#and yes I have come up with new places for bots to frag

[zombieheroine]

Trying to get inspired for TF kinktober and started rewatching Transformers Prime.

It is so good, aaah I've missed this series so much and didn't even realise! ;--;

[mychlapci]

i have not stopped thinking about pitcher plant pussy since you started posting about it and now my mind has combined it with that ask i sent a while back involving minibots being used as permanent spike sleeves

so uh, enjoy my deranged horny ramblings

i've been thinking so hard about a minibot whose owner is in a relationship with another bot, specifically another mech who is far bigger than their partner. which leads me to the image of the minibot still firmly stuck on their owner's spike being thrust into a hot wet valve, gasping as their frame is surrounded by tight calipers and trying desperately to keep their intake shut as lubricant and fluid coats them in all sides, their own valve clinging to their owner even as the extra lube begins to shift them off the spike they're surrounding

their armour begins to creak and shift as the valve surround them clenches down in overload and they get to deal with a mouthful of fluids and the overwhelming feeling of transfluid flooding their own valve as their owner begins to pull out. but the pulsing, clenching valve of their owner's partner is so tight that they get trapped inside it

and then, very faintly, still reeling from all the sensations of being fucked while being fucked into someone else

"you can just keep them as a gift, from me to you" and then there's the distinct sound of a panel sliding shut and the minibot realises with horror (and arousal) that they are now trapped inside someone's valve

they get nervous at first, pushing at clusters of internal nodes and quickly realising that it only makes the valve walls lubricate more and the hot wet environment gets even hotter and even wetter. they can feel the transfluid from their owner's overload trickle out of them slowly and they can only squirm and wriggle about even as their new owner goes about their day, completely helpless because of the now locked modesty panels keeping them firmly contained

an unknown amount of time passes and the minibot gets used to being trapped, they start to tug and press on specific nodes, relishing in the muffled moans and the feeling of calipers clamping down on top of them. normally they don't get to actually stimulate or play with their former owner's spike, forced to sit there and be quiet, so the minibot takes their own pleasure by fingering themselves, pushing old, half dried transfluid out of their valve and enjoying the feeling of hot sticky walls pulsing around them

maybe their owner comes back later, a pair of digits wrapping around their pedes and dragging them outward into the light. they're blinded at first, not used to the brightness of a normal room after being trapped in a place with only the dim glow of biolights to illuminate their surroundings. but they adjust and they get to see their owner's spike standing proud, dripping precum and they get tossed to the side as the sounds of rough and rigorous interfacing fills their audials

"did you enjoy the gift?" they hear faintly, still half dazed from the sudden influx of stimulation in their optics and audials

"a-aa-ah, y-yes, the p-lug worked quite nic-ah-ely, so wonderfully filling" and the minibot can only moan helplessly and finger themself vigorously at the way they're only treated like an object

and then when their owners are done interfacing, they're shoved right back up into the valve they were just pulled out of, and the click of a panel locking into place is the only warning they get before they're trapped once again

i just really like the idea of a bot helplessly squirming inside a valve, trapped by panels and forced to just sit there. maybe the minibot has to subsist off of lubricant (and potentially period energon depending on how long they get trapped in there) because their owners don't bother to refuel them while they're outside the valve. maybe their owners get another minibot for their spike since the old one is now being used as a plug, and occasionally the minibots get to frag each other while their owners are going at it

maybe their owners have a huge wardrobe of minibots that get switched out depending on the occasion, like one for formal events, another for more casual outings, another for work and the plug minibot and the others have a massive orgy while their owners are out

sorry for the long ask, but i cannot stop thinking about a minibot being trapped inside a valve

-burnt ice anon

this is… exceptional. sorry if I seem speechless, it’s because i am. I have no idea what to add. 

A minibot living inside someone’s valve is a crazy hot concept. A minibot living inside of someone’s valve and enjoying it is even hotter to me. Fingering themself constantly while pressing against the various clusters of nodes within their new owner’s valve, adding to the constant stream of valve juices that’s covering them. Their plating is always slick and warm, sometimes they still choke when their owner overloads and a wave of lubricants washes over them. The squirming stimulation would be so much more different than a plug, the new owner would probably overload a lot, letting the little minibot enjoy a steady diet of lubricants and transfluid <33

[petitelepus]

Tfa bulkhead x Pixie (oc ) meeting first time.

The team Prime was nervous when they heard that the Elite Guards were sending another Bot to check up on Optimus and his team and how they were doing on Earth.

They were expecting them to come at any given moment, but it didn't stop them from talking.

"I wonder what they are like?" Bulkhead wondered and Bumblebee frowned, "What if they are an aft like Sentinel?!"

"Calm down," Optimus said, "No one can be worst than Sentinel."

"I couldn't agree more." Came a new voice and the Autobots nearly jumped out of their armor. They whipped around and looked down to see a minibot smaller than Bumblebee, with the Elite Guard symbol on their chassis.

"Are you... The Elite Guard we were supposed to meet?" Ratchet asked and the minibot grinned as they nodded.

"That would be me." They said as they walked up to Optimus and offered their hand to him, "Pleasure to finally meet the famous Optimus Prime! My name is Pixie, Pixie Ambus!"

"Pleasure meeting you." The Prime nodded as he shook hands with the minibot, who grinned, "This must be your team?"

"That is correct. This is Ratchet, our medic."

"Hey there."

"Prowl."

"Greetings."

"And these two are Bumblebee and Bulkhead."

"Well well, hello there handsome!" Pixie whistled and the Autobots glanced at each other, wondering who the minibot was talking to.

"Me?" Bee asked as he pointed at himself and the smaller bot laughed, "Sorry pipsqueak, but you aren't my type."

"P- pipsqueak!?" The yellow minibot shouted, "I'm taller than you!"

"Yeah yeah," Pixie waved his hand as he quickly made his way to the big green bot aka Bulkhead, "So, big guy? Are you taken, or do I have a chance with you?"

"M- me?" Bulkhead pointed at himself and Pixie nodded happily, "I don't see other hot mechs here!"

The Autobots glanced at each other and then at the big green bot who looked flustered. "I uh... I'm flattered but also confused?"

"Don't be, you're gorgeous," Pixie said and Bulkhead blinked and a blush rose to his cheeks. "Oh."

Optimus decided to step in and help his friend, "So, I heard from Ultra Magnus that you're here to inquire about our process with AllSpark fragments?"

"Yes, but that can wait a day or two. I am awfully curious about Earth. Jazz told me this place is one of a kind."

"Are you... Certain?" Optimus was confused, "Won't Ultra Magnus or Sentinel want some information?"

"I have my deals with Magnus and Sentinel can bite my aft."

"Okay, I like you a lot more than a second ago." Bumblebee chuckled and Pixie grinned as he looked at Bulkhead.

"Hey big boy, I'm new here and Earth looks pretty cool." Pixie winked, "Would you be nice and show me around? Like, where a mech can get some good oil?"

"I, uh..."

"Do it, big guy, he is totally into you," Bumblebee whispered to his best friend as he jabbed his elbow against Bulkhead's side and the big bot swallowed nervously before finally nodding.

"Alright, but I can't swear you will have as much fun as you could with someone else."

"I'll be the judge of that." The minibot winked and Bulkhead blushed, "Uh, how about we get you a local alt mode? Would that be a good start?"

"Oh frag yes." Pixie absolutely beamed, "I'm excited to see some of Earth's vehicles!"

Bulkhead nodded lightly as he and Pixie left the factory and the team Prime shared glances.

"Well, that was something?"

[nn1895]

A Year of Moments Elita/Optimus Drabbles - March

           Fresh Starts      

“I didn’t know Optimus had a wife!” the human femme said, staring up at her.

Wife.

It wasn’t ‘bonded, it wasn’t ‘sparkmate’ with all the history and pain weighting those words down.

Wife.  A femme tied to another in love and credits and life.

Not the ‘Prime’s General’ or ‘Prime’s Holy Consort.’

Optimus’s wife.

Wife.  Defined by love.   Partnership engraved in the etymology of the word.

Not a lowly former dancer turned Prime’s sparkmate turned General.  Not a rank.  Not an insult.

“Yes,” she said slowly, her human language still accented and slow.  “I am Optimus’s wife.”

A new title.

           Road Trip      

“We’re not lost.”

“Of course not.”

Elita-1 squinted.

“We may have driven past Montana.”

“Understandable,” Optimus rumbled beside her, gleaming in the sunset, still in altmode.

“They need more signs.  These ‘states’ of theirs are too small.”

“I agree.”  He shifted back and forth to put himself in a sunnier spot.

“I’m sure everyone misses it.”

“Probably.”  He was sinking lower on his wheels, engine rumbling lower and deeper.

“Don’t you dare try and recharge out here.  We’ll find a…hotel parking lot or something.”

“Wasn’t that what we were trying to find before we drove through Montana?”

“Don’t get comfortable!”

           Mutual Pining      

“She was the helm of the SpecOps for Iacon.  Now she’s the youngest bot to achieve the rank of General.”

“He’s literally the word of Primus given physical form.”

“I’ve read her reports – she excels at everything she tries.”

“He’s the most powerful bot on the planet –“

“She speaks and the war room goes silent.”

“-because the planet picked him to speak for it.”

“Bots that won’t give me the time of day trip over themselves to speak to her.”

“He’s the prettiest mech I’ve ever fragging seen.”

“How exactly –“

“am I supposed to just ask him out?”

                             “Make me”      

She was obviously the bot who had been hacking their system.  A week’s worth of grime on her plating, a battered datapad full of illegal software, and an aggressive grin.

“Please stop using the library’s terminal for your illegal activity,” he said firmly.  She rocked back in her chair to look up at him.

“Got proof of that?” she asked, voice deep for her slight frame.  Her optics looked exhausted.

“I do.”

“And?”

“And I’m telling you to stop.”

“Telling me, are you?  Ha.  Make me.”  So exhausted.

Maybe change his approach?

“How about I ‘make you’ a cube instead?”

           Acceptance      

“-and tomorrow we’re going to visit the Library of Congress,” Optimus gushed over their private line.  “They said I could see things in the restricted section.”  Outwardly, he was calmly standing at attention, watching the training maneuvers.

“That’s wonderful,” Elita-1 said, lifting the next cannon onto her knee.  She was splattered with mud and gun powder – she’d be chipping it off later.

“I know the humans are implementing your new strategy.  I’d like to come watch afterwards.”

She grinned, spark glowing.  “It’ll be glorious!”

He smiled back.

The odd places a reluctant warrior turned Prime and battle-obsessed dropout found acceptance.

           Fairytale AU      

Optimus wasn’t expecting to be struck in the chestplates with a loop of cable, but here he was, on his back, staring up at the angry pink face in the tower.

“You better have punched Lord Starscream’s face in – the smug fragger.  Imagine!  Arresting me for spying!  Half our ambassadors are in his subspace pocket!”

“Um, I’m here to rescue you, Commander Elita-1?” Optimus said, trying to keep up with her rapid-fire complaints.

“Good.  I’d rather ally with Iacon anyways.”  She loosened her grip and slid the rest of the way down into his arms.

He wasn’t expecting that either.

[thatdorkyauthor]

Helloo! Can I request a (scenario/ short story..etc, is up to you) tfp optimus with a human charge reader who has control over time ? She trapped herself in a time loop trying to save optimus multiple times but each time she fails, she witnesses his death and resets to the start from when optimus was kneeling in front of her introducing himself and the autobots, and the cycle begins. Each time reader grows more tired and anguished until finally after staying stuck in the time loop for two years, she interrupts optimus mid introduction after another failed loop and starts tiredly crying in grief and overwhelming hopelessness.

"We are autonomous-"

"This is the 191,702 time..I can't save you...no matter how hard I try...why can't I save you?"

Hope it's not too detailed 😅

Sorry that this one took longer to be uploaded, I had to go to an event for my internship, which took a toll on my mental health, but I am back now. Words: 1672 Did some research for this one and holy damn, Hasbro really has something with killing him off, only for him to come back some way, holy fuck. XD. !This doesn't follow the series. And be prepared for a long one. Found this one in drafts from a little ago, I'm so sorry for not uploading this earlier, I just had to change a lot. Hope you'll enjoy it?

