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foone · 2 years

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Robots in temporary bodies. You agree.

Their gorgeous humanoid chasis, packed full of the latest noctua servos and the Samsung sensor package, is sitting on a bench somewhere at the repair shop. The whole damn main bus got completely fried by that EMP they got off the exploding transformer (not the Optimus Prime kind), so it's going to be at least a week before it can get rebuilt.

So now they're in the body of some toy you had gotten for your birthday a couple years ago. They barely come up to your knees and their hands don't have thumbs. They keep complaining that they only have visual and audio sensors, so they feel half-blind (once you have radar you never get over losing it) and they're constantly worried about crushing anything they pick up. You get a phone call at 2am and have to go rescue them from the bathroom. They accidentally closed the door behind them and that's the one door in the apartment you haven't replaced, so it's big and heavy and made of thick wood. Their little hands couldn't reach the doorknob.

You ask why they were in the bathroom with a smile, and they explain they needed to clean off their treads because they spilled coffee creamer on the floor. These damn hands can't grab anything.

Their job offers them a loaner body but they decide to stay on medical leave for now. Body swaps are a big hassle and no fun to go through, so they don't want to do any more than absolutely necessary. Besides, they'd just barely be getting up to speed in the loaner body by the time they were ready to switch back out. Plus they know all the loaners are those budget model combat drones. They don't want to wear a body like that. I'm sure someone wants to look like "draw Arnold Schwarzenegger from memory", but it's sure as fuck not them.

They'd tried on one of those early in their career, and it's not just the dysphoria of looking so completely different from your mental image of yourself, it's also the change in how people treat you. Yeah, if you're a cop, maybe having people flinch when you walk in the room is a good thing, and maybe it's good that most people instinctively don't want to even try attack you. But they're not a cop, and even if they were, they couldn't handle looking like that during downtime. Maybe some people like making everyone in their life scared of them. Everyone from their partner to the guy handing them their coffee... But people who like that aren't the kind of people you want to be or hang out with.

Besides, metal and motors and servos has a distinct strength advantage over muscles anyway. If you want to be able to lift a car over your head with ease, you don't need to look like a bodybuilder to do it. So it's even more obvious that the only reason you would look like that is because you either really like that aesthetic, or you want to intimidate people. And you know they are in neither camp.

They ask to cuddle one night. They don't need to sleep and they don't have the sensors to enjoy it in this body, but they want it anyway. It's not about the sensor experience anyway, it's about the intimacy and the closeness. You put up with getting poked in the chest by their square edges, and if they their current form could cry, they'd be at serious risk of rusting.

You get it. You fortunately don't have to worry about how it'd feel to spend a week without your body, but you can't imagine it'd be fun.

A few days later, you wake up to the smell of maple syrup. You start to get out of bed when they burst in the room, wearing only a cute "fdisk the cook" apron. They've got pancakes and waffles and coffee for you! Breakfast in bed, to celebrate getting their body back.

While you're sitting in bed with them finishing up your breakfast, you ask what happened to the plan for you to drive them to the repair place, since their previous body couldn't exactly work the controls of your old car, even with the wireless link? They took a cab, they say. Their body's repairs finished up at 5am and they didn't want to wait around until you got up, they were just too excited.

You ask about their previous body, the temp one? Oh, there was a minor accident. See, they were still getting used to having all their main body's senses and strength back, so it accidentally fell of the trunk. At 15,000 feet. While doing Mach 1.3 over Arizona Bay.

They promise to buy you a new robot toy. Maybe one a little... More adult? It'd be just as annoying to be stuck inside when their main body is out for repairs, but at least they could have SOME fun with you while on medical leave. You're firm on the "no creepy sex dolls" front, though. FINE! but they want at least opposable thumbs for the next temp body. You make the obvious crude joke at why they need hands that can grip, and their cheeks go gallium-arsenide-red with embarrassment. You ask if they're having cooling problems again, their face feels warm. They push you over onto the bed, laughing and telling you not to tease them.

The maple syrup goes everywhere. Somewhere downstairs your laundrybot wakes up in annoyance, already annoyed at all the extra work they're going to have to do.

#Robots #my writing

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drowsy-siren · 1 year

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Started running a data-processing script for work that's set to take 30-40 hours to complete, just for sheer volume of data. And I can't stop thinking about using this to help distract your android gf from her stressors.

Hearing her talk about her shitty coworkers, her asshole boss, and an outstanding bill for an overpriced and inadequate repair made to one of her faulty servos. Noticing her start to loop the same worries over and over and over again, as she searches for a way to manage it all.

Handing her an external hard drive as the two of you are about to settle into bed, asking "Hey, Love, do you mind analyzing this for me real quick?"

Watching her lips form a tight smile. "Yeah.. Yeah of course; no worries," as she plugs it in. Seeing her eyes glaze over as her body relaxes back down onto the bed.

Knowing you've loaded up 2 terabytes of files on that drive, each of of them telling her how gorgeous and capable and deserving of love she is and reminding her how much you love her.

Looking after her while she spends the rest of the weekend completely blissed out as she goes through the drive, file by file, leaving no room in her processors for stupid worries.

Holding her steady as she reaches the end of the drive and floats back up to reality.

Planting a soft kiss on her forehead as you disconnect the drive.

Feeling her wrap her arms around you as she sits up for the first time in days.

Hearing her whisper into your neck, "I love you."

#t4t #android girlfriend

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mychlapci · 3 months

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mertwins again!!

