Hi Monty,

Hi Monty,

I'm legit on two devices so I don't send in my ask early this time. I can't pick between the two so I'll ask for dealer's choice.

May I please ask for a continuation of Soulmate!AU Megatron or a continuation of First Contact!AU Rung with helping his shelf human.

Thanks

Bookworm

Hi Bookworm!! Glad you could make it :D I chose the First Contact Rung one. Thanks for the request :)

Here is part one!

Warnings: SFW, GN human reader

This is not going to have a tasteful outcome, Rung is sure. Ultra Magnus is equal parts displeased and utterly stumped, refusing to sit since the therapist revealed you. You are tiny and terrified all over again, and Rung’s spark twists. Bringing you right back to square one is the last thing he wanted, but you deserve–require–more than being holed up in the crook of some shelf. 

But Primus, do you look scared. He cradles you in his hand, loosening his fingers from your soft body in a thoughtless act to give you room. If you ran now it would only cause more stress and panic for your little body, but Rung just can’t bring himself to hold you against your will even knowing that your best interest is not communicable. With your limbs no longer bound to stillness, it becomes clear why you are scared–and to Rung’s embarrassingly heavy relief–it’s Ultra Magnus. Your delicate spine presses into Rung’s palm through your thin coverings as you back into Rung’s palm, desperate to distance yourself from the blue mech, and Rung can't help but feel a bit flattered even if he has doubts on your choice of protector.

Ultra Magnus picks up on the fondness swiftly. “How long have you known of the human’s presence?” He asks. Optics narrowed and posture stiff, it’s clear how serious–rightfully so, Rung thinks–Ultra Magnus is taking this. 

Rung runs a finger down your side in an effort of minute comfort before replying. “I found them just moments ago.” He gestures to the fallen model, a few fragile bits broken from the impact still scattered across the floor. “They were scavenging, I believe.”

‘Moments ago’ might be an understatement between all the time he spent coaxing you off the shelf and delighting in your tentative murmurs as you stared up at him, but Rung assumes Ultra Magnus’ demand was the most pleasant way of asking if you had been a secret pet, and after witnessing this crew’s typical antics, the question hardly seems insulting and something more akin to reasonable despite how utterly unpet-like you are. Though, perhaps that’s just his conscious’ way of protecting him from the unfortunate truth: the soft little wide-eyed creature hugging their frankly adorable face to his fingers that he hardly knows at all has already gone further to treat him like a person than most.

Ultra Magnus watches you interact with Rung with sharp optics before relenting. “I will alert the captain to this…situation.”

The human, knowing that the bots see them the way humans see dogs: Please?

Ultra Magnus, crumpling like a coke can: Fine, just this once.

The human, doing this for the 14th time: Thank you!

They’ve all learned the subtle art of manipulating giant robots that have no actual idea what is good for them or not. Poor Ratchet is relying on humans being honest when he asks and they’re all very good at just lying their way through it.

Human: Treats are absolutely mandatory or else they’ll die Ratchet. Everyone knows that.

Ratchet: I can tell you’re lying, but I don’t have the knowledge to say you’re wrong.

Somewhat inspired by my last reblog, imagine First Contact 'bots not knowing what is and isn't okay for humans to eat, and being overly cautious about anything and everything their charges want to eat.

Human: *chewing*

Bot: "What's in your intake?"

Human: "..." *chewing faster*

Bot: "HEY, STOP THAT!"

This idea has been my brainrot for months! If you've ever been on reddit, or tiktok lately you might have seen a funny subreddit titled "humans are space orcs". Well I fell inlove with that headcannon, so I wanted to put in the request for poly ratchet and drift with a human reader, reader had stowawayed on the lostlight and was lucky enough that the ship was being supplied oxygen, with occasional stops giving the chance for reader to go out and grab some supplies.

Long story short reader ends up getting caught in the medbay, battered and bruised, and gets stuck in a staring contest with ratchet, who is bewildered.

(I also find the comparison of cybertronians being possible scared of humans, like a elephant is of mice)

And my first request after my little hiatus! I apologize for the wait :) This was a fun idea to work with! This description matched the First Contact AU pretty perfectly so this accidentally became a First Contact fic, sorry if that’s not what you were looking for HAHA. Still though, i hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader, First Contact AU

“And how did you say you found this creature, again?”

“By sheer coincidence! I was gathering some extra supplies from the crates in the back of the medbay, only to push a box aside and find… this.”

You lay flat against your elbows in the palm of a bright red servo, eyes darting frantically between the two titans above you as they conversed in an exchange of vowels and consonants you couldn’t comprehend. The two aliens were similar in color, yet couldn’t look more different— as if they were opposites, yet complemented one another all the same.

