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don't go breaking my spark, part 1
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Noah thought he understood war.Ā
A mess of treaties and broken alliances that changed by the decade. The political power plays that went over the heads of grunts like him. The staccato of gunfire around him, no idea what direction it was coming from. Squinting against the glare of the sun, explosions of dirt, and the blood trailing from the gash above his eyes as his CO screamed in his face to get them reconnected with SatComm and keeping his hands steady at the same time he thought about his last call with Kris, who had quietly admitted that his arms had started hurting so bad that he couldnāt sleep some nights.Ā
But for all the chaos of the battlefield, none of it seemed to matter when he was back home. Noah still jumped every other time he heard an engine backfire, the rattle of the subway sounded like the ratatattat of machine gun fire, and the nightmares wereā¦pretty bad, but on his block, in his borough, in this city, life moved on without incident. Largely unaffected by the outcome of wars taking place hundreds of thousands of miles away.Ā
It was almost quaint, knowing what he knew now. Having fought beside beings who were trillions of lightyears from home, and still had their war following them on bleeding, dogged feet. Whose war had lasted longer than humans had walked the Earth.Ā
āHadā being the key word. Past tense.Ā
Because Cybertron was dying.Ā
āThe core, the Well, theyāve gone dark, Prime,ā relayed a gaunt red and yellow mech across a shuddering connection, the reverb only adding to the strain of his words. āNot destroyed, not taken, justādark.ā
For the first time in eight years, the Autobots were able to create a secure communication line with their forces on Cybertron, with help from the Joesā advanced (by Earth standards) tech. The signal had to be bounced from Arceeās comm station, between satellites, off a nebula, triangulated by an Autobot spaceship named Cosmos (as in he was a bot who turned into a spaceship), and finally decrypted by Blaster, chief communications officer.
Only Optimus was directly on the call, but the rest of them stood gathered around the projector, secure in the Autobot wing of the base. They were all anxious for news in their own way, even Mirageāor should he say especially Mirage, who tried so hard for nonchalance that he wound all the way back around to deranged, even insisting Noah join him on a quick joyride not even ten minutes before the transmission was scheduled to go live.Ā
Only Ratchet threatening to weld his aft to the floor got Mirage to finally sit still. That, and maybe Noah letting Mirage gleefully perch him on his shoulder had something to do with it. He rarely let Mirage cart him around outside of vehicle mode, especially in front of the others. Noah wanted them to respect him after all, and he figured that might be a little tough if he let his best friend use him like a personal shoulder angel, no matter how much he maybe sorta enjoyed letting Mirage get his hands on him.Ā
Unlike Noah, Charlie had no such qualms, today or any other day. If she wasnāt in the medbay or one of the garages, she could be found lounging in Bumblebeeās arms while playing video games or chatting with another bot. Even now, Bumblebee had her carefully cradled in his folded arms. Hell, if he had it his way, heād probably never let her feet touch the ground at all.
All this to say, because of his unique perch, Noah felt the way Mirageās plating rattled and the steady hum of his fans went silent when Blaster haltingly explained that transwarp or no transwarp, there would be no going home.Ā
Most of the explanation went over Noahās head since he was still playing catchup with his Cybertronian vocabulary. There was talk of energon shortages and bloody battles over resources against Decepticons with scary-ass names (names like Shockwave, Brawl, and Skullcrusher, what the hell ). Ultra Magnus and the Wreckers were MIA. All of the Aerialbots were dead. After four million years of fighting, the planet couldnāt sustain life anymore.Ā
And all the while, a pit opened in Noahās gut so deep he felt it might swallow him whole.Ā
An entire planet, lost. Mirageās planet. Even with the nightmare memory of Unicron fresh in his mind, this was almost just as impossible to imagine. Made even more so by the fact that heād actually seen Cybertronāor at least parts of it, thanks to Mirageās holo tech.Ā
(āDonāt go snitching on me,ā heād warned as he locked the doors to training room Ī behind them. āDonāt even tell Charlie, cuz sheāll 1000 percent tell the Hatchet and Iāll get lectures about straining my emitter for a week.ā
āLetās just see if this light show is worth it, or I might just give you up to Ratchet myself.ā Noah grinned. āPerformance issues are no joke, man.ā
Mirage just rolled his optics, such a purely human gesture in his uniquely alien face that it sparked fondness in Noahās chest even when Mirage was being a little shit.Ā Ā
āItās cute that you think youāre funny. Now shut up and let me concentrate.ā
Noah felt his ears go red, an awful tell that used to have him sticking his head under the faucet to make it go away when he was Krisā age. Luckily, Mirage looked like he actually was busy concentrating, so Noahās growing inclination to act the fool around his best friend stayed his secret.Ā
For a couple seconds, nothing happened. The training room was easily half the size of a football field, built out of concrete and steel beams that were already showing signs of wear despite the Autobots only being two months in residence. There were a couple suspicious blaster burns in the ceiling that made Noah think that Ironhide and Aileron mightāve gotten a little too trigger happy with Brainstormās latest weapons upgrade.
