#and does proper t-cog surgery

[orions-hound]

i dont know where the fanon knock out commits rampant medical malpractice came from when we only ever see him do his job well and with consent. hes a good physician. the few times we see him not is when he was assisting starscreams ploy or is afraid for his own life. like please note that starscream hired knock out as a physician (which he was not previously) and gets mad that hes actually good at his job

[secret-engima]

I just want to say I adore all your AUs and now you have a transformer Regalia and I. I love it. The Regalia IS family and IS part of the team, and reading that snippet of her was just soothing to my very soul. (Especially cause I just recently rebeat the game and was having Feels). I am forever amazed at how you come up with such rich and perfect AUs.

Thank you, that’s really sweet hgfd! I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks transformer Regalia is a super cool AU. She is totally family. And this (like ... I think all but one of my FFXV’s) is a happy Fixit. Because like pit is she gonna let some prophecy kill her sparkling.

Also can you picture how she and the Chocobros 1.0 met? Because it was great. Here lemme-

-Regis got her when he was like- a teenager? A teenager who really wanted a car of his own, more than that, wanted to PICK his own car rather than have his father just gift him one.

-ANYWAY circumstances and Luck being what they are, Regalia had just crash-landed on Earth and smuggled her way into Insomnia desperately looking for somewhere to rest, her systems damaged from the fight she’d gotten into before coming here. She had to disguise herself, so she scanned a vehicle mode (a custom classic that was sitting pretty in an expensive lot) and transformed.

-Only realized her mistake after she had transformed and passed out for a few hours. Her damages were around her T-Cog area and she had made them worse by transforming.

-She was STUCK in her car form.

-While trying to figure out what the frag she was going to do, because there are no proper cybertronian medics on this planet, Regis comes to the fancy lot of fancy cars looking for one of his own, a long-suffering Clarus and vaguely exasperated Weskham behind him because this is the tenth lot and Regis still hasn’t found one he liked yet.

-Then Regis finds her.

-He doesn’t know what she is yet, but he ... lingers. Places a hand on her hood and they can both feel the tingle of connection between them the little place where magic meets spark (Regalia almost jolts, because this organic has a SPARK, a spark and spark bonds between him and the two following him, Regis gasps softly, feeling life, ancient and quiet and afraid humming through the metal beneath his fingers as sure as a heartbeat).

-Regis buys her. Doesn’t even bother to take her on a test drive. She’s the one he wants, and after she’s been safely stashed in a private corner of the royal garage, Regis ignores Clarus’s and Weskham’s alarmed looks to gently run a hand over her steering wheel and murmur, “I’m sorry I bought you like an object. But I didn’t know how else to get you out of there.” He pauses and Regalia inwardly trembles (this organic knows he knows he knows what will he do to her she is TRAPPED in this garage without her root form-). His magic reaches out and shyly brushes against her spark energy, like a youngling not sure if he’s doing the right thing, “Are you okay? Can you talk?”

-Clarus opens his mouth to ask WHAT IN THE WORLD Regis is doing when Regalia sighs and says, “...I can.”

-Clarus and Weskham freak the flip out, Regis presses the button to lock the doors to keep them from running straight to security and Regalia obediently locks her doors more out of surprise than anything else. Once getting his two friends to calm down for fifty seconds, Regis turns back to her and smiles shakily at her steering wheel, “I thought so. May I ... ask what you are? I’ve never felt a car with magic before.”

-Regalia doesn't have anywhere to go, or anyway of taking care of herself, trapped in vehicle mode as she is so she ... tells him. Bits and pieces. Cybertron’s fall, running for vorns and vorns, the fight that damaged her systems, crashing here and being stuck. Clarus is incredibly skeptical and alarmed (ALIEN??? ALIEN CAR???????? He’s not sure if that’s worse than thinking this is a prank or some kind of Nif trap-).

