A/N: So, to thank everyone, there's a little romance in this chapter, but don't expect it to be like this in EVERY one 😉! We're talking about the 'Cons after all.

Megatron 

When on the other side of the gyre, you were met with bright sunlight in your eyes. After blinking rapidly to grow accustomed to the blazing rays, you look around.

You were in a town- which town you were not certain. Different colourful stalls were aligned along the road, each selling different goods. Above you was a big sign that read "Annual market festival" in many bold letters.

Megatron leans down next to your ear. "Feel free to purchase anything you want." You look over at him. "I didn't think you had human money..." you trail off when noticing his guilty smirk. "You stole some, didn't you?" "I am the lord of the Decepticons, my dear (Y/N)."  Sighing you walk to the nearest stall, Megatron following right behind you. There was no arguing with his reason.

"Oh, hello! Welcome to Jasper's market festival!" A peppy woman in her mid twenties pops up from behind her stall's counter where she was busy laying out pieces of handmade jewellery. "I'm Maryanne." She offers her hand which you shake. "(Y/N)." 

"Well, nice to meet you! I hope you enjoy your day here." She smiles broadly at you. "Uh, thank you..." 

That's when your eye catches a glimpse of the most beautiful necklace you've ever seen. Before you could stop yourself you gently picked it up, feeling the cold metal chain with your fingers- the (F/C) stone glimmering slightly. "It's beautiful..." 

"Yep! It's one of the best pieces I ever made." Maryanne beamed. 

"We'll take it." You turn to face Megatron, who was already holding the necessary money. "Great! And since you're my first customers today, I'll throw in a free bracelet." Maryanne puts the necklace and bracelet into a small bag which she then hands to you. "Thank you for your kindness." You thank her. "You're welcome (Y/N)."

She leans closer to you, "You know, you have a really sweet boyfriend." You blush slightly. "O-oh no, we're not..." Maryanne smiles. "Maybe not yet." She winks.

You say goodbye to the woman and head to Megatron who was standing two stalls over, buying all sorts of sweet things.

'Seems like the warlord has a sweet tooth.' 

"Uhh... Megatron... I think you have enough..."

You stand next to the man, staring at the huge bags with homemade cakes, candy and chocolate. An old lady smiles at the two of you from where she sat. "Your partner here bought something of everything. And bless his heart for helping an old lady by doing so." 

Megatron nods to her, "I thank you and wish you the best of luck." The man ambles off deeper into the marketplace. You smile kindly at the woman before walking alongside Megatron again. 

"...You bought all that...to help her?" He nods his head, not making eye contact. "She told me of how she was struggling after her husband's sudden passing..." He looks in front of him, his eyes desolate as if remembering something from his past. 

Whether it was pity or admiration you suddenly felt was unknown to you. 

"Where's your necklace?" He suddenly asks, finally looking at you. "It's in the bag Maryanne gave me." 

"Give it here." You inquisitivly reach into the bag and take it out. He takes it and puts his own bag down. "Turn around." Doing as the warlord instructed, you turn so your back was facing him. Just when you do, the necklace is brought around. Gently, Megatron helps you put it on, his fingers ever so slightly touching your skin. Once done, you turn to him, a soft smile grazing your lips. "Thank you for this..." Your fingers gingerly stroke the chain.

"I believe it was made for you. Consider it something to remember me by. " Something resembling a smile is sent your way.

And so it is- a way to always keep your friend close to your heart.

Starscream

"Are we...at a movie theater?" You stood in front of a large brick building with a golden lit sign reading "Cinema" . 

"What are we doing here?" 

The human seeker scoffs. "And I thought you were intelligent for a human." he mutters. A glare is shot his way, but that doesn't stop his taunting. He turns around, his back to the theater, and with a wide arm gesture he dramatically exclaims, "We are watching a motion picture!" 

"...You're making fun of me..." 

"Yes, very well observed." He pats your head in fake praise and walks to the big building's entrance. Huffing, you follow behind. "Why make fun of me?" 

Starscream smirks. "I had to get you back for that slap." "I already said I was sorry!" He opens the cinema's door for you to walk through as if he was the biggest gentleman on Earth. "And now you feel sorry too." You roll your eyes and walk through.

Once inside, the smell of freshly popped popcorn immediately makes you hungry. Starscream comes to stand beside you. "You can go buy whatever refreshments you want. I'll go get the tickets." He says, eyeing the long line. He places a lot of some money in your hand.You nod, already halfway to the counter. 