He started to hear something. Not quite music, since no instrument he knew of could make a sound like this. It was more like a hum, almost too quiet to be registered, but thrumming under his breastbone like a second heartbeat. Utterly unfamiliar, but calming instead of frightening.Ā
And around Noah, the drab walls of the training room melted away with a flicker of residual blue energy. The ceiling shifted into a purple, starless expanse and the stars were instead flung all around him, stretching seemingly for miles in every direction. Floating everywhere, inches in front of his face and even thirty feet above, were glittering crystals in various shades of blue, green, and teal arranged in intricate geometric shapes. The cement floor under his feet became a path through the crystal artwork, fashioned from perfectly smooth, round metal facets.Ā
āHoly shitā¦ā Noah breathed, spinning in a careful circle. āThis isā¦Howāre you even doing this?āĀ
It didnāt even feel like he was in the same room anymore. Far overhead, he could spot little specks soaring through the cloudy purple sky that he was pretty sure were Cybertronian flyers. Heād never known Mirage to project a hologram so huge and detailed.Ā
Mirage chuckled, a low rumble that paired with the humming all around them (the crystals, it had to be coming from the crystals) shot a small thrill up Noahās spine. āWell itās not easy, let me tell you.ā Despite his flippant tone, there was a hitched quality to his voiceprint that Noah immediately clocked. Not pain, but discomfort, maybe. A projection this complex mustāve been putting a strain on him.
Before he could call him out on it, Mirage went on in a much quieter, reverent voice that Noah had only heard from him a few times before. The one burned into his memory was when Mirage first reawoke after Peru.Ā
Noah hadnāt left the garage in days, couldnāt remember the last time he slept or ate or did something that wasnāt piecing his friend back together and praying he wasnāt too late, and the half-built Porsche had shuddered under his hands before almost transitioning to root mode, briefly revealing a flicker of those arresting, otherworldly blue optics that Noah thought heād never see again. Mirageās voice had warbled out into the air, groggy and disbelieving and maybe a little bit awed: ā Noah, love. That you?ā
āAll this is footage I pulled outta my memory banks. Itās impossible to create a holo like this from scratch, even for me,ā Mirage explained as he stepped up beside Noah.Ā
He tore his eyes away from the crystal artwork to glance up at Mirage, and found himself mesmerized all over again.Ā
Privately, Noah had realized that he enjoyed tracing the shape of Mirageās high silver cheekbones and the curve of his waist in his mindās eye as much as he did human men and women in the past. Everything machine, everything alien , about his best friend that had so unnerved him in those first frantic hours following his attempted car theft-turned alien abduction wasnāt just familiar now, it was comforting. Breathtaking. Alluring .Ā
And now, with Mirageās silver plating reflecting the glow of the crystals like a living kaleidoscope, Noah couldnāt look away if he tried.Ā
His throat worked uselessly for a second. āSo where, uh,ā he started, hoping he didnāt sound as hoarse as he felt. āWhere are we supposed to be?ā
āThese are the Helix Crystal Gardens before the war. A place of peace, tranquility and blah blah blah.ā Even if he was trying to be flippant, Noah was well-practiced at recognizing the sincerity in Mirageās voice, so he didnāt take the words or the sarcastic roll of his wrist all that seriously. This place, so indescribably beautiful it almost felt holy, meant something to Mirage as more than just another chance to show off.
