Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)
The decepticons began digging up something up deep in the mines when autobots intercept the transportation of the object and unleash a creature within something that has been asleep for millenia.
A/N: I don't own Transformers. This is a reader-insert, but I'm not sure how romance-y it'll get until later on. So please, bear with me. ^ ^ ^ EVENTUAL BULKHEAD X READER ^ ^ ^ "My designation is Airachnid, I am a Decepticon from Cybertron. Who might you be?" "I-er, my name is Y/N." "I don't want anything...
A/N: I don't own it. That's it. ~ Life Itself by Glass Animals ~ ULTRA MAGNUS X READER (SLOW) ~ "Ah, so this is the Insecticon Queen you brought to the ship. It's very nice to finally meet you . . .," "Y/D." "This is my third-in-command, Soundwave, and you've already met my second-in-command Starscream, my...