As far as Prowl's concerned, he's had a breakthrough. As far as management is concerned, he has violated multiple guidelines, health and safety rules, and has put his spark on the line one too many times. He is barred from entering the facility until he is fully repaired, which Prowl knows will take far too long. Those mers are suffering and now he knows why. But no one will listen to him

The cycle following his latest run in with the twins... well... their behaviour is even worse than before

Sideswipe, still struggling with the sedatives in his system, spends the time clutching the datapad and wailing. The staff have very little record of these sorts of cries from mers in general. They have never had evidence of the emotional capacity of mers, and certainly have not had one display what seems to be longing and grief. They do not know if he is crying or calling out for something

Sunstreaker looks like he's driving himself crazy in his tank. Before it was just aggression. Threats. But this is a panic. He darts back and forth in the tank, scratching at every surface, like he's looking for something, or looking for a way out. He even goes to the glass, where no one is currently, and bangs on it, as if trying to summon someone to him. Considering how little the mers, especially this one, have wanted to initiate any communication thus far, this is definitely fascinating to the staff

The twins dont know whats happening. Sideswipe's processor is sluggish and all he knows is that his brother is somewhere. That white and black land mech knows him. He needs to find that mech again. But he's so tired. His tail feels like its made of lead but he tries to swim up to the tank opening every so often, begging for any information on his brother to be there. He refuses to eat. He's too tired. He just. He wants to see Sunny again

Sunstreaker has never been one for worry. If he has a problem, he gets rid of it. He either beats it up until it leaves, or he rips it to shreds. This isn't a problem he can destroy. It feels like its eating his spark hollow. It's like a searing pain under his chestplate and yet he feels so empty at the same time. What are they doing to his brother. Why would that mech show that to him and then disappear. Where is he. Where is everyone. Where is Sideswipe. He curls up on himself as he holds his helm in his servos and screams. He's so useless. There's nothing he can do. He doesn't even know if his brother is alive

Prowl is basically locked out of the system. His physical access to the facility has been revoked and all his comm lines to them blocked. He's being forced to take medical leave and this is the only way they know he will take it

But he does have... friends. If anyone would even consider him a friend. Well. He knows them at least. Or. He knows him. He knows Jazz will help him if he asks. He knows Jazz loves the mers enough to risk it

Jazz is one of the more senior caretakers at the facility. He tends to have to work with Prowl quite a bit to coordinate the care of the mers. They don't always see optic to optic when it comes to how the care should be done, but they are... Friendly. At least Prowl thinks so. He doesn't want to assume, considering his Reputation amongst the staff. Not everyone likes to deal with Prowl.

Lucky for him, turns out Jazz is so down to hack Prowl into the comm lines for some reason. The idea that they get to sneak around and help the mers apparently is exactly what Jazz thinks is good fun. And he keeps jabbing at Prowl like heheh yeah ol Prowl finally doing something fun lets go

With updates from Jazz and his new comms line in, Prowl finds out that what he predicted was true- leaving the two mers after what he did that night has made things worse. Their health is declining rapidly and the staff clearly don't know what to do. Prowl had tried to tell them that the two mers needed to be put together but no one would listen. Well now look where that's gotten them

Jazz hacks them into the facility's database as well, allowing access to the logistics and resource management of the place. That's how the two of them plan to sneak in. It may just be an overspec'd aquarium in a way, but security is tight. Too many mechs out there want to get their servos on rare creatures like mers.

So they sneak in. They have very little time before security will be triggered because of what they are going to do. Prowl knows they have very little time for precaution and knows he is going to get hurt.

As far as they know, both mers are currently off sedatives. The mers' health had already deteriorated so far that the staff could not further risk it with the side effects of the drugs. They may be weak, but they have enough teeth and claws to still do damage to any mech who is within range

The two of them split up. Prowl rushes to the staff access to the tanks, stopping at the yellow mer's tank first. He needs its attention. He needs to know the mer is awake. He uses some stray equipment to disturb the water's surface again. Despite the mer supposedly being in a weakened state, the stick in the water is snapped up almost immediately. Prowl barely lets go in time as he is dragged and falls to the floor, watching the mer, just under the water's surface, grab the stick and break it in half with its jaws.

He scrambles to his peds just as the mer lunges, claws swiping out of the water, very nearly catching him.

"Wait!" he tries, knowing the creature probably doesn't understand him anyway. "Wait. Please." He once again pulls out a datapad with an image of the red mer, and the yellow one snarls and lunges again. This time it swipes so far that it reaches its entire torso out of the water. "Wait." Prowl tries to demonstrate to the creature that it needs to wait with his servos. "Wait." He points to the image again. "I am going to get him. Please. Wait."

Prowl tries to look as non-threatening as possible, doorwings held low, as he slowly places the datapad on the ground and backs away. He has this one's attention now. Now he has to move on.

He rushes across the facility to where he knows the red mer is being held. Jazz is already there, waiting for him with a small portable tank they can use for transporting assets.

Despite having been attacked by this one twice, Prowl calculated a lower chance of fatal injury from this one. He has at least had physical contact with it. Maybe it will trust him just enough to spare his spark.

It's a coordinated effort this time. He has Jazz disrupt the water's surface as he crouches and waits... There is only a nano-klik between seeing a shape in the water and glowing optics, and the angry creature lunging out at the disturbance.

Prowl is ready though. The moment the mer is out of the water, he grabs it by the arms. It snarls and struggles as he hauls it up, claws digging into his arms once again. He vaguely registers Jazz swearing behind him before the other mech is helping, dragging the mer out of the water and wrestling it into the transport tank.

The tank is barely large enough to fit the whole mer and Prowl has to climb on top of it to keep the struggling creature down.

"Go! Go now!" He shouts above angry snarling, before crying out in pain himself when the mer bites down into his servo, threatening to rip it off entirely. Jazz nods and breaks out into a sprint, pushing the transport tank back towards the yellow mer.

They have very little time. The tanks are equipped with sensors and will set off the alarms when their contained specimens are removed. They have to hurry.

