a bad idea? I mean- Don't you have to finish reading?” You attempted to reason, pointedly trying to avoid having more one-on-one time with the Decepticon leader. “Soundwave probably put lots of effort into writing those. Don't you think Meg- Lord Megatron?”

 

He hummed in response, the vibrations cascading down from his vocalizer to his chestplate and through his servos. 

 

“Perhaps, but they can wait. It almost seems like you don't want to spend time with me, little human… ” Megatron teased, subtly slipping in that delectable growl he used before. Making you shiver slightly and squirm uncomfortably. 

 

“No no! Just… was making sure you weren't wasting your precious time with such a lowly organic.” 

 

That made him chuckle, the movement of his frame jostling you slightly.

 

“I assure you, I am not wasting anything… ”

 

Oh boy…

Notes:

so fun fact, i like to imagine how cybertronian language works is very similar to japanese and chinese

obv not cannon, but it’s my favorite way to play with it.

autobot glyphs are formed from the og cybertronian ones, like modern chinese verses older chinese characters. while decepticon glyphs took the original alphabet and way of writing but over time made their own language out of it, like japanese which first used the chinese alphabet then later modified things. so in that sense, i’d say that the keyboard that Reader sees is an english translated version of the main glyphs that when typed auto format to their respective words, similar to how the japanese keyboard does, and the option to turn off that visible formatting wasn’t on lol. it’s the difference between seeing konichiwa and こんにちは.

also translations for the readers comm bits lol:

1st two are nonsense

3rd: sorry, didn't mean to message you. cant figure out damn tablet.

4th: on list. didn't realize tablet was on. trying to message megatron. or wave (soundwave).

5th: designation? you mean name? nu uh, not sharing with a stranger.

6th: ty, will text later.

also if it aint obvious, soundwave picked the nicknames on the tablet lol

ANYWAYSSSS hope you enjoyed, i made ART of a scene!! i’ll post link here to the tumblr post hehehe

https://www.tumblr.com/mushruined/786885130799185920/art-for-chapter-6-of-in-arms-of-evil-you-hold?source=share

Chapter 7: i take her to my habsuit and i frag it

Summary:

megs makes a silly decision then gets distracted, while you have a mini breakdown over some realizations

Notes:

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG

on another note guess who is freshly 22 baby, happy belated bday to me!!

this chapter is extra long to make up for the delay, i’ve just been so busy ;-;

tw: mild panic attack, flirtations, mentions of war? (nothing crazy lol), horny reader

hope you enjoy!!!

Bringing a human to his habsuite was… an impulsive decision to say the least. Megatron processor was overtaxed from reading endless repetitive reports and hadn’t quite thought of the consequences of such an action. 

 

Temptation to sweep up the human and draw them into a no doubt entertaining conversation overrid any thoughts of how poor behavior it was to be cavorting with a prisoner, an organic nonetheless. 

 

Something about this specific human was different. Megatron noted the contrast in behaviors of his second and third in charge, each taking their free time to bother the little thing, as well as his medic who bombarded his reports with ‘subtle‘ hints of having the human inspected again. 

 

As if all who encountered them were drawn in like a sparking to candied energon. 

 

His spark had stuttered when he saw his commlink light up with their message. Just a small flicker, a jolt. But enough of a feeling to make him confused.

 

Megatron pointedly ignored it, but it was clear now that there was something there in the back of his brain module. Scratching and itching to be set free. 

 

He glanced down at the human in the palm of his servo. They were so tiny, so insignificant. The two of them locked optics, and a sheepish smile bloomed across their organic faceplate. He looked away. Systems whirring just beneath his chassis. 

 

When Megatron arrive at his habsuite, he move over to his berth setting the little thing down. The size comparison was laughable. He could only hope that the remodeled cassette room that Soundwave gave the human was better. He couldn’t imagine their tiny form trying to scale across a berth this size. 

 

The human looked around the space, intake wide in awe and curiosity.

 

“Wow… Your room is actually kinda cool looking.” The shock of his apparent level of interior design hurt a bit, but he brushed it off.

 

“What did you expect? Blank empty walls?” Megatron teased, “Cybertronians have a much longer life span than you organics, it would be dull to have your point of recharge and relaxation empty.”

 

They nodded with his words, jerking their head back to look at him rather than ogle the surroundings.

 

“Well- I know that much, I just expected you to be more… simple with decor. Not so… 90’s teenager.”

What in the frag was a ‘90’s teenager’?

 

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Okay, maybe you shouldn't have compared a warlord’s room of conquests and trophies to that of a high schooler with way too much time on their hands, but come on. 

 

The walls were a deep purple, covered in various signs and car parts, which now thinking about it were probably body parts. The bed he tossed you on was blander than yours, and about double the size. There weren't any blankets, just a couple of metal cubes that resemble pillows, and the area wasn't squishy like yours. More unyielding. 