“Hey Optimus?” The bots were preparing for another battle against some decepticons as they were located near a new energon mine, at least that was what they had told you. The mentioned bot turned around, his blue optics landing on you. With curiosity evident in his optics he slid his battle mask down. “Yes (Y/n).” He didn’t have much time to waste, he was aware of that, his team was already waiting before entering through the ground bridge. Ratchet turned to the two of you briefly only to shake his helm as he turned back to the monitor. “Be safe alright, don’t make me c-.” Miko wrapped an arm over your shoulder. “Us come to kick some decepticon afts.” Bulkhead facepalmed, shaking his helm. Optimus nodded, the slightest hint of a smile on his face plates. “We shall be fine, little ones.” “Promise?” Optimus turned to you, hesitation in his optics and voice. “I promise.” He turned back, facing his team again and pulled his battle mask back on. “Autobots, roll out!” He couldn’t stick to his promise. Unlike other times you four weren’t allowed to watch the scene unfold, this time Ratchet was watching it unfold on a pad. “Ratchet what’s going on.” Everything went downhill incredibly quickly, worrying the older medic. “Frag.” He turned to the monitor, turning everything on. Miko looked at the stats of the bots in worry and gasped. You followed her gaze, dropping to the ground. “Arcee, what happened?” Worry laced Ratchet’s voice as he tried desperately to find an error in the system. “Optimus, he.” She didn’t continue, the base became quiet, only the sounds of the battle going on echoed through the building. Miko placed a hand on your shoulder. The comms turned off, the connection gone. Ratchet sighed, turning his attention to the medical status of the bots, ready to jump into battle if needed. “What happened?” He turned around, his optics somewhat softening as he spotted you on the ground. With a sigh of defeat, and grief as well as sorrow in his optics he tried to form a sentence. “Optimus, he.” He couldn’t bring himself to continue as it didn’t feel right to him, especially as he watched you curl up, sobbing and screaming in grief. He didn’t like humans much, but you four, excluding June, had a special place in his spark. He wasn’t sure how, if he could help, so he turned back to the panel trying to reconnect with the other bots. Jack placed a hand on your shoulder, tears forming his eyes as well. Miko dropped down, engulfing you in a hug as she cried with you. Raf joined your side but before he could do anything a bright light came from your hands. Ratchet noticed the lights reflecting on the monitor screen and turned around. You looked up at him, determination and grief filling your eyes. “This won’t be his ending.” Miko looked around as everything started to spin. “What’s happening?” Ratchet glanced at everything moving. “What are you doi-.” He never got to finish his sentence

The doors of the camaro opened, allowing you and Raf to get out. Ratchet turned to look at you and the other three, as Bulkhead entered the room. Both Arcee and Bumblebee transformed as soon as everyone had left their alt modes. “I thought there were two.” You turned to Ratchet, remembering your first encounter with him. “Haven’t you heard, humans multiply.” Arcee said before walking to her comrades. “I’m Raf.” “I’m Miko.” Miko ran towards the bots, as Raf introduced himself calmly from his position. “Who are you?” She questioned the Bulkhead, who stared warily at the girl. “Bulkhead.” “Are you a car, I bet you’re a truck, a monster truck.” The orange bot stared at you as you shook your head in amusement. Something felt off, he just couldn’t pin down what. “Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh? Ever used a wrecking ball as a punching bag?”  He clearly didn’t know what to do with the overly extroverted girl. “So if you guys are robots who made you?” Raf asked, making the medic scoff. “Puh Lease.” Optimus entered the room, making me turn around with a smile. Optimus crouched down. "We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, autobots for short." He stood back up, looking down on you and the other three. "I am Optimus Prime." You and Optimus bonded quite quickly, it was however difficult to act as if you had never seen the bot. However, the new peace didn’t last long, instead of two months the leader passed away after two, this time you were there. “Give me the kids.” Starscream screeched as he attacked Optimus from the front, distracting him.  Jack pulled you to the side, preventing you from being crushed underneath some pedes. “Over my dead body.” Optimus shot back, raising his battle mask. The team was scattered over the battlefield, Bumblebee was busy fighting Knockout, Bulkhead was battling Breakdown, as Arcee was keeping herself busy with slaying some other cons. “If you insist.” Megatron said from behind, pushing his sword through Optimus’ chassis before he had the chance to defend him. Megatron pushed the sword deeper before taking it out, using his canon to shoot in the hole, expanding the wound.“NO!” Starscream turned towards you, a smirk displayed on his faceplates as he spotted the four of you. “Like Prime insisted.” He sneered before walking towards you. Miko held you close, noticing the tears falling down. “Fuck you.” A light, similar to the first one appeared, and time reversed again. 

He stood back up, looking down on you four. “I am Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots.” He mentioned the orange and white bot. “Our medical officer, Ratchet. Our wrecker Bulkhead. Our scout, Bumblebee, and Arcee our warrior.” Jack locked eyes with the blue femme, raising an eyebrow. “So now what, are you going to keep us here, preventing us from seeing anyone to keep your secret safe?” You shook your head with a soft smile, elbowing Jack not too hard. “No, that would be against our, and I assume your morals.” Optimus said before looking at the other bots. “But for your own safety, we must keep an eye on you four.” Five days, all went well for five days. “They say the third time’s the charm.” Miko said, running through the ground bridge. She said pulling you through the bridge. However, as soon as you entered the bridge, you felt like throwing up. “Optimus, watch out.” “NO!.” Arcee turned to you in shock. “Bulkhead, get the girls out of here.” Optimus laid motionless on the ground, after getting multiple shots to the chest and another blade in the back. Another white light blinded the teens, and it all went back to that moment. Five months, one week, two days, the exact same day. It wouldn’t stop and it was starting to take a toll on your mental and physical health. With each time you couldn’t, correction wouldn’t, let your guardian go.  You counted each and every time that you had to reset time, by now knowing the introduction by heart and being able to repeat it in your mind, no matter where you were or what you were doing.

“191, 701.” You muttered, feeling exhausted by using your powers so often. The great leader looked at you in confusion, and curiosity. You didn’t look scared or excited at all, it seemed like you were extremely exhausted. He didn’t notice the tears you were holding back, but Ratchet did. He noticed something weird on his monitors the second you stepped out of that car, something that shouldn’t be happening to a human. He didn’t say anything, but he was definitely going to ask you later. “My name is Optimus Prime, we are autonomous robotic organism-.” The bot stopped in the middle of his sentence, making you look up at him weirdly. He dropped down, making Miko shriek as she grabbed your arm and pulled you away. A flat lining was heard from the monitor behind the medic. Ratchet turned to the monitor before putting Optimus on a medbay bed with Bulkhead’s help. “Spark attack” He muttered a little too loud. “This is the 191 701th time, and he doesn’t even last five fucking minutes. It’s a new record.” The bots looked at you in confusion, not even able to process anything before a bright light blinded them all.

“My name is Optimus Prime, we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet-.” It was too much. Everyone’s attention turned towards you, as you collapsed to the ground. Miko looked at you in worry before crouching down and rubbing you back soothingly. “Hey, I’m sure they won’t hu-.” She didn’t get to finish her sentence. The leader was confused to say at least when you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “This is the 191 702th time.”  Ratchet tilted his head as he looked at Optimus before turning back to you. Optimus glanced at you with worry and confusion, he couldn’t see your expression anymore as you dropped your head, staring at your hands. “I can’t save you, I tried so many times.” They all listened carefully to what you had to say.  “But no matter what I do, you always.” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as memories flooded through your mind, and started to sob. Optimus crouched down, leaning on one of his knee plates as he came closer. “Why can’t I save you?” It came as a choked back whisper, but every bot had heard it. The gears in Ratchet's helm clicked. “You time traveled?” Optimus glanced at Ratchet before turning to you. “Some things are bound to happen, I’m honored you went back to me so many times. Yet sometimes you have to let others go.” He explained, knowing from experience death was inevitable.  “Besides, as long as you remember me, I will never leave your side.”

[olivia200312]

Meeting~ 2018! Optimus x Human! Reader

Plot: Y/N meets Optimus Prime after saying farewell to Charlie.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if Y/N meets Optimus Prime from Bumblebee of 2018? Yes, this is also the live-action like Bayverse but I saw NOT A SINGLE story about Optimus x Reader! I was honestly wondering this about every fragging day. But I want to give it a shot!

For those who are new, Bumblebee came out in 2018, and it's created by Travis Knight. Not so many people know that Michael Bay also helped to create the movie. He did actually a good job on that by listening to Travis Knight. After the movie was complete, Travis Knight admitted that he has plans for Bumblebee 2, who we still don't know a single detail like how the story will play. I believe that the story will focus on Bumblebee and Optimus this time. But anyway, ever since the new director got revealed who's not Travis Knight, we have to wait one day until Knight will finally return to bring Transformers back! I read a week ago about the new actor, who will take Sam's and Cade's place. The actor is named Anthony Ramos. Believe me or not, that got me pissed. Give women also a chance to appear! Like, Hailee Steinfeld got a chance and she appeared! But I will watch the new Transformers movie that will come out in June 2022. I hope that this stupid corona trouble will be over for good! I really want to go to the movies so bad :(

I plan to put Meta Knight *ON HOLD* since it's too much work, especially since I'm also busy with Falling in Love based on the TFP series. I will NOT abandon the book. So, the new Merformer Optimus x Reader is coming close :)

Enjoy!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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"Farewell, Y/N. Be safe and have fun adventuring!" Charlie said as she hugged her cousin, Y/N for the last time.

Y/N smiled sadly and hugged her back. Bumblebee, who is in his Camaro vehicle form, is watching the sad moment between the girls. He understood how hard it is to say farewell. Even though he's new to Earth, he learned a lot thanks to these girls.

Y/N is 18 years old she's actually living very poor that in the end, she lost her home. She roamed around the streets until she stumbled Bumblebee, who was in a different car form at the time. It's actually an old car from the 1950s or '60s. But it is a cute car! Bumblebee, who was previously called B-127, had to escape Cybertron by his leader, Optimus Prime, orders. The war between the Autobots and the Decepticons has been going for so mong that their planet was slowly dead. Optimus ordered his dear scout to find a base on Earth while he and others will arrive soon. However, one of the Decepticons tracked B-127 that they fought. Bumblebee could speak at the time! He even tried to warn human soldiers that he's not evil! But that slagging Deceptocon actually destroyed Bumblebee's voice instead of the dangerous warlord, Megatron!

Bumblebee stumbled upon Y/N and they befriended each other! Of course, Charlie caught the Autobot scout and they also became friends! Soon, Memo joined as well in the group! The yellow scout is not stupid and saw that Y/N was different from her cousin. He found out that she's homeless so he basically 'adopted' Y/N as his step-sibling. So adorable! After the final battle was over, Bumblebee had to leave in order to catch up with his leader.

Y/N quickly went inside Bumblebee in the driver's seat so that she'll pretend that she's driving. I mean, what if someone catches the yellow Camaro driving by itself without a driver inside? That's super creepy to them but not to Charlie, Memo nor Y/N. Bumblebee is a Transformer. Y/N waved goodbye to Charlie as she did the same. That's when Bumblebee drove off.

Charlie smiles as she saw her beloved yellow friend driving next to his leader, Optimus Prime, who's a blue and red truck. The girl then safely returned home, back to her family and Memo.

Meanwhile, with Y/N, she couldn't help but stare in awe at the red and blue truck. So, this is Optimus Prime? She isn't sure. I mean, while she was in the forest with Bee and Charlie, they discovered something shocking and cool. Charlie accidentally activated something inside of Bumblebee that caused a call from Optimus Prime to appear. It's a warning message he left for the scout to search a base since Cybertron is basically dead.

She felt Optimus staring at her, even when he's driving. He'll have a talk with Bumblebee later. And that's what he exactly did.

Later at night~

Optimus Prime and Bumblebee are hiding in the forest with survived Autobots. Let's get to the introduction:

Y/n stepped out of Bumblebee's car and she watched her step-sibling transform. The poor human girl yelped when some loud metal steps ran to the scout and leader. That's when she got picked by Optimus Prime very gently. That got her to stare right into his calm gentle soft blue optics. Optimus couldn't help but also get lost while staring at her. He's also amazement and impressed. Ooh, la la la!~ Is there a romance going to happen?

"Uhm, we're still here."

That got Optimus and Y/N awake as they looked immediatly at the others. Optimus still held Y/N in his arms or servos. The height is a bit different than in Bayverse.

"Is that a human?"

Bumblebee then used his radio and let out: "Yes, it's a human."

Optimus then looks down at the human femme. He couldn't help but thought that she's soft and squisy. She also looks so cute and has also soft lips. "What's your name, young femme?"

"Y-Y/N, sir."

Optimus almsot chukled. "My name is Optimus Prime. We're from planet Cybertron. We're the Autobots."

Y/N lighted up. "So that's why you're cars!"

A femme Cybertronian laughed. "That's correct, Y/N."

The introduction got along and Y/N got to know names. There's Ratchet, the medic of the team. No wonder he's an ambulance car. Arcee is pink and white (instead of blue and pink). There's also Wheeljack and others. Some of them are serious, kind, strong, etc.

"How did you met our fellow scout, Y/N?" Optimus asked as he took a walk in the forest with her. This time, he's walking next to her instead of holding her.

"Well, I'm was homeless and I stumbled upon him. He decided to 'adopt' me so I'm basically his step-sibling. I am grateful for him that he's taking care of me and so I want to help every chance possible, including you and the team." The human girl smiled up at Optimus.

Optimus felt touched by the story. He's happy that his fellow scout made a friend but he doesn't want a risk by putting Y/N in danger if the Decepticons decide to attack. But he felt his spark shatter when she mentioned that she was homeless but he's very grateful that Bumblebee is taking care of her.

"Who knows of B-127's existence?"

"Huh? Oh! Do you mean Bumblebee? Well, me, my cousin Charlie, and her future boyfriend, Memo." That's when she noticed something like asteroids flying in the sky. Her eyes lighten up. "Wow! Are that asteroids?"

Optimus looks up and smiled behind his mask. "No. That's my fellow Autobots that survived. They're gonna join us." He looks down at the human femme. "Welcome to the team, Y/N."

Y/N blushed and smiled. "Thank you, Optimus."

[writeyouin]

Heyy Sophie! Do you mind doing a fun lil drabble about sweet Riptide having an approximate knowledge on Valentine's customs from what he's heard from Swerves and asks out the reader anyways 😌💖 Thanks a lot! Hope you're doing well~~

Riptide X Reader – New to This

A/N – I had so much fun looking up all these Valentine’s traditions from around the world. Whales officially celebrates it the best, funky little weirdos. Hope you enjoy it Millie.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Riptide’s head swivelled from one bot to another, as he tried as hard as he could to keep up with the conversation. Various bots were in one of the rec-rooms, discussing the human holiday, Valentine’s Day, and it had sparked quite the argument. It seemed that everybody had their own version of the holiday, and nobody was willing to believe that they might be wrong.

Swerve slammed his fist onto the table, “We all know I’m the closest thing to an expert here. If I say it’s flowers and chocolates, it’s flowers and chocolates.”