Instead of the smartass remark that Mirage seemed to be gunning for, something careless and easy like, āTranquil? You?ā Noah said, āThis place is beyond dope, man.ā He felt he should whisper like he would in church. āItās fucking beautiful . Donāt tell me you could come here whenever you wanted?ā
Ā While maybe subtle to the untrained eye, Noah watched the curve of Mirageās cheeks rise with his smile and the way the tires on his back hitched up slightly, bashfully even, and Noah felt himself go flush with victory usually reserved for the battlefield.Ā
āWell, Praxus was clear on the other side of the continent, but I could afford to spare the energon back then,ā Mirage drawled, looking pleased.Ā
He started walking, taking the smaller, careful steps he usually adopted when they walked side by side. Noah followed, fairly confident that Mirage wouldnāt let him walk into a wall or anything, and was amazed when the projection of the gardens moved with them, as if they really were journeying along the path.Ā
āPraxus?ā Noah repeated. Another alien word, one of dozens heād heard and even fewer heād learned the meaning of, but each one piqued his curiosity like nothing else.Ā
As usual, Mirage didnāt hesitate to explain but because Noah was still watching the play of light across his face, he recognized the instant Mirageās easy smile turned brittle. āA city-state on Cybertron. Neutral. Until Megatron had it bombed to the Pit and back about 500,000 years into the fighting.ā
Around them, the projection seemed to flicker. Noah turned just in time to watch Helix Gardens vanish and the glimpse into serenity replaced with fire and smoke, the humming Noah felt in his heart turned into distant screams. The path beneath them was coated in ash, pockmarked by craters, and littered with the broken shards of every gleaming crystal that had once floated around them, now gone clear and dead like glass.Ā
Then, the hologram disappeared altogether and they were back in the training room like nothing even happened.
Then, Mirage collapsed.Ā
Noah whirled back around, his heart shooting up to strangle him. His immediate terror barely backed off when he saw Mirage was still conscious, if leaning heavily on one knee, his head bowed and expression hidden.Ā
Still, he rushed forward, practically slapping his palms against Mirageās shoulder plating in his agitation to get close. The metal beneath his hands was warm and trembling almost imperceptibly.Ā
āāRaj,ā Noah started, but wasnāt able to even get out an ā are you okay?ā before Mirage raised his head, a tired smirk curving his faceplate that was suddenly inches away from Noahās own face. This close, Noah could count the individual facets that made up his glowing optics, like the crystals of Helix Gardens but about a thousand times as striking.Ā
āSorry you had to see that,ā Mirage joked weakly.Ā
āJesus, donāt apologize,ā Noah muttered, his cheeks burning, and he jerked his gaze away to stare at the safety of Mirageās plating instead. He spread his fingers wide against the warm metal, and felt the rumble of Mirageās engine under his skin, as familiar now as the steady sound of Krisā breathing when he slept without pain. āYou were there? When Praxus wasā¦ā
Mirage shrugged under his hands, his smile fixed and usual drawl rendered toneless. Almost matter-of-fact. āOfficially, I was undercover with the āCons. But after the bombs, Iā¦I split. Went looking for survivors.ā
Noah made himself look back at Mirageās face, and though Mirage wasnāt staring back, his hollow expression hadnāt changed. Dread was an old friend at this pointāso far, none of the botsā stories about the war included a happy ending.Ā
āDid you find anybody?ā he whispered, suspecting he already knew the answer.Ā
āNah. There was nobody left to find.ā)
Noah thought back to all the places on Cybertron that Mirage had shown him: golden Iacon, bars bustling with Cybertronians ranging in size from barely taller than a human to Stratosphereās height, the skeletal spires of Vos, Helix Gardens, Six Lasers Over Cybertron. Whether the memories were of quiet cityscapes or places crowded with mechs, Mirage had made Cybertron feel alive to Noah.Ā
How much of that, if any, was still standing? Did it even matter, if the planet itself was unsalvageable?Ā
Blasterās news had a ripple effect among the gathered Autobots, who shared expressions of shock or grief or utter shutdown. Noah barely noticed when Ratchet started clinging to Ironhideās arm, only that he looked ready to collapse, as Ironhide went blank with shock. Arcee and Aileron were holding hands, the pair of them impressively stoic if not for the way their grip shook between them. Bumblebee had hidden his face in Charlieās hair, and then her shoulder when she turned to wrap her arms around his neck. Noah thought Brainstorm mightāve left the room entirely, sharp wings pulled taught and trembling. Wheeljack simply sat down, staring dazedly at nothing.Ā
Mirage wasnāt doing any better.
He was glaring at the floor, optics hidden from Noah, and arms folded tightly across his chest. He was still alarmingly silent, though there was a nearly imperceptible whine building from within his chassis, where his fans were straining against his forced stillness. His plating rattled under Noah, like he was trying not to vibrate straight out of his armor.
