Transformers x reader (Oneshots)

Warrior (Megatron TFP)

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Y/n's POV
Your hooked talons click satisfyingly against the metal floor as you pace back and forth in your berthroom.

A rather annoying pang of nervousness stops you, and with a low growl, you sit down and fold your ragged wings against your back as you glare at the smaller door. Waiting rather impatiently for your master to show.

"Y/n. Come." Master finally appears in the small doorway, and you hurridly leap to your pedes, ready to follow him to your new home.

Leaving the berthroom, you spare it no farewell as you walk behind Master. His smaller, purple frame seems rather pathetic as your shadow looms over him in the dim lighting, reminding you of his status as a simple scientist.

Neverless, you glare down the tunnels at passing soldiers, and bask in the familiar fear scent they give off as you stare them down.

One bumps into Master accidentally in his rush to get somewhere, and you let loose a protective growl as you flash your fangs at him.

"Attacking would be illogical. At ease Y/n." Your Master's single optic stares up at you as he orders you to back down, and you roll your optics as you obey him with a shake of your tail.

Accidentally tripping the soldier as your tail moves slightly to the left.

You have to fold your wings rather close to your back, and duck your helm down lower to follow Master through the entrance to a large room, and the moment you enter the room, all optics are on your gleaming, darkly colored frame.

Unfolding your wings in a show of dominence, you raise your helm high as you look down at the soldiers at the computers around the edges of the room, and the strange, masked mech who approaches you followed by your master.

"Y/n. This is Soundwave. He is the communications officer." You recognise the silent, yet powerful aura of the slender mech before you, and cautiously dip your head in greeting, knowing that he wouldn't understand any of your growls like Master does.

"Is this it Shockwave?"

The cold, powerful voice of a gray mech on a throne seizes your attention as your master's designation leaves his dermas.

"Correct my liege. Her chosen designation is Y/n."
You look down at Master as he respectfully adresses the warlord, and you hesitantly fold in your wings as the gray mech looks you over.

Lifting your helm high, you sit proudly as you are examined by your master's superior, recognising his strength and dominance, but also not wanting to look weak.

"Rather small compared to the other one Shockwave. But it'll do."

Small?!

You narrow your optics dangerously and a growl rumbles from your throat as the warlord throws his annoyingly correct observation in your faceplates, and he glares right back.

"She has a rather illogical temper, and it does not seem fixable." Master warns you with a twitch of his servo to stand down, and you begrudgingly comply with his request. Not wanting to anger your creator.

"Very well. She will be my new guard seeing as these vehicons are incapable of doing it themselves."

Anger rushes through you as he waves off Master, and you growl as you wrap your tail around one of Master's arm components.

"Y/n. Megatron is your Master. Release me at once and take your place by his side." Shockwave shakes you off, and you stare at him in surprise and confusion as he promptly leaves the room without another word.