Getaway rolled his eyes, “Big whoop, so you’ve seen a few TV shows that are super outdated. Not everything that happens on TV is real, Swerve. Besides, I happened to do a bit of searching, and you’re wrong. It’s all about some mushy card with a poem in it or something.”

“No, wait. That can’t be right,” Nautica interjected calmly. “Swerve was kind of right on the flowers, but it’s not a bouquet, it’s just one flower. I think it was called a Snowdrop and you press it flat or something.”

“TEN!” Ten roared, throwing a carved wooden spoon onto the table before everyone, as if proclaiming that was the right gift. As usual, everyone ignored his admission, unable to take the spoon seriously.

“No, no, no,” Rodimus huffed, shaking his helm exasperatedly. “It’s all about the music. Picture this, I’m standing on a huge amp, electric guitar in hand. I sing a rocking ballad, the guitar sets on fire, I’m playing it so fast and then (Y/N) swoons and I-”

“WHO THE FRAG SAID ANYTHING ABOUT (Y/N)?!” Whirl roared jealously, even though everyone knew that the entire conversation on Valentine’s day was a covert way of brainstorming ways of asking you out.

“COME OFF IT!” Rodimus said, his engines revving in frustration. “YOU ALL KNOW THIS STARTED COS I’M GOING TO ASK (Y/N) OUT TONIGHT.”

Rodimus made to get up, but Whirl stuck out his leg, making the Captain trip.

“That does it,” Rodimus growled, preparing to brawl with Whirl.

Riptide didn’t linger to see the end result, his mind already wandering as he meandered out into the hallway. He kept to himself whilst walking about the ship. Was that conversation really about asking you out? He’d thought it was about weird human stuff. Was everyone there to court you? If so, did Riptide have that same obligation?

He’d never really considered dating you before, but he was thinking about it now. He supposed it would be kind of nice to be with you. You were funny and cute, and you never belittled him when he didn’t understand something. Maybe Riptide wasn’t strong, fast, or smart like the other bots, but he did have a spark, and it always hummed faster when you were near.

“Maybe,” He whispered, talking to himself.

“Maybe what?”

Riptide turned around to find you, smiling sweetly at him. He opened his mouth, but paused to frown, having lost whatever train of thought he was travelling; it was something that happened often.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. It just looked like you were thinking hard about something and I thought you might like to bounce your ideas of someone.”

“Oh,” Riptide nodded agreeably, before frowning again.

“Something wrong?”

“I don’t have a wooden spoon,” He admitted sadly.

“Sorry, what?”

“A wooden spoon. I don’t have one. I don’t have a poem, or a guitar that sets on fire, or sweets, or crushed plants, and on top of all that, I don’t even have a wooden spoon.”

“O…Kay? And this is a problem for you?”

“Yes. I can’t be a Valentine without one of those things. You should really talk to Ten, he has a wooden spoon. It’s very nice.”

“Do you… Do you want me to get you a wooden spoon?” You asked, thinking that someone must have played another mean trick on Riptide to make him think about such things.

“No. I want to get you a wooden spoon, but I don’t have one. Me and the others were talking and that’s how to be a Valentine, I think… How can I be your Valentine, if I don’t even have a spoon?”

You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smirk, trying desperately not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the scenario as everything fell into place.

“You ah, you don’t need any of that stuff,” You said, fighting a snicker.

“I don’t?”

“Nope. If you want to be my Valentine, all you have to do is ask, Riptide. And I would say yes.”

“You would?” Riptide’s frown turned into a hopeful grin.

“Yeah. I like you too.”

“Zowie,” Riptide exclaimed, having heard the word in an old Earth movie.

“Would you like to join me for a meal tonight at my place? We could make a night of it.”

Riptide nodded enthusiastically, “Sure would, Valentine. See you tonight.”

He ran off, hurrying to get his best energon for the evening; he was a Valentine, and it didn’t matter to you that he was new to it. This was going to be his best Valentine’s Day yet.

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[robots-and-writing]

A Cold Night In With The DJD

(TW: Cards Against Humanity, general dirty talking)

Tarn shivered in his office, a fuzzy blanket draped over his shoulders. It didn't do much, with the heating on the Messatine out for the day until repairs could be done. For now he would focus on paperwork to take his mind off the cold. He had personal reviews to read, repair papers to sign, the work had started piling up on his desk.

"Tarn?" Helex ducked into the office, the heat from his smelter warming up the room.

"What can I do for you, Helex?" Tarn let the blanket fall to the floor. Helex's warmth was enough to keep him comfortable.

"The others are in the rec room trying to stay warm, do you want to join us?" Tarn had been previously invited to join his team to stay warm and play a few card games. "I know it's not your favourite game, but we're about to start a round of Cards Against Cybertron." Hm. Helex was right. Tarn didn't like that game. But, he mused to himself, it will be valuable team building experience.

"I'll go." Helex's face showed a brief flash of surprise before he spoke.

"Sweet! I'll head back to the rec room, the others are waitin' for me." He gave a wave with one small hand and left. Tarn grabbed his data pad and soon followed suit. It wasn't too long before they had arrived at the rec room door, the lively conversation taking place inside audible through the door. The door opened to sighs of relief as the warmth of Helex's smelter returned, and the room started heating back up again. The other DJD members seemed surprised that Tarn even bothered to come, and even more surprised that he would participate in the game.

Kaon dealt out ten white cards for every player and put the black cards in the centre of the circle. "I'll be the first card czar." Drawing a card from the pile, he read out the prompt.

"I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure what you're suffering from is called… blank." 

Tarn looked at the cards he had in his hand. They were:

Unfathomable stupidity.

Having sex for the first time.

An older bot who knows their way around a spike.

The blood of primus.

Shaking a sparkling until it stops crying.

Poor life choices.

Licking things to claim them as your own.

Fellowship in primus.

Soundwave talking dirty.

A live studio audience.

Hmm.Tarn decided to play it safe, and tossed Poor life choices into the pile of white cards. He was still deciding if he was going to seriously play the game. Tarn could go with the typical responses. That meant likely not winning a single card. Or he could relax. Go with what he wanted to do. It is a team bonding exercise after all, it only makes sense to participate fully. 

Soon, everyone but Kaon had tossed a card in the pile. Kaon cleared his throat and read the card.

"I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure what you're suffering from is called…

Land mines. Yikes." Tesarus stifled a giggle.

"A microspike." Helex, Nickel and Tesarus laughed. Kaon only sighed in feigned exasperation, hiding a smile.

"Poor life choices." 

"Ghosts"

"Being rich." Kaon took a second to think over his choices. 

"Come on!" Tesarus chimed in. "The microspike has got to win." Helex was full on laughing at this point, Nickel was smirking next to him. Kaon glared as best as he could at Tess before declaring his verdict.

"Who played the Microspike?" Nickel raised her hand to nobody's surprise.

*********

"Do not go here! I found blank in my energon!" Helex read out. Tarn considered his options and decided to put The blood of Primus in the pile. Once again, it was time to read the cards.

"Do not go here!" Helex read out " I found…

"Some goddamn peace and quiet"

"Prisoners of war?" Kaon chuckled at that card. 

"The blood of primus." Helex saw the next one and hit his fist on the table and laughed. The suspense of not knowing what was on the card was tense. Vos chattered on in Primal Vernacular with an impish look to his eyes.

"My- my neck, my back, my valve and my aft." Everyone but Tarn laughed, though he did smile ever-so-slightly behind his mask. He stopped when he realized it though, he didn't want to give off the impression that he was that… uncouth.

"I think it's obvious who won this round." Nickel said. "Who played that last one?" Vos reached for the black card, triumphantly hissing as he took it in his hand.

*********

It was Nickel's turn next. Helex passed her a black card, which she read with a humorous smile.

"As the carrier of five rambunctious sparklings, I'm no stranger to… blank." Tarn had the perfect card for this one. He had picked up a two new cards since the beginning:

Insatiable bloodlust 

Sucking spike in a back alley

He didn't want to piss off Nickel, he knew he would pay for it later. So Tarn put in insatiable bloodlust. It's not that he was afraid of her. No way. He just had a healthy respect for her capabilities, that's all. Definitely. She took the cards and shuffled them, then picked the top one up to read it.

"As the carrier of five rambunctious sparklings, I'm no stranger to… 

"Sunshine and rainbows." Nickel chuckled. "Hah! As if."

"Letting everymech down."

"Insatiable bloodlust. Seems more likely, I already have to deal with five full-grown mechs, I definitely couldn't handle that many sparklings without at least a little murder!" The others chuckled a little before she continued.

"Judging everyone." Nickel grimaced at the next card and sighed.

"Maximal insertion?" Everyone but Nickel laughed a little, even Tarn. Helex and Vos on the other hand, were laughing the loudest at the card."Whoever played that card can go frag themselves to the pits. Frag this, Insatiable bloodlust wins. You all suck." Tarn smugly took the point, knowing he hadn't angered the tiny medic. She was currently glaring daggers at the others. Perhaps, he thought to himself, this isn't all that bad. He was quite enjoying himself after all. And it was his turn to judge now. He picked a random black card from the stack and read it.

*********

"The DJD now tortures traitors by subjecting them to… blank." I wonder what the odds are that of all people, I would be the one to draw this card? The others certainly seemed to find it funny, chuckling quietly to themselves as they searched their hands for the perfect card. Now that Tarn wasn't looking for a match as well, he could truly pay attention to the other DJD members and how they acted.

Nickel had a sharp gaze like a bird of prey, carefully judging each white card for the right play. Kaon however didn't seem to even be reading them, leaving it up to chance. He was the first to put down his card. Helex and Tesarus were smirking to themselves as they searched their hands for a good play. And Vos, well he was constantly talking to himself. Tarn could it pick out a few words, but not many. Soon they had all put their cards in a messy pile in front of him and left him to start reading.

"The DJD now tortures traitors by subjecting them to…"

"Semi-automatic weaponry." Makes sense, though maybe a little too much sense to be funny.

"Glitter." 

"Cuddling." While he did find the idea of going gentle on a traitor despicable, Tarn smiled at the thought of it. But the next card soured that rare smile.

"Two mechs one cube." Everyone else found it hilarious. Even Kaon was laughing, small sparks coming off his Tesla Coils. They were all a little tipsy at this point, even Tarn was feeling the effects of the alcohol, but he still cursed under his breath at the fact that he had to read that sentence out loud.

"Mutually assured destruction." Tarn recovered quickly from the last prompt and pondered his choice.

"Well at least we know there's no way I'll win!" Helex chided in loudly. He always got drunker than the others on game night, surprisingly being a lightweight.

"I'm guessing the weaponry one" Tesarus was also quite tipsy having finished a few shots of strong engex. "It's Tarn we're talkin' about!" Kaon agreed, and Vos nodded along too.

"Helex?" The table was silent as everyone looked at the four-armed mech then back at Tarn. 

"Yes sir?"

"Point well won." The table erupted into laughter and cheers. And this time, Tarn joined in.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Scenario to get creative with: Skyquake taking Dreadwing to brothel to "get loose" a bit. ;)

So I found this buried in my asks, and I’m shook because this is actually a VERY fun idea, so let’s fucking go, let’s get carried away with this fuckin idea.

“Ah ah ah, optics closed, brother.”

Dreadwing was usually the one in charge of their creation day celebrations,  but this year, Skyquake wanted to take the reigns. Dreadwing, being a bit of a pushover for his little brother, allowed him to take this one. He knew Cybertron better than he did, so he was expecting something new, something exciting, especially given his tone. Dreadwing allowed his little brother to guide him, optics offline and walking to Primus knows where. Then he finally stopped.

“Okay, open!”

Dreadwing looked around. A bit of an odd building. It didn’t have anything on the outside, apart from a glowing neon sign, depicting a fem blowing a kiss. Dreadwing raised a brow.

“Okay, you got me. What is this?”

“The one thing that makes this place a million times better than Caminus.”

Skyquake paused, clearly wanting his brother to take a moment to think. It then clicked.

“Brother! Are you telling me we’re at a BROTHEL? That’s not even legal-”

“On CAMINUS. Here in Cyberton, they’re quite popular, and this one is the best of the best.”

“Primus sake, how many of these have you seen?”

“I’m not flinging myself at any pretty fem I see, brother. I just like supporting local businesses. Besides, you’ve been so tense with work lately, you deserve just one night to relax. Come on, you trust your brother, do you not?”

Dreadwing hesitated. Skyquake had promised he was going to pay for the evening, and his intentions seemed honest. It felt rude to say no, as uncomfortable as he was. He sighed.

“Fine. Just, make this easy for me, and...be in a different room when you do your thing.”

“Because you need to see my aft when I’m giving it to a fem.”

“Brother.”

“Sorry, sorry, just trying to ease the mood. Come on, follow me.”

Skyquake pushed past the front door, and were met with mechs and fems alike, greeting them loudly. Dreadwing let his brother walk up to the counter as he looked around. There was quite a pretty bunch of mechs and fems around. Freshly waxed and painted, some in the laps of paying customers, some bringing out drinks, and quite a few giving him the optic.

“So, in short, we’re here to celebrate!”

Dreadwing just tuned in to what Skyquake was saying. He was talking to an older fem, who was quite fetching herself. Claws that looked like daggers, and optics that glistened in greed, she looked like she’d have her fair share of prey. She gave him a look over, and chuckled.

“Mmm. Handsome thing, that one is. First time in here, darling?”

“Yes, ma’am. We’re from Caminus, so this is...different.”

“Ah yes, these kinds of places are a big no no there, if I recall. Anyhow, don’t you worry, we’ll take good care of you both. A friend of Skyquake’s is a friend of ours, afterall.”