-Regis, being the guy he is, immediately promises to help her and take care of her however he can. He offers to let the royal mechanics look at her, see if they could fix her systems, but she turns him down. She doesn’t want anyone but these three to know about her and she still hopes her auto repair system will fix the damage for her.

-In exchange for secrecy and fuel, Regalia easily agrees to be Regis’s “car” and drive him (or let herself be driven) wherever he wants to go. Weskham usually ends up playing driver for this, and while Regis is chill with this idea of a living car because he can FEEL her spark and knows she’s a good soul, the other two take a while to warm up to her.

-Her doing crazy driving stunts to save Regis from that assassination attempt a few months later finally cements her place in the list of “okay people”.

-Regis is happy to tell her about Eos, and Clarus is fascinated when he realizes she can use a holoform to interact with them on a more face to face level (and spar, Regalia is a master swords-femme and not afraid to give the Shield tips). Regalia is ... not exactly happy being the only cybertronian on Eos and being stuck in vehicle mode, but she loves these three teenage organic idiots and is happy to be part of their group.

-Then the road trip happens and Regis and co run afoul of some distressed and giant wildlife that flip Regalia over and damage her enough she can’t make her engine run (Regis FREAKS out over the thought of her being crippled or maybe dying but she assures him that this, at least, is something a mechanic can repair and no she isn’t dying, just in a lot of pain).

-They push her to Hammerhead and Regis hovers like a mother hen in the garage until Cid kicks him out, not understanding why this rich boy is making quiet soothing noises at his car like its a skittish cat.

-Cid hoists her up on that ... platform thing mechanics use (sorry to all mechanics reading this I’m blanking on the term) and begins his work repairing her. She really is a beaut, he thinks to himself as fixes damaged things and marvels that her metal and glass are undented and unbroken despite everything. Stupid idiot needed to take better care of a car like this.

-Cid moves from specific repairs to a more general look over, because when he tried her engine she sounded ... off. Not wrong, but not like the engine this model should have.

-He crawls around under her chases and finds what looks like OLD damage. burns and scars and twisted seams and REALLY, Pretty Boy should have gotten her into a mechanic YEARS ago what has he been doing forcing such a lovely lady as this to drive around with damage this nasty?

-He starts pulling things back into place and replacing things on pure intuition, pauses when he swears the car shudders away from his touch and finds himself making mindless soothing noises just like Pretty Boy as he works and metal creaks in something dangerously akin to pain the deeper he goes to repair years old damage.

-He forces the last thing back into its proper spot and will never admit to a girlish screech of surprise when the car above him suddenly shifts and blurs in a whirl of gears and metal until there’s a robot with feminine features staring down at him in shock, her arms and knees braced to keep from falling on him.

-She stares, Cid stares and clutches his chest with one hand while the other holds his wrench above him like a sword.

-Pretty Boy and his group runs in and Pretty Boy gasps, “Regalia! You’re FIXED! Wow you’re tall, I didn’t realize your root form was this tall.”

-The robot blinks at Cid, slowly and carefully sits up to hunch in his garage on her heels, “That ... I have no idea how you did that. I thought it would take a registered cybertronian medic to fix my T-Cog. Thank you.” And there’s actual emotions in that voice, actual, trembling gratitude like someone about to cry from a sudden lack of pain and Cid is just-

-What.

-What is going on.

-The Pretty Boy (Prince Regis) explains things and Cid has to break out the liquor because ALIEN CAR. ALIEN LADY CAR.

-He’d had his hands all up in the innards of an ACTUAL FEMALE PERSON and he is decidedly NOT thinking about that thank you.

-Curse it. Curse it he’s spent the last five hours doing the equivalent of open surgery without anesthetic no WONDER the car kept flinching away from his tools and the metal kept groaning in pain-.

-The oil he scrubs angrily off his hands while listening to the explanation (and somehow finding himself BELIEVING IT) suddenly feels too much like blood, even if Regalia (the ALIEN LADY CAR) tries to reassure him that her actual blood wasn’t oil but something called energon that she had managed to refine from fuel and sunlight.

