Unfinished OP/SS moveiverse insect Fic
I started writing this for the primescream comm's contest (the prompt about "For the hatchlings" specifically) but then it started going down a road I didn't really like and I stopped. Still, it's a page and a half, and I don't want it to just sit unread on my computer. So here ya go.
Warnings: Dubcon at the end. Or at least implied dubcon?
Notes: I've been obsessed with the insectoid Cybertronian stuff going on at the kinkmeme lately, and I wanted to dabble in it. ... It came out creepy. Oops? Basically what this fic was going for was that Primes are hive-leaders, and tend to try and... uh, assimilate hatchlings and other specific members of other Primes' hives. For genetic diversity and all that. In the midst of battle, immediately after Ironhide's death, Optimus is a little... uh, unstable, and conventiently "forgets" his motto that all sentient beings have a right to choose. He uses his powers as a Prime on Starscream in an attempt to assimilate him and, by proxy, the surviving hatchlings.
This was supposed to end on a somewhat happier note, with Optimus apologetic and a very good Prime, enough so that Starscream at least willingly accepts him, but... I wasn't able to finish. Maybe one day?
High above the ruins and chaos of Detroit, Optimus Prime dangled from loose cabling, his wings - Jetfire’s wings - caught in the mess. Struggling only tangled him further in its grip and it was with a frustrated roar that Optimus realized the sounds of battle were drifting further away from his position. The battle was leaving him behind.
Optimus did not have the luxury of time to ruminate on his sudden battle-lust, nor the motivations behind it (all of which happened to be the empty, spark-less husks left by Decepticons across this planet). His struggling attracted attention from the lagging remnants of the Decepticon forces, chasing after their Autobot quarry. Two units spotted the stranded Prime and targeted, only to find that even a trapped Prime was not a helpless one.
Optimus watched the smoking shuttlecraft crash, into buildings, each other, and finally the ground below. It was an unfortunate distraction, for Optimus abruptly found himself fending off another, more personal attacker.
“Priiiiime!” The voice was familiar, as were the claws reaching for his vital components. When it finally reared back to escape the Prime’s retaliatory blows, it was the face that startled Optimus.
“Starscream!” Optimus roared, torn between sating his need for retribution and the shock of seeing a mech so badly damaged still functioning. Starscream’s head was mutilated. It was a wonder he could still navigate well enough to fly with only one functioning optic and the myriad of other visibly damaged equipment. The jet’s persistence and dedication was almost admirable. Only months prior, the seeker would have run to cower and heal himself rather than rejoin the fray so directly…
It made Optimus wonder what had changed.
“Fool!” Starscream hissed, fluids dribbling from his mouth and flecking Prime’s frame. “Got yourself caught, did you? This is why the sky should remain the sole domain of seekers! Everything else is disgustingly inferior.”
“Are you going to fight me or are you going to continue drooling everywhere?” Optimus snarled, trying to bring his rifle to bear. Unless Starscream moved back, however, it was useless. There wasn’t enough room. His words, however, seemed to be a startlingly good weapon on their own. Starscream hissed again, wings flaring out to their maximum distance in an offended intimidation attempt.
“It is not drool!” Starscream argued, predictably petty, like a child, and just as easily distracted. “How dare you! You’re not even worthy of being touched by the fluids meant for our hatchlings, how dare you compare it to filthy organic saliva fluids, the -“
Starscream stopped abruptly, the instincts that had served him so well over the eons in keeping him alive now telling him that something was wrong. Even damaged as he already was, vision shorting out sometimes, he could still see the way Optimus Prime’s frame went rigid, his own two (wholly functional, the lucky glitch) optics focusing and readjusting onto Starscream’s face. The wholly undivided attention made Starscream shift nervously, his grip on the cables as he hung suspended from them making both bots sway. Neither noticed that the battle had long since moved on, and it was quiet around them. Quiet enough to make the Prime’s question seem obscenely loud.
“Hatchlings?” he asked, looking at the fluid dribbling from Starscream’s damaged mouth with more interest than disgust now. Starscream felt the static tingle of fear.
“For the hatchlings,” Starscream repeated nervously. But he recovered, determined to end this. He had wasted enough time already. “The new Decepticon army!” he crowed, pulling an arm back, ready to plunge it into Optimus Prime’s chest and rip that spark out, extinguish it, again - “A pity you’ll never see them, Optimus Prime!”
The first wave of the Prime’s electronic field hit Starscream like a physical blow, and his strike faltered because of it. The claws meant to rend metal apart spread and landed softly upon the chest instead. Involuntarily. Starscream froze in momentary panic as he realized what was happening, and he tried to pull away, nearly succeeded -
Optimus said nothing, focused entirely on his task. Another purposeful pulse, pulling at Starscream’s own field, enticing and luring as much as forcing and the seeker screamed, his wail echoing between the skyscrapers they dangled between.