It was at that moment that Noah realized heād never seen Mirage angry before.Ā
He was jovial when facing down Scourge, a monster whoād laid out Optimus and killed Bee, when he was taking blaster shots intended for Noah, when he relived the destruction of a city.Ā
But thisāgetting a secondhand account that his planet was dead? It broke through his force of personality, and Noah felt like a voyeur up there on Mirageās shoulder, intensely awkward and out of place.Ā
There was a catwalk behind them, just above shoulder length with Mirage, and intended to allow the humans to interact with the bots on more equal footing. Noah started to scoot back towards it. Inelegant maybe, but Mirage had to be way too distracted to care about his stupid ass still sitting up here like a damn parrot.
Heād barely grabbed the railing when Mirageās hand came down over his middle, holding him in place. It wasnāt especially fast, and it definitely wasnāt painful, but Noah still startled. When he turned back to Mirage, feeling his ears going red, he saw all traces of anger gone from his friendās face. Instead, he looked unmoored. A little scared. And there was a question in his optics that had Noah nodding in answer and stuffing his own anxieties back in their boxes.
Iāll stay.Ā
Optimus, for his part, had gone stock still. Every piston, strut, and vent was near vibrating with tension and his hands tightened into fists with an intensity that bordered on pain.Ā
āIām sorry, Prime,ā Blaster was saying, his professionalism hanging by a thread. Noah couldnāt even begin to imagine the chaos taking place over there on the other side of the galaxy. āThereās nothing you couldāveāā
āHow long?ā Optimus scarcely moved, even to speak, and his words came out sounding like boulders grinding against each other. āHow long ago did this happen?ā
Even over this tenuous connection, the distressed whine of Blasterās fans could be heard loud and clear. āIāsir, itās beenāā
āSergeant Blaster.āĀ
A voice interjected from offscreen, and even though the deep voice was utterly calm and measured, Blaster silenced his vocalizer immediately. He ducked his head and stepped back from whatever terminal they were using for the video feed, looking relieved. āCommander,ā he said respectfully.Ā
Another Autobot took Blasterās place, standing stiffly at attention, and Noah wouldāve recognized this new mech even if Optimus hadnāt said his name, sonorous with relief that was almost jarring to hear after experiencing the despondent fury of the last few minutes.Ā
āProwl. It is good to see you again, my friend.āĀ
Black and white, with a red chevron on the front of his helm, this new botās doorwings were hitched up high on his back. Compared to Bumblebeeās, which fluttered all over the place with every passing emotion, these were practically immobile, much like his expression, which betrayed almost nothing in its flat impassivity.Ā
(āNow Prowlie, heās got a stick so far up his ass itās a miracle he can even transform! You think Optimus was bad when you first met him? Prowl probably wouldāve left you handcuffed in that janky warehouse and that wouldāve been the end of it,ā Mirage had crowed from within the pile of bean bags that heād dragged into Noahās on-base quarters next to his, which Mirage hadĀ basically commandeered for his use too. With Autobot-sized doors everywhere, Noah had just been asking for it.
He flopped onto a beanbag by Mirageās head, so that they were only a few feet apart. āSo, what? The dude Optimus left in charge of all the Autobots on Cybertron is just a huge jackass? Whyād big man even pick him?ā
Mirage vented out slowly, like a sigh, and Noah was close enough that it ruffled his curls. āItās not like that,ā he said grudgingly. āHe might have the sense of humor of the T-1000, and kept me and the twins in the brig for like half the war, but heās one of the good ones. Still a huge dick, though.ā)
āPrime, sir. Youāre still online. There was a 77.344 percent probability that would not be the case,ā Prowl said dryly. āThe troops will be pleased.ā
Optimus smiled, a small thing and unremarkable by most botsā standards but the equivalent of breaking into song for him. The last time Noah had seen him so relieved to reunite with another surviving Autobot, it had been Ratchet, whoād been pieced back together by Charlie with the Joesā resources after his disastrous crash landing on Earth.Ā
āAs always, your faith honors me, Prowl. But please tell me, what has happened to Cybertron in my absence?ā
The tinge of humor in Prowlās face disappeared like it had never existed, and he somehow stood even straighter. His words were grim, if short and to the point. āIt is as I predicted, and as we feared would come to pass. As of two stellar cycles, the core ceased functioning, and the production of energon has stopped. And as you are well aware, with the Allspark lost, we lack the ability to revive the planet.ā
Optimus vented deeply, a sharp, prolonged hiss that was practically deafening in the dead quiet meeting room. āMy Autobots?ā was all he asked, utterly grave.Ā
Prowl inclined his head. āMany have already fled. Those who made it past the Decepticon blockade above the planet have scattered. As we speak, the remaining command staff and our squads are preparing the Ark for interstellar travel. We intended to follow the Decepticons, as we all detected the signal beacon of aā¦a Transwarp Key on the far side of the galaxy.ā Here, Prowlās calm, near-monotone cracked slightly with disbelief. āIn fact, though the signal has been lost, it seems to share an origin point with your current transmission.ā
āThe Transwarp Key was here, Prowl, on Earth,ā Optimus explained. āAlthough I was forced to destroy it, to prevent Unicron from entering this galaxy and devouring this planet, as well as countless other worlds.ā
Prowl stared, his yellow optics unblinking. āUnicron exists. And you defeated Him.ā
āI had help,ā Optimus demurred.Ā
ā I wish I could say Iām surprised, Prime, but I learned to disable the majority of my logic circuits when conversing with you approximately 3 million years ago. This planet youāre on: if the Transwarp Key was sent there, it would mean that there is energon present.ā
āYes, the planet Earth is rich with it. And if the Decepticons get to it first, I can only imagine that they will seek to reignite our war on this planet. How soon will the Ark be ready for launch? We would welcome your aid in repelling their invasion.ā
Prowl held up a hand to stop him. Most startling of all, Optimus acquiesced.