Skyquake shrugged as his brother gave him the side optic. While there was nothing wrong about visiting this place, Dreadwing was still kink shaming. Skyquake chuckled.

“Don’t look so nervous. They’re all quite kind, I assure you. Now, I’m paying for everything afterwards, I don’t want him to see just how much this is. He’s nosey like that.”

Dreadwing turned his helm away, a bit flustered to be caught in the act of peeking.

“I’m not nosey. I’m...observant.”

“Uh huh. Anyway, Is Maxima here tonight?”

“Yep, you’re lucky, she JUST got in. I’ll see if she’s willing to see you.”

“Maxima?”

Dreadwing found it odd that he was so specific on this particular fem. Skyquake scoffed.

“She’s just a fem. Don’t read too much into it.”

“You mentioned her by name, a bit late for that.”

The fem behind the counter chuckled, seeming to type something on her data pad, before leaning over at Dreadwing.

“Okay handsome, what do YOU like? You lookin’ for a wine and dine type, or a wham bam thank you ma’am?”

Dreadwing stammered. What a question to be asked. Skyquake snorted.

“We can’t afford taking ANYONE out tonight, so tell Cheesecake we gotta pass on that front. Just let him meet a few, see who he clicks with.”

“Can do. And Maxima just told me she’s got time to see you, so head to room one fifteen, you know where that is. Big blue, you’re with me.”

“Please don’t leave me alone. Not that you’re uh, not good company ma’am.”

Skyquake rolled his optics, patting his brother on his shoulder.

“If I didn’t trust them, we wouldn’t be here.”

Dreadwing sighed, before nodding. Skyquake left him to Primus knows where, and Dreadwing followed the fem ahead of him. She opened the door to a reasonable sized room, and the large couches signified it was meant as a sort of waiting room.

“Now, take a seat, we’ll have a few girls and boys pop in, see who you like. Once you find someone, you just come and give me a holler outside. Don’t be nervous, now.”

Dreadwing sat down, and let her leave. He was alone in this room now, and he felt tense. He had the occasional bout of intercourse, but that was SO long ago. Relationships of any sort just felt...odd to him now, as if the only other bot he could interact with, was his own brother. It was a bit sad, if he thought about it for too long. Enough so, that meeting all these mechs and fems did nothing for him. Some of the fems were pretty and sweet, some of the mechs were charming and handsome, but none of them really caught his optics. He was about ready to call it quits, when one remained.

“Hello. I’m Orion Pax.”

He was a small, cute little thing. Amongst the shiny paint jobs, fresh wax, and fish nets, he stuck out like a sore servo. Dreadwing couldn’t help but look at him up and down, perplexed.

“I’m sorry, you...work here?”

“As a part time job, yes. It’s nice to have a little extra credits to spend on the weekends. May I sit next to you?”

All the other’s did the same thing, but for some reason, this made him...nervous. He nodded however, scooting a bit to allow him to sit.

“Everyone is talking about how difficult you are to please. I take it you aren’t quite like your brother.”

“Primus I should hope not.”

That made little Orion chuckle. He pulled out a data pad from his sub space.

“You seem a bit tense. Poetry always relaxes me, personally. Would It help to read you something I wrote?”

“Please, I do love my fair share of poetry.”

The little bot cleared his vocal processor.

“Migrating answers

Beast of love discovers all

Bargain intertwined.”

“That’s...rather lovely. Did you write that?”

“Yes actually. I dabble in poetry in my free time, and more often than not, my sweetspark double checks my work.”

“Does...your sweetspark know you do this?”

“Of course. And he’s fine with it. He isn’t...around a lot, and sometimes you just need a big mech to-”

His face suddenly flared, and he hid it past his data pad.

“I..shouldn’t have said that, ignore it.”

Dreadwing chuckled, pushing the data pad down. What pretty optics, this little bot has.

“There’s...nothing really wrong with that, honestly. You like big mechs, and I like...well, you quite frankly.”

There was an odd moment of silence between them, before Dreadwing pressed his lips against his. There was no resistance, no uncomfortable tension. Dreadwing wanted him, and he clearly felt the exact same. Orion pulled away, cheeks still aflame. Even if this was just some kind of act to draw in more customers, Dreadwing didn’t care. It FELT honest, and the shy little poet angle was adorable. He was cute, innocent, and Dreadwing wanted to frag him till his processor malfunctioned. Orion clearly felt the same way, given how he lingered for a moment, before tapping his servo.

“I...have to go. Don’t forget my name.”

Dreadwing wanted to just take him here and now, but he was not the kind of mech to break etiquette, especially in new places. He waited for little Orion to walk out of the room, waited a moment, and the fem from before popped her helm in.

“So, you got your pick of the litter. Anyone-”

“Orion Pax. The small fellow.”

Realizing he sounded a bit too eager, he cleared his vocal processor. How desperate was he? Not even letting her finish her sentence. She chuckled, before motioning him to follow her once again.

“Let’s get you a room big guy. Feel like if I keep you two apart any longer, you’ll start breaking doors down.”

Dreadwing slipped past the other mechs and fems, and was brought to another room. It felt so much more intimate in here than the previous room. A nice, soft looking berth, soft music being played in the background, and the best part? A little Orion Pax. Standing there, in a rather thin looking night gown. The fem chuckled, nudging his side.

“Don’t let his size fool you. He’s sturdy.”

She slipped out, and Orion groaned in humiliation.

“I’m sorry about that, she uh, has no idea what she’s talking about.”

“Are you saying you’re NOT sturdy?”

Dreadwing had no idea where that question came from. He delivered it so eagerly, it made BOTH of their faces feel flushed. Orion rubbed the back of his helm, finally putting his gaze back upon him.

“I...I mean, I wouldn’t say THAT…”

Dreadwing had no idea he’d be so easily wooed by someone so small. Orion gestured to the berth.

“Do you uh, want a massage? We usually do that to kinda ease customers into it.”

“I don’t need easing in, to be frank.”

Dreadwing had no idea what came over him. He was on Orion like some hound dog, lifting him off the floor, and practically flinging him onto berth. He pressed his lips against his, and Orion did nothing to fight it. His little servos ran across his chest, dipped in between those nooks and crannies of his armor. Dreadwing savored those touches. Savored the way he groaned into his lips, savored the way he smelled even. Orion pulled away, servos lightly caressing his face. 

“You...should open your spike panel. A big mech like you needs to be taken care of.”

It might have been just sweet talk, but Primus this little one had such a way with words. Dreadwing pushed off of him, popping open his spike panel. He was almost embarrassed, how pressurized his spike was already. There was greed in his optics, and he sat up, using his little servos to grab and stroke his girth.

“Something...tells me you aren’t as innocent as I thought previously.”

Orion chuckled, rubbing his cheek against the thick, eager spike.

“I...just like big mechs. And you’re as big as they come. You deserve to feel SO good.”

Orion pushed the tip past his lips, and Dreadwing felt himself tense up. Such a little mouth, with such a wanting, skilled glossa. His glossa was small, just like the rest of him, but with the way it circled around him, the way he let the drool dribble down his base. Dreadwing couldn’t help but have his helm toss back as the little mech only took him further. This wasn’t the first time he took a spike that size, he doubted it’d be the last. After a good, solid moment of lubing up his spike, Orion pulled away. Orion laid on his back, opening both his legs, and his valve panel. He made quite the show; playing and kneading at his already soaked folds. Dreadwing couldn’t help but stroke himself, and that seemed to only egg on the little bot.

“If I can be lewd for a moment...I want you to frag me as hard as you can. I want to feel that big, throbbing spike inside of me. And YOU want my little valve.”

He was right. Dreadwing leaned forward, putting his servo over his little chest, as if he’d try to run away from him.

“When you say as hard as you can, I do hope you understand I do not take that lightly.”

“Oh trust me, I know what I’m asking for. Come on big mech. Give it to me. Use me. Fuck me.”

Such pretty words, they could be poetry in itself. Dreadwing no longer hesitated. He pushed himself past the lips, and instead of taking it slowly, Dreadwing just stuffed himself right inside, fully and totally. Orion threw his helm back, little servos clinging to his back desperately.

“Are you hurt? Should I-”

“Don’t you pull out. Don’t you dare.”

That was all the permission Dreadwing needed. He was done being nice. He started thrusting into him, his hips clanging against his own. Dreadwing wasn’t merciful; having enough force in his thrust to move the berth itself. Orion’s mouth was a tool for evil, first being used to charm him into this berth, now using it to arouse him further. The way he cried out for him, the way he cried for more, the way he screamed, as if for mercy. Dreadwing kept his face shoved into that sweet, soft neck of his, and the little one wasn’t even spared his bites. Orion’s breath was hot, husky in his audial.

“You can bite me harder, big boy. Take a bite out of me, like I know you want.”

A good, harsh bite not only made his neck bleed, but made Orion squeal in ecstasy. Dreadwing knew he wasn’t going to last very long, not with a tight valve like this, not with a mech so hungry for his touch. When Orion grabbed fist fulls of his aft (with a rather surprising grip), he was forced into an overload. He panicked, realizing he was still inside, before he pulled out. He ended up showering the little mech in his pink, hot load. The sight of the little mech bathed in the afterglow, was enough to make Dreadwing want him yet again. Orion wiped his face with his servo, and licked it off, sighing in content.

“You...REALLY needed that, didn’t you?”

“More...than I thought, honestly. I apologize, I don’t know what’s the polite thing to do from here. Am I supposed to...give you a tip, or-”

“You gave me a LOT more than a tip, big mech.”

Orion chuckled, one hand leaning down to help ease fluids out of his gaping valve. This little mech was so quick witted, so eager to pull him further into affection. Dreadwing was about to go for a second round, when there was a knock at their door.

“Time’s up you two. Everything alright?”

“Just fine! He was just saying he wants to buy more time.”

Dreadwing was about to speak against that, as he said no such thing, until Orion held onto his helm, taking a nip out of his chin. Dreadwing lightly gulped.

“I...suppose I could use more time. It IS my creation day, after all.”

“Good to hear! Go on you two, I’ll check in later!”

As the voice left, Orion chuckled.

“Now that we have just a little more time...how do you feel about letting me at YOUR valve?”

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Dreadwing lost track of time as he walked out of that room. His brother had been waiting there for what seemed like a while, given the relief on his face.

“Primus sake, there you are! You were in there for SO long, thought someone was killing you or something.”

“I...apologize. I lost track of time.”

Skyquake chuckled, shaking his helm.

“Alright, let’s see the damage here…”

Skyquake handled the final bill for them both, and Dreadwing was too lost in his thoughts to peek over his shoulder. He did some rather...embarrassing things in there. Sure he liked it all, but he didn’t like figuring out all these secret kinks he seemed to have. No matter.

What were the odds he was going to see him again, anyway?

[libermachinae]

Lost Light/Rodimus

Notes: No, I don’t mean the crew. Unedited bc I’ve already spent way more time on this crack fic than I meant to. Rated G, no warnings apply, 2K.

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It wasn’t Brainstorm’s fault, entirely.

“How the hell did you make a metrotitan spark?”

Just mostly.

“Well, it’s actually an extremely complicated, delicate, precise procedure,” Brainstorm said as they ran for their lives through shifting, narrowing corridors, Rodimus’ engine gunning to keep up with the jet. “It’s something other scientists have been trying to crack since before the war started, but between the exact measurements of the photonic supercrystal and the pattern of coding charges, no one else ever managed to—”

“Okay, forget how!” Rodimus shouted. “I don’t care about how! Or why! Or even at what point you decided to make a massive t-cog to go with it—”

“Actually, Perceptor cracked that one.”

“—or how you got it past Riptide and the rest of security! I don’t care!” A wall appeared front of them; Rodimus swerved around it while Brainstorm pulled into a neat roll. A wingtip brushed Rodimus’ roof. “Assuming we survive this any other way than First Aid scraping our pancaked frames off a random corridor wall, you’re going to tell the whole story to Megatron, and he can use all the practice he’s had with me to tell you exactly how terrible an idea this was.”

“Pancaked?”

“Earth term. Watch out!”

The hallway to the shuttle bay disappeared behind two shifting plates, and Rodimus had just enough time to brake and avoid being crushed. Brainstorm pulled up and transformed, landing at Rodimus’ side.

“Oh, this isn’t good,” he said.

“No kidding?” Rodimus angled his mirrors to look around, but every glance just revealed fewer directions to escape to. “We’re trapped.”

“Not that,” Brainstorm said. “We’re in the abdomen.”

“Belly of the ship, sure.”

“In root mode, the Lost Light’s power core is situated in the lower decks, under multiple layers of plating and insulation to keep the heat from frying everyone around it.” Brainstorm traced a small circle on the plating just underneath his cockpit, then drew it up, toward his chest. “When Perceptor was designing the transformation sequence, though, we couldn’t quite work out how to transport the core with all its extra plating. So, we just, hm, put a pin in it.”

Rodimus stared.

“So, what you’re saying is—”

Brainstorm pointed to the ceiling.

“The power core is one level above us right now. As soon as the transformation sequence is completed, it’s going to come online. The Lost Light’s designed to handle that kind of output, but not standard Cybertronians.”

“So, right now, this moment, we’re standing in the smelter, waiting for it to come on.”

“More like in front of the smelter after the blast doors have malfunctioned, but yeah.”

“Okay!” Rodimus revved his engine. “Well, that’s no good! We’re getting out of here.” He glanced around again. The walls were thick, but there had to be a weakness somewhere. “Don’t you have a drill gun? Or a drill you reformatted into a gun that can still be used as a drill?”

“I have a regular gun.”

“You do not.”