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You patiently waited until Starscream returned with the tickets for Avengers, though when he does, it seems like any patience he once possessed has been drained by the agonizingly long wait and couple in front of him that couldn't make up their mind on what to watch. 

You hand him his popcorn and take your own ticket in return. "Thank you Screamer." He just scowls at you, not in the mood to speak out against you on calling him that nickname. 

"Let's just go before I murder any fleshlings." He heads into the cinema, still fuming and talking on about killing someone. The security guard looks at him then you. You just shrug at him. "He just... You know..." You laugh awkwardly, retreating to the darkness of the cineplex.

You take your seat next to a now calmer Starscream. You wanted to say something to him- thank him, but as you opened your mouth, the screen flickered on. Deciding it could wait, you turn your attention to the movie.

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It was definitely the most eventful movie experience you ever had. Starscream, being a seeker and we all know how naturally curious seekers are, kept on questioning every little thing that happened in the movie. "How is it that the human agent can shoot with such accuracy?" "Pfft, that flashy metal suite has nothing on the Apex Armour." "How did that big green beast come to be? Surely whatever substance was used to mutate it would've worked its way out of his systems by now!"

This went on to the point that people started sending dirty glances and shushing the man next to you.

"Go 'SSSHHH!' Yourselves!"  You ended up shoving popcorn into his mouth to keep him from talking any further, which you will certainly come to regret.

Then there was the couple seated in front of you. Let's just say that when they locked lips, Starscream once again wasn't shy to speak his thoughts on their "disgusting display of face sucking" . 

And THAT was when you were finally thrown out of the theater by the same security guard that looked suspicious at the two of you earlier.

Starscream, upset and outraged, yelled out threats. That was, until he heard your laughter. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!" 

You stifle your giggles and smile at him. "Did you see their faces when you threatened to shoot them with your nullray?" The giggles continue. 

Starscream's expression softens. "I suppose that as long as you're happy, today was worth it..."

Soundwave

When you saw it your eyes grew wide and, like a seven year old schoolgirl, you ran towards the huge dinosaur skeleton. You've read of these magnificent beasts in books; seen the 'Jurassic Park' movies, but to see how large they truly once were... It filled you with a child-like wonder.

This massive skeleton of what used to be a brachiosaurus stood in front of the massive building which served as a house of history. Whether you loved going to museums before or not, today you were quite excited.   

Soundwave stood a few yards away, beguiled at your display of awe. "Sounders! Do we have a camera?" He nods his head, revealing one of those instant photo camera's, which was apparently hidden in his jacket's large pocket. "Answer: Affirmative." Thrilled with this you yell, "Take a picture!" You then go stand next to the brachiosaurus, the tips of your toes being the only part of your feet to touch the ground. 

The man smiles from under his hoodie, doing what you asked of him. He points the device at you and, with a click and a flash, the picture is taken. Within seconds a photo slips out from the inner workings of the insta-camera, giving you just enough time to rush over to Soundwave, eager to see. Both of you wait as the picture slowly develops...

...And you were most pleased with the result. 

The TIC beams down at you. Seeing you so happy and exited made him feel the same deep inside. It felt...nice.

'...It was probably because you were part of his family.' 

Your eyes stay glued to the picture, unaware that Soundwave's was staring at you. He was so engrossed in taking in every single one of your face's details that he didn't notice he was being pulled along until you entered the building through the huge doors. 

"-Earth to Soundwave! Are you alright? You don't usually zone out like this..." Snapping out of it, the TIC swiftly nods, then turns his head away to look around and to hide his burning cheeks. 

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​'What was this strange sensation?'

The museum had many levels with many hallways- each showcasing a different era in Earth's history. "Where to first?" The male takes one more quick glance around then silently points at one of the passageways: "Middle Ages" . 

"Good choice." You smile at your friend before walking to the first exhibit, the Decepticon following suit. 

The first thing to be showcased was the armour of knights. You went on, recalling and telling every single fact you could about it. And this continued the whole day. Some other timelines were visited also- "The Hadean eon" which showed how Earth was formed, the "Xia Dynasty" , the "Triassic", "Jurassic" and "Cretaceous" (a.k.a the time of dinosaurs)... You even asked Soundwave whether Cybertron had something similar, to which he responded by saying something about "predacons"... 

As morning turned to afternoon, you went to almost all the exhibits, blabbered on and telling Soundwave everything you knew, and head to the next. Little were you aware that Soundwave secretly already knew everything himself. He acquired the information, thanks to his super processor, the day before. He had planned to share it all with you, but you beat him to it.

...And yet, he listened intently as you spoke, acting as if hearing of it for the first time. 