-Cid ends up going with them because 1. who else gets to say they met and traveled with an alien car and a prince, and 2. curse it all these four are heading right into a war zone and potions won’t work on something mechanical. Even if she’s alive (which he believes, he does, even if he can’t pinpoint why) and the way things are looking they’re going to NEED a medic for Regalia.

-Regalia and Cid become two of a kind, she teaches him everything she knows about mechanical work and he mother-hens her whenever they get out of a fight and the two of them team up to keep the other three (and later Cor) in one piece.

-Cor is the last to meet Regalia. Does not understand why the four TALK TO THE CAR like it will actually respond or have an option or why Cid yells at Cor for scratching its paint like he just wounded an actual person until one day he picks a fight with something too big to handle (probably a Behemoth) and Regalia transforms and kills it with one expert strike of her sword, then looms over him and snarls, “Cor Leonis of the city-state of Insomnia of the planet Eos WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?” And Cor’s hindbrain goes “oh.”

[profprocrastination]

Angry All The Time

Title: Angry All The Time

Summary: this is your story with Dean. But not all endings are happy. But you have a happy middle and a very happy beginning.

Word count: 2444

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mention of child abuse. Do not read if you are sensitive to mentions of abuse.

A/N: This is my entry to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Anti-Valentine’s day challenge. I am terrible at writing, so I apologise about any mistakes and I hope you enjoy this terrible piece of literature. Enjoy! 

gifs are not mine. And imagine maison and west are yours and dean’s children, not misha’s. Just for this story.

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You lay there looking up at the sky. In this moment, you think of a quote that had always boggled your mind.

“Dying, she gave her last smile to the world, that had been so unkind.”

You never understood how the world could be so unkind to somebody. Somebody who was not peculiar, but was so important that everything and everyone was so unkind. Who would fall into that category of the population of earth. You could think of a few people that would, but they had already met their ending.

 The world is a dangerous place. There has always been a darkness that was there. Lurking around every bend of our lives and homes. Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how does it find its victims? Does it sneak into our lives undetected, or do we seek it out and embrace it? That we send our children into the world and into war? Hoping for their safe return, knowing that some will be lost along the way. And then, we get lost along the way. Consumed our shadows and our own darkness. Does this darkness have a name?

 You could hear the tires of the impala you had rode in so many times before come to a sudden holt, the sound was enough to make you wince, if you had enough energy to do so. But you just laid there as the creaking of the front door opened. Your eyes were getting heavier by the second, you were trying to keep them open to see them, but you didn’t have the strength to do so.

You just lay there. The pain is deafening; your hands now soaked with your blood. Your dying. Your life had flashed before your eyes. But when they say that, not everything is shown. The only thing you see is the things you love. And you saw him, you saw all of them. You saw all the people that had accompanied you until this moment. The ones who have died, and the ones who are still alive. You can still remember the first time you had met your love. He was so handsome in that fake FBI suit.

 You met Dean on a wendigo in Nebraska. He met you in the sheriff’s office one morning. Sam was at Stanford learning the law, and his father was somewhere hunting a monster of some sorts. While he was standing behind a beautiful woman, which could possibly blow his cover and get him arrested. No chick-flick moments or anything, but he swore that time stood still when you turned around to see who had just entered. He knew that he had to see you again. He saw your hair in you’re a bun. You were wearing a pantsuit, which consisted of navy-blue blazer, with a white blouse and pencil skirt. With a pair of cute heels to finish the ensemble.

 He decided to introduce himself, before you could take off. “My name id special Agent Prichett. I’m here about the killings.” He said, trying to keep his voice from reaching an octave higher than it was. The sheriff looked to you, and then to Dean.

“You don’t need to worry sheriff he’s with me. Headquarters must have sent some back up without informing me first.” You reassured the man. “We just need to discuss the case.”