“I do!” Brainstorm insisted, pulling the standard issue pistol from subspace. “I was just about to see if I could do something about the problem of a finite ammo capacity (spoiler, I could’ve) when Light’s t-cog started spinning. I have others on me, but nothing that’s gotten the Perceptor stamp yet.”

“Everything else you’ve got will kill us if we fire it?”

“Might,” Brainstorm corrected, “they might kill you. Percy just hasn’t had time to test them yet.”

“Okay, fine.” Rodimus glanced around once more, optics falling on one feature he’d thus far overlooked. “You know what? We can work with this.”

  It’s a simple fact that if you’re desperate to have floor-to-ceiling windows along the vehicle-accessible corridors of your miles-wide spaceship, they’re going to need to be reinforced. Heavily. A full round of shots fired at point-blank from a non-infinite pistol might be enough to get a crack in it, but that’s about it.

Of course, if you then ram that crack with a Matrix-armored sports car dropped from the undercarriage of a speeding jet, you might get somewhere.

Rodimus hit the window bumper-first, vibrations from the impact traveling in both directions throughout his frame. Whatever he was feeling, though, the window was having a much worse time: the crack stretched and exploded, shards of glass whipping out into the empty density of space. Rodimus went with them, and for a brief second he feared he would never stop going, before strong arms and the sound of thrusters secured him.

::We’re alive!:: Brainstorm’s comm crackled to life in his audial. ::And assuming at least a couple people listened to Minimus’ instructions, we should be looking at a good—oh frag.::

::What? How bad is it?:: Rodimus tried to angle his mirrors, but two teal wings blocked his view.

::It’s fine! Don’t worry!::

::That’s my ship, Brainstorm, of course I’m going to worry!::

::It’s alright, Rodimus.::

::Who was—::

A white hand appeared in front of them, large enough that Rodimus could have done donuts on its palm, large enough to punch a moon clear through. Brainstorm’s thrusters were straining to slow them down while Rodimus’ emergency brake slammed on, but momentum seemed committed to mashing them like a reverse rustbug.

The hand shifted, flipping over so the palm was underneath Rodimus, scooping up until his tires were just skidding across the metal surface. Forgetting to release his brake, his swerved before he came to a stop, swinging around and taking in the full view of his ship as, with a final ripple, her plating shifted into place.

She glowed. From the fuel rods around the corona of her helm and the winding lanes of windows around her arms, legs, and sides, light streamed from her, but not so much that she hurt to look at. Her optic band was a solid magenta and, Rodimus suspected, unseeing, but even that gave off a light that drew the eye, even as Rodimus felt the increased pressure of the hand lifting them up. In their ascent, they passed her chestpiece, the bow of the ship, and through the viewscreen Rodimus saw a decent portion of his crew, staring back out at him.

They came to a halt in front of her faceplate, and from this distance Rodimus could see the wavering patterns of optical lights, perhaps attempting to generate an expression. Ratchet would demand a look at Perceptor’s coding, he thought, a moment before the Lost Light’s voice returned.

::Hello, Rodimus, Brainstorm.::

::You gave her a comm suite?:: Rodimus asked, glancing at Brainstorm.

::Didn’t you check the ident?:: Brainstorm returned. ::She’s using the communications hub.::

::Oh.:: He glanced at her again. ::Can you access all of our major systems like that?::

::Yes.::

::Cool. Neat.:: An independent Cybertronian with the ability to quantum jump. And they’d been doing so well staying off the bad side of this reality’s Galactic Council.

::Do you have a name?:: he asked.

The optic lights wavered, shifting without meaning.

::Of course,:: she said. ::Drift named me Lost Light.::

Rodimus spluttered.

::How do you know that?::

::I have complete access to all in-network records,:: she said. ::My ‘memories’ extend as far back as my registration five million years ago, though they become more comprehensive within the last several decades, starting with the commencement of your quest.::

::Anything anyone ever dispersed via in-house networks, saved to a private console, or was automatically logged by the systems is up for grabs,:: Brainstorm said. ::Makes introductions pretty simple, at least.::

::Sounds like a fancy way of saying she’s got the worst possible first impression of everyone, but sure, that’s an optimistic way of looking at it.:: Brainstorm had climbed off him, so he transformed and took two steps forward. ::I’m Rodimus, your co-captain. Though, you already seem to know that.::

::Yes. I know all of you.:: For a moment, Rodimus thought they were moving again, but it was the large helm tilting forward. ::Thank you, by the way, Brainstorm. Though I unfortunately agree with Minimus Ambus’ preliminary assessment of your actions, I do appreciate this opportunity to be alive.::

::Like creator, like creation, I guess!::

::Wait, you talked with Minimus?:: Rodimus asked.

::Of course. I’m speaking to everyone right now,:: Lost Light said. ::I’ve been looking forward to this.::

::Wow. You’re either going to be Swerve and Misfire’s missing trinemate, or their biggest competition.::

::I do not find either of those options appealing.::

::Oh, yeah, that’s fine!:: He waved his hands. ::Just a joke. You can do whatever you want, now, you’re your own bot. Well, within reason, I guess. We might need to make another new officer position for you, and then—::

::I will continue to perform my duties, Rodimus. You have no need to worry in that regard.::

::Oh, good.:: Rodimus’ spoiler sagged and a few bubbles of trapped air escape his vents. Brainstorm’s scheme hadn’t dehomed them, at least.

::If you wouldn’t mind hearing it, I do have a request.::

Rodimus’ spoiler twitched back up.

::Sure!:: he said. ::After everything we’ve put you through, we owe you, huh?::

::I would prefer you not consider it that way,:: she said. The connection crystalized and strengthened into a private transfer as Lost Light cleaved Brainstorm into his own channel. ::After reviewing the records, I find I admire you, Rodimus.::

He stared.

::Oh?::

::Despite what you call a poor first impression, I have observed a crew that cares for each other and looks after its most vulnerable, with you as the spark that inspires such communal behavior. You act for the good of others, you encourage selflessness and self-improvement. Does that sound correct?::

There was nothing to hide behind on the palm of her hand. That observation could not kill Rodimus’ instinct to flee.

::I, uh. I don’t know?::

A flicker around the optic band again.

::Oh. My apologies. I have only just started to engage in pattern recognition, and it is possible my assessment is—::

::It’s fine!:: Rodimus assured. ::Sorry, you did fine. Um, yeah, I guess you could say all those things about me. Not everyone would, but if that’s what the logs are telling you, you should trust your instincts. Maybe just like, make sure to update them with your own observations?::

::Acknowledged.:: There was a pause, and Rodimus imagined she was sorting the suggestion among her priority trees. ::I will maintain my assessments as an ongoing process. However, if I am utilizing my initial understanding of each crew member as a basis to form a more informed conception of their character, then it is logical to assume that there must be some element of validity to my initial evaluations, correct?::

::Uh, sure?::

::Excellent.:: Her whole visor brightened, a straightforward positive that must have been easier for her programming to calculate than the emotions it had been trying to convey before. ::Then it is not unreasonable for me to hold to my initial conviction that I admire you, Rodimus. If you have time, I would like to get to know you better.::

::Huh. Uh.:: He hated to make assumptions, but the way her visor sparkled seemed more coordinated now. ::Can you give me one moment?::

::Of course.::

He hopped into a channel so well worn it felt like sinking into his own thoughts.

::Rodimus? Are you okay?::

::I’m fine, Drift,:: he said. ::Just, uh, need some advice.::

::Just advice? Not a rescue? Rewind and Perceptor managed to map out a way down to the shuttle bay, if you need an out.::

::No, no,:: he insisted. ::I’m just… I really don’t want to assume anything, but I think it’s possible my ship just asked me out?::

::Oh, yeah.::

::Oh, yeah?::

::I mean, she did,:: Drift said. ::Before you and Brainstorm broke free, she commed everyone, introduced herself, told them her favorite thing she knew about them, then asked about you.::

::Do I… want to know what she asked about?::

::Depended on the person. Swerve got interrogated about whether you’re available.::

::Swerve?::

::The Lost Light Insider pegged him for a rumor monger and she ran with it.::

::Cool. Great.::

::Hey. Really, you okay up there? Tailgate’s halfway through the vents, we can come get you, if you need.::

Rodimus pointed his gaze down to the deck, though he was too far away to see anyone individually. It was possible the ship’s exterior cameras were still streaming to the command screens, in which case Drift would undoubtedly catch his disapproval.

::Please make sure Tailgate doesn’t get squished, I don’t need Cyclonus seeking vengeance against our ship.::

::Sure. But seriously, Rodimus, are you okay?::

Rodimus spun his wheels with a flick.

::I’m fine. I just… isn’t this, I don’t know, kind of taking advantage?::

::I mean, she asked you, and—wait, are you interested?::

His engine heated up and Rodimus started to pace.

::I don’t know! Maybe?::

::Aw, Rodimus!:: He could imagine Drift’s face: goofy smile, softly dimmed optics. ::Hang on, I’m patching Ratchet in.::

::No, hang on, you don’t have to—::

::You’re saying yes?:: Ratchet demanded as the new connection crackled through.

::I don’t know,:: Rodimus insisted. ::I could? She’s attractive. And she knows a lot about me and hasn’t decided I’m worthless slag.::

::Rodimus,:: Drift chided.

::Hey, look, I’m not saying that about myself,:: he countered. ::Just that it’s a conclusion she could have come to, but didn’t. And I guess I kind of like that?:: He shrugged. ::I wouldn’t mind getting to know her. First new Cybertronian we’ll meet for a long time, you know?::

::Sure,:: Ratchet said. ::Follow her lead, but be up front about your expectations.::

::Both of you will have bots looking out for you,:: Drift promised. ::Seems like she and Nautica are already hitting it off pretty well.::

::Alright.:: Rodimus smiled. ::Okay, thanks guys. I think I can handle it from here.::

::Sure you can,:: Drift said.

Rodimus cut the call and switched back to Lost Light’s channel. Brainstorm was wandering around behind him, still engaged in his own animated conversation with his creation.

::Still with me?:: he asked.

::Of course.::

::Great,:: he said, offering her a smile and a flicker of his headlights. ::So, yeah, I’m down to spend more time together.:: He leaned down until he was sitting, crosslegged, on her open palm, brushing the smooth metal with his own hand. ::You can tell me all about what it was like that time we were getting chased by space pirates.::

::I look forward to it,:: she said. The platform of her hand drifted closer, until Rodimus could have reached out and brushed his fingertips against his facemask. He could have felt afraid, then, but he didn’t. Instead, he felt a warm light in his spark as he regarded Light, the familiarity and comfort that came with meeting an old friend face to face for the first time.

[peachesncremate]

How about Cyclonus and Brainstorm getting it on when Cyclonus tries to explain what Brainstorm's wings have been saying (with lots of appropriate tactile demonstrations of course)?

(Aka brainstorm-has-a-praise-kink.doc)

“If you don’t learn how to speak properly with your wings i’m going to wrench them off-” Brainstorm froze where Cyclonus had cornered him in the bar, looking startled. “Excuse me?” “Your damnable wings. Either stop projecting your desperate attempts at garnering interest to the whole ship or I’m going to rip them off and be rid of the problem.” He didn’t look any less dumbstruck as he stared at the purple jet. He replied again “Huh?” His wings tipped asymmetrically. 

Confused, clueless. Cyclonus looked exhausted, running a clawed servo over his own face. “You are hopeless-” He reached out, grabbing the scientist by his wing to drag him out of the bar. The appendage twitched hard in his tight grip. “Wait- wait, wait where are we going?” “To give you lessons.”

They stood in Cyclonus’s empty habsuite now, Cyclonus manually moving Brainstorm’s wings into position to show him how to communicate properly. “Up and back like this, you do this one quite often, you’re saying you’re annoyed. See how it looks on my wings?” “It looks no different than the last two you showed me, how am I supposed to notice those changes on your tiny wings?” they flicked back into the annoyed position Cyclonus was trying to show perfectly. “Yes, see, like that. Good.” Cyclonus didn’t need the scientist to speak to make it obvious that his words of praise was affecting Brainstorm in an… unconventional way. His wings- his over-expressive, blunt, oblivious wings which had started this issue in the first place- did a very good job of conveying that. I’ll be good, don’t stop, look at me-

It was enough to make him freeze, staring at the shorter jet with a hint of shock. “Is this… exciting you?” Brainstorm laughed nervously. “I have no idea what you’re talking about-” his wings twitched. 

Embarrassed, unsure, disappointed- Cyclonus forced his own wings into a neutral position, deciding to ignore it. “Hm. You know annoyance now. Show me happy.” It took Brainstorm a moment to get the tilt right, but his wings flicked up into the gesture even if it was a bit clumsy. “A little more back, like this.” He pressed gently until his wing tipped correctly. “Good-” They flicked immediately back up into another pleased motion. 

Keep looking, see i’m good- Brainstorm watched Cyclonus’ optics track his wing movements. They immediately folded back in embarrassment again. Cyclonus couldn’t deny that, as annoying as he seemed to be, Brainstorm painted a rather alluring picture up close and desperate for attention like this. He fell into the impulse and grabbed his wings, tracing the downward askew angle they had taken. “Embarrassed. You can’t lie to me, not with these. Are you that desperate for praise that once you get it you melt?” 

Brainstorm made an unintelligible noise, his wings pressing up into Cyclonus’s hands. They were begging. More, please touch, look at me, i’m so good, look at me. He traced up the new angle, still showing him what he was saying. “Here, you’re saying ‘Look at me.’ I’m looking at you, I see you. You don’t have to beg me you shameless thing.” His voice had dropped into a growl. 