 

One corner of the room held a desk with various stacks of blue tablets and tools. Right beside it was a door that probably led to a bathroom of sorts. Across from the bed was a… couch? Or at least it looked like one, but solid metal once again. With a sci-fi ass looking tv suspended mid air. 

 

Various funky lights were around, brighter than the rest of the ship but no blinding LEDs.

 

“Sooo…” You drew out the word, looking at the mech who was now sitting on the edge of his bed, “What did you wanna do?”

 

Your mind filled with all sorts of scenarios, none of which would be approved in a work environment.

 

“If I am being honest, I did not think this far ahead.” Megatron explained.

 

Ah, so this wasn’t an invitation to learn the ins and outs of Cybertronian biology. Sad.

 

“Well- That's fine!” You say just a bit too quick, “We can just talk for a bit.”

 

You scoot closer to him, the movement awkward and a bit squeaky due to the distance and metal. Sitting criss-cross apple sauce about a foot away from the war lord.

 

The mech watched your struggle, you couldn't tell if he was holding back a laugh or a growl but there were some minor chest movements, optics following.

 

“Sooo…” You trailed off, looking up and locking eyes with Megatron, an expectant gaze matching yours, “...Whats your favorite color?”

 

Now that got a chuckle. The large silver mech covering his mouth as if to prevent you from noticing. Sure, it was a dumb icebreaker question, but you can imagine how funny it was coming from you.

 

“And here I had expected something of more substance… But I suppose introductory questions aren't the most odd thing to ask, even to your captor.” His deep voice seemed to reverberate through you as he spoke, smirking down at you resting his helm on his servo. “If I had to answer… I suppose purple would be the best option. The hue is regal, strong. A perfect choice to represent the Decepticon cause.”

 

You nodded along with his explanation, enjoying getting more than threats out of him. It's not like you weren't afraid of him killing you any more. The innate urge to bolt was still there. But he hadn't done anything. None of the mechs have, except for Starscream but you’re pretty sure that was an accident. So you were trying. Using the strategy of confidence and humor to traverse the odd place you were put in.

 

“Now, a question in return.” Megatron spoke up, “What happened before you… arrived here? You mentioned such a feat occurring in times of great distress.”

 

Internally you cringed. Fruck, of course he'd ask that. Try to get more information on your bullshit. Not indulge you in petty small talk.

 

“Ah- Well…” You started, stammering and trying to figure out how to explain. Should you lie? Try to fib?

 

“Human.” The warlord growled, the tone sending another shiver down your spine, “It would be best to answer as honestly as possible.”

 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

 

Megs must've figured out how much that voice affected you. Trying to use it as a bargaining point. A light blush flooded your face as you cleared your throat.

“Um-” 

 

The mech leaned just a hair closer, hovering over you. Optics staring at you. Watching.

 

“Well…”

 

As soon as you were about to spill the beans, Megatron raised a hand to his helm, slipping off the berth. Saving you from his oppressive gaze. You exhaled in relief as he began to talk.

 

“What is it?” His voice was sharp, grated. “I am currently in the middle of-” 

 

He cut himself off, listening, nodding along to the other line.

 

“Fine. I will head out now. Ready the troops. Be there in a breem, hold out till then.” 

 

Megtaron’s frustration seeped into the air, the environment seemingly charged with electricity as he looked down at you.

 

“Autobots are waging an attack on one of the outer defenses. I will send someone to watch over you. For now stay put.” He ordered, moving to exit.

 

Just before the mouth of the door he stopped and looked back at you.

 

“Send a comm if you are in need. This shouldn't take more than a groon.”

 

You had no idea how long a ‘groon’ was but you weren't able to ask before the Warlord let the door slam down behind him. Leaving you alone in his bedroom.

 

“Well, that was good timing…” 

 

Really good timing. Suspiciously good timing. It made you think for a moment. 

 

When you look back on it, Megatron just… accepting the idea of isekai is weird. The behaviors of these apparently human hating mechs is weird. You hadn’t thought much about it, you were technically in a fanfiction after all. But… does that mean the author is controlling you? Controlling everyone? 

 

You flopped back down on the Warlords bed. Cringing slightly at the pain that wrung through your system as you hit the metal a bit hard. 

 

Your phone… maybe you could find the fanfiction again. Read ahead. When you first started, there was only one chapter out. But something told you that wasn’t the case anymore, at least going off of how much has already occurred. 

 

Wracking your memory for details, you tried to think of more information about the fanfiction.

 

The only things you could think of were that it was transformers, what the title was, and… that it was a harem. 

 

“Oh fuck-“ You cursed, slapping a hand over your mouth. 

 

Okay. You knew that, but processing it was a different matter. Maybe, instead of the author controlling things… The characters were just following the script. Soundwave did seem abnormally interested in you, Knockout and Starscream too. You couldn’t quite tell if Megatron was or not, he could just be gathering information but he was at least nicer to you than he seemed normally. 

