Transformers Prime Imagines

Beggin (Optimus X Femme Reader)

A/N: Inspired by the song above! Have another angst chapter because I can hahahaaha~ Enjoy!

TW: toxic relationship, abuse, quite angsty.

Key: (N/N) = nickname

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"Tell us what is your plan, Primus damn you!" Arcee roared, slamming her blades onto your faceplate. Fresh Energon dripped and you spat out some from your dermas but you still didn't give in. Smirking, you hazily looked up at the two-wheeler with a cool look.

"Nice try...even a cybercat could deal more damage than you." I said, grinning. Arcee groaned loudly, ready to land another hit to my aching body when Bulkhead pulled her away, trying to calm her down.

"Hey, easy there! We need her alive!" he said, though I could feel the Wrecker eyeing me.

"It's a good day to die~" I said, leaning in. My two servos were held up in the air by stasis cuffs, rendering me powerless against these afts.

"Careful for what you wish for, Con." Wheeljack replied, optics glinting with murder.

After all, who wouldn't?

You were the top lieutenant of the Decepticon. During Megatron's absence, you were next in command besides Starscream. Though, you power and strength far outmatched the wretched seeker. (Y/N) (L/N) was once a mediocre flyer with a job at the Iacon Hall of Records, spending her days computing data and other mundane stuff.

Until you joined the Decepticons.

They gave you freedom to use your fight abilities to the max, not to mention your natural ability of fighting. You could go hand-in-hand combat with Megatron and get a stalemate, that was how good you were and he saw that.

...I mean, he would obviously take notice sooner or later, given that you were very temperamental and often go to the Pits to battle. That was how your fellow data archivists tossed you out of the place, having a distaste for their crew with a liking to battle.

Oh well, their loss.

Obviously, you weren't EXACTLY a mindless criminal. You had some lines to be drawn, and that was hurting innocent beings. You had wandered through the streets of Cybertron, seeking shelter after you were stripped and casted out of your caste, leaving you with nothing but yourself. You knew how hard it was to fend for one's own and saw how the unfortunate perished in the harsh conditions and vowed to only kill your targets.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Case in point, you would always steer clear from the Bot's charges, or humans; the main organics dwelling this planet. You knew they were with the Autobots, but you ALSO knew that they were small and... innocent.

At least, in your judgement.

You got yourself into a few troubles due to this opinion of yours with Megatron, but you held your ground firm. And thus, leaded you to this point. You were scouting for Energon after having an awful row with your supposedly sparkmate, the silver gladiator had all but spat harsh words and raised his servos on you...again, when the Autobots ambushed you and took you back as a hostage.

Great.

Flashback

"I won't hurt the kids! Why won't you get that through your thick skull, Megatron?" I yelled, waving my servos in the air. The warlord growled, slamming his servos on the computer before stalking towards me. With a flash, he tugged onto my audial fins hard, pulling me close to his face as hurting words started to pour out of his dermas.