The teal jet choked out a staticky “Oh Primus-” his wings flicking down and then up in an open display of want. Cyclonus’ engine purred. “How about you guess what you’re telling me now?” “I- I--” Brainstorm stuttered, his wings flicking again “I want-” “Hm? Want what?” He leaned in closer, feeling Brainstorm shiver against him. “Anything- Oh, Primus, this is-” His plating shuddered.  “I want you to keep talking-” “Good bot. See, it isn’t so hard to learn what you’re saying, is it?” Cyclonus watched as Brainstorm slumped against the wall and practically whined. This was rapidly spiralling out of control, but Cyclonus couldn’t find it in himself to care. He carefully ran the tips of his claws over the bottom edge of the wings. “Can you show me ‘please’ now?” He growled low into Brainstorm’s audial. Brainstorm’s cooling fans clicked on at the same time that his wings dipped down perfectly into a begging position. “Such a good, smart mech. Look at how pretty your wings move when you think about what to say with them.” Cyclonus palmed over Brainstorm’s modesty cover with one hand, tracing the angle of his wing with the other. “Now, tip them up like this, a little further up- good, this is flirtatious. This is saying ‘come get me’.” Brainstorm made a choked off noise, flicking his wings between pleading and flirtatious with this newfound information. He rocked against Cyclonus’s hand, his modesty plating snapping back. Cyclonus removed his hand “Oh Primus- Come on, will you just-” “Say it with your wings and I might consider giving you what you want.” Cyclonus tapped the wing he was holding with the tips of his fingers. they dipped down into a plead again, fluttering in a coy ‘frag me’ sort of way. He plunged two of his fingers into Brainstorm’s valve as soon as his wings dipped, screwing them roughly in and out. Brainstorm’s wings flicked up into a happy position. yes, more, good. 

The desperate sound that his vocalizer made caused Cyclonus’ fans to kick on. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The purple jet ground his palm against Brainstorm’s anterior node, lubricant dripping over his fingers and making the sound of them disappearing into the white and teal valve absolutely obscene. Brainstorm wiggled and arched, trying to spear himself further onto the digits pumping into him. He started to say something, but stopped short with a whine when Cyclonus gave him a pointed look. His wings moved instead, begging. More, I want it, give me more.

Cyclonus sunk a third digit into him easily. “That’s it, you’re so wet for me. Tell me what you want, you’re doing so well.” Brainstorm threw his helm back against the wall, his leg hiking up to give Cyclonus a better angle. His wings beat out a pattern of desperate, want more, close, please please please-

Who was Cyclonus to deny that kind of a request? He ground his palm harder against Brainstorm’s anterior node, thrusting the three fingers hard and fast into the dripping valve, grinding them against his ceiling node at the apex of the movement until the teal jet was almost screaming out his overload. His wings jerked back into an overwhelmed and pleased motion, electricity dancing up his frame until he slumped back against the wall, fans working hard to cool off. 

Brainstorm looked completely wrecked, wings still never shutting up. Satisfied, happy, look at how pretty I am.   “So, when can we make time for lesson two?” Cyclonus picked him up, pinning him against the wall, his own wings dipping to say challenge accepted, want, mine.

[adabofblessings]

Halloween is coming! How about Children telling ghost stories with bots :D

Honestly i was planning on doing a fic but i never had the time to finish it....so we just gonna do this and I'll post the thing when I actually have a boost of serotonin of writing fics :)

So ghost stories. You could say that Miko had this all planned. And to be absolutely, 100%, yes. She did plan this since the moment October rolled around. She kept on updating Jack and Raf about what they should do. Nothing extravagant but still being up spoopy vibes, y'know?

Then Raf brings up an idea.

Ghost stories.

Didn't seem to bad, right? Go to a spooky place and maybe make a fire and get a good creepy ghost book and read them out. Although Miko was hoping for something more exciting, like a party, but she knows that Optimus doesn't party and she wants everyone to enjoy this spooky holiday. But she does come up with a plan that will make things more interesting.

Halloween comes around and the children are dressed up in their costumes. Jack is dressed as a Zombie with a ripped shirt and jeans and fake blood on his face and clothes. Raf ia dressed as a vampire, with the black billowing capes and fake teeth. Miko is a witch, a pointy hat adorning her head and a robe surrounding her thin frame.

When Miko comes to the base, she makes an exciting proposition for the Autobots to partake in!

"Lets go to Delaware!" Miko announces.

The medic is puzzled. Why? He asks and she just shrugs and says its a history thing. So without much thinking and actually considering that Miko cares about her homework history (somewhat, he knows that Miko is a fragging smart child for her own age)

What really confuses him that Miko wants everyone to come. Even Optimus. Jack and Raf doesn't know whats going on and they have a slight suspicion that they know what their friend is up to.

Eventually Bulkhead helps and encourage the others to come to Miko's chosen destination. Arcee and Ratchet are sus af, but Bumblebee, Raf and Jack are just watching shit go down at this point.

Soon enough Optimus is in the middle of this and he basically makes everyone to learn about "earth's wonderful histories and nature"

When Ratchet begrudgingly types in the coordinates, Miko is bouncing off the walls with excitement.

When they enter the groundbridge, they were expecting a nice forest. While it was a forest, there were old mossy and wooden houses around the area. The Sun was setting and heavy fogs were surrounding them

Optimus was about to scold Miko for bringing in them where people are habited here, but he slowly starts to see how the small village looked...abandoned and unused.

"Don't worry big guy! This is an abandoned witch village!"

"Witch Village?!" Jack and Raf screams out, their tones frantic.

"Yup!"

As the bots look closely, they see satanic symbols carved into the dead wood, all written in a darkish red color. Man-made altars as well. There are many of dead twigs and leaves in circles while broken pieces of pottery are scattered around the ground. Even bones.

They are in questioning. Why did Miko bring them here? Why?

"Alright! Bulkhead mind getting me firewood and light it up?"

Jack and Raf are protesting and pleading for Ratchet to open the groundbridge but Optimus insists on staying.

"It is abandoned," he soothes. "Nothing will come to harm you."

Oh these innocent aliens don't know what they're bringing themselves into...

When the fire is lit and everyone is in the circle, the wind is howling and the flames are flickering. Miko is between the two boys, who are glaring at her akin to terror and annoyance.

Then she smiles happily and starts.

"Y'know, i picked this out because its one of these villages that are still known to haunted."

"Haunted?" Optimus asks.

Miko explains that this village was speculated to be inhabited by witches who did rituals to bring the dead alive or get demons and wrote satanic symbols. Optimus and the rest of the bots cringe. He was Never the one to like rituals, especially in the form of what humans do.

From what Jack and Raf told him, it was practically a supernatural thing and many of the humans call it blasphemy. Many people in the Salem witch trials were killed in finding women and men using magic.

"Every year, about 30 people disappear from this very forest, never to be found," Miko says.

She continues with a story of how a person went in this forest, only to disappear and never been seen. Only years later when they found the body of the person, no limbs attached and the head cut off clean. Then more years pass and some children decided to play around the forest.

They soon find a hole and what they discover is a severed arm. This New discovery gets the attention of the local people and they soon find themselves looking for the rest of the deceased persons limbs.

What's crazy is that they did find the rest of the limbs...and their head dispersed in different areas. The sad part is that half of those searchers never left the forest. And their bodies never found.

"Some say that you can hear the screams of the lost people in the forest. You could also see smoke rise up at night. If you're quiet enough you could probably hear laughing in here..."

When she finished, everyone is silent.

While Optimus would consider it history, it was quite a horrifying history. Hes interested but hes also creeped out, as well as Bulkead, Arcee, Bumblebee, Ratchet and Jack and Raf.

Jack and Raf internally scream as she starts with another story.

[kittydemon9000]

Unfortunate Timing

*silently slides to @kabuki-akuma* I did a thing for PrimeDeck

AO3

***

Optimus was a worried mess.

Well, maybe not a mess. Sure he was a little upset that Sentinel was coming, and worried about how he’d react to the Braves, and scared that he go off about how bots made by humans weren’t anything more than drones, and-

Yah know what, scratch that. He wasn’t worried. He was terrified.

Instead of The Steelhaven, Sentinel has arrived on a smaller, nameless ship by himself. Ultra Magnus saw no need to send the giant ship, as it was just a small check-in. The visit was only supposed to last a few hours, after all.

Unfortunately, the Brave Police had just gotten a new lead on a case, which just so happened to lead to Primus fragging Detroit, Michigan at the same time.

Not like Optimus didn’t enjoy the Braves company. Drill Boy, Bumblebee, Sari, and Yuuta (and occasionally Power Joe) got along amazingly, and so did Shadowmaru and Prowl. Gunmax was always looking for an excuse to visit Jazz and was around often enough that the team was used to him. Duke was often seen with Ratchet learning first aid, and McCrane and Dumpson were often just drifting around. 

And Deckerd… Optimus really connected with the leader of the Braves. The two often spent hours talking about their respective teams, plans, past adventures, and other such things. Deckerd actually helped Optimus build up some confidence during his small visits.

“Hey there, Optimus ol’ buddy.” a familiar voice snapped Optimus from his thoughts, along with the sound of transforming. Bulkhead and Ratchet were the (un)lucky winners of their small vote to get Sentinel. Optimus would have done it if nothing else than to spare his teammates the drive, but he, along with Jazz, were immediately excluded from the vote. If it were up to Ratchet,  the two would’ve been locked in the med bay for the duration of Sentinel’s visit. Something about “for their own good and mental health.”

“Sentinel,” Optimus answered. Sentinel scowled at the lack of rank acknowledgment but didn’t say anything about it.

“Let go!” a hyper voice said from the hallway, followed by a clang of metal and a not very quiet “SHHH!”. Optimus cursed internally. Sometimes the similarities between Bumblebee and Drill Boy were uncanny. He says stay quiet, and the opposite happens.

Sentinel looked at the hallway in confusion, but it quickly became a smirk.

“Unauthorized personnel on Earth?” he started. “You know the rules, Optimus.”

Optimus let out a sigh. He put it off for as long as he could, which was 3 hours less than he wanted, but still.

“You guys can come out now,” he called.

Slowly, each of the eight robot police officers, plus Jazz, entered from the hallway. Drill Boy was clutching to his helm while wilting from a glare from Power Joe, making it clear who did what. Jazz and Gunmax were close to each other, with Jazz slightly behind Gunmax. Deckerd stood in the front of the group, orange optics shining.

Sentinel actually looked shocked for a few seconds, clearly not expecting such a large group, before giving Optimus that smirk. The same smirk he always gave when he caught even the smallest mistake Optimus made.

“Really, Optimus? One or two might’ve been excusable, but eight.” That was a lie and they both knew it. Sentinel wouldn’t have hesitated to report even a single “unauthorized” bot on Earth.

“What are you talking about?” Deckerd asked, drawing away Sentinel’s attention. Optimus let out a silent breath now that Sentinel’s optics weren’t tearing into his very spark.

“Well you see, Optimus here is supposed to report any and all Cybertronians on Earth, which he very clearly hasn’t done,” Sentinel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But….” Drill Boy started. “We’re not Cybertronians.”

Sentinel balked.

“What?”

“We’re. Not. Cy-ber-tro-ni-ans.” Drill Boy repeated, this time much slower. Bumblebee snickered as Sentinel grew furious.

“I heard you the first time!” he snapped.

“Then why’d you ask?” Drill asked innocently, adding a small head tilt to really sell it. Sentinel let out an angry groan and facepalmed.

A small smile threatened to tug at Optimus’s lips, but he kept his face stoic. It would only make Sentinel more upset.

“The point is that Optimus didn’t report you, which is strictly against the rules he put into place. Isn’t that right, ol’ buddy?”

Optimus let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensors. It was one of the many things he had picked up from his time spent on Earth.

But just as he was about to answer, Deckerd beat him to it.

“Optimus did no such thing.” Sentinel stared at Deckerd.

“Of course he did! He-“ but Deckerd cut him off.

“Optimus Prime did not break protocol because we are not Cybertronians. We were made by humans and have lived on Earth our entire lives.”

Both Sentinel and Optimus froze.

“What!” Sentinel shouted. “You were made! By humans!!!!” He spat out the word like they were rotten.

“Yes, they were,” Optimus said, keeping his voice deceptively calm. Now Sentinel’s focus was on him…...

“They’re…….!” Sentinel looked like he was about to explode into a fireball. “They’re drones! Sparkless machines!”  He shouted, jabbing a finger in their direction. Every single one of the Braves looked deeply offended.

“We’re not. We received our own souls and have emotions, much like Cybert-“ Deckerd started, but was cut off.

“They were made. By humans!!!!” He repeated. Sentinel didn’t even acknowledge the Braves now, staring straight at Optimus. 

“Of all your mistakes, Optimus, this tops them all.” He stopped for a second before continuing. “Well, maybe not all of them.”

Optimus couldn’t help but flinch at what he was obviously implying, but he held his gaze.

“I’ll have to report this to Ultra Magnus, maybe even get the Autobot Science Division involved. Primus knows Perceptor would love to-” 

Optimus’s energon ran cold at the mention of the ASD. From what he gathered from Ratchet, they were the cause of Omega Supreme’s coding, as well as for changing the Jettwins. He couldn’t….no, he wouldn’t let the ASD get their hands on the Braves.

“ENOUGH, SENTINEL!” He shouted. Everyone snapped to attention. Sentinel glared at Optimus.

“Now listen here, Optimus.” But Optimus was having none of it.

“No, you listen, Sentinel!” He shouted. “These bots are under my jurisdiction. They are native to Earth and have proven their sentience There will be no getting the ASD involved!”

Sentinel looked like he was about to say something, but Optimus cut him off again.