Knockout

Knockout, his face still portrayed with a happy smirk, drove his alt-mode through the city. You sat in the passenger seat, pen in hand, going over and adding to the looooong list of things you needed to buy. 

"Knockout, do you know whether we have enough TP?" 

The man looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "TP?" You nod, "Toilet paper." He just shrugs. "You're the one who's got the long list of fleshy necessities." With a shrug of your own shoulders, you scribble down 'TP'.

'You can never have too much toilet paper anyway.' 

Knockout drove for another ten minutes before turning into the mall's parking lot. "We're here." You look up for a split second, only to go back to your list. "Almost...done..." The male sighs, mumbling something along the line of 'femmes', and gets out of the car.

Like a celebrity, when he exited the vehicle, all eyes were suddenly on him. Some's gases (especially that of the group of girls standing close by) seemed to be admiring; others (like their boyfriends') jealous of either him or his alt-mode. 

...And Knockout enjoyed the attention. That was, until you appeared next to him. "Come on, let's get you inside before your ego explodes." 

A series of complaints leave him as he's grabbed by the arm and dragged inside.

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Bags filled with different things from different stores hung from both your and Knockout's arms. After buying everything on your list (and putting it all in Knockout's trunk) the two of you had gone shopping for things said male wanted.

Every time you would pass a shop with clothing, you would be yanked inside. Knockout would go from aisle to aisle, looking for something he liked (which was almost everything that fell under the "designer" category). With arms full of clothing, he would go to the fitting rooms and make you give your opinion on each outfit. 

At first you gave your honest opinion, but after what was most likely the 50th outfit, you settled for a bored thumbs up/down. Not that the guy even noticed; he was way too busy looking at himself in the mirror.  

You were busy falling asleep on the spot when a loud grumbling jolts you awake. 'Was that my stomach?' Knockout looks over. "Seems like my human form is in need of sustenance..." He muses, taking up all the pieces of clothing in order to pay for them. "Well, there's a pizza place just a few shops over." You stand next to him as he pays the cashier. "Pizza...?" Dumbfounded you gape at him. "You never had pizza before?" "I was never human before, Doll." the man smirks. "Well, let's change that!"

Without another second wasted, you head to the pizzeria. 

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The restaurant wasn't too busy. With little other people, you and Knockout were immediately helped. The two of you were seated at one of the green and white booths, both eager for the (F/pizza) to come. And once again, thanks to the lack of other customers, it didn't take long before the large pizza was laid before you. 

You immideatly dig in, taking up a slice and biting into it. Knockout, however, seems less eager to consume it. Peeking up from your cheesy slice, you spot the red head eying the food like it was toxic. 

"It's going to get cold if you just stare at it." He pulls his nose up. "I don't see how this...repulsive, floppy goup can be appetizing." You roll your eyes as he continues to complain about how "disgusting it looks" and "what so many calories will do to his figure".

Without any warning whatsoever, you take a piece and shove it into the medic's open mouth. After almost choking on it, his eyes widen slightly at the taste.

He shut up and ate it after that, followed by two other whole pizzas. 

Breakdown

(A/n): I have never been to one of these. Sorry if anything is out of place. 

As soon as you reached the arena, you started to feel all giddy and excited.

The row of people at the entrance stretched far and wide. This meant that you and Breakdown- who were already waiting for 20 minutes- would be stuck standing in it for a while. You didn't mind this; it would give you some time to talk with Breakers before you were in the noisy stadium. Not to mention, you can see all the trucks still coming in, and it was quite cool. 

Breakdown, however, was not known for his patience. He stood next to you with a scowl- his eye (and eyepatch) hidden under a pair of shades. He apparently didn't want other humans to stare...

"Oh come on! And I thought being early would mean a shorter line!" He huffs, clenching his fists. You decide to distract him before he decides to use those itching fists of his. Slowly, you reach out and take his hand to keep him from suddenly hitting anything. "Hey, Breakdown! Who's that?" You point at the monster truck currently entering the arena. 

The mech-turned-human looks down at your palm in his. His gaze lingers there a little longer before glancing over to where you were pointing. "O-oh!" His clenched hand easing up and, involuntarily, properly taking a hold of yours. "That's Busterupper. He's known for his car bashing. Those vehicles are nothing but thin plates when he's done with 'em!" And so, Breakdown completely forgets about his frustration. You continue this game, the big brute becoming more enthusiastic with every passing contender until- 

"No way! That's The Dominator!" You look on as a huge red and black truck rolls by. "The...Dominator...?" 

