#HE DID AN ULTRA BEAM

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HOOOOOOOOOLYYYYYYYY FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK

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Can we get a first contact au with Rodimus becoming increasingly possessive towards the human the lost light found.

My Human

Rodimus x Human First contact AU

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

Rodimus masterlist

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Rules and Masterlist

Had a lot of fun writing this. I may have written him as more Protective Possessions than anything else, but all up, I'm very happy with how this turned out. But I've seen so where the human is distressed by Possesive Rodimus in First contact Aus so I wanted to go with them being just as distressed about being taken away from him.

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Rodimus hated this, he hated being away from his little human. He paces back and forth in front of medlab, at this rate he would wear marks into the floor, he regretted that his little friend had been found out. It had resulted in Ratchet and Ultra Magnus taking them from his care. It had now been nearly three cycles since they had been taken from him and he didn't like when others were in charge of their care. 

Ratchet and Ultra Magnus believed he wasn't skilled enough to care for them. Yes there was a language barrier between them but they had been working on it with hand signals, nods and head shakes along with visual items. He was gentle with them, he did his best to make them comfortable and they didn't set off any signs that they felt uncomfortable or upset with him. 

Rodimus keeps his energy field taut with restraint, his optics flick to the door as he faces Ratchet, though his unrest is clear. "Look, I know you and Magnus think I'm not 'responsible' enough or whatever, but that's my little human! I've been taking good care of them since picking them up, You can't just keep me away from them!." His plating flares briefly. " you both swoop in, say I'm not 'qualified,' and carry them off for your tests and whatnot. Please just let me see them!" Rodimus remains poised, despite his clear frustration he tries to not let it show.

Ratchet isn't impressed by the situation, Rodimus had hidden the human for who knows how long before they found out about them and it was due to the fact Swerve had seen the human with Rodimus late one cycle. The medic had a hard time trusting Rodimus to be responsible for such a fragile being. 

The smaller beings' eyes light up the moment they see Rodimus, a small collection of thrills and vocal chirps falling from them as they see the Speedster finally being let into medical, they stand quickly moving to the edge of the table calling out to him eagerly.  

Ratchet huffs in exasperation as the human calls out so eagerly for the red mech. He grudgingly has to admit their attachment seems genuine. But that doesn't absolve proper procedure. Rodimus had withheld information, hidden an organic, he was lucky that they were in good health otherwise Ratchet wouldn't have let him within the radius of the lab. 

"Alright, alright, calm down, both of you." Ratchet levels a stern glare between them. "I'm letting you see each other as a trial, Rodimus. One slip-up and they go right back to my care, and you do not get to see them at all. got it?" 

Rodimus nods eagerly, and Ratchet steps aside with reluctance. The human chirps happily as he swiftly moves closer to the table they are stood on. "Be gentle, and watch your energy, you're lucky you haven't caused any medical problems" Ratchet grumbles. But his rebuke as he reads over the few tests he had run over them. 

Rodimus beams down at his human. "Missed you too. Don't listen to Ratch', okay? I'll always keep you safe." He directs the latter at Ratchet. The medic huffs but doesn't disagree. Seeing the human's contentment, maybe Rodimus has earned his chance after all. He'd be keeping a close optic on the two.

The human almost flings themself at Rodimus snuggling against his plating, had it been any other Mech their plating would have been cold but Rodimus ran hot due to his Outlier ability and they seemed to swarm to him for the heat. Their arms curl around his shoulder plating little thrills leaving them in delight to see him after not being able to see him for days now.

Eventually they pull away hands moving quickly as more noises leave them, trying to ask him questions he can't understand, giving a rather rude gesture towards Ratchet as they voice their displeasure over being stuck here. Ratchet isn't particularly happy but given the circumstances it was better than the human needing multiple injections and a drip. 

Rodimus chuckles at the rude gesture aimed at Ratchet. "Eheh, I'll let that one slide since I know he's been keeping you against your will." He hums softly while pulling them back into a hug which they eagerly accept. "But play nice," Rodimus whispers, directing a pointed look at Ratchet. "Don't want Ratch' banning me from visits, y'know?" 

Rodimus strokes their back gently, happy to finally have them back even if it was only for a little, he didn't like it but he would fight if it came down to that so they didn't have to stay in the Medlab. 

It's only when Ultra Magnus walks into the room does the human become rather vocal, seeming to scowl in displeasure, another flurry of noise coming from them as they clinging to Rodimus expecting the larger mech to take them again.

 After all this was a massive violation of ship conduct having a human on board and Rodimus had hidden them for who knows how long. Rodimus himself was still rather angry over the separation for cycles. Magnus' field bleeds disapproval as he notes the organics ferocity. " Rodimus, your failure to disclose finding an intelligent alien has compromised ship safety. That you concealed them speaks poorly of your leadership. Do you have any idea what could have happened if it was another species, think of the Viruses, and other contamination you could have brought onto this ship!"

Rodimus' plating flares indignantly. "They were scared! I was looking after them, making sure they had everything they needed, rather than dragging them in here for pit knows what kind of tests and dragged me to the brig!" 

"Enough, both of you!" Ratchet interjects sternly. "Arguing will solve nothing. Your disapproval is clear, Magnus, but separating them now could cause harm. For their sake, I advise they remain in Rodimus' care, But they are to be brought in Every Luna Cycle for check ups, do I make myself clear captain?."

Magnus' optics narrow, he goes to argue about the situation, But the sound of heavy foot fall makes them tense as Megatron stalks in, red optics lingering on the group. The co-captain looks to Rodimus with a raised brow before his optics flicker to the human in his arms. "What is the issue here?" He finally asked. Rodimus' fields blast protectiveness as Megatron's gaze settles on the human clinging to him. "There's no issue, Megatron. Just everyone freaking out that I took in a stray. As if providing refuge is a crime." 

Magnus stiffens. "Harbouring an unknown organism without informing command put the whole ship at risk. Repercussions must follow regulations."

Ratchet shoots him a glare. "Perhaps. But separating them now risks worse harm." He faces Megatron decisively. Megatron considers it thoughtfully. While Rodimus broke protocol. 

" they remain in Rodimus' care. But you will face consequences, Rodimus, for keeping them hidden, you should have come to one of us over this when you found them." His gaze levels on Magnus, daring dissent. Magnus' field churns discontent but he nods curtly. Rodimus flashes Megatron a covert grateful look. “Look I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone but I knew this was how Magnus was going to react, they needed help and I wasn't just going to leave them” 

The group continued talking about how things would proceed from there. It's only after the medical check is finished are the two finally allowed to leave, the human clinging to Rodimus as he walks with them. It catches many mechs, some doing double takes and others just blatantly staring at the human shocked over the strange organic. Rodimus did his best to shield the human from prying optics as he strode briskly down the corridor. He didn't want to deal with the rest of the mechs, or overstimulate his companion. 

"It's alright,” he murmured soothingly. "Just ignore ee. They're not used to fleshies is all." He shot a warning glare at Swerve as the mini rolled by curiously. Relief washes over him as they reach his hab suite, Rodimus shut and locked the door behind them. "Whew, finally some peace! Nobody gonna bother us here, promise." 

He settled gently on his berth, cradling the human close. "I know it's all weird and scary dealing with bots as big as mechs. But you're safe with me" Rodimus' field radiated comfort as he chatted to help them relax, he knew full well they didn't understand him, but he knew the rumbles and vibrations from his chassis would calm them. He was careful not to let his distaste for how the others acted show - he knew he had messed up but it was worth it. 

They let out a soft noise as he finally laid down on his berth, it brought him comfort knowing he finally had them back safely. The human snuggles in to his plating, a hand coming up to his faceplate as they check him over as if he had been hurt. Rodimus' optics crinkled warmly at the human's gentle inspection of his faceplates. "Aww, you're checking me over now, huh? Making sure grumpy Ratch' didn't do anything to me?" 

He nuzzled their tiny hand affectionately with the tip of his nasal ridge. Primus, they were so tiny and fragile, but their caring touch warmed his spark. "Don't you worry about me, little bit. I'm tough, it'll take more than their glares to take me down." Rodimus chuckled softly. 

Turning serious, he added, "But it means a lot that you care. I'm here for you too." He let out a soft noise as they curl up against him, happy to finally have him back, it makes a smile etch into his lips as he covers them with one of his servos to make sure they don't fall off his chassis. “get some rest littlespark” he hums softly. 

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Handle with Care

Rodimus has finally been allowed to bring you into a meeting to hopefully curb some of his rampant fidgeting problems. It ends up having unforeseen consequences.

First Contact AU! Rodimus/Human Reader

NSFW, DUB-CON, Accidental Stimulation, Rodmius has ADHD and you can pry that fact out of my cold dead hands

(Since this is a First Contact AU Rodimus uses Cybertronian words for body parts instead of human ones for you, but the Reader is a human!)

Rodimus knew he always did his best thinking when he had something to do with his servos. As insistent as Ultra Magnus was that his endless tapping, bouncing, and desk-carving was simply "an untapped well of craving for mayhem", Rodimus knew that having even a little something to fiddle with would make those endless, droning safety meetings into something just barely bordering on tolerable.

And since Ultra Magnus was also sick of his relentless desk vandalism, he finally gave the begrudging all-clear for Rodimus to bring his favorite organic to the meeting room.

"They can remain so long as they are not a distraction." With his soft little buddy cupped carefully in his servos, not even Ultra Magnus's stern words could sway his captain's notable enthusiasm.

"You say that as if they could be any more distracting than the bot carrying them." Megatron added.

"You worry too much! We'll be quieter than moon mice, right bud?" Rodimus ran a thumb over your soft, fuzz-covered helm as he took his seat. You were sitting comfortably in the center of his right palm, legs dangling over the edge between his digits. He kept his middle and ring digits curled up slightly to keep you from toppling forward, and you'd settled yourself in with your arms folded atop them and your chin resting against the tips of his digits. He gave you another soft stroke to the helm and beamed at the content little chirp you let out in response.

