Pairing: TFA Waspinator/Lugnut

Rating: Teen

Details/Themes: Lost in wilderness, persuading interest, implied attraction

Requested by Anonymous

The Predacon bundled up brush and leaves from the jungle tired and agitated from the seemingly endless quest he was on. When the foliage was carved into a decent bed, he burrowed in the center of the brush and laid his helm among the semi-comfortable padding the organic vegetation offered. His optics grew heavy as he licked his lips.

It was becoming such a hassle to survive here and quite frankly, Waspinator didn't like the loneliness of it at all. There had to be more for him somewhere. Fate couldn't be this cruel, could it? Any chance to leave this hell he would take it, Autobot or Decepticon…organic company or non. This was all Blackarachnia's damn fault. Predacons were supposed to stick together. Apparently not.

Slowly, he began to doze off with a sigh and for the moment, he was content.

SQUE-EAK SQUE-EAK

At first he was oblivious to it, snoozing silently in his own little world but then his antennae started to twitch at the sound before a secondary squeaking followed in tandem while a loud croaking mixed with it. It was like claws on thin metal. His servos and pedes clenched as the noises grew, creating an abnormal rhythm. His faceplates twisted in slight panic, opening his purple optics wide and distraught.

He stopped twitching as soon as he was awake and turned his attention to what he believed was the nearest noise. Slowly peering around, he grew incredibly uneasy and curled tightly into a ball. He tried to go back to sleep but a loud roar made him jump up. It was distant but present. The noises didn't cease and he could see a strange marsupial creature chewing leaves loudly, barely batting an eye at him. He blinked and shook his head irritably. To his right, a couple bats squeaked amongst each other as they hung patiently from a tree limb. He watched as they then flew off past him.

A beaver chewed through a branch like a saw chirping as he watched only for the limb to hit him upside the head when he leaned too close the creature's worksite. He stumbled back from the surprise hit and pressed his back against a tree. This was chaos and he was horrified. Suddenly, a butterfly briefly touched the tip of his snout and he went cross-eyed one second to pinpoint where it was before it fluttered off. A small tingle of relief hit him seeing such a graceful presence in this hell but that all shattered when a loud howl, something huge to boot, lit up the jungle like an earthquake.

That was the final straw. He leapt off his brush bedding and sprinted away, occasionally glancing back to see if whatever made that bellow was after him. While he was so preoccupied, he failed to see where he was heading before he smacked into something. With a grunt to the thing's angered growl, Waspinator shook off the impact and glared shockingly at what was before him. The noises previously all but disappeared into the background.

"Who dares hit me, you filthy-!?"

Bug eyes met with five red optics and both held confused looks. The purple and green mech whom Waspinator immediately recognized as Lugnut, "the Kaon Krusher" as he had read once researching the Gladiatorial Pits, puffed up his chest but frowned more so than usual.

"What in Megatron's glorious name are you?" Lugnut snarled.

"Waspinator Predacon, Spider-bot made Waspinator abomination. Lost for solar cycles," the Insecticon hissed back.

Lugnut's sneer turned softer when he noticed the Decepticon symbol on the mutant's chestplates. Optics now duly focused on his newfound peer, the mech roared, "You are a Decepticon!? Then you must be loyal to our supreme leader Megatron, right?"

A slight buzz of confusion rang in Waspinator's processor, "Am no loyal to Megatron. Waspinator his own boss now."

"Wrong! You must serve under Megatron's command. Your insignia demands it; I demand it!"

Although he didn't like being yelled at, Waspinator couldn't help but raise a brow. "What will loud bot give Waspinator if he joins Megatron? Waspinator requires persuasion. No more betrayals or Waspinator will destroy all in his way!"

"The great Megatron can offer you revenge for those who hurt you! I can guarantee you'll have no better opportunity than with him and together, he will lead us to take Cybertron back from the Autobots who have oppressed us for so long. You know what it's like to be an outcast?" Lugnut pressed.

Holding a clenching servo up, Waspinator smirked, "All too well. Time for Autobots to pay for ruining Waspinator's life…starting with Bumble-bot then Sarge-bot."

If Lugnut could smile, he would have. "The glory of Megatron can promise you all that…I myself can promise you that. Join me and all will be yours."

Sniffing the air slightly, Waspinator went on the weird animal instinct he had and licked the cheek of the Decepticon with a purr and a small wag of his insectoid abdomen like a dog. "Waspinator take you up on that offer."

A dark green blush warmed Lugnut's faceplates for a second before he stuttered, "Y-Yes, well, let us go and meet our esteemed and magnificent leader, shall we?"

"Let's, loud bot. Waspinator likes you."

As they walked through the wildness together, Lugnut coughed, "The great and glorious Megatron would probably like to hear what you've been doing all alone out here."

"Long story, loud bot."

Although this wasn't the ideal rescue Waspinator was anticipating, it was definitely better than nothing and this Megatron sounded as magnificent as the mech beside him proclaimed. Perhaps it was his destiny to be a Decepticon after all. Hopefully the universe treated him better after this too.

AN: Do I know what I'm doing? No, no I don't. Doesn't stop me though from doing it. Sorry for such a long delay; I had an injury at work and was pretty bummed out by it, not wanting to do anything because there was literally no inspiration for it. However, it came back and now you are going to witness more odd and impossible pairings to your dark little hearts' delight.