āPrime, you misunderstand. While we possess an operational spacebridge, the Ark was damaged in the fighting. Its repairs wonāt be complete for an orbital cycle at least. And the Decepticons are already on their way. ā
ā¦
Having Sigma 6, G.I. Joe-Autobot headquarters, built deep in the base of the Adirondacks was one of the best things to come out of this alliance.Ā
With the existence of giant alien robots still being a Secret with a capital āS,ā theyād mostly been stuck in hiding these last seven years, traveling between abandoned warehouses to filthy junkyards to dense woods (if they were lucky), and so on. But Sigma 6 was isolated, with a security perimeter of several dozen miles making sure no lost hiker wandered into live fire drills or an Autobot taking a stroll.Ā
Relocating to the base had itself been a relief to Noah, whoās guilt had grown every month Mirage stayed cooped up in Reekās garage after Noah finally finished piecing him back together. With all its people and cameras, Brooklyn just wasnāt built for a tirelessly gregarious, unapologetically loud bot like Mirage, who chafed under prolonged solitude and the need to stay incognito. And even worse, Mirage chose the cramped garage over staying with the rest of the Autobots full time.Ā
āYāknow you donātā¦ owe me or nothing like that, right?ā Noah had blurted one night, as they parted ways with Bumblebee after catching Back to the Future at a drive-in in Hoboken. Bumblebeeās taillights were shrinking in the rearview mirror and Noah felt like a selfish bastard for hoarding all of Mirageās time. āIf you want to go back to Bee and the other guys, you can. I donāt want you feeling like youāre stuck with me, manāā
āWhat, and break up the band!ā Mirage demanded, sounding hurt and not just for show. Even without seeing his face, Noah had learned to tell when he was being purposely dramatic. āNoah, forget the fact that I wouldnāt even be here without you; youāre my boy! Thereās nowhere Iād rather be. Honest.ā
Noah had chuckled, swallowing against a sudden tightness in his throat. āCross your spark?āĀ
Mirage laughed, low and warm, the sound seeming to come from all around Noah, and it raised goosebumps along his arms and the back of his neck. āAnd hope to die.ā
Nevermind that back then, Mirageās paint was still mismatched and his new parts had yet to fully integrate with his protoform (new terms Noah had since learned from Charlie and Ratchet). It hadnāt stopped him from still feeling guilty, but also maybe secretly a littleā¦pleased that Mirage would choose Noah and all that entailed (cooped up in a garage he could barely stand up in and a nosy little brother whoād taken it upon himself to integrate him into human culture by way of every episode of Power Rangers) over his own team.Ā
Even now, with the rest of the Autobots literally feet away, it was still Noah who Mirage sought out.Ā
Beyond the east entrance of Sigma 6, there was a small valley that bottomed out into a lake. Thick with pine trees, the shore scattered with thousands of stones worn smooth by the lapping water, it was always empty save for the occasional wild animal, and so far they hadnāt seen anything bigger than a coyote. In the last few months it had become his and Mirageās go-to hangout spot when they wanted it to be just them. If the others knew about it (which was likely), well, finders keepers was apparently a universal concept.Ā
Once the direct line to Cybertron was cut and Optimus, Arcee, and Ironhide locked themselves in with Joe command to discuss what to do about the hostile alien invasion force apparently on a beeline for Earth, the rest of the team scattered. They disappeared deeper into the base in pairs or trios, nobody wanting to linger where grief still hung heavy like smoke, noxious and black. It felt like attending a wake with no funeral and no body to bury.Ā
Mirage glanced at Noah out of the corner of his optic and just said, āLake?ā
Noah barely started to nod before Mirage folded into vehicle mode around him and tore out of the base like Scourge himself was back from the dead and hot on their tail (or more likely directly in their path, as Mirage had proven the sort who sprinted toward danger with a smile on his face).Ā
They often drove down to the lake when Mirage needed time away from the others, or Noah wanted a taste of fresh air and real sunlight after one too many days underground. Theyād even brought Kris up during the winter months to let him see real snow, not the freezing gray street sludge they knew from living in the city.
