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reblogging this again cuz it is genuinely one of my favorite pieces of Shattered Glass fanart ever
My contribution ft. @cissyswonderland for the @redactedtfzine project!
A nice little story of one war tactician and a gladiatorial games manager.
"Slow down, Librarian"
My contribution ft. @cissyswonderland for the @redactedtfzine project!
A nice little story of one war tactician and a gladiatorial games manager.
sg megabee headcanons.
1- Megatron is a calm friendly and generally very approachable bot who believes there's good in everyone
2- bumblebee is a quietly feral type who constantly gives off the vibe of murder and sports major trust issues.
3- bee is very experienced ahem in bed and not at all shy about it.
4- in contrast megatron is a bit of prude and very easily flustered by such matters.
5- as you can imagine, bee takes great delight in teasing megan.
6- he backs off when he sees mega is genuinely uncomfortable since he tries to mostly respect his boundaries.
7- they compliment eachother in a way
8- Mega is optimistic but tends to be pretty niave and overly trusting.
9- bee is more realistic but as I said he has some trust issues and a pessimistic streak.
10- they both have alot of trauma and try help eachother through it.
11- sg bee apperantly has a creepy laugh according to the wiki but over time mega has grown to love it.
12- bee isn't big on words so he shows affection physically.
13- megatron is hella doting when it comes to bee's emotional needs.
14- this has the entertaining side effect of getting bee flustered because he doesn't know how to cope with genuine care.
15- I will forever hold the idea that sg op and bee had a VERY unhealthy thing going on between them.
16- because of this megan has to help bee through the after affects of it.
17- Megatron has some confidence issues which bee helps to sooth.
18- any bot dumb enough to insult megatron now has to deal with a silent gremlin haunting their nightmares.
19- these two are the embodiment of a Labrador and feral cat dynamic and I love it.
20- while it may seem one-sided to outsiders bee very much does love megatron with all his being.
Sg megabee drabble
"It looks like we'll be stuck with eachother for the time being." Megatron stated idly as he examined the cave they had been trapped in. He should have been more careful, engaging the autobots directly with no regard for the damage they were doing to the ancient mine was just begging for a cave in. The fact that he and the scout had been the only ones trapped was a stroke of luck, if it had been blitzwing or lugnut suffering the consequences of his foolishness Megatron would have never forgiven himself.
"Do you think we would be able to dig ourselves out?" He flinched, not expecting the infamously silent scout to actually talk to him.
"no, no the cave is two unstable, if we moves the rocks we risk the place collapsing in on us. It'll be best to simply wait" the scout, bumblebee, hummed at his explanation before replying.
"Very well, we could explore the mine to see if we can get a comm signal through." He spoke in a very matter of fact tone, his voice cold in the way everything else about him seemed to be. Everything from his icey white paint striped in dull blue black, to the vibrant red optics that marked him as an autobots that still lacked any semblance of warmth. Even his laughter was cold, devoid of mirth or joy.
"Maybe, but theres no guarantee we'd find a spot and we'd likely miss our allies breaking through which could cause problems if it devolved into another fight." The minibot stared at him, eyeing him like a predator sizing up its prey. Megatron fidgeted beneath the harsh glare suddenly feeling as if the walls were pressing in on him before the scout spoke again.
"Smart, What would you like to do while we wait?" Megatron paused at the question and looked the autobot over once again. He seemed to curl in on himself, shuffling his pedes and glancing around, he looked uncertain like a rookie waiting for orders. It was a strange thought, the mad scout that at times seemed completely disconnected from reality being unsure. Yet the more Megatron looked at him the more unassuming and, for lack of a better word, mortal he appeared to be.
"We could just talk for the time being, if your willing." Megatron offered half joking, he doubted bumblebee would take him up on the suggestion even if he was in an oddly talkative mood at the moment. He tilted his head to the side in response, a minute of silence past before he spoke up.
"My name is bumblebee, it's interesting to speak with you, I've never spoken with a decepticon." For a moment Megatron didn't believe what he had just heard but once it sank in he was thrown into a fit of laughter. That was certainly one way to start a conversation. An odd way but a way none the less. Once his laughter subsided he turned his attention back to bumblebe, who look thoroughly startled and quite set on edge by the response.
"Megatron, it's a pleasure to speak with you bumblebee. I must say i thought you weren't one for chatter." Bumblebee shook his head.
"I prefer to listen instead of drawing unnecessary attention to myself and I don't like wasting time on empty words. At the moment however, I already have your attention and all we can do is waste time." Megatron noted an edge of fear in his explanation but opted not to pry and decided to file the observation away for later. It was clear there was something more beneath the cold, beautiful danger of the mechs surface and Megatron was eagure to start digging.