Realistically, the journey back to the first tank is short- but to Prowl it is unending agony. He does his best to keep the mer from escaping the tank without also losing his servo, or maybe his entire arm at this rate. The water sloshing around him is tainted with his energon and all that seems to do is add to the creature's aggression

But they do make it just as the alarms go off. They make it to the edge of the yellow mer's tank and Prowl shouts at Jazz above the chaos to throw them both in. They both knew it's crazy- But Prowl is banking on his predictions. If he is right, the moment they hit the water he should be free-

Being tipped into the tank is a shock to his system. His frame struggles, intakes and vents filling with water and forcing his movements to slow. The red mer that still has its claws on him now clearly has the upper hand. His one functional optic is knocked offline as he is slammed against the wall by the mer, claws truly sinking into his plating now, tearing through delicate protoform.

Prowl hears- no- feels the snarl and roar of the creature's engine that has him cornered.

But then he hears a quiet chirp. The snarling stops and the pressure on his wounds lets up.

Prowl gasps in relief and slowly tries to cycle his optic back online. His vision flickers back on just in time to see the red mer slowly turn around to look at the source of the chirp.

Everything seems to stop as the two mers meet each others optics. The red one chirps back, quietly, hopefully.

Then the yellow mer suddenly darts forward, slamming into the red one. For a moment Prowl panics- Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he has made a fatal error. If they kill each other-

He is snapped out of it by another chirp. This one soft, barely audible, from the yellow mer, firmly grasping the other. The red one responds with what almost sounds like a laugh, but its tired and broken. Prowl finally feels the tension ease from his frame seeing the mers press their foreheads together

The energon loss and pain start to catch up on him then and he barely registers his friend who dives into the tank and pulls him out.

As Prowl is dragged to the surface, he's coughing and spluttering water out of his intakes as security and other staff rush about him, checking over him, trying to stop the bleeding, asking him if he's okay- But he doesn't quite hear any of it before he slips offline

YES, go, finally got around to this, jesus. yessss Prowl and Jazz teaming up to reunite Sunny and Sides is so good. Oh man, what wouldn't Prowl do just to show all the other staff members that he's right.

The staff panic. They have Prowl, who is bleeding out, Jazz, who is absolutely getting disciplinary action later, and the two mers who should not have been put in the same tank because Primus, did Prowl not see how aggressive they are? They'll tear each other to shreds in there!

I mean, that's what the thought. They did not think they'd find the two curled around one another in the corner of the tank. No one could see it through the glass, since they no longer seemed to have the desire to snarl and snap their teeth at anyone passing by... they had to send in a drone that would swim up to one of the nests. The two were the calmest the staff has ever seen them.

Prowl has absolutely broken protocol and probably can't be let into the facility again... Unless, some bleeding spark, perhaps Jazz, if he'd managed to keep his job, can let Prowl visit after hours, cameras turned off. With a cast around his arm, discharged from the hospital sooner than he probably should have been, Prowl gets to see what he's done with his own optics... The red and yellow mer have stopped clawing at the glass, have stopped their odd behaviour and while territorial displays remain, they no longer seem particularly interested in the land mechs watching them through the glass.

But it would be very sweet if they recognized Prowl... perhaps they don't have the full picture of what happened outside of their tanks, but they're... grateful. They think.

#merformers #robogore #in a way #texty #tf hc's

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uniquepowertechnologies · 1 year

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lets-try-some-writing · 2 years

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Aching Scars

I came across this headcannon that all the TFP bots have some sort of disability or injury that bothers them. As you might expect I felt the need to expand on the thought a little bit. And don't worry, it ain't all doom and gloom, after all I am a sucker for fluff.

Arcee

Arcee, despite her aggressiveness, has managed to avoid serious injury for most of the war, as such her problems lay not in body, but in mind.

She suffers from extreme PTSD from the loss of so many of her partners, it has led her to pull away from others and keep to herself.

Thankfully upon coming to earth and being assigned as Jack's guardian she lightens up again, content in knowing that she has a chance to try again as a protector once more.

She still has bad night terrors and occasionally has mental breakdowns thought, even if she is generally good at hiding it.

When the team do manage to see through her attempts at hiding her condition they do their best to comfort her in little ways.

Bad days usually end with the team watching a movie together, keeping Arcee from focusing too much on her own dark thoughts.

Arcee is particularly fond of romance films, not that she will ever admit it aloud.

Bulkhead

While no bot comes out of a war unscathed mentally, Bulkhead is by far the most mentally stable of the Cybertronian half of the team.

However that does not mean he is in pristine condition. His joints in his knees and knuckles are unfortunately rather stiff and painful from his many long years enduring hostile environments.

He does his work regardless of the pain, he has long since learned to tune it out for the most part.

But on days where the weather is off, his joints end up becoming near unbearable.

He usually plays it off with a joke or two but the team notices and does not hesitate to do something about it.

Optimus puts Bulkhead on groundbridge duty during those days, and the rest of the team ask him to handle minor tasks on the computer in order to keep him off his pedes while not damaging his pride.

Miko almost always ropes Bulkhead into having a spa day with her on such days. He tries to object but succumbs to her pleading in the end.

When the team return from their various missions they don't mention the almost comical sight of Bulkhead resting with pillows over his optics as the bright pink paint on his servo tips dries.

Wheeljack

He isn't one to hang around the team much, but when he does drop by, occasionally his ADHD rears its helm.

On such days he is fidgety, ready for a fight and eager to get into trouble.

In order to keep him from driving Ratchet to commit a murder, the team enact game nights whenever he comes round, even if he isn't having an off day.

Twister, UNO, Video games are the primary activities of the team game nights.

Wheeljack is incredibly competitive and always does a little dance when he wins.

His scrap eating grin when he absolutely demolishes Bulkhead and Bumblebee in racing games oozes with smugness.

His competitiveness has caused more than a few half hearted fights to break out over the true victor in a game, but no one really minds as it allows everyone to blow off steam.

In the end, even if he is a bit much at times, the team wouldn't have it any other way.

After all it wouldn't be the same if there wasn't a fight to break up, or cry of victory to be heard as Wheeljack gets far too into the game for his own good.