Ā But this was no normal lake visit, even by Noahās now extremely skewed definition of ānormal.ā
Mirage actually drove them all the way to the lake without a word of protest, even after repeatedly bitching and moaning on past visits about not having four-wheel drive and not being made for offroading despite being an alien robot who literally traveled through space to get to Earth. In fact, after his single request, Mirage hadnāt spoken again.Ā
Trees blurred past them as they left the dirt road leading to Sigma 6 and crossed over to a rocky, uneven hillside. In the driverās seat, Noah didnāt complain either as he was bounced all over the place, keeping a hand braced on Mirageās roof. There was a frantic edge to the silence pressing in around him, like a rubber band pulled taught, and Mirage was racing to reach their destination before everything finally snapped under the strain.Ā
It was a feeling Noah was familiar with, that anxiety buzzing under his skin, like he was gonna explode if he didnāt sprint ten blocks or beat his knuckles purple and bloody on the heavy bag. It was a feeling that demanded action, not stillness, when he was powerless. For Noah, that meant endless bills, Krisā health. For Mirage, it was home .Ā
And as soon as the shine of the lakeās surface came into view, Mirage proved him right, changing to root mode and dropping Noah on his ass between one blink and the next, the fastest transformation he had( ānt) seen yet.Ā
And Mirage didnāt stop. Without any of his usual grace, Mirage stormed down to the shoreline, kicking up stones and dirt along the way. He was shaking his hands out at his sides, a constant, antsy movement matched by the way he was swearing under his breath, mostly in English, other times in Spanish, and some words in Cybertronian, a language that sounded like dialup and Latin had a baby.Ā
Forget the way Mirage held it together back at base; he wasnāt even trying to be subtle about how he felt now, no bad jokes or swagger. It was an extremely rare display of Mirageās temper, and on the one hand, Noah knew it meant Mirage trusted him enough to let those defenses drop.
But on the other hand, it hurt to watch his best friend in this much pain, so much that for the first time, raw anger was his only outlet. Mirageās engine growled as he paced and his steps were loud and heavy, throwing every pound of his several-ton body into his stride, in direct contrast to the usual uncanny grace that had him dancing across battlefields and sneaking up on Noah in the garage.Ā
With almost anyone else, Elena or Kris or his Ma, Noah wouldnāt hesitate to get close, to cradle their cheek, hug them, anything to try and comfort them. It had always been second nature for him to protect, to try to fix things anyway he could, ever since the front door slammed behind his dad for the last time, leaving Ma frozen at the kitchen table and Kris sobbing in his crib.Ā
But with Mirage, something always seemed to hold him back. He second-guessed damn near every word, every gesture, and would lose his mind making sure his eyes didnāt linger too long on the curve of Mirageās lean thighs or the cables that made up the line of his neck. Noah didnāt want to ruin things between them.Ā
Only now it felt like he was watching Mirage unravel, and for all that Noah wanted to help him, he felt worse than useless. There was still so much he didnāt know, hadnāt thought to ask, about the Autobot-Decepticon War and all the Space Robot: 101 he was still catching up on.Ā
To make matters worse, heād had months to ask his questions, not just of Mirage but the other bots too, and unless he wanted to be a total dick about it then heād lost his chance.
All of which brought Noah back to the fact that Mirage deserved better than him, but as usual all he had to offer was himself. And since Noah was the only one out here, he would just have to try and be enough.Ā
āCāmon, āRaj, warn a guy,ā Noah huffed as he got his feet back under him, keeping his tone light as he brushed half melted snow off the seat of his pants, glad that heād had his parka on him before they booked it. Unlike Brooklyn, which was creeping into humidity in mid-April, the cold up here was constant and jarring whenever they came back to base after spending a couple weeks at home.Ā
As Noah breathed warm air into his cupped palms, he was unable to take his eyes off the way pale sunlight bounced hypnotically off of Mirageās plating as he moved, sinuous and silver as the lake behind him and just as untouchable as his namesake.Ā
Usually, this was the only reason that it hurt to watch Mirage. But seeing the tension knotting his shoulders and putting that scowl on his face made the ache of longing turn into a fist pressing against his sternum, starting to dig in too deep.