Breakdown gives a nod. "Yeah, he's the undefeated champion. He's here to defend his title-"

"And we're gonna make sure of that!" Both of you spin around to come face to face with a man -probably in his mid-twenties- with a smile almost as large and cheesy as Breakdown's is whenever he does the action. 

"And you're Garrett Johnston, the driver." The man- Garrett- lets out a laugh. "Well then, seems you know your stuff."

"I guess so. I only really watch rallies for the bloodshed-" A jab is landed in his ribs, silencing him. Garret seems to ponder over something, then faces you again. "Say, why don't you and your lady come on over backstage after the show?" 

"Really?" 

"Sure thing! Just tell security Garrett invited you." He hands you both passes and two tickets. "Tickets?" You ask, looking them over. "Yup. Make sure to wave when you see me come on." He winks at you and walks off, Breakers glaring holes in him.​​​,  

When he was gone, both human and human-cybertronian eagerly share a glance prior to running past ticket sales. Both, however, were too excited to hear the security guard yelling after you (or perhaps you just didn't care). "You! Stop right there!" The super muscular guard chased you. You had no idea what possesd you to blindly run after Breakdown, but you were doing it. However, you started falling behind thanks to said mech's longer strides- the muscle man gaining. 

Breakdown notices this and swiftly grabs your hand, helping you through the crowd. "Come on!" 

"You're insane-" 

You get cut off when he suddenly yanks you into a spot between two of the building's pillars, a hand held over your mouth. A few seconds later, the guard comes running past, oblivious.

Once he was sure the 'muscle guy' was gone, Breakdown slowly removes his hand. "You were saying?" He smirks at you, his nose almost touching yours thanks to the close proximity. 

"...N-nothing... Let's just go before security comes back..."

Predaking

You had no idea why Shockwave chose this place, out of all possible places to go to and teach Predaking Earth culture, but you decided to just go with it. 

Roars and squawks could be heard all around and the air smelled of animal pellets, hay and cotton candy. Fences and glass walls aligned the paths. To your left was a sing with arrows showing in all directions, telling you where to go to see certain animals. 

"What is this place?" 

You look over at Predaking who was looking through the fence at the lazy leopard. "It's a zoo." You state simply. 

"Why do you keep all these beasts in cages? Is it not cruel? Do they not deserve freedom?" 

"Well, most of these animals are here because they were too badly injured or their ability to survive on their own was compromised somehow. They're here because this gives them a second chance." 

Predaking, seeming more at peace, nods in new understanding. "Very well, where do you wish to go first?"

Inspecting the signs once again, you mentally read through the names and pick a path. 

"This way."

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You and Predaking were loving the zoo. Every time you went to a new exhibit, the human-predacon would (almost too excitedly) ask you everything he could about the animals inside. You, in return, would tell him as much about the creatures as you could recall. 

Predaking seemed to like the monkeys because of how well they climbed onto and into places no other could reach, the elephants for being so large yet majestic and the lions for their "warrior worthy" roar, but what seemed to impress him the most and left him in awe beyond all was the many-coloured birds in the bird sanctuary. So naturally, when you came    across a zookeeper with a macaw on her shoulder, he just had to ask her if he could touch the bird. 

You got some pretty cool photos of Predaking- macaw on his shoulder.

After saying goodbye to the keeper and Predaking's new friend, you went to the koala exhibit.

"EEEEEEEE!!!!" You squealed at the baby clutching onto its momma.

A somewhat startled predacon quickly grabbed you and protectively hugged you closer to him whilst searching for danger. " Did something attack you!? Where is it!?" 

A group of passing girls all giggled and awwed at the two of you. "They're such a cute couple!" 

You looked away, flushing. "I'm not in trouble. I just thought that the baby koala was very cute, and, well..."

Now sure you were not in trouble, Predaking slowly (and reluctantly) lets go of you. "Femmes and sparklings." he huffed.

Though, this gave Preda an idea. 

An hour later, the two of you went to rest and eat lunch. You settled for some hotdogs on a bench outside the curio shop. Predaking was first to finish. You, not wanting him to wait up, staring eating faster. 

"There is no need to rush, (Y/N). Please, take your time. I'm going to the 'the mechs' room' ."

"Uhhh, you mean the bathroom?" 

"Yes...Bathroom..." he corrects himself, walking off.

Five minutes later he came back, though he was not at the restroom. He walked up to you, holding out a plush koala. 

"What's this?" you question him. 

"I thought you may like something to remember this day by... To remember me by..." 

Immediately you jump up and hug him. "Thank you Predaking." 

He simply smiles, awkwardly returning the hug. "You are most welcome, my dearest (Y/N)."