 

This was worrisome, not knowing if everything in this world is being controlled or not. It made your stomach feel gross, churning uncomfortably with a mixture of emotions.

 

The door opened again before you could spiral further. Revealing the third-in-command. The cassette player walking into the room with a familiarity that only came from being the eyes and ears on this ship, and maybe a bit of fucking on the side if you were to guess.

 

The blue mech walked closer, head tilted slightly as he examined your prone form. It was weird how much you trusted Soundwave. Maybe the author was the one influencing that- Or maybe-

 

“Query: Current status?” The stilted monotone words flooded your mind, cooling your panic down.

 

Part of you knew he could tell something was up.

 

“I’m- Fine. Just… thinking about things.” It was an evasive answer, sure, but not untruthful. “Are you here to ‘watch over me’?”

 

“Assumption: Correct. Soundwave: Not only mech requested. Starscream: To come by if aerial support is unnecessary.”

 

More weirdness, why would Megatron have his two highest ranked officers watch over a lowly human when they could be out in the field.

 

You pushed your body to sit up looking at the stoic Cybertronian.

 

“Weird question but…” You paid for a moment, thinking your words through. “Do you guys have like… human technology?”

 

“Decepticons: Use Cybertronian tech, not organic. Further explanation: Required.”

 

Ah, right. That probably seemed random. Like you were trying to figure out their systems rather than get a phone charger. 

 

“I mean- How do you get things for me?” You danced around the topic, “Like the bedsheets and pizza rolls. Do you… have a storage of things or something?” 

 

Soundwave let out a light ex-vent, as if snorting at your admittedly silly sounding question.

 

“No. Soundwave: Deploys vehicons to source supplies from human establishments. Soundwave: Does not take more than necessary.”

 

It almost sounded like he was comforting you. That he was making sure you knew no others were harmed. The mech moved closer, to sit beside you on Megatron's bed.

 

“Ah- Well, thanks.” You smiled tightly, “For, uh, not bothering others too much.”

 

The two of you sat in almost awkward silence for a minute or two. Not quite sure what to say. Part of you wanting to ask more questions, the other part of you not wanting to arouse suspicion.

 

You scooched closer. Feeling how cold the room was, the mild heat that radiated off of the mech was just too tantalizing to not indulge in. Soundwave watched your movements, but didn't comment. The only reason you could tell he even noticed was the uptick in temperature as you inched closer and the slight tilt of his helm.

 

“ Soooo… When do you think Meg- Lord Megatron will be back?” You ask absentmindedly, picking at the skin around your nails.

 

…

 

Okay you know you said you wouldn't ask more questions, but you were bored . And at least this one was acceptable.

 

“Lord Megatron: Strong fighter and leader. Return: Expected within the cycle.”

 

Mhm. Vague as fuck . You really should ask for a translation guide for all these terms…

 

Humming noncommittal, you moved just a hair closer to the blue mech. At this point maybe a foot or two away.

 

“Statement: Temperature levels are low. Query: Do you require warmth?” 

 

Fuck- Well, it was obvious enough at this point. Might as well fully fess up. 

 

“Ah well, yeah kinda. This room is a lot less… human friendly than mine.” You admit sheepishly, trying not to sound too pathetic. ”I’m used to the blankets and such in my bed that help me stay warmer. Metal tends to sap heat from humans- or I guess non- living metal because you guys are actually quite warm.”

 

You tap Megatron's berth to exemplify your point. A dull ring sounds through the room. 

 

“Explanation: Reasonable. Offer: Soundwave provide warmth till Megatron returns.”

 

Before you could protest, Soundwave swooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his frame. Your heart thumped in your chest at the sudden movement. Not expecting the cybertronian to be so forthcoming with affection in the act of help.

 

“Oh- You didn’t have to , I could've just sat near you-” You start to defend yourself, still partially feeling bad about the maybe-being-controled-by-an-author thing, but the mech just shook his helm.

 

“Soundwave: In charge of human. Human: In need of warmth. Solution: Soundwave provide warmth in way most efficient.” His monotone explanation left little room to fight against, so you choose to just sigh.

 

“Okay, okay. I get it.” 

 

It was a nice, slightly awkward, moment. Warmth seeped from his frame more so now and you could find yourself instinctively leaning into it. Eyes grew heavy as the silence expanded. Blinks slowing as you struggled to keep awake. 

 

What was it that you were worried about? You can't remember… 

 

Oh well… At least you're warm and safe.

 

And loved…

Notes:

IM SO TIREDDDDDD

this was supposed to be longer but i was worried it’d take me another month or two to finish so we ended it here ;-; as per usual if you see any typos lemme knowwww ill be going back through later today when im done work :P love yall!!

Notes:

if you see typos let me knowwwww anyways ily see you later <3