 When you had seen him, you could see a scar that went from the nape of his neck, up to the right side of his face. You knew he was a hunter then. But you couldn’t help but stare into his emerald eyes that were staring back at you. You saw that his eyes were cracking around the pupils. He was broken, or if not, breaking. He had a firm jaw line; which could cut through glass. A strong build and arms that could break tree trunks under those suit sleeves. He was keeping himself up right on a pair of bow legs, to top it all off. You could see a scar that resented on his jaw. It was prominent, but hidden by his stubble. It started on one side of his face and ended on the other side.

 You both stood in front of the sheriff. He was explaining theories that the station had, and all the murder cases and their factors. So, what the suspicion was, what the motives were and all that. When you were finished with the talk you decided to go outside and head back to your motel. Once you were both done talking with the sheriff you headed out to the parking lot.

“So, what do you think it is?” You asked, knocking him off his guard. “Oh, come on. You can’t expect me to not see it. You’re practically a walking target for anything of the supernatural.”

“Well, you’re right. I am a hunter, and you’re one to?” You nodded. “Well, my brother found out it’s a wendigo and we’re going out to find it tonight. Maybe I��ll see you then.” He said implying that he will find you.

“Maybe you will.” You teased back. Walking towards your mustang. You didn’t look back, meaning that you didn’t see Dean licking his lips at the sight of your swaying hips, or the look on his face when he realized that he never got your name.

 You’re pulled from your last-minute contemplation about the earth and life, by a pair of heavy boot running towards you and around the warehouse filled with crates and boxes. They’re looking for you. They came to a holt when they were right beside you. You slowly turn you head to see them, they’re there. Looking at you with tears in their eyes, looking straight at you. They sprint their way towards you. One of them removes your arms from around your stomach, looking at the damaged inflicted upon you. They knew that there was nothing that they could do to save you. All they could do was watch you as the light leaves your eyes.

 Another memory started to make it way into your mind. It was on the same day you had met Dean. It was the hunt that you met him as Dean Winchester, and not Agent Prichette.

 That night when you were on a hunt and you ran into the two of them. That’s when Dean had seen you for the second time that day. He knew that there was something that held you two together. He knew that you were worth holding onto. He saw you lighting the liar alight when they were just arriving to kill the beast.

 “So. Earlier, I never got your name sweetheart. So how about telling me now?” He asked smoothly and politely.

“Sure. My name is (Y/N), and your name is Dean and you have a brother named Sam.” He looked t you like you had a second head growing from your shoulder. “You really think that you two are subtle. Please, every hunter knows who the Winchesters are, and what they look like.”

 “Well I’ve been told that a lot. But never with somebody as beautiful as you.” He said a cheesy pick up line. But you didn’t hear him, you were walking away, he had waited too long to reply and say something to you. He just stood there as you started to make your way to your car. Hoping that he luck hadn’t run out and that he would see you again.

Two months later, you both ran into each other again. It was like the red string of faith was pulling the two of you together. But it was different this time, you were at Bobby’s stitching up your wounds. The boys were on their way because they didn’t know that you had already killed what they were after.

 Dean had managed to sum up enough courage to ask you out on a proper date. You said yes, of course. And that’s when the cogs started to spin.

 You both then started going on dates and hunts together. Things turned darker than you had ever anticipated them to be, but you had him and he had you. That’s all the two of you needed.

 Dean still though that he was nothing but a grunt. A stupid person who was programmed to do as he was told. He hated himself so much, that he never cared about whether he lived or died, he never asked or stayed long enough to be thanked, and he was willing to risk everything so you and Sam would be safe. Even if that meant he wasn’t there anymore.

You stuck by him though. He needed someone to love other than family. You were family when you walked down the aisle and said your vows. But it was different. You were his rock, his anchor. He had tried to be his own anchor, but everybody had a breaking point. That was when you had almost died. Not by a creature, but a drunk driver.