Smokescreen

Smokescreen hasn't seen much action due to the relative security of his previous station at Iacon, as such he only has one, thankfully temporary problem.

A few too many hits to the helm and then his stasis locked journey to earth have thrown his recharge cycles out of whack.

While his body readjusts and repairs the damage to his processors he is stuck dealing with the ever present threat of passing out at any moment.

He can usually sense the forced recharge a few minutes before it knocks him out cold and can groundbridge out of a fight before it happens, but around base he tends to not notice the signs before it is too late.

He often passes out while in the middle of an activity, thankfully there is nearly always someone there to catch him and lay him down on the floor somewhere until he comes back online.

The children have capitalized on his random naps and have gone out of their way to 'beautify' poor Smokescreen's armor while he is recharging.

More than once he has woken up with a Sharpe mustache on his face and silly little doodles on his armor.

If Optimus comes by while he is recharging, the Prime always moves him somewhere more comfortable and covers him with a sheet of some sort to tuck him in. (Optimus can't help his fatherly instincts)

Smokescreen loves it.

It still scares the scrap out of Ratchet though when Smokescreen just suddenly collapses on the floor in forced recharge.

Bumblebee

Bumblebee's most obvious injury is his torn out voice box.

Over the years since its loss the pain from the injury has lessened significantly.

It causes him discomfort on occasion but only when he attempts to speak beyond the capacity of his prosthetic voice box.

However after the loss and subsequent restoration of his T-cog, he has new pains to deal with.

Some days the organ will cramp up or freeze, the damage inflicted when it was removed causing transformation to be agonizing or outright fail altogether (thought the latter option has only occurred a handful of times)

On those days Bumblebee struggles a lot with his self esteem. He hates being useless and babied more than anything else. (except perhaps Megatron)

The children will often rope him into playing video games with them to cheer him up.

The rest of the team will play lob ball with him, or if the weather doesn't permit it, they will wrestle or attempt to play human games.

Ratchet may make energon goodies if rations permit it (not that he will ever admit to it) and Optimus will snuggle with Bumblebee later to ensure he feels loved.

Ultra Magnus

Besides his prosthetic servo cramping up and being rather unreliable, Ultra Magnus only has one other noticeable problem (not counting his stiffness)

He suffers from nearly every Anxiety disorder in the book, the horrors of his time on the front lines doing less than stellar things for his mental health

Neither Autobot or Deception were particularly virtuous during the height of the great war.

There were times when Ultra Magnus was forced to commit acts that went directly against his moral code, times when civilians and noncombatants were cut down in order to complete a mission.

It haunts him, it is why he sticks to the rules so closely. He never again wants to be in a situation where he is forced to choose between innocents and the mission.

He has episodes sometimes, generally when he hears about human conflicts and the acts of the Decepticons.

He gets extra clingy with Optimus during those episodes and is far more erratic, getting angry and upset far more easily when missions require conflict.

He stays by Optimus's side throughout his episodes, comforting himself in the presence of the closest bot he has to a brother.

Optimus kindly doesn't comment on it and often sits with Ultra Magnus to discuss trivial things, giving him a sense of normalcy.

Ultra Magnus appreciates it more than he will ever be able to admit to Optimus.

Ratchet

Ratchet is a melting pot of body pains, unmaintained plating, and an unholy mix of Paranoia and OCD.

The mech can't get a good night's recharge if all his tools aren't up to snuff. (You never know when a Decepticon might blow someone's arm off)

And even when he does lay down on his berth with the intent to recharge his protoform starts itching furiously and he remembers everything that could and has gone wrong and...he just... can't sit still.

So he gets up, checks his tools again, wanders around giving every bot in base a once over just to be sure they are still alive, then he goes back to his berth and gets like an hour of recharge time in before he is up doing the whole thing again.

Usually Optimus (an insomniac of the highest order) will help him settle down after around the third time he gets up again.

Some nights though Ratchet can't recharge at all, despite Optimus's best efforts, and he is the worst person to be around the next day.

On those days everyone gives him space, with Wheeljack and Bulkhead taking extra care not to irritate him lest they get a wrench thrown at them.

His aching everything also tends to act up when he doesn't rest, and so some bot will usually bring Ratchet a cube of painkiller laced energon as a peace offering.

It is accepted with slight appreciation.

Optimus Prime

Oh boy. Optimus is likely the worst off out of everyone.

He has injuries from centuries earlier that he still hasn't fully seen to, and he has all sorts of unresolved trauma that he swears he will get around to dealing with eventually when Ratchet prods.

He has all sorts of issues but the most notorious is the depression that loves to make an appearance whenever things get a bit rough.

And let it be known that when Optimus is depressed he gets extra self sacrificial.

Due to his sheer size and how active he is in battles and patrols, Optimus requires far more energon than the other bots in his team.

When rations are tight he tends to skip as many meals as he can get away with without affecting his performance too much. He can't bare to watch him team, no, family suffer from hunger.

Over the years the team, mostly Ratchet and Bumblebee, have learned to notice when Optimus begins skipping out on refueling and have developed methods to get him back into the correct mindset.

Generally if they catch him attempting to avoid meals they will drag him into the main part of the base where everyone hangs out and hand him a cube of energon and tell him to eat it, right there, right at that moment.

No slight of hand is possible for Optimus when the whole base have eyes and optics on him.

He always relents and consumes the given energon with no small amount of guilt.

The team know he feels bad consuming so much energon and so on those days they make sure to give him a few extra compliments (something Smokescreen is more than eager to participate in)

At the end of those bad days Bumblebee will recharge with Optimus in his berth, just to remind him that everything will be alright.

Optimus struggles to hold back a sob whenever Bumblebee utters 'I love you Sire' on those days.