“And that’s Optimus Prime, to you.” their faces were only inches apart. “Ultra Magnus placed me in charge of alien life here on Earth, which the Braves are not. They are considered a native species to this planet, and by Autobot law, I quote “Should any mechanical life form pass the Ambus Test, they are to be treated according to Autobot Law.” end quote. Autobot law outlaws scientific and medical testing without consent by the mech in question or their Conjux Endura should they be unable to make the decision themself.”

The room was silent.

“Do I make myself clear, Sentinel Prime.” Optimus finished. Sentinel was giving Optimus a death glare. He clearly hadn’t been expecting Optimus to react this way.

“Crystal.” he hissed. He turned around and headed to the door. “Everything else seems to be in order. Goodbye, Optimus.”

As soon as the sound of Sentinel’s engine faded away, Optimus suddenly lost all the strength and confidence he had a few seconds ago and crashed to his knees, venting harshly.

Ratchet was quickly kneeling by his side. He placed a careful servo on his back and started rubbing in soothing circles. “Vent, kid. Vent.”

“I’m….”Optimus started. “I’m okay….I just….I just need a sec.”

“You did good, kid. You did good.” Ratchet repeated, keeping his voice low.

***

“Optimus, are you in there?” Deckerd knocked. It had been a few hours since Sentinel's….. ”visit.”

The door opened and a quite tired looking Optimus greeted him.

“Oh! Hello Deckerd. Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked. Deckerd just smiled.

“Actually, I came to thank you.” Optimus looked shocked.

“What for?”

“For defending my team, earlier,” he said. “You didn’t have to, but you did.”

Optimus gave an awkward laugh.

“It wasn’t anything special, but you’re welcome.”

The two stood in silence for a few seconds, neither one knowing what to do.

“I guess I’ll…*ahem* guess I’ll be going,” Deckerd said, breaking the silence.

“Y-yes. I’ll see you in the morning.” Optimus responded. “Goodnight”

“Goodnight,” Deckerd responded.

With the door now closed, Deckerd started the walk back to his temporary room, silently cursing himself as his face grew redder with embarrassment.

***

BONUS 

Before all this happens

Bumblebee: Have you ever been yelled at by Optimus

Braves: We’re not afraid of him.

Bumblebee: So that’s a no.

[fang-wolfsbane]

Transformers Animated: Morning After: Chapter 02: Recruitment, Sir?

“Congratulations young cadet. You’ve made it as an official medic for the Autobot alliance. Only a few have ever made it to your position, so be proud of yourself and work hard.”

Those had been the words from Highdrive’s commanding officer the moment he stepped out of the Autobot Academy for Medics – A.A.M. for short. The moment he graduated, Highdrive had been certain that he was going to land a position within the Elite Guard, training amongst the best of the best to serve his home planet, Cybertron.

As third in his class, he had nothing but a promising future ahead of him, until an incident within the academy dorms had cost him a far grater demotion than he had thought necessary. He had been clearing out his dorm room for the next occupant when some of his fellow students had suggested that they play one last prank on their teacher as a farewell gift. Highdrive had been reluctant at first, but not wanting to be the odd one out, he’d gone with them. The idea had been to liquify the classroom hallway from one end to the other. A harmless prank, right? He had never been so wrong.

Not only had they used energon – the very life fuel they all needed to survive – but the teacher had indeed slipped on the wet floor, tumbled out of a carelessly left open window, broke not only their entire right leg apart, but had hit their helm hard enough to cause a crack within their CPU. A security guard had heard the commotion, and before Highdrive could even think of turning to ask his so-called fellow classmates what they would do about the situation, he was the only one left behind in the entire building.

It took some heavy convincing from one of his other teachers to get him a lighter punishment than he knew he deserved, but at this point he supposed it was the best he could hope to. When he was told he was to be the assistant medic on a space bridge repair ship, he tried to convince himself that it was a learning experience. He would have preferred the stockade.

With a personal escort, probably to ensure that he didn’t try and make a break for it, Highdrive had walked into the hanger where the repair ship was waiting. It was big, there was no denying that, and old… very old. How the bots in control of the ship expected it to be able to fly was a question all on its own.

Transforming alongside his escort, Highdrive was handed off to the commanding medic he’d be serving under. An old rust bucket whose white and red paint job certainly looked like it had seen far better stellar cycles. Highdrive visibly flinched to himself, not wanting to think of what his mother would have said if she’d heard him think so ill of a bot he was supposed to learn from. It was only because of his status as a medical student that he’d been kept from getting a permanent smack on his name.

Walking up to the bot, Highdrive tried to hide a visible flinch as he held his servo out towards the older mech. In reality, their colours weren’t that different. Highdrive himself sported orange in place of the other mech’s red. In all the stellarcycles he’d spent at the academy, he’s noticed a similar scheme to all of them. He supposed that when it came to saving lives, something bright coming to the rescue was a sign of reassurance to the one awaiting assistance.

Right, that was what he had been supposed to do when he joined the academy. Save lives, not ruin them…

“Uh, it’s nice to meet you sir. My name is-”

“This the kid?” the mech before him grunted, ignoring the outstretched servo, focusing his attention solely on the bot beside him. Highdrive blinked, reigning in the urge to curl his servo into a fist as he lowered his arm back to his side. There was no doubt that the mech had heard all about Highdrive’s reason for joining – if you could call it that.

His escort nodded, and with a muttered ‘good luck’ in the old bot’s direction, turned on his ped and casually strode off, only seeming to glad that Highdrive wasn’t his problem to deal with anymore. Unlike his fist, his distain at the thought couldn’t be hidden from displaying itself on his faceplate.

“Better learn to grind your dentals here kid, or you aren’t going to last long,” were the mech’s first words to him as he turned and went back over to what Highdrive assumed to be an exterior control panel. Assumed being the key word. He could name each and every single component of a bot – even a Decepticon’s because of the few specimens from the war they’d been allowed to study – and give a list of their functions and possible malfunctions, but to take care of a ship? Surely the medic didn’t expect him to learn to do that too, did he?

Shaking his thoughts free from his CPU, Highdrive found himself jogging after the mech. “Y-Yes sir!”

“Sir, huh?” the other bot mused, stopping momentarily as a pair of pinchers revealed themselves from his forearm. It took all Highdrive’s self-control not to ask how long the other had his medical upgrade. Highdrive had been scheduled to receive his within the next week, or he would have, if the whole ordeal with his teacher hadn’t happened. Goodbye upgrade. “Haven’t heard that in a long time.”

“Is… is it a problem, sir?” Highdrive asked, shifting on his peds a little unsurely. “I could-”

“No. No… it’s fine. It shows you at least have some form of respect left in you,” the mech said, getting to work on the panel. Highdrive knew he failed at keeping the smile off his lips, taking the other’s words as a compliment, whether they were meant to come across that way or not.

“My name is Highdrive, sir. I’ll be looking forward to learning from you.”

“Ratchet,” the old bot introduced himself, frowning as he concentrated on his current task.

“That’s a pretty cool name,” Highdrive said, his smile growing until Ratchet’s blue optics focused on him, a clear, silent warning within them. He found himself taking a step back, yelping when he lost his footing and fell back onto his aft over an open toolbox carelessly left on the floor. As careless as freshly spilled energon in a dark hallway.

“Hey, watch it!” Ratchet scolded. Highdrive flinched, assuming the glare to be fixated on him until the floor began trembling as another bot, nearly three or four times his own size came bouncing over like a spry scraplet.

“Sorry Ratchet,” the bot said, one of his peds narrowly avoiding stepping on Highdrive’s digits. Yanking them away just in time almost had his spark stop. Breathing through his vents, Highdrive tilted his helm back far enough to study the army-green mech. From his build, he had probably enlisted in the military, though his supposed clumsiness left much to thought.

“Saying sorry won’t fix this ship if you break another welding wrench – again,” Ratchet hissed through gritted dentals. The bigger bot lowered his helm in shame before his own traditional Autobot blue optics whirred as they zoomed in on Highdrive’s faceplate.

“Oh, hey there! You must be the new bot,” the bulky bot said, now fully focused on, well, ‘the new bot’ as he put it. “Here, let me help you up,” and before Highdrive could even think to protest, he was yanked onto his peds by a lightly throbbing arm. He made a mental note to check his arm over for any possible dents later. “Sorry if I scared ya. I’m Bulkhead.”

“H-Highdrive,” Highdrive said, managing a nervous smile as his servo subconsciously rubbed over the previously grabbed area. Yup, there were definitely a couple of dents he’d need to buff out when he got the chance. “And no worries.”

That seemed to be enough to satisfy Bulkhead, if his smiling jawline was anything to go by. A nano sec later, he was blinking, all giddy again like a sparkling overdosed on sweetened energon. “Oh, you haven’t met Bee yet! Come on, I’ll introduce you!”

Before Highdrive could blink, he was swept up by the large Autobot and taken inside the old ship like some guest of honour. The tight squeeze holding him in place against Bulkhead’s frame was enough to warn him not to get on the other’s bad side.

“Hey Bumblebee! The new bot’s here!” Bulkhead excitedly announced as he took them into what seemed like the command room. In the commander’s chair was a slim, yellow, and grey mech, taking a stasis nap. He couldn’t be the commander, could he? Not wanting to risk upsetting his new superior on his first day, Highdrive took the plunge.

“Uh, it’s g-good to meet you, sir,” Highdrive managed to wheeze out.

“Sir?’ both Bulkhead and the smaller bot – Bumblebee – repeated, blinking at him in surprise as if he had just told them he himself was their commanding officer. Highdrive flinched, instantly regretting his assumption.

“Are you not the commander?”

“Pft, no,” Bumblebee sneered, casually flipping his peds up on the dashboard. All too comfortable with occupying the commanding seat, despite his lack in both title and possibly qualifications.

“Then why are you…?” Highdrive trailed off after noticing the way Bumblebee’s optics seemed to darken. A sore spot. A wound better left untouched. “Noted…”

“So, what frag-up got you here?” Bumblebee asked, getting to his peds, and resting his servos on his hip plating once Bulkhead deemed it safe to release his hold on Highdrive.

“I’d… rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind,” Highdrive admitted, pretending to find an interest in dust that decided the corner was a good place spot to begin its invasion.

Bumblebee casually shrugged his shoulders, pulling over a mop and bucket from who knows where, and shoved them right into Highdrive’s servos. “You’re on clean up duty. Doc bot says we gotta get this old dump clean before the new Prime gets here.”

Highdrive blinked. “Prime?”

“Uh, yeah,” Bumblebee frowned, arching an optic ridge in question, “do you not know what a Prime is?”

“Of course I know what a Prime is,” Highdrive found himself hissing back, earning a surprised blink from the shorter mech. All Cybertronians knew what Primes were. He’d have had to online on some far away organic planet to not know about something so simple about their planet’s culture. Slag, even the Decepticons knew what a Prime was, even if they themselves haven’t been around for eons after the war ended with the Autobots coming out on top. Breathing air out through his vents, Highdrive straightened himself out. “Why is a Prime coming here though? Is there some inspection or something?”

“Nope. Doc bot said he got demoted or something. That he’s lucky to still keep his title after whatever he did,” Bumblebee hummed, casting a glance up at Bulkhead, “though I guess we all are.”

Highdrive didn’t dare ask as he looked to the two objects in his servos. He had no idea Bumblebee could be so right.

[olivia200312]

(Series) Clingy~ TFP! Orion Pax x Human! Reader

Plot: Since Optimus Prime is Orion Pax to have a break from being a leader, Y/N is surprised by how Orion is more clingy than Optimus.

Get ready for the cuteness! Also, the series is meant that I will make different fun one-shots of Optimus Prime, who is on the break. I have some ideas that will belong to the series. It's like from the one-shot series, Mini-Prime. If you see (Series), then it belongs that you're reading Orion Pax, who is on the break from being Optimus Prime. Stay tuned for more cute (Series) Orion Pax!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

Note: the art goes to the artist!

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Everyone decided, including the kids, that Optimus Prime needs a break from being a leader. Ultra Magnus decided to take Optimus' place over until his break is over. He is the commander after all of the Autobots. Wheeljack doesn't like the idea at all. He isn't fond of Ultra Magnus. He's just way too much strict and demands to be called 'Sir' as well. Jeez, take a chill pill, Magnus.

Y/N and Optimus are a couple for almost a year now so they're glued to each other. Wherever you are, they're there together, either hugging, kissing, holding hands, cuddling, and even making-out. Ratchet even caught them once and this is what he said: "Get a fragging room! I'm not prepared to be a grandsire or uncle yet!"

That embarrassed Optimus and Y/N a lot. Sure, they do want a family one day, but only when the war is over one day. Ratchet is old after all so that's why he said 'grandsire'. It literally means grandpa in human language. The grumpy medic can also play a role as an uncle since he's Optimus' best friend. An old best friend since Cybertron. Miko sometimes teases Y/N.

Ratchet build a special machine gun, a safe one. He'll use it to transform Optimus back to Orion Pax. He can use it of course to bring Optimus Prime back but only when he and others feel like the break is over.

Y/N honestly got excited at the thought that she'll spend with Orion Pax instead of Optimus Prime. He did tell her stories about who he was back then before being a Prime, where he worked, and other fun stuff. She's excited to see Orion. She heard stories that he was a cute, shy, and quiet data clerk at the time. He worked once at the Hall of Records.

Everyone gathered around, including Agent Fowler and June Darby. Optimus left a small kiss on Y/N's forehead, causing her to smile shyly.

"Let's begin. Optimus, please stand in the middle," Ratchet instructed as he held the gun machine.

