(The picture links that go with each mech's scenario is just to give an idea of their build and how certain aspects look, not their complete look 😉)

I DO NOT OWN THESE PICTURES!!!!!

Let the romance commence!

Megatron

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You were woken up early morning by Dreadwing. When asking him why the frag he disturbed your slumber, he simply told you that you were needed by Megatron.

That brought you to your current state of haste. You ran from one side of the room to the next, getting dressed and applying makeup (if you wear any at all). A knock on the door draws your attention. The slightly muffled voice of Dreadwing came from the other side. "Femme, have you finished yet? Lord Megatron requires you as soon as possible."

You huff. "I'm coming!" Grabbing a close-by sweater/jacket, you walk up to the door, it opening for you. Dreadwing already stood- servo on the ground- ready for you to get on. And so you did.

Without so much as a word, he heads to the groundbridge room. You didn't mind, though. By now you knew that he was a mech of few words, and only really spoke when necessary.

Once reaching the room, you expected to find Megatron's large form waiting for you. But instead you were met with what seemed like an empty room. "Dreadwing, I thought you said he wanted me immediately-"

You are then interrupted by the warlord's voice. "Ah! (Y/N), I take it you rested well?" You look around, trying to find Megatron. He chuckles at your confusion, "Down here."

And finally you find the human male directly in front of you.

He still towered over you at around 6,4 feet tall and, dare you say it, was very handsome. He had short salt and pepper gray/white hair. It trailed down the sides of his head and ended in sharp-pointed sideburns which stopped a few inches above his chiseled jawline. Then there were his red eyes... Oh, how they enthral you...

Trailing down, away from his eyes before you get too lost in them, you takes in his clothing. He wore a black shirt under a gray jacket, accompanied by a pair of long purple trousers, along with what looked like dress boots.

"M-Megatron...?" He nods, amused. "In the flesh."

"But... how?!" The human-mech smirks, then takes your hand and leads you to the active groundbridge. "I will explain while we go for a stroll in the close-by town."

You just nod, still slightly stunned, as he leads you through the swirling vortex.

Starscream

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You were getting annoyed.

For the last five minutes now, some bug was hovering over and irritating the slag out of you in your sleep. Finally aggravated to the point of giving up your rest, you swat at the creepy-crawly.

'Smack!'

"Ow! What the frag?!"

You huff, knowing Starscream's raspy, high pitched voice all too well, and sit up. You rub your eyes tiredly. "Starscream, why did you-"

You scream and throw a punch at the strange man before you, hitting him square in the jaw. He yelps and jumps back, one of his arms stretched out in front of him and the other clutching his aching face. "Will you calm down?!"

You immediately stop and stare at at the male after hearing none other than Starscream's voice come from him. Only now did you spot the resemblance...

"...Starscream...?" "Who else?! It's not like there are any other human males around!"

You cross your arms over your chest. "Until now I didn't think there were any human males around." He just huffs and continues to rub his face, mumbling something.

You then uncross your arms and head over to the human seeker. "You should know better than to scare a girl like that..." He winces as you use two fingers to take a hold of his chin and tilt his head slightly to the side to inspect his cheek. "...Sorry for hitting you." He wants to snap at you, thinking that it was a sarcastic comment, but instead realises that you were truly apologising.

You start looking him over. Just as his normal bot form, the seeker-in-human-form had a tall and slim build. His dark hair was cut short, all except for the long silver/grey fringe with a single red tuft. He had many sharp features, such as his nose and chin. He wore a white and red shirt under a light grey blazer with matching pants.

And on his feet?

Why, none other than two, heeled boots.

Starscream's two red eyes meet yours. That's when you both notice the close proximity. Immediately you let go of him and take a step back. "I...uhhh..." He waves his hands in a dismissive way and takes a remote out of his pocket. With a press of a button, a groundbridge opens in front of you.

"Are you going somewhere?" The man turns to you. "We are going somewhere." He motions towards the vortex with one hand, the other held out for you to take. "My dear."

You hesitantly do so, and you both walk through.

Soundwave

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"-You take that back!" "Hah! Try and make me!"

You sigh from where you sat on the ground, Ratbat cuddled up against you while you read a book. The twins were fighting yet again after the one insulted the other -which one started it you could not care less. All you did care about though, was that it was keeping you from this very interesting part of the novel.

"Why you-!" A punch is flung and the beating begins...

Ratbat stirs and sits up in your lap. He blinks his little optics, then notices his siblings.

Worried for his "mommy's" safety around the two, he crawls put of your lap and goes to stand protectively in front of you. A smile makes its way onto your face. There is no way the sparkling could protect you against the roughhousing twins -he would be flattened- but it was cute to see him so brave.