Ultra Magnus cleared his vents. "If we may begin, we have a lot of ground to cover. Starting with the grievous filing system Brainstorm has insisted on using for the weapons bay. It flaunts any Cybertronian standard known to bot and presents a massive safety risk when considering…"

Yeah, if Rodimus hadn't brought you along he'd already be itching for a dagger to start carving caricatures with. Instead his left-servo digits wandered lazily over your helm and shoulders, absentmindedly petting as his processor already started phasing out the dialogue of his second-in-command. Primus, organics really were so soft. Even your little coverings were soft, he noted as he ran a digit tip over the fabric covering your torso. You let out another quiet hum, melting ever further into Rodimus's grip as he patted you.

"And if you think your petition to install turbo-thrusters on your private vehicle was approved, Rodimus, I assure you it was not."

"WHA-?! What's wrong with the turbo thrusters? Brainstorm already approved the prototype!" He sat upright and forward in his seat, left servo cupping around your back to make sure you weren't overly jostled. "And they'll look great on the Rod Pod, too. Already painted and everything."

"We can't have one of our captains blowing himself up meteor surfing just because he wanted a thrill. And must I emphasize the use of the word 'prototype'? Meaning 'unfinished and untested'?"

"What better way to test them than on my ship?" 

"Do you want them listed alphabetically, or by order of safety protocol?"

Rodimus grumbled, a buzzing charge of irritation spiking through his frame. He cupped your back tighter with his servo to make sure you were still settled in as he flumped back into his seat with an overly dramatic ex-vent. The motion pushed your entire soft fore up against his wide digits, and he could feel a shiver course through your small frame. 

"You bored yet?" He murmured, knowing you couldn't fully understand him but also knowing his comments would needle at Ultra Magnus. "Or are you cold? You feel pretty warm." A single digit stroked down the length of your spinal strut and Rodimus startled at the sudden, shaky in-vent you'd failed to stifle. "What was…?"

"Affectionate little organic you've found for yourself, Rodimus." Megatron's comment nearly made Rodimus leap out of his own plating. The taller mech gestured to the way you'd wrapped both of your arms around Rodimus's digits, your cheek pressed against the metal tip of one.

"W-Well yeah! I am their favorite, after all." He asserted, though his free digits kept wandering up and down the expanse of your back. The last thing he wanted was for Megatron and Ultra Magnus to think something was wrong with you. That would just give them more reason to not let him bring you to meetings. No, as soon as he could slip out of here he'd take you to Perceptor himself to get you checked out. Hopefully you could wait it out that long.

But as the meeting progressed Rodimus found that everything that was being said to him was going in one audial processor and straight out the other. He was too focused on your movement, each tiny rock and wriggle. He kept the palm of his other servo pressed against your back to keep you snug and warm, though his own sensors didn't indicate anything out of the norm for your current ambient temperature. Maybe you got bored like he did? Absent-mindedly he began bouncing you in his palm, just barely enough movement to jostle your frame. The dull motion would keep you occupied and keep Rodimus from going stir-crazy with nothing to fiddle with. He was killing two birdbots with one stone!

"...And if we're going to allow Swerve to continue his antics, I must insist that he is at least properly licensed and certified." 

"C'mon! It's good for-!" Rodimus had tried to interject, but before he could he was interrupted by a strangled yelp from his palm. All three bots' optics were drawn to your form as you shuddered in Rodimus's servo, arms and legs squeezing around his digits and your helm hanging over the tips of them, hiding your faceplate from view. Your own little servos pushed pathetically at Rodimus's, trying to shove your fore away from his touch as you whimpered.

"You didn't squash them, did you? Rodimus."

"They don't appear to be harmed. Merely… distressed?"

"No worries everything's fine let's pick this up next cycle sounds good okay BYE!" Rodimus spat out a flurry of placations and excuses as he scrambled to leave, cupping you close to his chest the entire sprint back to his own habsuite. Only once he was over his desk, littered with your various human-sized furniture and items, did he carefully uncup his hands and let you sprawl out across a single palm. You remained lying flat on your back, fore heaving as you vented, helm fluff sticky with your organic-made coolant where it clung to your face. As you made optic contact with him you let out the tiniest, most pathetic whine as your servos flew up to cover your face.

"Rodimus…" Though you couldn't fully understand each other, you had settled on a throaty, metered recreation of his name, doing your best to mimic the mechanical warbles he had used to introduce himself to you. He'd heard you use it a handful of times before, mostly to get his attention. But now? Now you seemed absolutely distraught, whining out the word in a high, flustered pitch through your cupped servos.

"What?! What did I do wrong?" He blinked owlishly down at you, poking ever so gently around your form with a free digit. He prodded at your helm, your shoulders, your chassis… But as his digits trailed down your fore you whimpered, hips jerking pathetically up as he neared your pelvis. You let out another embarrassed squeak, one of your pedes kicking frantically against his digit with a metal 'bang!' to shove it away. 

Oh. Oops.

Rodimus wasn't stupid, he knew that humans didn't have armor plating. Instead you delighted in covering yourself with various colorful fabrics for different occasions and times of day, a freedom of self-design that he both greatly admired and slightly envied.

But Rodimus had never actually considered that no armor really meant no armor. Not even a modesty plate. 

"I'm so sorry!" He hissed, heat rushing to his own faceplate as well. Accidentally making you overload in the middle of a meeting wasn't even on the list of possible ways Rodimus thought things could go wrong, but apparently now it needed to be added. He'd used the vibrating buzz if his digits many a time on other mechs and femmes, but he never intended to use it on you. At least not in that way! Letting you slide oh-so-carefully from his palm and onto the surface of the desk, you continued to languish in your humiliation sprawled out on your back. "I really didn't mean to! I know you don't know what I'm saying but I promise it wasn't on purpose!"

You glanced through your fingers at his faceplate and his apologetic frown, letting out another huff. This one sounded less overwhelmed though, more resigned. You gestured for him to bring a servo closer and he did, only for you to duck your helm under one of his digits and let him pet your soft organic head fluff. 

"You forgive me?" You couldn't understand him but gave him a small, reassuring pat on the palm. "Ahh, thank you! If it's any consolation, I don't think either of them noticed."

But as he carefully stroked your helm with two digits, a teeny tiny part of Rodimus's processor was curious. How hard was it for you to keep quiet? Was the wiggling around from you trying to get away from the stimulation, or chase it? Were you scared, overloading in a room full of giant mechs? Or was there a chance that part of you might have… enjoyed it?

Weird. He was weird. And he was going to file those thoughts away behind a door in his processor to only be opened when he needed things to feel self-deprecating about. Rodimus of Nyon, Captain of the Lost Light, secret fantasizer of human overloads… Yeah, that probably wouldn't go over well.

And yet, Rodimus couldn't help how little he actually minded that.

[silverzoomies]

Imagine quickie rails u so good u squirt but you’re low key embarrassed bc that’s never happened before but he talks you through it so sweetly and so hornily bc he obviously finds it the hottest thing in the world and he’s kinda obsessed with the fact that you just did that bc of him

…..yeah I need to know what he’s like talking you through it …….

anon, i'm so sorry. i dunno if this is what you were expecting. but i went a little off the rails. i haven't actually sat down and written anything in fifty gajillion years. apologies in advance if i'm super duper rusty. you're a doll, by the way. thanks for the inspiration !! this ask had me red in the face all over again !! 🤍 here's a short drabble for ya 🤍🤍🤍

In the boring emptiness of some secret, government research facility, soft squeals call out with ecstasy.

Hold that thought.

Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?

🤍

Since the OG X-Men were busy with more important endeavors (another fancy gala. Huge snore fest), Xavier took it upon himself to recruit some newbie trainees. He sent three of them to a top secret facility. Super below radar. The building sat far away from the bustle of society, hidden at an off-the-record base.

It’s around one AM when Quicksilver himself finally crashes your boring, patrol party. He zips through the entire building, scouting the area; before checking in on the trainees. After sending the other two off on their twenty minute breaks, he soon finds you.

A newbie he’s far more acquainted with. In more ways than one.

But not as many as he’d like.

You look bored as hell sitting there by yourself, swirling in a swivel chair. A series of CCTV screens flicker before you. But you barely pay them any attention. Keeping your head down, clipboard on your lap; you doodle all over a security protocol sheet. Your legs kick in a childlike way.

Your first, official mission is the most lame of X-Men operations. But even despite that, you appear to be in high spirits. Peter’s almost jealous. The first time he joined up with the team, all he got out of it was a lousy, broken leg.

Anyway, you’re cute and all. But…don’t you have a job to do, you slacker?

Peter leans against the doorway, his hands nestled in the pockets of his silver, bomber jacket. Beady eyes watch you through the lenses of his goggles. His earphones hang around his neck. A quiet jam resonates from them. But you're so mesmerized by your doodling, you don't even notice.

In a flash, Peter makes his presence known. Big hands grab your shoulders hard. He leans in to whisper sternly in your ear. His voice vibrates, robust and quaking in an attempt to spook you.

“GOTCHA! Annnnnnnd, yer dead, kid! Mwahahaha!”

You swivel around in an instant. Hopping from your seat, you raise your hands in defense. Jeez! Peter's caught off guard by how quickly you react. Blinding beams of golden light burst from your palms. The same glow floods your eyes. You hurl scorching hot rays in Peter's direction.

Well…shit.

Thanks to Xavier's mad training skills, Peter's a little faster than light nowadays. And he's ultra lucky for it. Had you raised your hands and gone pew pew pew so many years ago - he probably would've charred to a crisp right then and there. 

“Damn! You got some killer aim! That was a close call.” He whistles. Peter gawks at the holes seared into the wall, straight through some ruined blueprints. A smirk plays on his lips. He gestures at the damage with a thumb, “Eh, they probably got backups ‘a those lyin’ around, right?”

Your only response is an affectionate eye roll. But Peter notes the curl at the corner of your mouth as you try not to smile. 

Screw it. You're pretty fun. Why doesn't he hang with you for a bit? He's probably got some time to kill. At least before Chuck realizes the speedster isn't dressed to the nines, bored out of his mind at the gala.

The two of you goof off for a few minutes. As you doodle, Peter looms over your seat. Watching the CCTV screens with a ready eye, he teases you about your lack of focus on the job. You're just such a supreme newbie, he can't help it.

To which you respond with a counterpoint - isn't he the reigning champion of getting sidetracked?

Touché, little newbie. Touché.

