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Hi👋 love your storys as first, and I have an small request, how would earthspark characters, even the decepticons, react to thare s/o, partner, gn reader having an dragon Alt mode that is bigger and more bulkier than Grimlock but smaller than tham in general and...

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Hi👋 Love Your Storys As First, And I Have An Small Request, How Would Earthspark Characters, Even

Thank you so much for your kind words! I love your request and am super excited to write it! Here’s how the EarthSpark characters (Autobots, Terrans, and Decepticons alike) would react to their S/O having a gorgeous dragon alt mode:

Autobots

Bumblebee

The moment you transform, Bumblebee freezes mid-step, his optics widening as he takes in the sheer size and majesty of your alt mode.

"Whoa... I mean, I knew you were cool, but this? This is next-level awesome!"

He immediately wants to race you—dragon wings versus his speed. Spoiler: he loses but doesn’t mind because he’s too busy staring at how graceful you look in the air.

Absolutely gushes to the Maltos about you later. "Did you see how incredible they looked? My partner’s got a DRAGON alt mode. I’m officially dating the coolest bot in existence!"

Optimus Prime

Ever the composed leader, Optimus silently admires your transformation. The sheer scale and intricate details of your dragon form earn a soft, approving nod.

"Your form is... remarkable. It inspires both strength and awe. I see why Bumblebee speaks so highly of you."

He’d absolutely call on you during high-stakes battles, confident that your form alone could turn the tide.

Elita-1

Elita whistles low as she circles you, taking in every scale and wing joint.

"Well, aren’t you the shining star of the battlefield? Grimlock better watch out."

Loves sparring with you—testing your strength and dexterity. Always challenges you to see if you can carry her mid-flight.

Terrans

Twitch

Twitch is absolutely starstruck. The first time you transform, she stumbles backward, her optics wide with excitement.

"You’re... a dragon! A real dragon! Can you breathe fire? Can you fly super fast? How big are your wings?!"

Constantly bombards you with questions about your alt mode and begs for rides through the sky.

Thrash

Thrash is immediately hyped. He runs circles around your massive form, shouting praises.

"This is insane! You’re a DRAGON. This is the coolest thing ever!"

Would totally try to jump onto your back for a ride, and when you agree, he makes it a point to yell, “Yeehaw!” like he’s in a Western.

Nightshade

Nightshade’s fascination is purely intellectual at first. They analyze every aspect of your form, intrigued by the mechanics of how your wings fold and the way your tail moves.

"The engineering behind this transformation is exquisite. Did you design it yourself, or is it natural?"

Loves sitting on your back while you fly, though.

Would fly with you in her alt mode.

Jawbreaker

Jawbreaker is in absolute awe. He sees your dragon form as the epitome of strength and grace.

"You look... amazing. Like something out of an old Cybertronian legend."

Wants to spar with you occasionally, though he’s always careful not to overdo it. Loves just hanging out, staring at the stars while you rest your wings.

Hashtag

Hashtag immediately takes a thousand pictures.

"You’re going viral, babe! The internet is going to eat this up!"

Loves riding on your back and getting all the best angles for her "Dragon Date Chronicles." Absolutely brags about you to everyone.

Decepticons

Megatron

Megatron is momentarily taken aback when you reveal your alt mode, but he quickly masks it with a smirk.

"Impressive. Your form commands respect. Use it wisely, and you’ll become a force to be reckoned with."

Secretly thinks you’re the most awe-inspiring bot in the room and sometimes catches himself staring when he thinks you’re not looking.

Soundwave

Soundwave doesn’t speak, but the way he tilts his helm and the faint flicker of his visor shows his intrigue.

Immediately calculates your capabilities in battle and silently approves of your power.

You catch him replaying footage of your transformation later, but he’ll never admit to it.

Starscream

At first, he’s annoyed. "Oh, great, another show-off. As if I needed more competition for attention."

But then he sees how utterly magnificent your form is and gets a bit flustered. "Well... I suppose you are rather impressive."

Secretly jealous but also fascinated. He might ask (in his own roundabout way) if you’d ever team up with him.