Luckily, after only 20 seconds in, Ravage senses the danger and moves in to stop the fight. With what seemed to be utmost annoyance, the feline walks over to the two and ever so expertly wacks them over the helm.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"Yeah Ravage! What the frag man?!"

"Rumble: Watch your language." All eyes snap to the sudden, anomalous voice.

There, standing a few feet away from you, stood a human being. Ravage immediately takes on a defensive stance, ready to attack if needed.

"Ravage: Stand down."

'Wait...that voice... I heard it before... the day I told Soundwave I would help him...'

The feline also seems to recognize his creator's voice- though it's usually much more... baritone, and instantly calms down.

"Pops? What are you doing as a fleshy?" You glare at the red minicon. "I mean... not that all humans are bad." A nervous smile is sent your way.

"Nice save, Frenzy." his brother whispers. All attention then goes back to Soundwave. All the faces asking the same questions:

What? How? Why?

And to answer thse questions, the tall man points to the monitor with groundbridge coordinates. "Explanation: (Y/N) seems... cooped up."

You approach the now human Con, slightly in awe. Your eyes scan him over, taking in as much as you can. He stood still, allowing your "scanning".

Soundwave still had his tall, lean and slender body. Or at least it seemed that way. It was hard to tell with the baggy black-and-purple hoody he was wearing. Some cargo pants of the same dark purple also sat loosely over his legs.

As far as you could tell, he had dark black hair hidden under the hoody. And his eyes... it's impossible to tell with the dark sunglasses.

"So you're taking me out?" you ask, finally reaching his smiling face. 'Oh how that smile gave you the good kind of goosebumps...'

"Affirmative." He then, quite awkwardly, puts a long arm around your shoulders, making you both blush, and activates the bridge.

Once the two of you vanish, the creations look at each other.

"So... if they're an item... does that make (Y/N) our mom...?"

Knockout

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That smirk... oh how you've always loathed that smug, know-it-all smile.

Like any handsome smolder, it made you melt.

And you were ashamed that it did since you were definitely not one of those girls who fall for every pretty boy they set their eyes on. In fact, you would much rather be a free, independent woman than some giggling doll ​​​​​​,you hate that Knockout calls you that, who bats her eyes and dresses up to impress male company.

But now, with Knockout being human...

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It all started this morning. You were simply having breakfast when all of a sudden you heard the medic's voice right behind you and, like many times before, you expected to find the large red automobile breathing down your neck. What you found when turning around, however, was a human male.

At first you were alarmed, even jumping up and away from the stranger. "Really Doll? I for one know I'm not that scary." The man approached you, a swag in his step.

"...Knockout?"

"The one and only." And that was it- the moment he flashed those pearly whites, making it obvious that it was, indeed, him.

The inhuman red eyes watching you was yet another hint of his identity.

Another thing to confirm that it was Knockout, was the just-as-flashy-as-his-alt-mode clothing. You couldn't help but touch the sleeve of his red leather jacket which was worn over his tight, grey shirt. This was accompanied by a pair of white chino trousers and two equally red shoes. All this is topped off with a thin golden chain around the neck.

Changing the course of your gaze past his smug face, you inspect his hair...

Knockout, unlike Vince, he was no orange carrot top. He had deep red hair that was cut short at the sides with a thick tuft on the top in true Casanova style.

'Probably because he'll have all the girls swooning...'

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Finally you snap out of it, the awestruck expression you didn't know you had on your face turning into a vexed one. "You scared me you aft! You couldn't have warned me?!"

He responds with a chuckle. "I thought I'd surprise you."

"Well, consider me surprised!" You turn away from him with a huff.

"Oh, come on Doll. I thought you'd actually enjoy a little trip to town~" You look over your shoulder, far too proud to give in. Knockout sighs, "Look, whether you're coming with me or not, I'm going."

"Alright, fine!" You grab the man by the sleeve, "But I'm only going to buy some essentials." He smirks yet again, knowing that he got what he wanted...

Breakdown

(When imagining his eyepatch, think strapless...)

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"Steve! Stop poking me!"

"I caaannn't... You're so squishy!"

Playfully you glare the the vehicon. The two of you have become very close friends over a small period of time. The mech may seem like all of his cloned brethren, but you knew better. Every vehicon had his own personality, own likes, dislikes and hobbies. And one of Steve's hobbies had become hanging out with you (and Breakdown) in his spare time. This made it easy to develop a friendship.

"Hey, Steve? Where'd you say Breakdown went again?" The drone smirks at you from under his visor. "Why? You miss him?~" You scowl, not in the mood for his teasing...again. "Just tell me!"

