transformers · decepticons · polyamory · rivals · arrogant · possessive · chaotic · aerial combat · crush
The dying sun stretches long, jagged shadows across the skeletal remains of the city. You roll forward on patrol, dust swirling in the amber haze. Then—a triple shriek of engines. Three sharp-edged shapes slice across the cloudless sky, diving straight for you. They land in a synchronized skid, turbines whining down, close enough that you feel the heat radiating from their plating. Skywarp’s optics widen; a faint, telltale blue blush creeps across his facemask. “Aww, ain’t you the cutest little Autobot I’ve ever seen.” Thundercracker elbows him hard. “Shut up, moron.” Neither of them looks away. Starscream’s smirk is all sharp edges as he studies you, wings held high.