Noah called out to him again, breath fogged in the cold and throat gone tight. āSlow it down, man, not all of us have long-ass legs like you do.ā
That finally got Mirage talking, but not to Noah.Ā
āFour million years of fighting for the āgreater good,āā he barked without looking over, like he hadnāt even heard Noah. āAnd for what? We still lost the goddamn planet!ā He spun around and kicked a hollow log washed up on the shore, and it went searing over Noahās head with the speed of a jet missile. It exploded into pieces against the trunk of one of the pine trees behind him, knocking the tree itself askew.Ā
Noah ducked, a second too late, and if the trunk had flown a few feet lower it definitely wouldāve taken his head off. His heart slammed against his ribcage like it hadnāt since Nightbird snatched him off the ground in Peru, and he was only saved from getting sliced in half by Cheetorās sharp eye and sharper aim.Ā
āJesus, watch it, āRaj!ā he hissed, rising carefully out of his defensive crouch. A surge of delayed adrenaline made his hands shake and words come out sharp and fast, but he was too stunned to be truly angry.
Noah barely caught the slight crunch of stones underfoot before he looked up to find Mirage had already closed the distance between them, kneeling over him with his face inches away and optics spinning fiercely.
āShit, Noah, Iām so sorry,ā he said in a rush, all traces of that overwhelming anger gone and the smooth panels of his face crumpled in anguish. āPrimus smelt me, Iām a fucking idiot. Is your central processor in one piece?ā
Then, with no advanced warning whatsoever, Mirageās hands were in his hair, big and yet impossibly gentle for their size. His palm cradled the back of Noahās head as his fingers wove through his curls with more care than even his Ma had ever shown his hair.
Noahās voice died an instant, inglorious death, shriveling up before he could do something unconscionable like let out a whimper. His pulse thundered in his ears, the fight-or-flight instinct that had started to fade returning with a vengeance that knocked every thought out of his head.Ā
To make matters worse, at this close range he couldnāt drag his goddamn eyes away from Mirageās lips. To hell with almost getting his head caved in. Noah wondered, like he had way too many times before (usually late at night, like the lead in some awful romcom) whether his lips would be warm or cold. Would they be soft, with a similar give as a humanās? Heād certainly seen how expressive Mirage could be, his faceplates bending every which way with his emotions.Ā
With Mirageās hand behind his head, it would be so, so easy for the bot to drag him forward and connect them at the mouth.Ā
Did Cybertronians even kiss? Noah thought so. Or, at least heād seen Charlie kiss Bumblebee all over his faceplate and the scout nuzzle back, seemingly the best he could do without a traditional mouth.Ā
And hell, heād been quiet for too long hadnāt he?Ā
Noah dragged his eyes away from the magnetic pull of Mirageās lips, grasping at the dregs of his sanity like escaping balloon strings as he tried to remember what it was Mirage had said. All that stood out was one of the Cybertronian vocab words he recognized from plenty of Charlie and Ratchetās āDonāt Be A Fragging Idiotā safety lectures and he latched onto it.
