Y/N: NO

Y/N: NO

Scourge, legimately pausing for a second: shit <- realized he's gotten attached

Then he turns around, points the gun at his fellow cons, they both demand why, he just motions to Y/N and then Nightbird and Battlerap look at eachother, nod, and just yell at the lady at the console to "hurry it up" and BAM they start to kill Unicorns helpers

I figure it'd make for a cool scene if we could see Scourge fight for control over his own body though like, listen

The light in him flickers bright and true, like a flame of a great pyre that'd be sure to burn till the days end, the weight of his internal battle forces him to the ground as he lets out a horrific screech, one that nearly deafens everyone around him. The metal of his chest glows in an orange hue, as if melting iron in a furnace, chains of electricity bending and twisting as he struggles for control over his own body, forcing every single drop of Unicorns filth out of his spark, something dark, something... angry spilling from the chamber that held his very being. It could not talk, it could not move, it could simply exist, yet it made them feel little but disgust and fear. Something about the bright orange, flicking right put a sense of doom into them, as if something was chasing them, hunting them, like a predator preparing to strike just as the hunter turns their back. Something was in that flickring flame. Something that wanted them dead, dead, dead, dead.

But, he could sense it too. He sensed the fear, the panic the terror, something so deep he'd never felt it before, not from them, not even when he'd taken them. This, this was something else entirely. Even after being abducted by something so much larger, they hadn't felt fear like this before, and he never wanted them to feel it ever again.

Now he burned brightly, a gentle hue of red eminating from his chest, something gentler, yet somehow just as violent.

"Taint me no longer"

How he could grap that vile thing, they weren't sure of, but nonetheless the feeling left with the flick of his wrist, sending the orange light back to it's owner.

"Close it"

He was like a man on a mission, by all means he should be the predator, the jaguar that sinks it's teeth into the unsuspecting ant eater, yet they felt not fear as he reached them, felt nothing but relief when he reached to take them in his hands, filled with joy when he transformed into a car, speeding away from the portal as fast as he could.

In short, human cute, he fucking spits Unicorn out of him, life happy

I'll make this longer but uhhh. Sneak peak

🦂

OMG WHATTT, this is so well written you don’t even know…we love emotional and morally conflicted(?) scourge tbh

CONGRATS ON 200+ FOLLOWERS 🎉

THANK YUO SO MUCH AHH🩵

Displeasures of the Flesh

Chapter 11

With that, the door scraped shut.

The man’s breathing evened the second he heard the door slam. You watched him contort himself, his back bent uncomfortably, into a position where he could get a better look at your little room. He had a shock of pitch black hair, cropped short save for various stray cowlicks that spiked upward in several locations. His skin was pale and scarred, specifically where his face met his skull. There were scratch marks, self inflicted. It looked as though he had attempted to peel his face off.

When he turned to you, red eyes glowing, he grinned. Impossibly sharp canines glinted in the low light and fear made your heart pound wildly inside your ribs.

You knew that look.

He said something in a language you couldn’t understand. A low snarl that sounded like he was gargling nails. Glee glinted in his eyes, his pupils dilated so wide, they looked black. Fuck. You knew that look. It was the same one Kaon had in that old shack and the same look he had when he tore into those soldiers.

You were about to be murdered, and not by the man you wanted.

I had an idea for the new transformers movie, and like

Imagine being taken by Mirage with Noah, maybe they'd agreed to help him with the job, maybe they had experience, or some other reason, not the point

But as soon as they're both out the car, and Mirage is transformed, what do they do?

While Noah is waving around with a pipe, they're just staring at Mirage

When he finally turns his attention to them it's just

Mirage: Hey! Ya ain't screaming, ain't that nice? Hey man why can't you be more like them?

Y/N, in an obviously flirty tone: Hey~

Mirage: Oh! Oh it's like that ;) why hello you awfully adorable alien

Noah: What- what are you doing?

Y/N: Shut up I'm trying to get a man

Mirage X Reader – Flirtatious Meeting

A/N - I should technically be getting to other, older requests, but hey, when inspiration bites you in the ass, you don't question it. So, thanks for this great request, it was a lot of fun. I'm obsessed with Mirage now.

Warnings - None.

Rating - T

You gasped as you were thrown from the Porsche that you had accidentally stolen with Noah. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you had gotten into the situation with him, only that you were trying to stop him from making a stupid mistake, and instead you had gotten taken on a joy-ride by a self-driving car.