Boredom quickly makes him antsy. And being antsy has Peter's brain reaching for any stimulation he can find. Pacing the room, Peter casts subtle glances at your figure in tactical clothing. Hot damn. Black really does highlight your most bodacious assets.

Amidst casual conversation, Peter shamelessly flirts with you. And when you flirt back, he isn’t all that fazed. The two of you are always making saucy passes at one another. Horny topics of discussion happen more often than they should. You once poured your heart out for twenty minutes, complaining that you couldn’t squirt when you got off. Part of him took this confession as a challenge.

Peter never forgot how sexually charged the energy of that night was.

Or…maybe it wasn’t? Maybe you just wanted to vent to someone who would listen. Yeah. He’s probably uber delusional. That ‘energy’ might’ve come from the sunbeams radiating in your genes.

Sure. Nothing sexual.

But if that’s the case, why else are you giving him bedroom eyes - if not ‘cuz you really wanna bone?

Expelling a bland sigh, Peter leans back against the console where the CCTV screens are. He bounces a random ball he swiped from a researcher’s desk. Flirtatious teasing continues back and forth, remaining casual.

Until Peter makes a needlessly suggestive comment.

“I’m just sayin’. Picture this, ‘kay? You ‘n me, goin’ at it like there’s no tomorrow. Pretty sure I’d get you off in under, say, three minutes er less. That’s not a promise, it’s a fact.”

Throwing you a sly look, Peter smirks payfully. He bounces the ball again.

“Pshh. Not fast enough.” You mumble.

Peter’s dark gaze leers at you from under his brows.

Oh. Oh no, you didn't just...

His eyes fire across each CCTV screen, double checking for any unwanted visitors. All clear, it’s go time. Moving swiftly, he props you up on a nearby desk. At record speed - before you can begin to comprehend his impossibly fast actions - he crams six inches of girthy, speedster cock inside you. All without any warning.

In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have been so impulsive. But in the microsecond it took him to move your body and pull your pants off, at the very least; he had the courtesy to prep you with his fingers. And now, you’re coming undone as he jackhammers your cunt. Peter rolls into you in a blur of silver motion. Your walls clench perfectly over his cock.

You protest through shallow moans, “W-Wait! Oh my g-...too fast, Peter! Too fast!”

The tips of his fingers circle your clit, the vibrations shattering your moans. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you bring him closer. Peter shivers as your pussy squeezes him so tight. It’s an outrageously awesome sensation that drives him to drill his dick deeper. Tilting forward, he groans, his lips grazing yours.

“Y’think I can make you squirt like this?” He chuckles, his throat bobbing as he swallows down a moan.

You shake your head wildly, whimpering the softest, “Noooooo! I told you already, I cannnnn’t!”

“Huh? What’s that, cutie? Aw. Too bad. ‘Cuz I’m not gunna slow down ‘til you do.” Peter teases, looking over his shoulder at the CCTV screens. He smirks crookedly, “Better be quick. Yer teammates’re gunna be back soon.”

You tip your head back as you whine again. Peter ruts into you so inexplicably fast, his pace renders your lungs useless. His fingers keep torturing your clit, guiding your pearl in a whirring dance of speedy buzzes. You shudder, clawing into his arms as your hips move on instinct. 

Speeding the rhythm of his thrusts, Peter furrows his brows. His cock pulses when he watches your tits bounce in your shirt. He bites his lip to stifle a whimper. Below him, you try to call his name. But his powerful movements rupture your pretty voice. “Hell yeah, gorgeous. That’s it. Don’t hold back, ‘kay? Just let it happen. Gunna cum, pretty girl? C’mon, ya gotta cum for me. You can do it. C’mon.” He begs, his tone a little closer to a whine.

Not even two minutes into sexing you up, he has you gushing a spritz of luscious heat. Score. He'll be thinking about this sexy success for weeks. The corners of your eyes leak hot tears, as a rapturous orgasm overtakes you. The entire, lower half of your body tightens, muscles clenching. Your pussy pops with a juicy burst. Leaking down your thighs and ass, your slick coats his twitchy cock.

He kisses you, his breath burning hot, “Doin’ so good, princess. So good for me. Was that fast enough for you? Hmm? Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-”

Pulling his soaked length free, he showers your tummy in virile, white jets. Leaning over you, Peter laughs again, exhaling a long sigh of elation. His lips capture yours, drinking in your kisses for a few beats. He feels his heart twist with satisfaction. All at the awesome notion that he drove you to such an intimate, breaking point.

“How’s that for a quickie?” He teases with a cheeky grin, winking down at you.

Your blinky eyes gaze over his shoulder, looking somewhat dazed. Beneath him, you stir in place. You’re trying to say something. But you’re so braindead from the totally slammin’ orgasm he gave you, the words won’t happen.

But then, Peter notices the way your glazed hues narrow. That vibrant, golden glow from earlier returns. Sitting up on an elbow, you raise a hand to point at the CCTV screens behind him. Oh, you probably saw someone on cam. Peter’s dark gaze widens. A sudden beam of light pulsates at the tip of your finger.

“NO, NO, NO, NO-” He starts.

Too late. The golden flash fires like a speeding bullet from your fingertip, colliding into the screens. A powerful burst shatters the entire CCTV setup on impact. Electric static buzzes amongst broken glass and fried wires. Peter sighs, looking over his shoulder, then back down at your cute face.

“Babe, seriously? Now’s not the time to be tryin’ interior decorating!” He rolls his eyes, playing ignorant to your shared romp in the research lab, “Hold that thought...aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”

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No rest on the Lost Light

You’re the human liaison on the Lost Light and you’re tired but unable to sleep but some bot must be awake on the ship to entertain you, right?

Megatron

* Megatron knew he should rest, but as they say, there is no rest for the wicked or at least that’s how he was justifying his time, lying down as numerous thoughts cycled through his head. He was a restless bot, but the uprising and war had left him tired, worn, and old. The most important thing he needed was rest but he rejected it.

* At first he thought the knocking was just the usual noises one would hear on a ship much like the creaking of metal or bellow of beams, but when he heard it a second time, he knew it had to be someone. Perhaps it’s someone mistaking his berth for theirs as they stumble out of Swerve’s? Maybe someone was taking the cover of night to give him a piece of their mind? Whichever it was, Megatron would just move them along to wherever they needed to go before returning to his solace.

* Megatron’s a bot who’s seen everything and there is very little that surprises him but seeing the human liaison, restless and asking for company, it would be a lie to say his wasn’t taken aback by your question. He tries to redirect you to another bot like Rung, Ratchet, Ultra Magnus, any one else but him though his offers fell as deaf ears as you just walked in to set up shop, blanket in hand.

* Things are very awkward in the beginning with you asking Megatron a few questions, mostly about himself, to which he gives short, curt answers while he doesn’t answer others. You attempt to talk about yourself, your favorite food, animal, places, and travels but he doesn’t ask any follow up questions.

* You mention that you read his writings though you had trouble with translating it, not quite fluent from Cybertronian to your native tongue. This does peak Megatron’s interest as you attempted to recall some of the poems you read, butchering his words through your own interpretations or proposed translations did help to form a slight smirk on his face.

* Megatron does cut you off after a while, stating you need to rest but not just because you needed it. He would talk to Magnus tomorrow about starting to teach you how to read and speak their language and perhaps with some time and patience, you would be able to recite one of his poems fluently. Perhaps it would even sound nice in your voice…

NSFW

* Megatron will not make the offer and will deny any offer you make for a midnight companion to burn your midnight oil off. If you are dating, he would be more willing on the promise that you go to bed right after and he will hold you to it or there will be consequences. Make of that as you will.

[poly-pan-0118]

Just a thought that led to this...

Bakugou/reader fluff about 700 WC

You meet up with Bakugou after his patrol. He had promised to walk you to the bookstore because he needed to get something himself. The truth is, he just went two days ago, but he's not gonna tell you that. 

His hair is still damp from the shower, sticking out from under the beanie he wears to “disguise” his look. However, people still gawk and whisper. There are not many tall, broad-shouldered blondes with red eyes in Musutafu. 

No one dares to say anything to him, though, as he walks close enough that his hands graze yours occasionally. You're too excited and oblivious to notice as you ramble on about your favorite manga having a special edition release.

Bakugou simply stares between the sidewalk and studies your face, hiding his feelings behind the scowl that usually accompanies his face. On the inside, he can't get enough of how your eyes light up as you talk so animatedly about guy character X finally admitting their feelings for the girl character Y. The irony is not lost on him. 

“But you don't understand, Bakugou. If I'm not there in time to stand in line, I won't get the ultra-deluxe version.”  is your explanation to him after he stays silent so long. It's not that Bakugou wasn't interested. He's totally invested in what you have to say. Hell, he decided long ago he'd listen to you talk about the different sizes and colors of rocks all day if he had to. 

“Ultra deluxe?” He asks as the palm of his hand settles on the small of your back to redirect you out of people's way, the movement coming naturally to him. “What? Does it come with fucking fries or somethin?”

You turn to yell at him, but Bakugou's look almost makes you trip over your feet. He's sporting a slight grin, the closest thing to a smile you've learned. The setting sun catches the red hues in his eyes just right so that you can see flecks of gold. The evening rush on the streets has gotten busier, something you only notice now because you're practically pressed chest to chest against Bakugou as you board the train. 

You're the last ones to get on and when a scummy-looking dude stares at you too long and gets too close for his liking, he turns you around so that his muscular arms cage you in with your back against the door. His hand is still on the small part of your back, and you can feel him pressing closer.  

Neither of you says anything, getting lost in the intimacy of your closeness. When you glance back up at Bakugou again, he's staring at you. He opens his mouth to say something but then closes it and looks away. 

You watch his eyebrows furrow and you recognize the look on his face. It's a look he has when he's pondering something as if making a high-stakes decision on a mission. Before you can overthink it, he whips his head back at you, and the train's jostling presses you even closer. 

“L’me make you dinner tonight.” His voice is so low you almost miss what he said. You're quiet for a minute as you stare up at the Pro Hero, playing the question repeatedly in your head. Did he just ask you to dinner?  

The longer you take to answer, the more red the apples of his cheeks get. Bakugou tilts his head, waiting for an answer. 

“You asking me for a date, Mr. Dynamight?” you tease as you smile at him. 