Knockout(If he would be in the show)

Knockout is floored. "Darling, you’re an absolute vision! The wings, the scales—perfection!"

He’s obsessed with your aesthetics and is already planning ways to accessorize your dragon form. "Maybe some polished chrome here, a pop of color there..."

Definitely insists on taking you out for a joyride just so everyone can see you two together.

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This in two words

BEAUTIFUL AND ADORABLE💜💗🌌😭

Hi!👋 me again

Im SO in love with how you did my last request and since im feeling slightly betwen agust and fluff, so i go with fluff and i want to request an ES Megatron having an crush on the femme cybertronian reader who is to the Terrans 'Mom2', as Twich would say it, and the reader is while bot protecting tham SUPER sweet to tham and acting like they are her own sparklings but whan in danger she literly goes into 'protective mom' mode and keeps tham safe at all cost

I hope you have an amazing day or night and that i didn't go to far with this request💜💗🌌

A Protector's Spark.

The Malto household hummed with a warmth that could only be described as familial. The Terrans were scattered around the yard—Twitch practicing her flying maneuvers, Thrash trying (and failing) to do a wheelie, Hashtag perfecting her latest holo-selfie, Nightshade building something intricate, and Jawbreaker just enjoying the sun. Among them stood you, the unofficially dubbed “Mom2,” as Twitch lovingly called you.

“Alright, Twitch, keep your wings steady,” you encouraged, your voice gentle yet firm. “You’ll master that landing in no time.”

Megatron watched from a distance, his optics fixed on you. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stop by the Malto home to check on the Terrans or discuss matters with Bumblebee, but recently, his visits had taken on a different motive: seeing you.

There was something about you that left him utterly captivated. The way you smiled at the Terrans, how your presence brought them comfort, and the fierce protectiveness you displayed when they were in danger—it all stirred something deep within his spark.

You glanced up from helping Nightshade secure a bolt on their project and spotted Megatron.

“Megatron!” you greeted warmly, waving. “Come join us!”

He hesitated before approaching, his massive frame seeming almost out of place amid the domestic scene. But the moment Twitch swooped down to excitedly greet him, the unease melted from his expression.

“Greetings,” Megatron said, his tone reserved but softer than usual. His optics flicked to you as you stood and dusted your servos.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” you teased lightly. “You always seem to visit when things are peaceful.”

“Perhaps I have impeccable timing,” he replied, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly and returned to the Terrans, unaware of the way Megatron’s optics lingered on you. He admired how you moved seamlessly between affection and authority—a trait he rarely saw in anyone, let alone someone who treated the Terrans as their own.

The peace didn’t last long. A sudden, shrill alarm sounded from the Malto base, and Bumblebee’s voice crackled over the comms:

“Terrans, get inside! Decepticon scouts nearby!”

The Terrans froze in fear, their excitement instantly replaced with dread. But you didn’t miss a beat.

“Everyone, inside, now!” you commanded, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“But—!” Twitch started, only for you to give her a look that silenced her protests.

“You heard your mother,” Megatron added, his voice carrying a weight of authority.

As the Terrans scrambled indoors, you and Megatron stepped forward, taking a defensive stance. The two of you worked in tandem, a seamless rhythm of strength and precision.

“Stay behind me,” Megatron ordered as the scouts appeared.

“Not a chance,” you replied, your tone steely.

The battle was swift but intense. You moved with a ferocity Megatron had rarely seen before, intercepting attacks that were aimed at the base and shielding him when one scout attempted to flank him.

When the last scout retreated, Megatron turned to you, his optics wide with something akin to awe.

“Are you injured?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Just a few scuffs,” you replied, brushing off your arm.

The Terrans peeked out from the base, their optics filled with admiration.

“Mom2, that was amazing!” Thrash exclaimed, running to hug your leg.

You smiled, kneeling to ruffle his helm affectionately. “I’d do anything to protect you.”

Megatron watched the exchange, his spark tightening.

Later that evening, after the Terrans had settled down and Bumblebee had returned from patrol, you and Megatron stood outside, gazing at the stars.

“You were remarkable today,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Thanks,” you replied, your gaze soft. “But I’m just doing what anyone would for their family.”