 You were taken to the emergency room and was immediately put into surgery that lasted for ten hours. Dean, during that time, had realized that he needed you to be with him. He needed to protect you and keep you safe in his arms. When you got out, you were in a coma for a few days. Dean never left you side, while Sam brought him clothes and food and coffee so he could function. Not caring that it was killing him on the inside with that lifestyle. But you woke up, and were put under even more protection.

A year after that you had found out you were pregnant. With a baby boy. The wait was torture, dean was there all the way. You named him Robert Johnathan Winchester. He had his father’s hair and your eyes. He had Dean’s courage and selfishness, with your kindness and consideration. That personality was put into full speed when you told him that you were pregnant again, with a girl this time.

You called her Charlotte Mary Winchester, but you nicknamed her Charlie after you had an adventure LARPING with her and dean. She had your stubbornness and her father’s smarts. She grew up looking like a mini you, per Dean.

It was the most fun you had in a while. You were the princess with Dean as a knight. Robert and Charlie were then the prince and princess of the imaginary land.

Somewhere along the way, fate just so happened to hate the Winchesters and you. There was a demon called Abaddon who almost killed you, but killed your husbands grandfather. But since then he had taken on the responsibility of taking on the mark of Cain to kill her with the first blade. You could see in his eyes that he was slowly losing all his sanity.

He was constantly angry all the time and obsessed with trying to get cured. Which meant that he started to get very stressed, meaning he got very sleep deprived and very snappy. He was mad all the time. You couldn’t stay with a man that could hurt your children. So, you had to leave. You had to bet away before a whiskey bottle started flying, and bruises started to form on their and your skin.

And here you were now getting ready to leave the man you love forever. You had a duffel bag packed for you, Robert and Charlie in the trunk of your car. A 1965 Mustang. Charlie was buckled in her car seat and fast asleep. Robert was staring out of the window waiting for you to join him and his sister.

 You looked at Dean’s peaceful face. He looked so calm. You walked towards the door and placed the letter you had wrote on his dresser near the door of your shared room. You looked down at your hand to see the ring you had. The ring that symbolized yours and Dean’s undying love, the on that you had vowed not to take off, and he one he said the thing he had wanted to since you had met him. But it had to go. You slid the silver band off your finger and placed it over the piece of paper. But you were keeping your engagement ring

 You open the door and look back, seeing Dean stir a little, but not waking up. You turn away from your sight. You didn’t think that your heart could take anymore. So, you walk to your car with your children inside. They’ll probably be asking for their daddy, you would just have to lie. But you open the bunker’s garage door and start the car. You will never see him again. As far as you know.

 Dean woke up an hour later. He reached out to find your half of the bed was empty and cold. He shot up immediately, to only be blinded by the sun coming through the window. He sprinted to Robert’s room to see that all his toys, clothes and anything else was gone. It was like he had hallucinated the whole birth of his son. He then rushed to Charlie’s room to see if he made her up to in his subconscious. There was also nothing in her room. He checked all the draws and dressers to so if there was any trace of then left. There was only a t-shirt that belonged to Robert, and a little oonzie that belonged to Charlie. He went back to his room to keep them with him.

When he entered his room, there was a twinkle in the corner of his eye. It was your wedding ring on a folded piece of paper. He felt his heart break into a million pieces. He placed your children’s clothes onto the bed as he took your ring and the note. He knew that hi life would never be the same without you, or your kids.

 Twenty years, have came and went, since I walked out of your door. I never quite made it back, to the one I was before. And God it hurts me to think of you. For the light in your eyes was gone. And sometimes I don’t know why this old world can’t leave well enough alone. The reasons that I can’t stay, don’t have a thing to do with being in love. And I understand that lovin, a man shouldn’t have to be this rough. You ain’t the only one who feels like this world’s left you far behind.I don’t know why you gotta be angry all the time

I’ll miss you

-(Y/N)