“Yeah, brat, I am.” 

“Okay, but first,” you start to say as he ushers you out of the train. “I need to get my manga.” You hear Bakugou click his teeth behind you. 

“Yeah, yeah. Make sure you don't forget your fries.” 

Bakugou's hand is now tightly wrapped around yours as you enter your favorite Manga store. Out of his peripheral, he can see people stop as they whisper and their camera flashes, taking pictures. They know who he is and right now, he could care less. All that matters is your smile, beaming brightly at him as you clutch the Ultra Deluxe manga Edition to your chest.

[in1-nutshell]

I would absolutely love to read anything you have about IDW Rapidfire! I love how you wrote her for TFP, and I’m interested in how she would be different in the IDW ‘verse!

IDW Rapidfire is going to be a bit different from TFP.

Hope you enjoy!

IDW Rapidfire

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Cybertronian reader

IDW/MTMTE

Minimus met Rapidfire as a youngling abandoned near the end of the war.

Of course, she knew him as Ultra Magnus.

She was originally part of a N.A.I.L family unit that had been ambushed by Decepticon crossfire.

The youngling with nowhere to go decided to avenge her family and try to join the Autobots.

What better way to attract the Autobots than an emergency frequency.

Magnus was surprised at the audacity of the youngling demanding to join the Wrecker’s unit.

She was so tiny!

She would get crushed!

Magnus: “I am afraid your size will hinder you—” Rapidfire tries to puff her chassis, trying to make herself bigger. Magnus: “That is not helping your case… ummm…” Rapidfire: “My name is Rapidfire.” Magnus: “Well, Rapidfire have you factored in that you can get killed?” Rapidfire: “I know the risks. Why do you think I sent out a frequency to the Wrecker’s? I want to fight!” Roadbuster: “Oh c’mon Magnus. Look at her.” The Wreckers see the equivalent of a hissing dirty kitten. Pyro: “She has some fire in those optics. I believe Prime would bring her along.” Magnus: “Pyro—” Springer: “Hey kid, can you handle a blaster?” Ironfist tosses her a blaster. She struggles a bit to hold the blaster, which is almost as big as she is. Springer: “Hit that sign over there and you got a spot on the team.” Magnus: “Hold on now—” BANG! Rapidfire did not hit the sign, but accidentally shot down a Seeker no one had seen. And by the screaming it was probably Starscream. The Wrecker’s: “…” Rapidfire is just smiling. Whirl: “We’re keep her right?”

Magnus is forced to bring the scruffy youngling with them.

A very chatty scruffy youngling who looked comical holding the large blaster.

Magnus tried to get her in inventory duty.

It worked… for a bit.

Rapidfire wasn’t that dumb.

She knew someone would try and put her into more ‘safer’ positions because of her size and age.

So, she made sure that every moment she had, it was to begging Magnus to train her.

Magnus was a bit confused why Rapidfire would choose him to train her than any of the other Wrecker’s that had a bigger soft spot than he did.

The youngling simply stated she wanted to learn from the Commander himself.

He isn’t flustered.

No way.

The mech does eventually starts to train Rapidfire.

He is not immune to her enthusiasm when she jumps for joy and tells the others.

Is relatively surprised how well Rapidfire manages to use his own frame against him, but she is still no match for the Magnus armor.

Nothing seems to quell her spirit.

An admirable trait.

Magnus brings Rapidfire and some of the other Wrecker’s to a shooting range. Magnus: “Rapidfire, your assignment is to blast all 5 targets in the center dot.” Rapidfire squints at the tiny targets in the distance. Magnus: “You can see the targets from the scope better.” Rapidfire nods her helm. Ironfist: “Isn’t this a bit advance for her?” Magnus: “She must learn one way or another Ironfist.” Rotorstorm: “But she’s just a—” BABANG! BABANG! BABANG! BABANG! BABANG! The Wrecker’s freeze as they see Rapidfire barely flinch. She hops from her high seat with a proud smile. Rapidfire: “Done!” The mech’s take out scouters to see the targets. All had perfect holes in the center. Magnus: “I—umm, well done Rapidfire.” The youngling beams brightly. Rapidfire: “Its all thanks to Perceptor!” Rapidfire high five’s the Wrecker. Springer: “That… explains a bit.”

Rapidfire found out about Minimus on accident.

He had crawled out of the armor to deal with a set of gashes he had when his door opened.

Minimus swore he locked it, until he remembered that he had given them to Rapidfire for emergencies.

Both bots stare at each other. Rapidfire carefully closes the door. Minimus then realizes that she had a medkit in one of her servos. Rapidfire: “Looks like you need a bi of patch work, huh Magnus?” Minimus and Rapidfire are quiet as she patches him up. Minimus: “Are you going to—” Rapidfire: “Tell the others? Nah.” Minimus looks at her confused. Rapidfire: “If you haven’t done it yourself there has to be a reason. Its also kinda not my business.” Rapidfire finishes the patch work and starts to leave. Minimus: “Rapidfire.” The Youngling stops. Minimus takes notice that she looked a bit taller but brushes it aside. Minimus: “My name is Minimus Ambus… and thank you.” Rapidfire smiles at him before leaving the room.

Rapidfire loves Verity.

Verity becomes her ‘older’ sister.

Magnus thinks that maybe they will be good influences on each other…

Next thing he knows the Wrecker’s are scrambling to catch Rapidfire and Verity from ‘group’ trust falls.

They were both sent to the time out corner after that.

Eventually Rapidfire gets sent on an away mission from the Wrecker’s.

The first mission trip that she didn’t know when she would return to the Wrecker’s unit.

Magnus was not happy with her leaving, which led to her teasing him a bit, but he could see through the excitement, she wasn’t too happy leaving him either.

Rapidfire is walking to the space pod. The Wrecker’s are there to wish her good luck. They all notice a small growth spurt in the youngling but brush it off as a trick of the light. Springer: “Give them your all Rapidfire.” Rotorstorm: “Blast a Con will ya?” Perceptor: “Be careful.” Kup: “Trust ya gut kid.” Whirl: “Make sure they know why you’re a Wrecker!” Verity: “Punch a Con for me!” Rapidfire smiles at all of them as she turns to Magnus. Magnus: “… Safe travels Rapidfire.” Rapidfire: “I will Commander, I’ll be back before you know it... Dad.” Magnus smiles a bit. …Wait, what’s a dad? And why does Verity look so happy? Rapidfire smiles before waving at everyone as the pod’s door started to close. Rapidfire: “I’ll send a post card once I get to Garrus 9!”

A couple months later, Magnus receives a call from Prowl telling him about the Overlord takeover of Garrus 9.

Magnus is about to have a panic attack.

Overlord does not leave Bot prisoners unless he wants them to tell how they escaped or because he keeps them as toys.

There is no telling if she survived or not.

Magnus can’t go on this mission but the rest of the Wrecker’s can.

They are going to bring their youngling back.

Verity is out for blood.

The group find Fortress Maximus before Rapidfire.

It was Perceptor who found her in a highly dense cell.

They open it and first believe they have the wrong bot. This bot is a unit. Probably big or bigger than Ultra Magnus. Impactor: “Who’s there? State your designation.” The helm of the bot slowly moves up. The dull lighting of the bots optics is the only source of light in the room. It looks like the bot is squinting. Rapidfire: “V-verity?” Verity drops her blasters and starts running to the bot, flashing a bit of light from a small flashlight. Verity: “Rapidfire?” Rapidfire: “That’s my name… ain’t got another one.” The Wreckers light up their flashlights and start helping her out of her chains. Kup: “You know when we said you have to grow up we didn’t mean this.” Rapidfire chuckles painfully. Rapidfire: “Didn’t really have a say in this.”

It takes multiple bots to get Fortress Maximus and Rapidfire to escape pods to head to Delphi for repairs.

Magnus just gets notified that she made it to the medical facility and would be notified when she woke up.

Timeskip Lost Light and Delphi.

Both Maximus and Rapidfire are woken up by First Aid’s jump start on their sparks.

Rapidfire protects the medics.

Ratchet is surprised to see them both awake.

She stays with First Aid while everything is going down with Pharma.

Joins the Lost Light with the others.

Magnus stands up so fast that Rodimus fall off his chair.

Magnus hurriedly makes it to the medbay. Fortress Maximus was sleeping on one of the medical slabs while Ambulon and First Aid were taking care of him. Ratchet was patching up a dent on Rapidfire’s arm. She looks over to who entered and freezes. Magnus slowly walks over and gently holds her servo. Magnus: “Rapidfire?” Rapidfire gives him a watery smile, tears leaking from her faceplate. Rapidfire: “Sorry I’m late Magnus. Something came up.” Magnus lets out a shaky vent as she gently squeezes back. THUD! Rapidfire and Magnus jump at the sudden noise. Whirl is panting heavily looking around. Whirl: “WHERE IS SHE!? WHERE!?”

Rapidfire and Magnus at some point before her growth spurt.

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

[On request, I wrote Tommy in the episode]

Tommy wasn't an EMT, and it looked like that was what was needed most after Athena had landed the plane. The woman whom he - how long had it been now? - had rescued from a sinking cruise ship. How did she always get herself into such absurd situations? In any case, he’d been on duty anyway when all available stations were called to the highway. Because an airplane was going to land there. The chances of this actually working were extremely slim in his opinion, but here they were, a quick triage and apparently hardly any seriously injured passengers later. 

There was orderly chaos, as always during a major operation, and Tommy was focused. So much so that he almost missed Evan running past him. The man half-turned as he ran, almost stumbled, caught himself again and stopped with his arms still flailing. 

“Tommy!”

It wasn't that big grin that made Tommy's heart beat faster, though it almost was – very blue eyes, tousled curls, those ultra-long legs, simply everything about the man was an eye-catcher. Evan in action was yet another special sight. He was brimming with adrenaline, radiating from within; he was exactly where he wanted to be, and that was extremely attractive. 

“She did it,” was all Tommy managed to say.

There were a lot of other things he could have said, of course, but most of them were inappropriate, and time was of the essence. The plane was smoking, it wasn't over yet. 

“She did,” Evan confirmed with that irresistible grin, with that gleam in his eyes that spoke of pride in someone he was very fond of. 