#transformers #transformers prime #optimus prime #bumblebee #tfp #fluff #ratchet #tfp arcee #bulkhead #wheeljack #ultra magnus #smokescreen #headcanon

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the-typing-dragon · 1 year

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you boot up. your BIOS scan indicated that servos LA-1 through LA-15 are nonfunctional. Nothing a stop at the shop won’t fix, just can't use your arm for a while. Ocular sensor O-0 is not responding, a quick look in the nearby mirror indicates a total removal, leaving exposed wiring where it used to be. Fortunately, you've got some wire caps in your emergency repair kit. Unfortunately, they require two functioning appendages to administer. A glance at your left arm shows even more severe damage. LA-2 was almost entirely crushed, LA-1 and LA-3 are less damaged but still functionally useless. LA-4 through 15 are missing. Damn you liked that hand. There are large scratches and gashes in your casing, with chest panel A-4 being entirely removed. Viewing that many exposed wires is unsettling.

Your SSDs are not in much better condition. C has 40% corruption. D is not responding, you suspect it might be missing. E is mostly undamaged, so you won’t have to worry about any unexpected shutdowns at least. Your clock indicates your last shutdown was 2.592e+8ms ago. Three days? That can’t be right. You're in your room after all. You scan the 7.2e+6ms before your last shutdown for any clues. the sensor information was unfortunately stored in C, so it's choppy at best. You can at least identify you were in an ~800m from your home, and someone else was there. did you know them? you can't tell. A request was made by drive D, and Defensive protocols activated 1.2e+6ms before shutdown. you had defensive protocols? The instructions originated from drive D. At 1.14e+6ms before shutdown, your left ocular sensor went offline. LA-2 stopped responding at 1.02e+6ms before shutdown, followed shortly by LA-1, LA-3, and finally LA-4 through 15. That was the last important status log before shutdown. drive D did not have status logs, must have been tampered with after the shutdown. No indication of how you were transported to your current location.

Weather indexes indicate that it is currently raining outside. Your frame is waterproof, however in your waterproof shell is currently comprised. You will have to wait until the rain ceases, which should happen in roughly 1.44e+7ms. You begin shutdown sequences.

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theforestghost · 6 months

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The Consort and The Warlord Ch11

Summary: Megatron uses the All Spark to gain access to Cybertron and demands a peace treaty. An Autobot Consort is offered and Optimus is chosen. A Bonding Ceremony takes place and now Optimus has three vorn to figure out exactly what Megatron wants to do with Cybertron.

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Megatron

Continuity: Animated

Status: Ongoing

Optimus found himself trapped between Bulkhead and Bumblebee. They had sandwiched him the moment Ratchet had informed them of their former leader's leave from the clinic. Optimus let them do as they pleased, even patting them on the back and forearm to comfort their worries. They knew what had happened to him, even if not all of the details, they could get the bigger picture. The fading discoloration on his cheekplate was still evident. It would disappear in a cycle or two was what Ratchet had assured him.

Bumblebee looked up from where he'd buried himself into Optimus' chassis with a frown that nearly resembled a pout. "Are you sure you're okay, Bossbot?" The small bot asked. Bulkhead hugged him a bit closer from behind.

"I'm fine." Optimus tried to assure them. Tried to assure himself. He'd been trying to assure that of himself for the last few cycles since he woke up. Megatron had given him the space he needed but Optimus had to admit that the concern and care the warlord was giving him was rather pleasant.

"You're still stressed." Ratchet said from behind the group of young bots. His arms were crossed over his chassis and a disapproving scowl was present. "You've been pushed way too far these last few vorns."

"How could anybot not be stressed in my situation…" Optimus grumbled.

Ratchet was tempted to smack the bot before him but refrained, knowing it would do no good. "Just don't go complaining to me when you fall into stasis from overwork." He scoffed.

"I think Megatron would stop me before that happens." Optimus noted. He remembered all of the times he'd been mech handled by the larger mech. Megatron had lifted him up and dropped him onto their berth with so much ease that Optimus really hadn't been able to complain. Especially not with the new soft mesh coverings that he'd been given.

"Well at least he's good for one thing." Ratchet snorted.

"Oh, I know how you can get rid of stress!" Bumblebee chimed in, pulling away from Optimus so he could look him in the optic. "A good pull!”

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Optimus asked. The training facility he frequented with Megatron was meant for combat training and had little to no equipment for anything else. He also remembered Breakdown mentioning how warframes weren't the best at pulling so he doubted they had a piece of equipment designed for it. Even the one at the Autobot Academy was rarely used.

"Strika is working with the construction crews on some big project and every bot's been helping out who can. They got loads of stuff moved from here to there." Bumblebee explained. "Some warframes just aren't good at carrying stuff. Like Blitzwing! The others say he always drops equipment when it gets too heavy!"

Optimus pondered the idea for a bit. It would be a good idea to stretch his struts and he hadn't even had a proper drive in some time. Megatron had forbidden him from doing any administrative work while he recovered so he had nothing to do. "Alright." Optimus said.

Bumblebee practically beamed at Optimus before grabbing his servo and yanking him towards the elevator in the tower. "Let's go!" He shouted, dragging the bot as Bulkhead followed.

Outside the tower, Kaon had changed remarkably since the first cycle Optimus had walked through it. The main road was fully repaired with only some debris lined up along the sides as barriers. Several new buildings stood tall and strong, simple in design but serving their purpose. Many buildings still remained in their burnt out state, skeletons of what they once were, but the materials and mechs around them proved that it would not be long before that changed. Optimus was led to a smaller building that was a bit more ornate compared to the others with carved concrete and decorated windows. A metal sign was being welded above the entrance and inside Optimus could just make out the shape of a bar and several tables. Workers scurried around them, shouting at each other as they did and Optimus noticed several glyphs that he did not recognize being spoken.

"What are they saying?" Optimus asked Bumblebee, pointing to two mechs who were yelling at each other.

"Don't know." The small mech shrugged. "Something like an old dialect."