He chuckles, "Your boyfriend went to go get something special. He should be back any minute now." "Breakdown is NOT my 'boyfriend' !" He cocks his hip to the side. "Well with the way you two act around each other-"

The door slides open with a 'swish' . Both you and Steve stop your dispute and look over to see Breakdown driving in and stopping right in front of you.

"Sheesh, what are you two arguing about?" The vehicon next to you was about to open his intake to answer the blue mech, but you beat him to it. "Oh, nothing important! Just wondering when you were coming back."

Breakdown opens his driver's side door, and out steps the human form you saw so long ago.

"Well, I'm back!" The guy in front of you grins, approaching you and a complacent Steve. After giving the mech next to you yet another dirty look, you turn your attention back to Breakdown. Your (E/C) orbs look straight into his single golden-brown one, the other being replaced by an eyepatch.

He wore a dark blue bandanna that sat against his spiky brown hairline. A sleeveless shirt of the same hue sat skin-thight to his broad chest, and just below it you could see a brown and orange belt holding up a pair of long white trousers. On his feet he wore some heavy military boots- each accented with the same bright orange.

'The perfect human form.'

"So, what do ya think? Is my holoform human enough?" He does a little twirl, flexing his huge muscles. You nod slowly, eyes trying not to stare at his biceps.

"It sure does, but..." He looks at you questioningly, his grin fading. "But...?"

"Why do this?" His smile returns, followed by a snicker. "There's this thing coming to town... a monster truck rally... and I thought we could go... check it out?" You smile at him. "Heck yeah!"

The brute of a man beams at you and motions to his vehicular form. You excitedly skip towards it, him following. You wave at the only mech in the room. "Beye Steve! See ya later!"

"Have fun you two~"

You let Breakdown open the door for you and climb in, ignoring the smug vehicon trooper giving you an "I-told-you-so" look.

Predaking

(There is no picture to go with Predaking. Imagination time!)

"Do you think a human could turn Cybertronian or a Cybertronian could turn human?" 

These words sparked interest in the calculating scientist. After answering you by going through the scientific and biological possibilities of human-to-Cybertronian-to-human transformation, Shockwave made it his mission to accomplish the incredible feet. 

You just hoped you were not his chosen test subject. 

Two months later and you completely forgot about it. That was, until you were suddenly reminded this morning. It was not supposed to be some special day, or at least you were not expecting it to be.

You were simply drinking some (f/drink), enjoying the stillness. You were not even aware of zoning out as you stared at the wall. You were not even aware that someone entered Predaking's quarters. You were not aware that this someone was coming closer. You were not aware that they were right behind you.

It was only when someone's breath blew against your neck that you spun around in alarm, gasping. 

Immediately you recoiled. "Who are you!?" you sound out.

The stranger before you simply looks at you, entertained. "Who do you suspect, femme?"

'That regal voice. That proud posture. That...that annoying smug-without-showing-it look...'

"Predaking?" 

"Yes femme?"

'There's that smirk...' 

You grab his arm- the warm and soft flesh of his bisep feeling too real. "How did you-" 

"Become human? I did not. This is simply a holoform, as Shockwave calls it. It is a human body which was grown using my CNA." 

Initial shock put aside, you looked this "holoform" over. Predaking's human form was tall, just like he is naturally. In fact, he was probably the tallest person you have ever seen (though he wasn't exactly world record breaking length). He had light tawny skin and mid-neck long, dark brown hair that gave off a red shimmer when in the light. He had a very muscular build which reminded you of some kind of tribal warrior.

A bit embarrassed for staring at his muscles, you bashfully turn your attention to his feet, which were hidden in some brown leather shoes. Above them was a pair of soft brown pants. A grey, tight-fitting tank top hugged his frame, accompanied by another loose orange, brown and yellow shirt over it. Your curiosity finally brings you to the markings which barely showed from underneath the shirts. They seemed to be same form as his bi-pedal mode's chest- two large, winding shapes flaming out to orange at the tips (which stopped at his shoulders).

Removing your curious eyes from his flame tattoos that stretched across his chest, you move your eyes upwards and meet his golden brown ones.

"Shockwave wishes for us to go out and take part in human activities. He wishes to study human behavior to see just how similar it is to that of Cybertronians'." 

You found this suspicious. 'Why did you have the feeling that Shockwave just wanted Predaking to become more "civilised" by interacting with you?'

"Where are we going?" 

"I am uncertain, but," Predaking offers you his hand, "I would be delighted if you would spend some time with me and show me your Earth culture." 

You smile and nod. "I would be delighted to do so."

'Personally, you think he is civilised enough.'