Tommy could only hope that one day he would be the cause for that gleam in Evan's eyes. Ever since he’d seen him smile for the first time, he’d wanted to be the one to turn his sweet pout into a smile. Even now, with all the commotion and smoldering danger still hanging over the people on the highway - not to mention the woman who was still in the cockpit - he couldn't help but cherish the warmth in his heart just by looking at Evan. He'd grown too soft, probably, but it wasn't a bad thing, that’s what life had told him. Life, and love. Though that was a word stored far back in his heart, at least for now. 

“I have to go, the cap... I mean Bobby…”

He was adorable, and this was not the time nor place to tell him, but Evan was Evan, he was a surprise box. He approached him, it almost looked like a leap; then he crushed his lips to Tommy's. It was the shortest and almost most violent kiss he had ever experienced, but that didn't matter. Tommy was so full of adrenaline himself, so close to saying it, but this time his mind would prevail over his heart because it was right. 

"Hurry up," he said, and Evan beamed again, turned and ran. 

Just before the plane, he turned around once more, grinned and waved briefly, then he disappeared from Tommy's field of vision. 

“Sweet, love at the workplace.”

Lucy - who shouldn't be here any more than he was, but couldn't help herself any more than he could - stood behind him, a mocking yet good-natured smile on her lips. 

“Heard you know your way around that,” Tommy grinned and left her standing there. 

A few hours later, the sun had already risen over LA, heralding another hot morning. Tommy lowered the blinds of his house to lock it out. He didn't mind sleeping during the day after a shift, but after this assignment it wasn't at all clear whether he’d be able to find rest soon. It wasn't every day that a plane landed on the highway. What you almost had to reckon with, however, were the numerous overstrained drivers who wedged into each other when the road was cleared, making it necessary to call out the emergency services again. 

Tommy was just thinking about whether he should have a coffee or just pull a pillow over his head when there was a knock. It was a frantic knock, urgent, and he sighed. What the hell…

“Gerrard is back,” Evan sputtered as soon as the door opened. The look on his face was... almost anxious. “He discharged himself from hospital and left us standing at attention at the end of shift.”

“What?” asked Tommy, slightly confused.

He opened the door wide, but Evan just stood there with a desperate look in his eyes.

“Tommy,” he said, and now Tommy was slightly worried. “You… you’ll never believe what he said.”

@supercalime

[elbdot]

Besides Latias being your favorite legendary Pokémon, what would be your SECOND favorite legendary?

Heck, what's your top FIVE favorite legendary Pokémon?

Aww man. There's WAY too many at this point, even top five is hard to pick. ALRIGHT I'll try...

Latias

Ultra Necrozma

Tapu Koko

Yveltal

Koraidon

...that's a lot of red Legendaries.

Latias I don't need to further explain, but probably Ultra Necrozma. The reason why he's THAT high up my list is because Ultra Necrozma IS A G O D. Like LEGIT, this dragon made out of PURE LIGHT is the absolute PINACLE of a Legendary to me. My other picks may be more personal than him, but in terms of what makes a Legendary a LEGENDARY Pokemon to me, THIS would be it. Heck, I'd put him above ARCEUS, make those two FIGHT FOR THE TITLE OF ULTIMATE POKE-GOD oh wait they already did

Otherwise Tapu Koko would've easily made it on second place. He's my next pick for a multitude of reasons. I think Tapu Koko absolutely BEAMS with personality. I love the Tapus all very much, but Koko is definitely my favorite. And I appreciate these Legendaries in particular because of their cultural significance for Alola. I think Alola may be the only region where Legendary deitys are not only KNOWN to exist, but play an ACTIVE role in their lives, interacting with the locals, protecting the islands, choosing ambassadors in form of the Kahunas and getting honored by the people of Alola. They're just. INCREDIBLY COMPLEX AND FLESHED OUT AND I LOVE THEM

Yveltal is my only pure nostalgia-pick I have to admit. Aside from me LOVING BIRDS and Yveltal being a KILLER BACON BIRD he was also the very first Legendary I ever caught by playing Pokemon Y. I may not hold much nostalgia for that game otherwise, but Yveltal definitely holds a special place in my heart.

Koraidon I just think is funny as heck. He looks SO STUPID when he's running. He's a cute goofy lizard throughout the game until he reaches his full energized form in the end and when he takes that stand he's just an ABSOLUTE badass and I LOVE that. While there's many other legendaries I could give the fifth place to, I wanted to give my appreciation for modern legendaries, because I do like the trend of some of them being included more in a personal quest. Getting to bond with them throughout your journey makes them feel much more special than others.

goofy ass lizard

HONORABLE MENTIONS: I have to give a shout-out to Rayquaaza, Kyogre, Dialga and death-noodle Giratina for being my old favorites. Xerneas is also pretty cool, I do appreciate magic fairy deer. I still think Mega Rayquaaza is THE ultimate dragon because I'm basic like that. I see badass Lung-like dragon I go WAOWEEEEE

Lugia used to be my absolute favorite as a kid but I HATE the way they've been anmating him as a 3D Model, he looks as goofy and unmajestic as one can get, what have they DONE to my boy... Meanwhile Ho-oh is doing SPLENDID in 3D, it's not fair 😞 Also shout-out to Ho-oh for having the prettiest shiny of all the Legendaries. And Galarian Zapdos is a huge improvement from the original one, that one also goes into honorable mentions.

Thank you for coming to my TED-Talk.

[magicalbuttertarts]

WWE Masterlist

Christmas 2024

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: nothing.

WC: 458

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"Still isn't fair that I didn't get you for secret Santa." Jey grumbled as he crossed his arms as he looked at the gift in his hand.

Surprising it was his brother, Jimmy, who was his secret Santa and got him some new shoes.

"I will get you something nice for your birthday, how does that sound?" I asked, placing my hand on his cheek to try and get this man to smile.

He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "That doesn't help with the situation right now, Rhea." I just sighed and slapped his cheek.

"I'm gonna go and give her my gift."

I grabbed the box I had placed on my chair when I stood up.

I took a deep breath, and exhaled, now worried about the gift. Her and I don't know each other that well, as she started with the company only a few months ago.

But she seems friendly enough.

I could see her off in the corner, looking around for I guess who she got for secret Santa.

People stopped to talk to me, which I would stop and talk to them, but it was only smalltalk.

When I was finally in her eyes line, she smiled, making me smile.

"Rhea." I said her name right back.

"I got you for secret Santa." We both said to one another, us surprising the other one.

We sat down at a table.

"You go first." I informed her, as we switched gifts.

I watched as she excited ripped open the package, then she softly gasped as she looked at what I got her.

"Rhea, how did you know?" She gently picked up the blue leatherbound notebook. Her thumb rubbing over the engraved, silver initials of her name, in the bottom, right corner.

"I always see you writing, but I heard from a few people that you filled yours up, and just haven't got time to grab a new one, also, this one is refillable. Just have to order from the website."

"Thank you, Rhea. Now your turn." She excitedly said to me.

I opened the gift and almost choked on air when I saw what it was.

The Bose QuietComfort Ultra headphones.

"I know you jokingly said all you wanted was peace and quiet for Christmas one year, but Jey told me that your headphones broke, so I figures this would be the perfect gift."

I am too stunned to speak.

These are so expensive, but it was like she read my mind.

"My cousin works for Bose."

"Thank you." I beamed, not being able to keep the smile off my face, as I said, "Merry Christmas and happy holidays." To her.

"Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you as well, Rhea."

Damian Priest ♥︎ Willow Nightingale

Christmas 2024 taglist: @madhatterbri @missdesiree81

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @madhatterbri @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @tahiri-veyla

[howlingday]

It seems that Salem has cooked up an all new Grimm: a Geist that possess peoples clothes to control their mind! It also seems to make whatever clothing flashier and far more expensive looking, but there's no time for that as Jaune got possessed by one! Will Ren, Nora, & Oscar be able to bring their ally back, or will Jaune be lost to the swag he's now wearing?

Find out now on RWBY Z!

(Based off of the Ultra Dripnstinct Goku video by Lythero)

I did this before using Shaggy Jaune, but...

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Jaune: (Standing with hands clasped)

Nora: Fuck you, Jaune! Your drip is trash, anyways!

Jaune: (Blink jumps as if to say)

HEARD YOU TALKIN' SHIT

Nora: AIIIE!

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Oscar: (Jumps in)

Jaune: (Jumps on)

Oscar: HOLY SHIT!

Jaune: (Juggling Oscar) This is the power of drip...

Oscar: (Knocked into the dirt)

Jaune: (Prepares no-hands magic orb) You'll understand when you're older.

Oscar: (Blows up) HOLY SHIT!

Jaune: Damn, I'm good.

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Ren: (Open-palm strikes Jaune)

Jaune: (Falls backwards) I've done my part... Finish it, Jaune...

Jaune: (Flies in) You got it, Jaune...

Ren: (Clashes with Jaune) What?! I just killed you!

Jaune: DRIP NEVER DIES. (Insta-kill flex)

Ren: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Flies through plateau)

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ReNora: (Ren/Nora fusion) NOT DONE YET!

ReNora: (Readies Thunder Orbs) KISS YOUR ASS GOOD-BYE! (Tosses)

Jaune: (Limbo dodges) ...You're finished.

ReNora: (Tosses bombardment of orbs) NO! I... (Clashes aura into beam) WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!

Jaune: (Uses aura to ride beam)

DRIP CHECK +DRIP DRAG +DRIP DRAG +DRIP DRAG +DRIP DRAG +DRIP DRAG +DRIP DRAG +DRIP DRAG +DRIP DRAG +DRIP DRAG

Jaune: (Magic beam to their face) DIIIIIIIIE!

+BEAM THAT IS SUPREME

ReNora: (Blasted away)

Jaune: (Rolls along ground, Hands tucked) Don't need my hands; my drip will break my fall.

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Salem: Without your leader, you will never be strong enough to defeat me~!

Jaune: (Appears behind ORN) Don't give up now!

Salem: Wait... Wait, is that drip?!

Jaune: (Uses magic with ORN)

Salem: WAIT! NO! NOO! NOOOO! STOP! NO- B-BAKANA! THIS IS- (Blasted through moon) THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! I- I STILL HAVE PTOOOO! (Into space)

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Jaune: (Lv. 100)

Jaune: (Lv. 90)

Jaune: (Lv. 90)

Ren: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

Oscar: AYO?!