Hours passed like minutes with bumblebee, conversation flowing easily between them. While he had been uncertain and nervous at first bumblebee had the sort of intelligence that allowed him to easily keep up with megatrons talk of philosophy, strategy and history. He had even opened up about his fondness for cleaning amd filing, apperantly his mind could get rather over active at times and mess only added to the clutter so keeping things in order helped him to do the same with his thoughts. Megatron hadn't been able to resist a chuckle when he mentioned using prowls clones to help keep the base clean. Never in all his days had he ever thought he'd get along so well with team primes mad scout yet here they were laughing and talking like old friends.
"They weren't wrong when they said you had a way with words, I can't remember the last time I enjoyed myself nearly as much with someone else. I tend to prefer being alone."
"Given how unpleasant most autobots can be that makes sense, though if you ask me you've proven to be very good company." Megatron complimented with a wink earning him the pleasure of seeing the scouts cheeks turn an adorable shade of pale pink.
"Thank you, aside from my prime most mechs who seek my company aren't particularly interested in conversation." He didn't miss the implications behind that statement and couldn't help the ache of sympathy he felt.
"Well it's their loss because you are really something special." Bumblebee smiled softly, like light peaking through ice the expression made him appear all the more stunning.
"If the team knew I was consorting with the enemy like this they'd throw me in the stockades." He sighed once again curling in on himself.
"You don't have to put up with those mechs you know," Megatron began gently.
"You could come with me. Come with me and become a decepticon and start a new life for yourself, a better life." He offered his hand with a gentle expression which bumblebee stared at in utter shock.
"You want me to become a decepticon?" Bumblebee began giggling softly than louder. "You-wa-want me to-join you!?" He shrieked out between bursts of building eerie laughter. "No. No no no!" "No i-they'd kill me!" "I'd never-be safe again!" "there'd be nowhere!-for me to hide!" The words sounded like they were being forced from his mouth, like a mech gasping for air as they fought against a current dragging them under.
"It's your choice bumblebee." Megatron attempted to sooth as his companions optics became bright and manic and afraid. "No its not-" he cackled tears beginning to prick at the corners of his optics. "Theres nothing else for me." He collapsed to his knees, cold laughter devoid of mirth or joy eachoed off the walls as tears poured down his face. Megatron carefully pulled the minibot against his chest, keeping his hold loose enough to ensure he could get away easily. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed it. I won't hold against you if you stay with them but my offer will always stand." "May-maybe one day. C-can we keep talking?" Megatron smiled softly "of course my friend."
Sg Tfa drabble
Bumblebee curled tighter in on himself as bulkhead and prowl began brawling for the ninth time that day, ever crash and heavy thud ringing in his audials like bombs going off. He hated loud noises, hated the shrill screech of tearing metal and the reverberating crash of hard blows making impact and the angry screaming anddesperatecryinganduncontrollablecacklesCLAWINGtheirwayoutofhisthroatasheSNUFFEDOUTtheirsparktopreservehisownandhissparkPOUNDINGinhisaudialsandhejustwantedittoSTOPwhywon'titSTOP! He was pulled out of his mind by prime ordering silence.
The pair skulked off to the side as the prime entered the room like an encroaching storm with an expression that filled bee's spark with dread and tore a quiet giggle from his throat. He knew that look, he hated that look almost more than he hated loud noises, that was the look that meant primes twisted mind was busy plotting something big. When prime turned his attention to him his wires ran cold and the giggling became louder.
Prime didn't look at him like other mechs did, with greedy wanting optics like they wanted to devour him whole. Bumblebee knew hunger, hunger was manageable, but prime had no hunger in his gaze. He had greed and want like all the others but instead of the desire to consume, bumblebee saw only a desire to control and own. Prime looked at him like a prized animal he planned to collar for himself, a bird he wanted to cage. "Bumblebee." Bee snapped to attention at primes call and jumped from his perch to his commanders side with a salute like a loyal dog. "Sir." He greeted despite the manic chuckling clawing its way from his throat. Prime didn't take kindly to perceived slights so it was best to simply give him what he felt was due. "I need you to scout out the train tracks cutting through the south side. Case the entire length for possible areas of interception and report back to me when you're done." Bumblebee felt a quiet twinge of relief in his chest. A casing mission meant hours studying and area alone while making plans based off the information he gathered. That was something he could happily do.
It wasn't wise to let the enemy leader follow him, it was less wise to divert in his mission further in order to lure him into the woods. Neither of those had anything on doing such in order to talk to the enemy leader. That was how you got tossed in the stockades on death row for treason, but an unusual feeling smothered his anxiety and urged him on. Ever since the cave-in he hadn't been able to stop looking back on their encounter. There was something about the mech that kept nagging at his mind, something odd he couldn't quite place. The closest feeling he had ever experienced, was in his boot camp days with longarm but even that didn't quite match up. So despite his better instincts bumblebee transformed and offered him a casual greeting. "See something you like handsome?"