Megatron hesitated, the weight of his words catching in his vocal processor. Finally, he spoke:

“You care for them as if they were your own sparklings.”

“They might as well be,” you said with a laugh. “They’ve brought so much joy into my life. I’d do anything to keep them safe.”

He stared at you, his optics reflecting the starlight. In that moment, he realized the depth of his feelings for you. It wasn’t just admiration—it was something much stronger.

“I envy them,” he admitted quietly.

You turned to him, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“They have you,” he said simply. “And I find myself wanting the same.”

Your optics widened, heat rushing to your faceplates. For a moment, you were speechless.

“Megatron…”

Before you could respond, Twitch’s voice called out from the base.

“Mom2, bedtime story!”

You chuckled, giving Megatron a warm smile. “Hold that thought.”

As you walked back toward the base, Megatron watched you go, his spark lighter than it had been in centuries.

Whatever it took, he’d make sure you knew how much you meant to him—one day.

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PART 2!!

The Lion adventure

Paring : cameraman!reader x Chris kratt

Tw: romance and fluff

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The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the African savanna in hues of gold and amber. You stood at the edge of the camp, gazing out at the vast landscape. The soft rustling of leaves and distant calls of wildlife filled the air. It was your first expedition with the Kratt brothers, and though you’d dreamed of this moment for years, being here in person was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Hey, you ready for tonight’s adventure?” a familiar voice asked from behind.

You turned to see Chris Kratt standing just a few feet away, his signature green Creature Power Suit peeking out beneath his jacket. His brown eyes sparkled with excitement, and the hint of a grin played at his lips. The sight of him, so full of life and energy, sent a flutter through your chest.

“I think so,” you replied, trying to mask the nervousness in your voice. “What’s the plan?”

Chris stepped closer, his smile widening. “There’s a pride of lions not far from here. They’ve been active at dusk, and we’re hoping to get some footage of them hunting. It’s going to be amazing.”

You felt your heart race, not just at the thought of getting close to the wild cats, but because Chris was always so infectious with his passion. Being near him made you feel braver, more alive. He had that effect on people.

“I’ve got the camera ready,” you said, holding it up for emphasis. “Just show me where to point it.”

Chris chuckled. “I knew you’d be on top of it.” There was a warmth in his eyes when he looked at you—something deeper than just the camaraderie you shared on these trips. You’d noticed it over the past few weeks: the way his gaze lingered a little longer when you laughed at one of his jokes, or how he’d find excuses to be near you during the quieter moments of the day.

As the two of you walked toward the jeep, Chris paused, looking up at the darkening sky. “You know, I’ve been on countless expeditions, seen animals in their natural habitats, but there’s something about this one that feels different.”

“How so?” you asked, stepping closer, feeling the cool evening breeze brush against your skin.

He turned to face you fully now, his expression softer than you’d ever seen it. “I think it’s because you’re here. It’s been… special, having you around.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You searched his face, looking for any sign that he was joking, but his eyes held steady. The air between you seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken feelings.

“I… I feel the same,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, everything around you faded away—the distant sounds of wildlife, the rustling leaves, even the darkening savanna. It was just the two of you, standing close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body, his presence calming and exciting at the same time.

Chris smiled, and before you could say anything else, he reached for your hand, gently intertwining his fingers with yours. The touch was electric, sending a warmth through your whole body. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now, but I wasn’t sure how,” he confessed softly.

You squeezed his hand, your eyes meeting his. “I’m glad you did.”

In that moment, beneath the African sky with the promise of adventure ahead, it felt like everything had fallen into place. Being here, in the wild, sharing this experience with Chris—it was more than you had ever imagined.

He leaned in slightly, his face close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. “Ready for an unforgettable night?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded, your heart racing, and as the two of you climbed into the jeep together, hand in hand, you knew that this trip had already become more unforgettable than you ever thought possible.

And it wasn’t just because of the lions.

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Hi I hope you had a great time reading in the future I will try to write without the DeeL translation tool since it makes my writing quite stiff !

Please tell me if you want a part two!🦁

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