The bot that held you was square in his frame, his default expression a discontented scowl. From the platform of his palm, you could see the aged paint of his plating, full of dents and scratches galore. On the hand beneath you, specifically, you could see the chips of paint around each of his joints. Near-imperceptible to a being of his scale, certainly, but you could see the little splotches of blue peeking out from constant use.

The mech beside him was a completely different story, however. Rather than the square, boxy shape of his companion— this one was decorated with sharp angles. His color palette was like the other’s but reversed, more white with accents of bright red. Despite his triangular appearance, he gazed at you in Ratchet’s palm curiously— while Ratchet appeared more skeptical than anything.

“Have you ever seen a being such as this?” Wondered Drift aloud.

“Not in my years, no,” Ratchet replies with a shake of his head.

Wordlessly, Drift offers up both of his hands cupped before you. You pull back, head flicking between Drift’s face and his offered hands, grimacing.

Despite the language barrier, you know the sound of a scoff when you hear it, and as it echoes out from above you you can feel the platform of Ratchet’s palm start to tilt out from beneath you. You can do little to grab on— the ridges of his joints weren’t wide enough for you to cling to, so you succumb to your fate and tumble down into the samurai’s awaiting servos.

“Ratchet!” Drift scolds, “You could’ve handled them a little nicer.”

“C’mon, I wasn’t going to wait all day for it to hop off,” the medic grumbles. “Plus, it’s an organic. The texture was… off-putting.”

As if to prove his hypothesis, Ratchet reaches out a large digit and pokes at your stomach. In your injured state, you let out a wheeze, and Drift is quick to pull his hands closer towards him and away from his conjux.

“Did you hear that?” He asks, not really expecting an answer. “They almost sounded injured, poor thing.”

“Can I take a look?” Ratchet hums, and the white mech stares at him suspiciously for a moment. The older bot lets out another scoff, “I won’t handle them roughly, I promise.”

Satisfied, Drift nods, and slowly lowers his hands from his chassis to present you forwards. You were holding your stomach now, curled inwards in a fetal position, but even so, one could easily tell you were covered in marks and bruises all over your little form.

Again, Ratchet hums. “Let’s take them to the main medbay, see if our scanners can pick up anything.” As the medic concedes, a smile spreads wide across Drift’s faceplate, and Ratchet has to stuff down the urge to grin himself at seeing him so excited. He occupies himself by starting towards the main scanner, activating it and preparing any systems they may have needed. “With any luck, we can figure out just what this creature is.”

Drift starts to make his way over to the scanner as well, cradling you gently between his two hands. He lifts you up to his face, and though you scoot back up away from it, something about his innocent smile seems… endearing, to you.

“Hear that, little one? We’re going to get you all fixed up in no time.”

Hello? Where did you go? I will find you…

It sounds worried.

But it could be a trap.

You have to protect your family and hide them anywhere but inside the house, the house is no longer safe. Don't stay anywhere in the open for too long and be as quiet as possible.

You have: 1 light. 2 children. 1 spade, 5 damage

Transformers being fascinated by the differences between their recharge and human sleep.

When a Transformer is in recharge they are almost always completely still. Even in the throes of dreams and nightmares their frame remains almost entirely immobile, flat on their back, servos to their sides. Humans, meanwhile, sleep so recklessly. Heads cocked, limbs sprawled, hands and feet hanging off the edge of their tiny beds. Floppy and limp-limbed, sometimes they move, adjust, or even talk while in the depths of their little organic recharge.

Bots like Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, they've been around humans for long enough that it no longer fazes them. Sure, it's odd. But they just chalk it up to another weird thing that humans do that can't completely be rationalized. Autobots and Decepticons who don't get as much contact with humans however, find it vaguely creepy.

Ultra Magnus telling you multiple times to speak up before realizing with a shudder that you've been recharging the entire time, yet somehow holding a mostly-cognizant conversation.

Thundercracker always keeping a hand around you when you want to cuddle because he's paranoid you're going to roll off his berth in your sleep and SPLAT! onto the floor.

Swerve finding the idea of 'sleep-walking' silly until he finds you standing in the dark hallway facing the wall and muttering to yourself. He screams so loud he wakes up half the Lost Light crew.

Soundwave shifting uncomfortably when he can feel you rolling around and readjusting yourself in his cassette bay, soft little hands and feet pressing up against the interior walls.

Meanwhile humans are always telling them how unsettling it is that they sleep so still! Comparisons to zombies, vampires, corpses, they go right over the bots heads. Why do humans think it's weird when they're always moving around like possessed little puppets in their recharge?!?

Finished the first chapter! The second chapter is almost finished and chapter 3 is done so hopefully I’ll be able to post the full thing by the end of the week!