Optimus did as told while Ratchet explained to him what will happen. It will luckily not hurt but it will tickle. Also, the Matrix of Leadership will be activated offline while it will stay inside of him. It's in fact guarding his spark.

"Understood, old friend. Let's start."

Ratchet then aimed at him and shot. Greenlight surrounded Optimus and it did tickle. He felt then transformed. It took 10 seconds and then it is done. Everyone uncovered their eyes and optics since it is bright light after all, very disturbing for the eyes. Wear sunglasses next time.

Y/N gasped when she saw Orion Pax instead of Optimus Prime. He looks so cute! Instead of having a very well build strong frame, he looks adorable! Look at his shoulderplates for example!

The humans, including Y/N, stared with amazement while the Bots smiled. Ratchet chuckled. "Humans, meet Orion Pax. He's Optimus Prime."

Later~

Everyone is busy with their jobs and they let Orion and Y/N be. Orion is so much different than Optimus! Both of them look so innocent, yes, but Orion looks more innocent! The clerk gave non-stop kisses and cuddles. When he found out that he has a bipedal holofom, this is what he did:

"Y-Y/N?"

"Yes, Ori?"

"Can we please cuddle and kiss?"

Y/N giggled at how precious Orion is, causing his cheekplate to flush blue. She wrapped her arms around his neck cables. "Yes, Orion. We can cuddle and kiss whenever you want."

Orion couldn't help but smile like a doofus and picked her up bridal style, causing her to yelp playfully. When they were in bed, Orion cuddled her for HOURS! He even stole a lof kisses and asked questions. He even once asked about were human babies come from. That flustered Y/N a lot.

"Why are you so cute, Y/N?"

Y/N blushed. "I... I don't know."

"How did I get so lucky to have you?"

Y/N couldn't help but giggle, causing the clerk to smile. "You're so adorable." He then left soft kisses and rubs her back. Y/N couldn't help but sigh in a bliss. She rubs his help, causing him to purr.

Later~

Later that day, Orion got called to help something quick with Ratchet and Y/N went to walk around in the base garage. Ever since the first base got destroyed by the Decepticons, Agent Fowler luckily found a new one to use. Optimus got seriously injured and he kinda died but Smokescreen brought him back by Ultra Magnus' hammer. Optimus Prime transformed into 2.0. How cool is that?

Y/N just entered the main room until she felt someone cling into her, causing the human girl to stop in her tracks. She looks over her shoulder and saw Orion clinging to her from behind. He also nuzzled non-stop into her.

Y/N giggled while blushing. "What are you doing?"

"I will not let you go. I want to be with you forever," Orion said in a cute tone while blushing a lot.

Everyone smiled and laughed, even Ratchet and Ultra Magnus. They just found it funny how Orion is clinging to Y/N for dear life!

"Can we please cuddle, Y/N?" Orion asked.

"Oh, boy... Sure, Orion!"

Y/N walked back to their berthroom, with Orion not letting her go at all.

[writeyouin]

Swerve X Reader – Changes - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – The Arena

A/N – I finally came back to this, my poor abandoned baby.  As usual, a special thanks to @rocksinmuffin​​ without whom, this story wouldn’t exist.

Warnings – Minor suicide mention.

Rating – T

“That is the cruellest thing I have ever seen you do,” Swerve glowered at you.

“It had to be done. There was nothing else for it,” You replied nonchalantly.

“RODNEY DID NOTHING WRONG.”

“He existed.”

“SO YOU JUST KICKED HIM OUT FOR EXISTING?”

“Look, you get to choose your Animal Crossing villagers, and I get to choose mine.”

“Abuse them, more like,” Swerve pouted.

“Fine, do you want to play on the switch and adopt an ugly-ass hamster who does nothing but bitch all day?” You asked, holding the console out to Swerve.

He took it from you, placing it on the tallest shelf in the hab-suite, “You can have this back when you learn kindness, you monster.”

“… That’s just mean,” You said, looking despondently at the shelf which was labelled No Man’s land. Beside the switch was a copy of Harry Potter which had been removed from you until you could read it without yelling at Snape every time you saw his name, and several pictures of Getaway which you had scrawled insults on; Swerve wasn’t punishing you for those, he just liked admiring them every now and then while you worked on new insults to scribble.

“Okay, fine, you can have it back right now, if you say that hamsters are cute,” Swerve grinned.

“Clearly, you’ve never seen one in real life. They work for the devil and steal people’s souls. I’m ninety percent sure that they also have armies ready to-”

Pain wracked your body and you woke up screaming to find your captors prodding you with weapons akin to cattle prods but much larger and stronger. It was the same creatures that had captured you.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” You yelled through the pain.

The humanoids didn’t reply, staying eerily silent; you wondered whether they were even capable of communication in a way that you might understand.

“All right, that’s enough… For now,” A human called, stepping forward, looking completely out of place among the others.

Your captors backed away, leaving you alone with the human on the opposite side of the cell. You glared at the woman, who couldn’t have been older than thirty. She wore acidic green armour that bore a symbol of a decapitated robotic head with wires and cables sticking out from the neck; the ensemble made you nervous.

“So… You’re our newest contestant. How dull,” She commented boredly, examining you.

“Contestant? What do you mean?” You asked fearfully.

Once again, you were left without a reply as the woman pulled out a dictation machine and began talking into it as if you weren’t there. “Subject is of questionable build. A Minibot. No definable insignia – probably a NAIL. Presumably no fighting skill of which to speak. No weapon attachments that can be seen. One noticeable draw to the crowds is that it’s a female – a rarity in itself.”

“Oh my God, are you- Fuck, are you putting me in the hunger games?” You demanded incredulously.

“The bot uses organic terms in communication. It’s possible that it has spent much of its time around organic communities rather than with its own kind.”

Although you knew you could argue that you weren’t originally a Cybertronian, you decided that it probably wouldn’t get you very far with your captor; she was clearly only interested in her job, whatever that was. You doubted that you would get anywhere talking to her.

“So that’s it? You’re going to put me into an arena to fight? Did I get it right? Hey! HEY, I’M TALKING TO YOU. YEAH, BITCH WITH THE BAD HAIR, YOU!”

The childish attempt at an insult earned you a bemused glance, and the woman paused the dictation machine.

“You ought to mind your manners, or you’ll be in a much worse condition before the fight, and that will only bore the spectators,” She warned you.

“I’ll behave, if you at least tell me your name. I’d like to know who I’m insulting.”

Your roguish attitude earned a sadistic smile; it wasn’t every-day that your captor met a Cybertronian with any spirit left, “Lady Ouida.”

“Stupid name,” You murmured, mostly to hide your fear. “So I’m right about this being a colosseum of sorts?”

“Yes. You are to fight in the arena.”

“And if I win, I go free?”

“No. If you win, we kill you anyway. The people are out for Cybertronian blood after all.”

“Wow… That’s so fucking stupid. Like for real, did you take this out of a book? It’s not very creative is it? How many movies have you seen where the hero is thrown into a death ring to battle? Plus, there’s not going to be much of a fight. I mean, look at me. My arms are all fucked up from your bodyguards, I’m clearly not a fighter, and I’m like only three feet taller than you. Factor in multiple opponents and you get a five-minute fight, tops which will mostly be me running for my life.”

“You don’t seem too concerned with your fate.”

“Bitch, I am terrified, but I’ve seen death and been dragged back from it. I have defined the meaning of an out of body experience. Right now, I am competing with forces that you cannot even imagine in a brain that was not meant for me. In other words, there is nothing you can do that is worse than what I’ve been dealing with for the last forty-eight hours so GET FUCKED.”

The words PERSONALITY MALFUNCTION appeared on your visor, and you knew they were true. In your human form, you tended to avoid confrontation where you could. However, faced with the prospect of unavoidable death, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. There were only two options left for you anyway. Die in an arena, or wait for the Lost Light to come to your rescue. As you stared into the grinning face of Lady Ouida who had developed a sudden interest in you, you hoped it was the latter.

Chromedome sat miserably in the brig, having been put there for attempting to forcibly alter Swerve’s memory banks with mnemosurgery. He had lost count of how many times he had been in that exact scenario, where mnemosurgery was the only way forward, but nobody else would see it that way. How many times had Rewind refused to talk to him because of it? How often had he been forced to alter Rewind’s memory afterwards so he wouldn’t leave him? Chromedome held his head in his servos, thinking of Rewind. He wouldn’t believe it if Chromedome said it was all for Swerve. So what if mnemosurgery felt good, as long as it helped people it wasn’t that bad. Sure there were risks, but there were risks to all sorts of things that people did anyway.

With nothing else to do but think of his failure, Chromedome waited despondently in his cell, with the faintest of hopes that Rewind might deign to visit him, even if it was just to yell.

Ultra Magnus watched the security footage stoically from the computer panel in his office. As well as Chromedome, he was also watching Swerve, who had been restrained for his own safety and was sobbing loudly, screaming your name, and Whirl who was in the med-bay, awaiting yet another energon transfusion. Of the three, Whirl worried Ultra Magnus the most; he was not taking well to Ratchet’s surgery. He had damaged one of his internal components beyond repair and it was now up to Perceptor to create a suitable replacement. The replacement would undoubtedly need constant maintenance for the rest of Whirl’s life if he survived, but it was the only way forward.

Ultra Magnus looked up as the door flew open, and Rodimus came barging in.

“THIS IS A DISASTER!” Rodimus roared.

For once, Ultra Magnus didn’t have the spark to placate Rodimus; he was right, everything was going disastrously.

“WHIRL IS DYING. CHROMEDOME IS ALL KINDS OF MESSED UP. REWIND BLAMES ME FOR WHATEVER REASON. SWERVE IS SUICIDAL AND (Y/N) IS MISSING. Please tell me you have something that might help fix this mess?”

“I do not,” Ultra Magnus replied quietly. He had never felt like such a failure. Under his watch, everything had gone wrong. The Magnus armour was getting heavier every day; he didn’t deserve to wear it.

“FRAG! WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO? SHE COULD BE IN DANGER. THE ROD POD’S TRACKING SYSTEM IS FRAGGED. THE CREW ARE FURIOUS. THEY HAVEN’T BEEN THIS MAD SINCE-”

“OUT OF THE WAY, COMING THROUGH,” Nightbeat’s voice called in the corridor as he weaved through the few bots out there and made his way into the office with Megatron close behind him.

“Rodimus. Ultra Magnus,” Megatron greeted professionally, before gesturing for Nightbeat to take over.

“I FOUND (Y/N),” Nightbeat began ecstatically, completely missing the sombre atmosphere.

“What? How?” Rodimus asked, dumbfounded.

“I watched the Rod-Pod’s ejection from the bay and followed it through the security cameras. After that, it was simply a matter of predicting several plausible trajectory’s considering that (Y/N) isn’t a pilot-”

Rodimus waved his arms, “Forget I asked. Just tell me where she is.”

Nightbeat ignored his disappointment that the big reveal had been ruined; it had taken a lot of work for him to covertly listen to all the radio stations where you might have landed and then locate you from that. “She’s on a privately owned planet called The Arena.”

“The… The Arena?”

Megatron nodded solemnly, “Yes. My research tells me that they capture stray Cybertronians and-”

“Don’t tell me. They put them in the arena ‘cos they think that’s creative… Primus, that’s annoying. All right, plan time. We change course, go to The Arena, break in, rescue (Y/N) and make everything go back to normal. Any questions?”

Megatron took a moment to consider the plan, “How-”

“No? Great. Then let’s go. We’ve got work to do.” Rodimus transformed and drove out of the office to head to Brainstorm’s lab. He had brushed it off with his usual casual demeanour but just like everyone else, he was furious that anyone would want to hurt you. If he was going to rescue you, he would need weapons; the morally-grey kind that Brainstorm made.

Swerve sniffled, feeling pathetic as coolant that he couldn’t wipe away under his constraints dripped down his front. Yet another failed suicide attempt to go on his record; he couldn’t even do that right. He remembered the last time he had done something so drastic, when you had come to save him from himself; you had probably only married him out of pity. Despite the depressing thought, Swerve found himself unable to believe it. You had married him because for some reason that he didn’t understand, you loved him. The two of you had spent one year married and it had been the best year of Swerve’s life. When you brought up the idea of sparklings on your anniversary, Swerve couldn’t believe that life could be any better, and now after all of that you were gone.

Although Swerve longed to wallow in self-pity, he couldn’t help thinking of Chromedome. It seemed that his last conversation was finally sinking into Swerve’s processor. What was it he had said exactly? Swerve vented air through his systems, calming himself so he could isolate the memory file.

“YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT (Y/N)!”

While it was true that Chromedome could have just said that to stop Swerve from ending his life, there was also a slim possibility that Chromedome really did have new information about you.

Swerve kept replaying the memory’s audio, listening for the truth. As a bartender, he liked to believe he was good at separating lies from the truth, but when the other bots were sober, he wasn’t very good at it.

“(Y/N)…” Swerve whispered your name, wondering what he might not know about you as of that moment.

What if you had come back and he was wallowing in his cell, too wrapped up in himself to know about it? It wasn’t possible. If you were back, it didn’t matter what state Swerve was in; he would have been taken to you. Unless…

Swerve struggled to sit up, his processor racing with endless possibilities pertaining to your fate. What if he hadn’t been taken to you because your new body was failing? What if you were dying and Swerve wasn’t there? What if he was the only one that could help you?

Unbalanced as he was, Swerve managed to stand up. He started kicking at the door, yelling as loud as he could.

“HEY! GET ME OUT OF HERE! TAKE ME TO MY WIFE! TELL ME WHERE (Y/N) IS!”

Swerve didn’t pay much heed to what he was saying. All he cared about was getting to you, no matter what it took.

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