Tag: human au

M!A: It’s time for a humanformer AU~ For the week of the 9th, your character(s) have been sent to a word like ours where they have always been humans. They were born, raised, have long histories, independent relationships, have no idea about Cybertron (if it even exists), and so on. Pass this M!A on to your friends. Give it to yourself if no one else has. Let’s make this happen.

The older gentleman stirs the ice in his depleted glass at the bar. Ever the picture of timing, a woman with long black hair sits beside him and slides him a replacement before typing on a stolen generously offered Blackberry. He gulps it down, hissing at the burn. “Is this really the best they have?” An apologetic smile and a tap to his chest is his only answer. 

“Are you withholding the good stuff because of my health or because it’s my turn to drive? Either way it’s nonsense.” He growls and drinks the rest of it down. “Bastards… Have you found anything new?”

The woman turns the Blackberry towards him, displaying an article. For the first time since they’ve walked into the dive bar, the man smiles, a dark and predatory grin. 

“I think we can risk heading back North, my dear.”

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(Art by themintuu)

Max Lowell, formerly Maksim Volkov

Age: early fifties

Occupation: CEO of Les Loups Arms Manufacturing presumed deceased after an undisclosed criminal organization kidnapped and shot the CEO, disposing of the body over a bridge. Body was never recovered by police. Assistant MIA as well, also presumed deceased.

M!A: It’s time for a humanformer AU~ For the week of the 24th, your character(s) have been sent to a world like ours where they have always been humans. They were born, raised, have long histories, independent relationships, have no idea about Cybertron (if it even exists), and so on. Pass this M!A on to your friends. Give it to yourself if no one else has. Let’s make this happen.

Damnable stitches. They bothered Max nearly as much as the bullets themselves. This was likely an exaggeration, but the binding would not stop itching, even after medication had driven the majority of the pain away. He groaned while sitting up, only to be pushed back into the bed by a gentle pressure to his shoulders. 

“…Aren’t I supposed to be the one telling you what to do? I’m alright, I just need to move, for Christ’s sake…” Cecilia smirked in the dim light and stood, allowing Max to stretch but watching that his stitches didn’t break. The former CEO takes her hand in his and kisses the back of it.

“I’m fine, thanks to you. Now quit hovering over me like I’m going to drop dead any second and let me get dressed. And I mean that in the most loving way possible.”

((Story time! A rival group exposed Max’s dealings to the police. On the same night that the company building was raided and shut down by the government, Max was gunned down and tossed from the Brooklyn Bridge. He survived because his assistant escaped her bonds and jumped in after him. Now he’s recovering in a safehouse, and the remaining loyal members of Les Loups have been regrouping, both to restart their underground business once more and get revenge.))

((I’ll be doing this AU AND keeping along with normal megs because I am quite behind on him. If you send me an ask, please specify whether it’s to Max or Megatron!))

A Moment Alone

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Cecilia came back from checking on the pilot and discussing the route a few minutes later. She knew her boss was stressed about something he hadnt told her yet. Was is perhaps something about the meeting? Or something entirely else?

She considered if he wanted her to know he would say so.

“May I offer something to drink?” The secretary casually inquired, knowing the flight would take a while…

Her question takes a moment to register as he comes out of his thoughts. “…You know what I like.” He’s already had a few drinks, but the man held his liquor well and the distraction was welcome.

He takes a sip and stares at the glass, lost again. At this point, it’s rather clear that he hasn’t slept in 40 hours.

A Moment Alone

The flight back to New York starts out as a quiet one. There were few places where Max was afforded true privacy, and thousands of feet in the air on a jet of his own with a preoccupied pilot paid not to ask questions was one such place. He relaxed into the seat, turning over thoughts of the day’s events in his mind… But the one most prevalent when watching his assistant jot down notes was something that hadn’t actually happened. 

That apologetic look on her face before…

Max shook his head free of the image, but couldn’t stop himself from watching her more often than usual.

Catching up

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He allows the hand to clasp his shoulder, glancing to it and then back up to the man in front of him. All at once, his own smile erupted over his face and a laugh. “Way too long, brother!“ Orion agreed as he repeated the action, shrugging and pulling the taller man into a hug. 

"Fate wanted this, I’m sure of it! How’ve you been? Do you-” As he let go, his blue gaze caught sight of the woman in front of the car, “Are you headed somewhere?“ His grin turned wry, a quirk of a brow added for effect.

The grease no doubt getting smeared all over his suit jacket goes completely unnoticed. The larger man returns the hug, laughing shortly as well. "Fine, fine, I’ve been fine. Ah-” He glances back at the car and his assistant before giving his friend a teasingly stern look. 

“Actually, I was hoping you could join me for a few drinks. You and I have a gratuitous amount of catching up to do- that doctor of yours is welcome to come too, of course.”

Catching up

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With Faraj at work and Rigel with his friends for the afternoon, Orion had set about preoccupying himself with anything and everything in the house that needed fixing. Or, what he considered fixing. Tinkering with the light fixtures, making a mental list of the appliances that needed servicing and finally what to do about the mess in his son’s room.

Bah. Once the work inside was done, it was back to that rattle that continued to perplex him within the chassis. It was when he spied a black car parking and a suit’d man approaching the house that he paused, wrench still in hand as he watched the businessman approach the house and knock.

“Can I help you si—” He began, stopping mid stride as he rounded the house. “Max?“

The sound of his name surprised the CEO, but he recognized that voice. Turning, he finds the source- unshaven, scarred and covered in grease, but Orion all the same. Max closes the gap between them, grinning.

"In the flesh. I was in the city and-” He shrugs. “How could I resist?” Max puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s been far too long, Orion.”