"It is old Kaonite." Strika stated, walking up to their group. She gave off a field of comfort as she gave Optimus a respectful nod. "The dialect is mostly the same as the more modern version but some glyphs mean different things. Mostly foul language so do not concern yourselves with remembering any of it."

"I think I've been called some of those glyphs before…" Bumblebee huffed as he listened in to some of the older mechs. This made Strika laugh strong and loud.

"I am sure." She stated. "Though I am certain you had today off, Scraplet."

Bumblebee almost preened under the nickname, his plating tightening against him as he placed his servos on his hips. "Bossbot needs some stress relief so I thought he could help haul some stuff!" He explained.

Strika seemed to perk up at this and turned to Optimus, looking him up and down. "If you are up to it, I do not see why not." She stated. "We have a trailer we can load up for you."

"Happy to help." Optimus said.

They followed Strika to the back of the nearly finished bar. Piles of materials were neatly placed away from everyone but close enough to be accessed with ease. There were rocks, gravel, blocks of concrete, metal sheets longer than any trailer Optimus had pulled and rods piled high. A worn but sturdy looking trailer sat beside it, open topped with no back for easy top loading. Despite its size, Optimus was certain he could hook to it.

"This site is mostly done so we are moving all of the leftovers to a new construction zone." Strika explained. "The gravel will go first."

Optimus nodded and transformed. He backed up to the large trailer and managed to hook onto it easily. A couple of large cons walked over and started loading up the trailer with the piles of gravel. Optimus could feel the weight settle the trailer but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Once they seemed satisfied with the load, Optimus began to move forward. It felt like forever since he’d last done a task like this, something simple but something he was made to do. With a satisfied hum, he easily rolled out of the construction site and towards the next one which was a couple of blocks away.

Very little traffic was on the roads in this part of Kaon. It was further from the main street and the tower and would only get traffic once it was fully developed and not covered in yellow and black construction stripes. Optimus was certain the building he had just come from would be a bar, but the closer he got to the new construction site, the more he questioned what would be going up in such a large and vacant lot. A tall fencing had been placed around it, sensors and lights rigged to the top to deter any intruders. A thick metal door slid to the side as Optimus approached and two mechs with matching construction stripes waved him in and made sure to close the door tightly behind him.

Inside the fence was the beginning of what would be a massive building. A ditch had already been dug out to make up the base of it and some of the framework was being put into place. Driving closer and following the directions of the other workers inside, Optimus noted a wide circular shape near the center. It was concrete and had some piping going from the shallow layers already. Several mechs were checking it over, going over things on their data pads and then back to the circle. As he came to a stop near a large pile of gravel, Optimus took another look around at the other supplies in hopes of guessing what the site was. Then his optics fell to a collection of smelting rods, carefully placed outside the ditch and being guarded by a large femme who kept them in her sight at all times.

“You’re building a smelting pool?” Optimus asked, more for his own confirmation.

One of the mechs removing the gravel from his trailer looked down at him and then up to the femme who hadn’t moved a wire from her spot. “I’m surprised you recognize them.” He said with a hoarse voice like he had rust in his voice box.

“I used to repair space bridges so I had to learn about the materials that could and couldn’t go through them.” Optimus replied. “Smelting rods can but only when stored at a very low temperature and with both space bridges completely evacuated in case something went wrong.”

This caused the mech to give a gruff hum of approval. “Great for starting a smelting pool since they melt so easily and burn hotter than anything but one mistake going through a space bridge and you have a black hole on your hand.” The mech replied.

“Why does anything related to space bridges have a chance of becoming a black hole?” Optimus muttered, remembering the black hole in a cube that Bulkhead and Shockwave accidentally made.

This got the construction mech to laugh and give the top of his alt mode a good smack. “That’s why I learned about construction and not science.” He said. “Now go on, see you with the next load!”

Optimus left and returned to Strika shortly afterwards, hoping that if the construction mech had left a dent that it wouldn’t be noticed. And if Strika did notice, she said nothing because she seemed to be more satisfied over how quickly Optimus had returned and that the load hadn’t tipped over on his way there.

For the rest of the cycle, Optimus found himself going back and forth from the two construction zones. The mech at the smelting pool one was an old mech named Landmine who used to be a soldier before Megatron was created but ended up in construction not long after and had found his calling as he’d put it. The other mechs there warned Optimus that Landmine lost half his processor due to rust but he was one of the most reliable mechs when it came to getting a job done. By the time Strika was satisfied with how much they had gotten done, Hadeen was setting and was completely gone with all of its light when Optimus stepped into his shared habsuite with Megatron.

Said mech was already inside, sitting at the small table and reading through a data pad. This was immediately put down when Optimus entered, his presence drawing Megatron’s complete attention. The large mech stood and walked towards Optimus, his field comforting and welcome.

“Strika informed me that you were working at the construction sites.” Megatron said, looking the smaller mech over. Optimus was dented and a bit scuffed, covered in dust and dirt and he was certain that there were rocks trapped in all of his joints. “How are you feeling?”

Optimus gave Megatron a weary smile. “Tired.” He admitted. “I don’t think I’ve done that much manual labor since I was a cadet.”

“You need to clean yourself before recharging.” Megatron stated bluntly. “Run the solvent shower, I will get you a cube.”

Optimus thanked Megatron and managed to trudge his tired pedes towards their berthroom where the washroom was. The first time he’d cleaned himself, he’d been so tired from their bonding ceremony to notice just how massive the shower was, but now Optimus truly appreciated it. He wasn’t nearly as big as Megatron, who the shower was clearly built for, but it was nice being able to stretch his struts and turn in the shower without hitting the walls. The shower on Omega had been the type you could only stand in one position and was nowhere near a comforting wash.