Warnings: Dubcon at the end. Or at least implied dubcon?
Notes: I've been obsessed with the insectoid Cybertronian stuff going on at the kinkmeme lately, and I wanted to dabble in it. ... It came out creepy. Oops? Basically what this fic was going for was that Primes are hive-leaders, and tend to try and... uh, assimilate hatchlings and other specific members of other Primes' hives. For genetic diversity and all that. In the midst of battle, immediately after Ironhide's death, Optimus is a little... uh, unstable, and conventiently "forgets" his motto that all sentient beings have a right to choose. He uses his powers as a Prime on Starscream in an attempt to assimilate him and, by proxy, the surviving hatchlings.
This was supposed to end on a somewhat happier note, with Optimus apologetic and a very good Prime, enough so that Starscream at least willingly accepts him, but... I wasn't able to finish. Maybe one day?
High above the ruins and chaos of Detroit, Optimus Prime dangled from loose cabling, his wings - Jetfire’s wings - caught in the mess. Struggling only tangled him further in its grip and it was with a frustrated roar that Optimus realized the sounds of battle were drifting further away from his position. The battle was leaving him behind.
Optimus did not have the luxury of time to ruminate on his sudden battle-lust, nor the motivations behind it (all of which happened to be the empty, spark-less husks left by Decepticons across this planet). His struggling attracted attention from the lagging remnants of the Decepticon forces, chasing after their Autobot quarry. Two units spotted the stranded Prime and targeted, only to find that even a trapped Prime was not a helpless one.
Optimus watched the smoking shuttlecraft crash, into buildings, each other, and finally the ground below. It was an unfortunate distraction, for Optimus abruptly found himself fending off another, more personal attacker.
“Priiiiime!” The voice was familiar, as were the claws reaching for his vital components. When it finally reared back to escape the Prime’s retaliatory blows, it was the face that startled Optimus.
“Starscream!” Optimus roared, torn between sating his need for retribution and the shock of seeing a mech so badly damaged still functioning. Starscream’s head was mutilated. It was a wonder he could still navigate well enough to fly with only one functioning optic and the myriad of other visibly damaged equipment. The jet’s persistence and dedication was almost admirable. Only months prior, the seeker would have run to cower and heal himself rather than rejoin the fray so directly…
It made Optimus wonder what had changed.
“Fool!” Starscream hissed, fluids dribbling from his mouth and flecking Prime’s frame. “Got yourself caught, did you? This is why the sky should remain the sole domain of seekers! Everything else is disgustingly inferior.”
“Are you going to fight me or are you going to continue drooling everywhere?” Optimus snarled, trying to bring his rifle to bear. Unless Starscream moved back, however, it was useless. There wasn’t enough room. His words, however, seemed to be a startlingly good weapon on their own. Starscream hissed again, wings flaring out to their maximum distance in an offended intimidation attempt.
“It is not drool!” Starscream argued, predictably petty, like a child, and just as easily distracted. “How dare you! You’re not even worthy of being touched by the fluids meant for our hatchlings, how dare you compare it to filthy organic saliva fluids, the -“
Starscream stopped abruptly, the instincts that had served him so well over the eons in keeping him alive now telling him that something was wrong. Even damaged as he already was, vision shorting out sometimes, he could still see the way Optimus Prime’s frame went rigid, his own two (wholly functional, the lucky glitch) optics focusing and readjusting onto Starscream’s face. The wholly undivided attention made Starscream shift nervously, his grip on the cables as he hung suspended from them making both bots sway. Neither noticed that the battle had long since moved on, and it was quiet around them. Quiet enough to make the Prime’s question seem obscenely loud.
“Hatchlings?” he asked, looking at the fluid dribbling from Starscream’s damaged mouth with more interest than disgust now. Starscream felt the static tingle of fear.
“For the hatchlings,” Starscream repeated nervously. But he recovered, determined to end this. He had wasted enough time already. “The new Decepticon army!” he crowed, pulling an arm back, ready to plunge it into Optimus Prime’s chest and rip that spark out, extinguish it, again - “A pity you’ll never see them, Optimus Prime!”
The first wave of the Prime’s electronic field hit Starscream like a physical blow, and his strike faltered because of it. The claws meant to rend metal apart spread and landed softly upon the chest instead. Involuntarily. Starscream froze in momentary panic as he realized what was happening, and he tried to pull away, nearly succeeded -
Optimus said nothing, focused entirely on his task. Another purposeful pulse, pulling at Starscream’s own field, enticing and luring as much as forcing and the seeker screamed, his wail echoing between the skyscrapers they dangled between.