Nora: Ooooo... Oohoohoohooooooo...

Ozpin: Yeah, we're dead.

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Papa Arc: Wait... My boy! Is that you?! My son?!

Jaune: ...You couldn't possibly be my father, looking like that.

Papa Arc: You bastard... We were supposed to get drip TOGETHER!

Jaune: (Sauces the fuck our of Papa Arc) Listen well, old man... Without drip, you're NOTHING!

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Jaune: I must protect my drip...

BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!

[tobiasdrake]

Between the Galick Gun, The Final Flash, and the Final Explosion, which of these Vegeta moves is A: The Coolest B: The most representative of Vegeta and C: The most successful

Answering these in order:

A - Coolest: Final Explosion.

This is Peak Vegeta.

Not in the sense of being the most representative of Vegeta, but in the sense of... literally being the peak of his character arc. This is it. This is the apex of the journey that Vegeta had been on since the day we met him.

We don't know what the full plan was originally for the Majin Buu arc. We know that Gohan was supposed to remain the main character and we can see that play out. This arc sees Gohan off to his own Climbing Karin Tower arc.

It's the same thing Toriyama did a lot with Goku. Gohan's missing in action and is undergoing secret ultra-training so he can return at the 11th hour and slay Majin Buu; The rest of us just have to hold the line until he gets here.

This changed significantly later in the arc, when Toriyama decided he liked Goku better and flipped the script on poor Gohan. We don't know when exactly that decision was made or know for sure what the original plan would have looked like.

But it's interesting to note that Vegeta only came back with Goku. Vegeta's return was a tool to reignite Goku's relevancy.

There is a real possibility that, had things gone according to the original plan, this would have genuinely been Vegeta's swan song. So with something like this, it's important to ask the question. What if this was it?

What if this were the final word on the Saiyan Prince?

It's not about what would be better or what would be worse. Just. If we never saw Vegeta again after this point, would we be satisfied? Would we feel that the story had said all there was to say? Would we need any more?

For me, I could have lived with this. If this was where Vegeta ended, I could have walked away satisfied with it. This was a powerful capstone on the story of an incredibly flawed man. A heroic sacrifice by a man who finally found something worth dying for, but whose heroism is tainted by the ugly reality that he made this problem to begin with; Itself a meaningful summation of the complicated and morally compromised life that he lived.

It did not end up being the final word. But it could have been, and it's no less beautiful for the later series walking back on it.

B - Most Representative: Final Flash

This is the technique that truly captures the spirit of Vegeta's martial style. In his heart of hearts, Vegeta's a blaster. He can fight hand-to-hand, to be sure. He's no slouch at it. But he loves to shoot, moreso than any other character.

He has multiple different named techniques for "Shoot the guy with concentrated ki REALLY HARD." Galick Gun, Big Bang Attack, Final Flash, they're all concentrated blasts. Vegeta likes to shoot.

I talked about this quite a bit before in my breakdown of Goku and Vegeta. Vegeta muscles through like a soldier, but his ki blasts legitimately are the most powerful ki blasts around (with possible exception of the Kikoho/Tri-Beam).

Final Flash perfectly encapsulates that, as an attack that could very well have vaporized Cell and ended things before the Cell Games were even an idea in his head... had Vegeta been willing to destroy the Earth to do it.

Given the damage we see it do to Cell, a wider beam would have been as catastrophic for him as it was for the planet.

This technique, moreso than the other two, best encapsulates Vegeta's style as a fighter.

C - Most Successful: Galick Gun

Both Final Flash and Final Explosion are powerful moments for Vegeta, but if we're talking effectiveness then they're held back by the fact that they achieved nothing.

Majin Buu and Cell both regenerated and kept on going like it didn't happen. In strictly utilitarian terms, Final Flash and Final Explosion both failed.

Galick Gun lost the exchange Vegeta used it in.

But it won him the fight. Goku had to push his Kaio-ken to x4 in order to pull this off, and that was a step too far for his body to handle.

At this point, Goku's cooked. He's still got ki to spare, certainly. He's not out of the fight completely.

But his body simply can't keep up anymore. His whole body is fried. Imagine a balloon that's been overinflated to the point that starts springing holes in it for the gas to spill out. That's Goku. That is his body.

It needs to be said that the Fake Moon/Oozaru trick did most of the heavy lifting for winning this fight for Vegeta. Like. Goku had no chance against this thing. Remember when Goku fired up his Kaio-ken and made Captain Ginyu shit himself?

180,000 is also the exact Battle Power of Vegeta's Oozaru form. True facts. At least, in the best of circumstances. Having to use the Fake Moon technique costs Vegeta a substantial enough amount of ki for it to be worth commenting on.

(Fun fact, Raditz was so weak that even as an Oozaru, he'd get his teeth kicked in by base form Vegeta.)

So. Yeah. The fact that Vegeta was an Oozaru is the key factor in his absolute shitstomp of Goku that followed the Beam Struggle. But the fact that Goku's entire body was so burned out he could barely offer any sort of defense is also a factor.

Could Vegeta have still shitstomped Goku if he hadn't done this? I don't know.

Could Goku have actually found a solution to the Oozaru if he wasn't already at the end of his rope? I don't know.

What I do know is that the Galick Gun brought Vegeta closer to victory than the Final Flash or Final Explosion, and so it wins category C.

[dexlexia]

ultra gold - vash x reader

part of the monster (energy) series

pairing: vash the stampede x reader rating: 18+ summary: When Vash told you he was a "plant", you didn't exactly know what that meant. Plants around here were dried grass, not tall, lanky blondes. But regardless you loved him, he was your humanoid typhoon.  You were well aware of his scars, sometimes when he was asleep you'd kiss them gently in an effort to feel closer to him.  tags: smut, whiny!vash, cowgirl position, breeding kink, nipple play (f receiving), vash glows when he’s turned on, fucky plant biology, don’t worry have some fun!

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When Vash told you he was a "plant", you didn't exactly know what that meant. Plants around here were dried grass, not tall, lanky blondes. But regardless you loved him, he was your humanoid typhoon.  You were well aware of his scars, sometimes when he was asleep you'd kiss them gently in an effort to feel closer to him. 

So much done to his body, you could only imagine what he'd look like if there was a physical manifestation of the scars on his soul. But you loved him and he loved you, a pair of bounty hunters that traveled the land together. But in recent months, Vash had become more interested in the idea of settling down. 

He wanted to find somewhere safe, where the two of you could set up a permanent home and live a life together. Perhaps, grow old together. You always told Vash that you'd be the first to go, and he responded if you did, he'd follow soon after.  You then kissed him and told him that you were just another chapter and left the conversation at that. 

As a result of trying to find a place to settle down, the inn rooms you stayed in became more lively. With the blonde typhoon working even harder on your body. His hands on your skin, his lips on yours, and that impressive cock he had was buried inside of you.  Vash still was whiny in bed, there was always a submissive streak to him. But now he was on his little mission. Get his darling, beloved, angel, honey pregnant. He wasn't too sure if the biology was all there but he'd try for the sake of it. 

You were in a small town at the farthest north of the planet, you were as far as you could get from the Seven Cities.  It was cooler this time of year,  so you and Vash took refuge in the same bed for warmth. It wasn't long before the lights were turned off, that you felt Vash's prosthetic hand trail up your sleeping shirt. He playfully pinched your nipple and you asked, "Can I help you Mr. Stampede?"

  "Aw, nothing. Can't a guy feel you up?"

  "Only one guy." You responded as you turned in bed to face him. Soon both hands were under your shirt and kneading at your breasts, "Still on your little mission?" You knew what he wanted, it wasn't good at hiding things from you. You could read him so easily. You honestly didn't mind the idea of having a child with the blonde. Maybe it'll bring some peace to your lives, although parenting was stressful but you both were craving a sense of normalcy and peace. 

You were starting to prefer the idea of a crying baby compared to another shootout. 

Vash lifted your shirt and started to kiss at the skin of your chest. His teeth scraped across your skin, leaving small marks on you. Eventually his mouth went to one of your nipples as he started to lick and suck on them. He could feel the steady rise and fall of your chest. His other hand played with your other nipple, playfully yet methodically pinching it. 

  "Oh." You moaned, you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation for what was to come. You combed your fingers through his hair, you yanked on it gently as his mouth and hands continued to play with your chest, "Oh, Vash." 

He smiled against your chest before he beamed up at you, "I love when you say my name. It was like you were meant to say it forever." He trailed a finger down your chest and into the shorts you were wearing. He basked in your beauty as he reached under the waistband and grazed your cunt. Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment and stifled a moan as Vash inserted two fingers. You held onto his arms as he pleasured you.  "Like that?" He asked. 

  "Yes." You squeaked. Your jaw clenched when Vash inserted another finger and started to quickly thrust in and out of your soaked cunt. Your breathing started to become heavier. The room felt warmer by the second as he continued to pleasure you. You in turn got your hand into his boxers and started to stroke his cock. 

A moan got caught in his throat the moment you started to stroke his length.  You two started to heavily make out, soon he was pushing your pants down your legs until they got caught in the mess of blankets. You both got yourself out of the t-shirt you were wearing.  Vash cupped your face and passionately made out with you before the two of you started to work on his clothes. You pushed the blankets off your ever warm body and straddled his waist. 

A soft noise left your lips before you pulled him in for another kiss. His hands rested at your hips as the two of you continued to kiss. You rubbed your wet cunt up against his cock, attempting to tease him. He always became so adorable when he was successfully teased, he'd do anything to sink into you and feel you all over. 

  "You feel so good, Vash." You moaned, you looked down at him and licked your lips. You watched him relax into the bed, his grip however remained firm on your hips.  The bed squeaked gently as you moved your body back and forth.  You eyed all the scar tissue on his body, you spread your hands on his chest and felt  the mesh and scar tissue under your palms, "I love you." 

  "I love you too." He replied gently, he made a small whiny noise, "Now can you please start riding me, I can't take it anymore. You're my darling angel, why must you tease me." He held onto you tightly and tried to raise your hips a little higher to be seated on him, but you weren't budging. 