At this point you were pretty sure the vehicle belonged to some kind of insane billionaire who had driven it via remote control and that you and Noah were going to some secret, privately owned prison wherein the billionaire in question would have the last laugh.

“Oh my God,” You panted, rolling onto your side.

Behind you, you heard a whoop of delight, followed by a comment about how fun that joyride was. You pushed yourself up, ready to yell at whatever jerk had hijacked the car that you had admittedly been part of hijacking yourself.

“(Y/N),” Noah stuttered your name as he tapped your shoulder trying to get you to turn around.

From your peripheral you saw him bend down to pick up a busted pipe and you spun quickly to face your assailant, gasping again when you saw a giant robot.

You could have described him by his height, or his demeanour, or by the fact that you had no idea where he had come from, or who, if anyone had built him, but instead all you could think was that he was… kind of cute. No. That wasn’t it. He was straight up hot, and he seemed to have a sense of humour, which complimented his arrogant nature well.

“Noah,” You hissed. “Put down the pipe.”

“Yeah, Noah,” Mirage mocked, having revealed his own name in his self-serving speech. “Put down the pipe.”

When Noah refused, Mirage’s hand transformed into a cannon of some sort, pointing straight at Noah.

You didn’t dare speak in case things got any worse, but as it happened, Mirage was just toying with Noah, testing his bravery.

“Hmm, tough guy. I like that. I like it a lot.” Mirage mocked playfully, before turning his gaze on you. “And what about you? I mean, you ain’t screaming, that makes a nice change from the movies.”

Mirage looked back to Noah, “You see that man? Your friend ain’t taking a swing at me. You could learn a thing or two from them, so, what’s your deal cutie?”

You didn’t say much past a bright smile and a small flick of your fingers in a half wave, “Hey~”

“Oh! Oh, it’s like that, yeah,” Mirage winked at you. “Well, you ain’t so bad yourself, even if you are an alien.”

“Wait!” Noah demanded, holding out his hands to stop whatever weird flirtation was going on. “You’re an alien?”

“Well, I mean, to me, you’re the aliens,” Mirage countered.

“This is our planet. That makes you the alien.”

You slapped Noah’s arm, “Be nice.”

“Be nice? We just got kidnapped, and you want me to be nice?”

“Hey, we stole him, remember?”

“And he stole us right back! What are you doing anyway?”

You smiled awkwardly at Mirage, “Hey, can you give up a second, please?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Mirage nodded casually, then began whistling, looking away to pretend that he couldn’t hear you.

You grabbed Noah’s shirt and pulled him close to you, “Look man, I was just trying to stop you from making the worst mistake of your life tonight. The least you can do is let me have this, okay?”

“Let you have what?” Noah asked desperately.

“Hey, that alien up there is cute, funny, and I don’t have to ask if he has a vehicle, because he is one. Do you know how many men there are like that? None. So, you can freak out all you want, but I’m trying to score myself a date, okay?”

Noah didn’t get a chance to respond as Mirage interrupted your not-so-secret conversation, “Hey not to bother you but the big guy’s coming now, so you might wanna chill and you know, not threaten him with a pipe or he might squish ya.”

“I’m sorry, someone’s going to squish us?!” Noah demanded incredulously.

“You, maybe, your friend though, (Y/N) was it?”

You nodded, smiling brightly.

“Yeah, (Y/N) not-so-much. See, (Y/N) seems more chill than you Noah, oh and if all goes well, I know a little drive-in cinema we can visit.”

“We’re not going to a drive-in,” Noah deadpanned.

“Ew, no of course not bro. I meant me and (Y/N) there. You’re not gonna be third-wheeling.”

“Consider it a date,” You grinned.

Mirage nodded along happily, and then you, he and Noah were faced with the other Autobots currently residing on Earth.

scourge, trying to ask y/n out: would you like to stay for dinner?

battletrap: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

nightbird, to battletrap: say it louder i don’t think y/n heard you.

battletrap, even louder: WOULD YOU LIKE TO- [gets smacked by scourge]

nightbird: [dying of laughter]

dude nightbird and battletrap.. definitely chaotic. I wanna write for them so bad but I don't want to write them OOC (despite watching the movie twice)

everyone is having dinner after terracon trio switched sides

y/n: optimus primal, could you please pass the salt?

optimus primal: [throws battletrap across the table]

BRO IS SO SALTY ABOUT IT! Everyone is just confused while Primal and Optimus just try to not battle it out with the three