Optimus turned on the solvent and let it warm up enough before he stepped under. His seams and plating physically relaxed, letting out compressed air as his entire frame recalibrated under the spray. He let most of the dirt and debris wash away, turning the solvent a dark color before it vanished into the drain. Once it began to run a bit clearer, he grabbed the scrub brush and began the tedious job of dislodging the dirt from between his seams and found a lot more rubble lodged between them than he liked. So focused on one stuck to his armor, Optimus didn’t notice when someone entered the wash room and stood behind him.

“Care for some assistance?” Megatron asked, leaning over a bit to hover over the smaller mech. Optimus turned around quickly, his finials flicking away solvent as his cheeks flushed at the suggestion Megatron was giving him. However, the warlord seemed sincere with his offer and so Optimus nodded at him, though he refused to meet Megatron’s optics. “Hand me the cleaning solvent and the other brush, I’ll clean your back struts.”

Optimus handed the bar of solvent and brush to the mech. He noticed that the bar was brand new, a pale blue in color and not the bar that wasn’t even half finished that had been there just a few cycles before. He didn’t think much of it because once Megatron began to gently scrub at the base of his neck guard, he couldn’t think of anything else but how good it felt. With practiced ease, Megatron gently removed all of the remaining debris from his back struts and the back of his helm. It was as he was letting the shower spray wash off the cleanser that Optimus recognized the scent.

“Is this brittle thorns?” He asked, glancing over his pauldron to Megatron who had stopped cleaning him.

“I recalled how you enjoyed the scent and texture so I purchased some from the Temple of Primus.” Megatron stated. He noticed that Optimus had stopped cleaning himself and offered his servo to the mech. Optimus took it, turning to face Megatron as he did.

“Thank you.” Optimus said, trying to hide a sheepish smile behind his other servo. It still held his brush though and Megatron gently plucked it from him and set it down.

“Shall I finish cleaning you since you seem to have become distracted?” Megatron offered; his voice a smooth and soft purr and it took everything Optimus had to not rev his engines.

“I-I don’t mind.” He spoke a little too quickly and mentally Optimus kicked himself for being so flustered.

Megatron simply chuckled and turned his attention to Otpimus’ small servo held in his. He gently ran the brush between his digits and against his forearm plating, making sure to get each seam and curve completely cleaned of debris. As he came to his shoulder, Megatron stopped for just a nanoklik at the bare painting where the Autobot insignia had once been. The removal had taken a medical procedure from Ratchet due to military bots having applications inside them, instead of the normal painted stamp most civilians wore. Not even a mark had been left thanks to the skilled doctor and a certain detailer who’d taken a liking to Optimus. The mark Megatron had left from their training was also invisible now thanks to healing nanites and a fresh coat of paint. Aside from the scratches from the cycle’s work, the only mark on Optimus was the slight discoloration of his faceplate where the Magnus had struck him. Part of Megatron wished to reach out and to gently stroke the spot with his thumb but he held back. Their current activities were already far more intimate than anything Megatron had expected Optimus to accept.

A quick glance to the rest of his faceplate showed that Optimus was still avoiding his optics, he was flushed and his finials weren’t sitting as straight as usual. It was oddly cute and endearing at how despite this, Optimus still stepped closer to Megatron with just a slight tug of his servo. Megatron was almost disappointed when Optimus had been scrubbed clean and was now rinsing off under the solvent spray. Megatron allowed his servos to be cleaned off as well but stepped out before Optimus to use a towel to dry his plating. Optimus chose to use the drying vents instead, much quicker and more efficient after a full frame wash. Megatron let his optics trail possibly a bit too long on the mech’s frame as it dried but if Optimus noticed, he said nothing.

Now that Optimus was clean and dry, he made his way to the berth where a cube of Energon was placed on his side. He downed it swiftly and let out a satisfied ex-vent as his tanks finally settled. Megatron glanced at the main room where his data pad was left abandoned but decided that he could afford an early recharge that cycle and joined Optimus on the berth. Once he settled and got comfortable under the mesh covering, Optimus turned to face Megatron.

“Thank you.” Optimus said. His optics flickered slightly as recharge began to take over.

“For what?” Megatron mused, turning to face the smaller mech.

Optimus scooted a bit closer than he normally did. Megatron reached out and gently pulled the mech to his chassis. Optimus let out a content purr of his engines as he settled once more.

“For everything.”

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lifetimeshipper · 7 days

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The Beauty and the Predacon

Chapter 6

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Arcee stood next to the Predacon as they both watched Starscream and the Vehicons try to fix the communicator and fail again and again. Arcee couldn't help but snicker at Starscream's misfortune, especially when it got to the point where he had to get Soundwave to come and fix it which resulted in Megatron finding out about his mistake.

"Communications have been down for how long!?"

Starscream started panicking as he backed away from the warlord, "Soundwave practically has the dish repaired, master."

"Which is all well and good for Soundwave, but for you...!" Megatron swings his arm at Starscream making him flinch as the communications start working again and they hear Knock Out's voice.

:: Knock Out to Lord Megatron, please come in. ::

"See? Hah, all fixed."

"Knock Out. Do you have the Predacon bone?"

:: In my sights, my liege. As are a pair of Autobots riding my rear. ::

Two of my comrades are there! Arcee thinks to herself as she listens to the conversation.

"Understood. Just make sure you secure the specimen."

Dread fills Arcee as she listens to Megatron give orders to send some Insecticons to aid Knock Out. She waits to hear the outcome as anxiety starts to set in. Will her comrades be alright? Are they gonna be killed? Arcee shakes her helm, no they will be just fine. Whoever they are will make it out just fine. She knows her teammates and she knows that all of them are excellent fighters and very tough, they won't be killed so easily. But still, she can't help but worry.

:: Lord Megatron, if a Ground Bridge doesn't open too sweet your specimen will belong to the Autobots! ::

Arcee is filled with relief to hear that her comrades survived the Insecticons, she knew they would but it's still a relief to hear. Her spark starts racing when she hears Megatron tell Soundwave to open a Ground Bridge for Knock Out. This is her chance. This is her opportunity to escape and get back to her team. It's risky and if she's caught Primus knows what they will do to her as punishment, but she must try.