  "Alright, my dear. " You chuckled before you moved up and sank yourself down onto his cock. What you didn't expect was as he moaned, patterns lit up along his skin. His face became even more flushed as well. As he got a good feeling of your cunt around his cock, he lit up like a fireworks show. Along with a choked moan that left his throat.  You looked at him curiously, "What... What's going on?"

He dropped his hips back onto the bed and his eyes opened to look at you. He noticed what his skin was doing and he responded hastily, "I told you I was a plant. When I get really turned on, this happens." He swallowed, "I hope it doesn't bother you." 

You cupped his face and leaned in for a kiss as you started to move your hips gently, he lit up once more, much more briefly but still illuminated the room. You kissed him more and more as you began to get a steady pace.  His glow remained as your bodies moved together. It was much more faint than the first time he lit up. His skin felt warm as you began to ride him.  He palmed at your hips and ass, his touch was caring as you took control. 

  "Thank you." He whined, "Ah!" He really was a whiny man, but you loved him for that. Every noise that left his lips encouraged you to keep going. His face wound up in an expression of pleasure as the two of you had sex. He did want to breed you, he'd never explain in terms that made him sound archaic, but a deep need inside of him wanted nothing more than to bury his cock deep inside of you and get you pregnant. Something nagged in the furthest part of his brain to just fill you up and live happy lives with multiple little blonde's running around. 

Your noises were immaculate, especially as you felt the urge to climax grow stronger with each roll of your hips.  Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth was slightly open. Vash took in the sight of you as he moved with your rhythm. He smiled when he hit a tender spot and you made your own whining noise. You really were a one of a kind woman, he could spend forever fucking you. 

The idea of started a family really got him going, the visual in his mind of you taking care of the kids. He'd wondered how biology would work, but whatever came your way you'd take head on. He'd take such good care of you, anything for his darling amazing angel! Which included tons of belly rubs. The thought made him break out into a huge smile and move his hips even faster, letting you bounce in his lap.  Every moment you two remained in this state, the more the voice in the back of Vash's mind grew louder. You'd be a former bounty hunter turned wife and mother, and he'd make sure you wanted nothing. He'd be the best provider ever! 

His hands went to your stomach and touched it gently as you continued to move. The thought of you carrying turned him on greatly, he let out a small moan when you hit just the right spot.  You really were perfect.  He felt up your hips once more and the noises continued to leave his mouth. He felt on cloud nine at that moment, a primal part of his brain was taking over the whole thing. 

The two of you went back to kissing so as not to have a noise complaint placed onto you. Between your pressed lips was the sound of heavy breathing as the two of you continued to make love. You may not fully understand Vash, but you knew deep down that you loved him. Every day you showed how much you loved the blonde and that wouldn't ever stop. Didn't matter what he was, he was yours and that's all that mattered. 

 "I love you."

  "I love you too, Vash." 

Soon the urge grew stronger between you too. Your eyes opened as you pulled away from another deep kiss. You gazed lovingly at him, the patterns on his skin as you moved your body against his. You cupped his face with both hands as you moved, you missed his lips a few times in the heat of your thrusts but eventually you laid another searing hot kiss against his lips. 

You were going to have a child with the humanoid typhoon.  The feeling was incredible. Your mouth stayed on him as you moved.  Soon enough the pleasure became overwhelming and you really started to move your body. WIth a first more hard thrusts, you both came at the same time. Vash held onto you tightly and you did the same as he pushed all the way in and finished. 

You slowed down your pace to catch your breath and reached for his face. You stroked his skin and smiled down at him, "How was that?"

He had a content smile on his face, "I always have the best time when I'm with you." The glow started to fade and soon he relaxed with his arm stretched onto the bed.  You soon joined him in bed, your sweaty bodies close together. He peppered your face with kisses as you got comfortable. 

  "You're amazing." He smiled as he placed a hand on your stomach, "An amazing woman, I can't wait to spend forever with you." He nuzzled your cheek. You replied that you felt the same way and began to softly kiss him once more. He kept his arms around you until you eventually went back to sleep. Safely beside your lover. 

Vash looked at you with all the love in his eyes. Yep, he wanted you for however long you wanted him. 

[writemekpop]

I Kissed the President (Part 2) | Jung Jaehyun

Summary: You're an undercover journalist digging for dirt on billionaire Jung Jaehyun. You'd do anything to get the story. Even fuck him... But what happens when he finds out you're lying?

Genre: Smut, angst, drama

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 | Part 2 ❤️ | Part 3

The idea of seeing you again makes Jaehyun feel a little hot. And not just in a good way. Kind of sweaty. Nervous, almost. 

You vowed to never go back to Jaehyun – but your editor said that if you couldn’t get this story, you ‘shouldn’t come back at all’.

So, three nights later, you go back to Jaehyun’s house. You’re wearing an outrageous black lace dress that ‘highlights your boobs’ (in Giselle’s words). 

A full-on limousine idles in front of Jaehyun’s house. 

Jaehyun slouches stylishly in the back seat, offering you a glass of champagne. “More tea, vicar?” 

You can’t stop smiling.

Jaehyun’s wealth should disgust you, but it secretly impresses you. He looks offensively good in a black three-piece suit, his fringe falling into his forehead. 

He treats you to a five-course meal in a skyscraper. The restaurant… is empty. 

“I asked them to keep our little date quiet,” Jaehyun murmurs. “Journalists, am I right?” 

You stifle a gasp. If only he knew.

A while later, you are in a designer clothing shop, resting your heads on your elbows. Your eyes burn into each other’s. 

A gorgeous three thousand dollar Chanel dress lies between you – one that you made the mistake of glancing at. 

“Get me to change my mind on one of my policies and the dress is yours,” he challenges. 

“Easy,” you say. “Stop cutting immigration. Instead, let qualified people from abroad enter the country. The economy will boom.”

Jaehyun clears his throat uncomfortably. “Well… I hadn’t thought of that.” He eyes the dress. “If I didn’t know how sexy you would look in this dress, I would be annoyed. It is very expensive.” 

Later, you and Jaehyun walk arm in arm along the banks of the Han River. Dangerously, the dress makes you feel like you are Asha… like you could do anything. 

Jaehyun smiles arrogantly down at you. “Did my date impress you?” He sighs. “Why even ask? Of course, you’re impressed.” 

You curl your lip. “You’re a little rich boy who showered his family’s money on me. That doesn’t take talent.” 

His face hardens. “Stop calling me that.”

“What?” you say.

“A rich boy. I’m not who you think I am.” His voice drops. “My father, who you love talking about, isn’t even my father.”

Your heart speeds up. This is the story you’ve been looking for. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, keeping your voice steady.

Jaehyun continues, “I’m an orphan. He picked me up from the streets when I was ten. Trust me, if he had any child of his own, they would be running the party.”   

You gasp.

He smiles bitterly. “Poverty? I know it.” 

You should be thrilled – this is enough to bring Jaehyun’s campaign down. But instead, all you want is for that pained look to leave his eyes. 

Just then, a strange memory surfaces in your mind. You frown. 

Jaehyun smiles sadly. “Now you remember.”  

And then it comes back to you. Almost twenty years ago, your mum sent you to the laundrette… when you saw a boy with large brown eyes and dimples, sitting on a huge box of Ultra Clean laundry detergent, grinning at you. You gave him your last coin.  

In delight, you clasp the sides of Jaehyun’s face, beaming up at him. You always wondered what that boy would be like when he grew up… how handsome he would be. You could barely believe that the boy was Jaehyun.

Jaehyun kisses you. And you like it. Far too much. You kiss him back, pulling his body as close to you as is humanly possible. He feels delicious against you. You feel his hardness against every inch of your skin. 

You try to see him as the spoilt airhead the way you used to. You try to stop yourself from caring about him. But you fail – Jaehyun has changed for you. Or maybe, you two were never that different in the first place.  

You pull away…

Removed from the intoxicating influence of his lips, you are confused. Jaehyun, if he likes you at all, does not like you. He likes Asha. 

The thought makes you stiffen. 

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you walk away, hoping the chill night air will bring you clarity. 

“Asha,” he calls. “Leaving so soon? That’s classy.”

But his joke does not make you laugh. You know where you have to go. 

---

The office of the Daily Herald is empty. 

Every time you try to write the news story that will bring Jaehyun’s campaign down, you get distracted. 

You see Jaehyun’s blazing eyes as he confessed to you. You feel his lips on your lips. You remember the grin of the boy at the laundrette so many years ago. And the words won’t come. 

You take a deep breath. This article will save your career. As for you and Jaehyun… well, there is no you and Jaehyun. 

You plug in your headphones and, though your stomach is twisting, you begin to write. 

Jaehyun Jung is the darling of the people. However, even he has his share of dirty secrets…

When you are done, you feel disgusted by your article. It’s a cheap shot. You’re not attacking Jaehyun’s policies – you’re attacking him for being working class. And, a little voice says, you’re hurting him. 

You decide that you will never publish this article. If you lose your job, so be it. 

When you see the time, you freak out. You need to get home. 

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The next morning, you are awoken by a rapid pinging noise. 

You have 7 missed calls from Giselle, followed by a message that says, TURN ON THE TV. 

…is not, in fact, former President Jung’s son…

…orphan, picked up off the street…

…election campaign thrown off the rails… 

The newsreader lifts up a copy of the Daily Herald – with your article front and centre. 

How did they get that? You never submitted the article! You look for your laptop… then realise that you left it in the office last night. 

You feel sick. 

You have only one message from Jaehyun.

‘I trusted you.’ 

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Golden Boy: Trailcutter x Reader fic (PART 1)

|| BEHOLD the driest feeling first chapter I have ever written! I've been trying to figure out if I should just scrap it and re-write it, but I need this fic out of my system now. It's mostly planned out, but I need to polish it up so much to make it into chapters. ||

fic under the cut. just character introductions really.

(I'm gonna stick with "trailcutter" versus "trailbreaker" because he chose that name for himself and this takes place after megatron joins the ship, which is after he changed his name.)

MANDATORY STAFF MEETING: 09:00 Security Room 4.A

The newest addition to his inbox sent in bold font.