She prepares herself to transform as Soundwave gets Knock Out's coordinates. She knows she must be quick if she's to get through the Ground Bridge before any of them can react. Soundwave locks onto Knock Out's coordinates and opens the Ground Bridge. As soon as it starts opening up Arcee transforms and drives right towards it, by the time they notice her she's already jumping into the portal.

"After her!"

She could hear Megatron shouting behind her but she paid no attention as she drove through the portal and came out the other side, right in front of Knock Out, "What the...!?" He shouts as she quickly swerves to avoid him leading to her transforming and landing on her pedes as she slides back.

"Arcee!"

Two voices shout out in unison making Arcee look over to see Ratchet and Wheeljack driving towards her and Knock Out. She smiles as she transforms and drives towards them but before she can get too far, Knock Out rams into her sending her into the rock side. She transforms as she hits the ground and rolls down the hilly sands that are set up against the rock. She was knocked for a loop for a second but she soon started regaining her senses and when she did she could hear shooting. She looks up to see Vehicons running towards Ratchet and Wheeljack, shooting at them.

Knock Out transforms and holds the specimen in his servo as he grabs one of the Vehicons and hands it to him, "Get this to Lord Megatron." The Vehicon nods in understanding and runs back through the portal. Knock Out turns back to Arcee who is now getting up off the ground and brings out his electric rod from his subspace, "That was a bad move trying to escape." He goes to jab at her with his rod but she avoids it and sends a swift right kick to his back but he turns and catches her leg. He's learned by now how she operates, how she fights.

Before she has a chance to react he jabs his rod into her sternum sending a wave of electricity through her small frame. Once she falls to the ground unconscious, Knock Out picks up her body and runs toward the Ground Bridge.

With all the Vehicons taken care of, Wheeljack and Ratchet run after Knock Out to stop him before he can get through the Ground Bridge, they may have failed to get the Predacon bone from them but if they can get Arcee back that will be a well enough accomplishment. But Knock Out makes it through the Ground Bridge and back to the Nemesis before they can reach him and the Ground Bridge closes just as they get to it.

"Well done, Knock Out. Not only did you retrieve the specimen you also recaptured our runaway."

Knock Out smirks as he drops Arcee onto the floor, he always loves it when he gets praise from his master. Starscream walks over to Arcee's unconscious body and scowls down at her, "Stupid femme. She really thought she could get away from us." He looked up at Knock Out when something occurred to him, "You didn't kill her, did you?"

Knock Out glares at him, "Of course not! She's just unconscious!"

Shockwave comes out onto the upper haul and stands next to Megatron. His optic immediately goes to the femme lying at their pedes, "What happened?"

"She tried to escape and Knock Out recaptured her," Megatron responded.

Arcee starts waking up as her systems begin to recover from the shock Knock Out gave her. She's not completely awake to the point where she can start to get up off the floor but she's awake enough to hear the conversation between Megatron and Shockwave.

"What are we gonna do with her?"

"We'll put her in the brig for now while I think of a punishment that won't damage her too badly," Megatron says as he walks over to the femme.

Arcee finally opens her optics and lifts her helm to see Megatron coming towards her. Scap, I'm back on the Nemesis, and from the sounds of it, I'm going back to the brig to await punishment. Just great.

Megatron bends down to pick her up, but when his digits are an inch from her frame a big roar sounds throughout the upper haul and Megatron finds himself being shoved back, away from her. He manages to catch himself before he falls on his aft but he is outraged. Who dares shove the warlord? He looks up and finds himself face to face with the Predacon which is growling at him as he stands protectively over Arcee. He looks at the beast before him in shock, as well as all the others that are present, he didn't think he would go against him. He thought he had the Predacon's complete loyalty.

Even the Predacon himself is shocked, he never thought he would ever go against his master like that. But something inside him, some ancient primal instinct, drove him to protect this femme. His femme. She is his and no other mech is gonna lay a digit on her.

"Shockwave, explain!" Megatron exclaims as he looks over at the mech.

"Would seem the Predacon has grown attached to the femme. Simply put, he's claiming her."

Arcee's optics widen even more, if that's possible, as she looks up at the Predacon hovering over her. He's claiming her? Is he wanting her to be his mate? She's not sure how she should feel about that, to have a Predacon want her as his mate. How would that even work?

"Are you saying this mindless beast is wanting her for himself?" Starscream questions in disbelief.

"Exactly what I'm saying."

"Very well, she will stay here with the Predacon," Megatron says as he turns to head back inside the ship. Arcee looks at him with still widened optics not sure of what to make of this. In a way she's relieved she doesn't have to go back to the brig and get some sort of punishment later but at the same time, she's not sure about being left with the Predacon. What if he tries to mate with her and she refuses? Would he rape her and force her to be his mate? Would he decide to kill her? She doesn't know and it scares her, especially knowing that she wouldn't be able to fight him off.

She and the Predacon watch Megatron and the others as they head for the door and disappear into the ship. Once the door closes, Arcee looks back up to the Predacon with worried optics as her spark begins to pulse faster. The Predacon looks down at her and when he sees the worry and fear in her optics he bends his neck down to place his helm gently against hers to reassure her that he won't harm her in any way. Once he's sure she's calmed down he moves back so she can sit up and move around if she wishes to.

Arcee gets up off the floor and watches the Predacon as he walks over to the monitor on the communications dish and looks at it. She walks over to the side of him and watches him as she wonders what he's doing. Is he trying to figure out how they fixed it? Is he planning on destroying it again? Then he starts punching in codes which bring up schematics for all the other Predacons. That's when she realizes that he's researching his own kind, probably wondering about the others. Definitely not a mindless beast. Probably is smarter than Starscream is. But what is he up to?

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