Trailcutter never really felt one way or the other about those, save for when they were held during his recharge cycle. Usually he wouldn’t have to worry much about showing up since there was usually a second one held for his shift by Red Alert, but this one was mandatory. Every bot had to be there or there would be some serious repercussions, as per Ultra Magnus. The thing is, Ultra Magnus wasn’t usually the one to send out the announcement. That job was often left to his supervisor, Fort Max. The ex-warden tried to make it so everything was concise and understandable, a very straightforward kinda guy. Trailcutter liked that about him. He was also pretty cool when he wasn’t having psychotic meltdowns and shooting up Swerve’s.

All seemed to be going as smoothly as any other staff meeting: Ultra Magnus droned on about the importance of ship audits, security logs, and making sure that everyone was exactly where they were meant to be at the time they were intended to be there. It seemed to be the only time that being early was hinted at being frowned upon because “being early meant you didn’t check thoroughly enough.”

Ultra Magnus was very clear about being extra on top of things, especially with the arrival of humans on the ship.

Humans. Trailcutter had been to Earth and knew some about them. Small, organic beings, bipedal in nature and governed by a brain in a similar fashion to cybertronians. They formed communities and had a vast culture and were spread far and wide over their planet. He’d only worked with them a few times, but never really went in depth with them. That was left to bots like Prowl and Optimus and even Bumblebee. Even Hound reached out to them and tried to absorb as much of the nature that surrounded their base as he could while Bluestreak, Blaster, and Jazz took to the more media aspects.

Trailcutter also knew that humanity and cybertron didn’t exactly get along. He felt bad for them, really he did. It wasn’t easy having your world turned upside down by war, especially when it was by aliens, something that you previously believed to be a thing of fiction. It had to be like finding out ghosts were real and wanted to take over your house but had to fight another set of ghosts that thought you were cool. Ghost gang wars. There’s probably some kind of earth movie about that. He’d ask Swerve about that later.

Trailcutter turned his attention back to Ultra Magnus who was now introducing the new liaisons to each member of the security team: Fortress Maximus (Director of security), Red Alert (former director now Deputy Director of security), and so on and so forth. Ultra Magnus went down the line until he came upon Trailcutter.

“And this is Trailcutter. He is our forcefield specialist as well as a very capable defensive strategist.” Ultra Magnus sure knew how to talk a bot up, albeit very stiffly. Trailcutter beamed at the praise, even if it was for his forcefields, and reached his hand out in human greeting.

“Ah forcefields, very impressive,” you say as you shake one of his servos, the other liaison following in turn. He can’t help noticing your little hand barely wraps around his servo. Your smile on the other hand was bright as can be, soft eyes gleaming and warm. Maybe working with you won’t be so bad? Although, he doubts you’ll stay impressed for very long once you see the drain he is on ship resources. He needs all the fuel and recharge he can get just to maintain prolonged forcefield usage, and not to mention his penchant for engex and the like. Yeah, you’ll probably be just like the rest of the bridge crew and only see him as the plain old “forcefield guy” after too long. Hopefully not, but not many folks seem to see him as much else.

 Damn, a drink sounds good right about now.

“I look forward to working with you! We’ll do our best to keep you and the other humans safe,” he assures you. He watches you move onto the next bot, holding onto his light and airy demeanor, sincere but frail. Man, those are some tiny humans.

Those guys are supposed to represent the entire human race? He doesn’t envy them that, that’s for sure. Too much responsibility, but someone’s got to do it right? If he had that much riding on him, he’s sure he’d drink himself under the table every night.

The introductions are quick, and you and the other liaison finish the meeting in a flash, all smiles and nods. Ultra Magnus seems satisfied with everything as well, mentioning that some of the bots you’ve met do nightly patrols along the floors.

“Not to worry, the routine is tight, and we have some pretty exceptional bots on the team.”

Your mind flits back to that Trailcutter guy, his golden visor and easy smile the face of the phrase “you’re in good hands.” He seems genuinely sweet, and you doubt there’s a mean bone in his body, not that they have bones. Surely he was good at his job otherwise he’d not be here, right? You doubt Ultra Magnus would talk up someone without having good reason to do so. He didn’t seem like the type to take protocol lightly.

“I’m sure there’ll be no issues.”

The meeting was followed up with more briefings with other departments of the ship’s crew and their respective sectors. Your day was an odd blend of flying by and dragging along, and by the end of it, there was so much information to be consumed that much of it seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Thank goodness for Ultra Magnus being a huge fan of syllabi. After meeting all those new faces your fellow liaison suggests hitting the local bar, Swerve’s.

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2024: Day 10 - Flora

Flora and the Great Waterton Flower Show

Flora the tram engine works on a small logging tramway on the eastern side of the island of Sodor. It begins at Vicarstown before heading inland to Great Waterton, the site of a major waterworks. The line mostly transports the water from the waterworks or logs from the numerous small timber plantations that surround the little town. During harvest season, Flora would even take the produce from the farms. Her little line travelled along a road, so Flora needed cowcatchers and sideplates by law – but the road was unpaved, and so very few people liked to drive along it.

The only engines Flora really met were the few who spent time at Vicarstown. She’d made good friends with Bear the diesel and the Scottish Twins, but she avoided the big engines. They were just too pompous for the little sunshine-yellow tram.

One morning, Bear rumbled into the yard to see Flora looking even sunnier than usual! “What’s got you so excited?” asked Bear. “The Great Waterton Flower Show is on tomorrow,” beamed Flora. “And I’ve just been given a new coat of paint for the celebration!” Bear had never been to a flower show before, and thought they sounded rather silly when flowers grew everywhere already, but he decided to support his friend.

“Are you going to see it?” he asked. Flora practically whistled with glee. “They’re holding it at the station!” she exclaimed. “And I’m even going to be decorated! I’m going pull so many passengers in Moseley.” Moseley – Flora’s sleepy tram coach – stirred at the mention of his name, opening a bleary eye. He was getting cleaned for the celebration, and there was a workman polishing his stair railing.    

“See, he’s so excited!” chirped Flora. Bear wasn’t sure what was different about Moseley to hint at excitement, but was happy for his friend anyway.

Flora was so excited that she could barely sleep – but sleep she did, much to her shedmates’ thankfulness – and soon she was being steamed up for her first trip so the Great Waterton Flower Show.

Gordon met her at the platform with a train of his own. Passengers flooded from his coaches to swarm Moseley, who was quite stunned at the turn of events! “I can’t hold this many!” he spluttered. Flora chuckled and went to fetch a couple spare coaches from the carriage sidings. When she returned, she found Gordon staring at her consideringly.

“So you must be Flora,” he said. “I am surprised we have not met properly before.” “Ah, well I am busy,” Flora replied, not wanting to admit that she avoided him. “Well,” hummed Gordon, “that’s alright. Though I do think it mustn’t be that important – you’re tucked away on your little insignificant branchline, after all.” Flora glared, but just trundled away with her heavy train of passengers. She didn’t want Gordon’s dismissiveness to spoil her day.

The flower show was stunning! The various gardens were spotless, with flowers in all shades of the rainbow. Some were tropical, and had special sun lamps to keep them warm and snug while others were from the furthest winters, and were in special pots that kept the soil cool for them. Flora was in love! She spoke to every gardener who would listen, and her driver managed to get a couple to agree to redo the flower boxes at Vicarstown sheds.

Then, Flora went to pick up the special guest. She wasn’t sure who it was, but considering how nervous the mainland diesel looked when he slowed to a stop it was someone very important. Flora had even been given a special, ultra-luxurious coach for the guest, and there was a red carpet!

Then, the guest stepped out and Flora couldn’t hold in her stunned gasp. It was the Queen! “I’m about to pull Her Majesty!” hissed Flora in astonishment. “But I thought the Queen only went to the Chelsea Flower Show?” “She’s come to judge some of the gardens apparently,” her driver replied, equally as stunned. “Let’s give her a grand ride.”

Flora was extra careful as she made her way down her little tramway, wincing at every little bump she felt in the rails. As much as her little line was beautiful, it was also not meant for such important passengers. Flora hoped the Queen was enjoying the scenery more than the track!

When they arrived, there was a great reception waiting! The mayor and the local councillor and all the guests, contestants and locals were waiting for Her Majesty, and had prepared a special high tea for her. But instead of following the mayor, the Queen turned and made her way up to where Flora was standing.

“Thank you very much for a smooth ride,” the Queen said. “You are perhaps the brightest and most cheerful little tram I have ever met. Do you enjoy flowers too?” “Y-y-yes, Your Majesty,” gulped Flora. The Queen chuckled. “There’s no need to be nervous,” the Queen said kindly. “I just noticed your nameplate – were you inspired by the flowers, by any chance?” “I was,” admitted Flora. “I really like daffodils.” “I do too,” replied the Queen, and for the first time, Flora got a chance to see Her Majesty’s outfit – it was the same shade of yellow as her! The Queen waved to someone, and they walked over. It was a photographer. “Would you take a photo of us?” she asked. Flora blushed bright red! “With me!” she squeaked.

The Queen just nodded. The pair posed for the photographer, and then the Queen turned to Flora one last time.  

“I hope you also enjoy the flower show today.” And with that, the Queen headed off for her special tea. Flora felt faint. The rest of the day seemed to just flash by, and all too soon she was backing into the sheds. Both Gordon and Bear were there.

“How was your little flower show?” asked Gordon, smirking at the little tram. “Fabulous!” grinned Flora. "I heard you had a special visitor," said Bear, looking excited.  "Who?" snorted Gordon. "Aslan of Narnia?!" Flora was about to retort when her driver ran over. “Someone’s here to see you again!” he exclaimed excitedly. He nodded his head, and all three engines looked over. Gordon’s eyes widened to the size of serving platters as he spotted The Queen stepping over the rails towards the shed.

“Your Majesty?!” he spluttered. “What an honour!” “Indeed,” replied the Queen. “It is an honour for me to present Flora with a special award: the RHS President’s Award for Best Flora.” She pulled out a large medal and placed it on Flora’s lampiron. Flora was beside herself with excitement! “I also wanted to personally thank you again for such a smooth ride today – your little line is absolutely stunning, Flora, and I wish you many more successful years.” She turned. “As for you, Gordon – well, maybe next year.”

And with that, the Queen strode away, leaving behind a speechless Gordon, a cackling Bear and one very proud Flora!

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