āYou mean my head? Nah, man, Iām fine, didnāt even touch me,ā Noah blurted, talking way too fast.Ā
He knew he wouldn't be able to think straight with Mirageās hands on him, so he grabbed Mirageās wrist (so big his fingers could wrap around it and be nowhere near touching) and tugged it away. He barely applied any forceānot that it wouldāve made a difference if Mirage really didnāt want to moveābut Mirage followed even that gentle pressure and let Noah guide his hand up and away until he was holding it in the space between them.Ā
Noah felt his ears go red and tried laughing it off. āLooks like someoneās gotta work on their aim, huh? What would Ironhide say?ā
Mirage didnāt smile back. If anything he just looked more upset, his optics pinched and the glow of the delicate mechanisms dimmed. Just watching him made Noah lose his smile, a pang of worry straightened his spine.Ā
āNoahā¦ā Mirage ducked his head, just for a second, before making himself meet Noahās eyes again. He raised his free hand, visibly hesitating, before carefully covering the one Noah still had wrapped around his wrist. āThat wasnātā¦I shouldn't haveā¦you know Iād never do anything to hurt you, right? Not-not by choice. That back thereā¦I donāt want you to thinkāā
āGonna stop you there,ā Noah interrupted gently, smiling up at Mirageās big anxious face. He started to wiggle his hand free and Mirage let him go almost immediatelyābut Noah didnāt let him get far. Screw his hangups, screw his way-more-serious-than-just-a-crush, Noah grabbed Mirageās hand and held on tight. Or, technically he grabbed the two fingers he could feasibly wrap his hand around.Ā
āIt was an accident,ā he said firmly, not breaking eye contact. As volatile as Mirage seemed right now, it was crucial that Noahās sincerity got through to him. āI trust you, āRaj, probably more than anyone else I know. Nah, definitely . I know that when Iām with you, Iām safe. Me and my family.ā
Mirage sighed, warm air from his cheek vents brushing against Noahās curls, releasing the tension that had been holding his struts so painfully still. He even smiled, bashful and small. āThanks, Noah. You and Kris and your Maā¦you all matter a lot to me. I never had people before, yāknow, not like this, and when Iām with you guys, I dunno. Itās the safest Iāve felt inā¦hell, stellar cycles.ā
Noah knew he hadnāt said as much, but he already thought of Mirage as family. He was practically Maās favorite already and the less said about his and Krisā āsecretā two a.m. McDonaldās runs the better. But maybe as anxious as Noah was to say it out loud and claim Mirage as his, to belong among the bots, maybe Mirage felt the same way. Unsure of his place and not wanting to overstep.Ā
Mirage started running his thumb up and down Noahās knuckles, and he resisted the urge to shiver. Apparently he didnāt do a good enough job, because Mirage frowned and leaned forward, tugging Noah closer by the hand. Noah froze like a damn deer in headlights as their faces got closer and closer and for one breathless, heartstopping moment, he was positive that Mirage was about to kiss him.Ā
Instead, Mirage split apart around him, his transformation to vehicle mode slower than usual as he carefully accommodated for Noah. Even this felt a little bit like an apology for dumping him on his ass earlier.Ā
Either way, it gave Noah precious seconds to get over his own wishful thinking before he found himself in the front seat of the Porsche, the heater running on full blast and already warming his chilled fingers.Ā
āWhat was that for?ā he laughed, stroking a hand across the steering wheel.Ā
Mirageās engine rumbled around him, like the purring of a housecat. āYou humans are so delicate! Couldnāt let my boy get, uh, frostbite or whatever.ā
āYeah huh. Yāknow, doc, one of these days Iām making you sit through one of Ratchetās lectures on human first aid.ā
Mirage made an exaggerated sound of disgust through his radio. āOh, eugh, mercy! I donāt ever wanna think about having to put you back together.āĀ
Noah chuckled quietly, moving his hand lower to thumb over the Autobot symbol on the center of Mirageās steering wheel. Without Mirageās stare making him self-conscious, Noah couldnāt help touching him when he was in vehicle mode.Ā
āNah, I feel ya, man. Thereās a lot that I canāt unsee. And people are a lot harder to put back together than ābots.ā
Mirage didnāt speak again, but his engine let out a whine, plaintive and sad, and Noah knew they were both thinking of the bridge, the heat of blasterfire, Mirage shuddering above him. He flattened his palm over the center of Mirageās steering wheel and ran his other hand along the inside of his door panel, feeling it tremble. It was just as much a reminder to himself as it was for Mirage that theyād survived and were both far, far from Peru.Ā
The mood had definitely shifted in a more solemn direction, but Noah didnāt mind it. Not the silence that stretched between them either, heavy with feeling but not strained under the weight.Ā
Since he brought Mirage back (and hell, heād never get tired of saying that), he found there was almost nowhere heād rather be than in his partnerās presence. Whether that was puttering around his work station in the garage back home while Mirage watched MTV or tried to goad Noah into joining him for a drive, or sparring in his new Wheeljack-designed, Brainstorm-made, and Ratchet-approved exosuit, it didnāt matter what they did so long as Noah could lay eyes on him and remind himself that Mirage was alive and in one piece.Ā
A few minutes passed before Mirage rolled forward, out of the shadow of the treeline and closer to the shore where the sunlight was shining pale through the clouds. Crazy to think after all that had happened, it wasnāt even midday.Ā
As if Mirage had read his mind, he finally spoke again, resigned in a way that Noah didnāt like. āI guess you must have a billion questions, huh?ā
āAbout you? Sure, but only ācuz youāre so damn interesting,ā Noah teased with the ease of long practice.Ā
Mirage rewarded him with a burst of staticky laughter and a bleat of his horn, hastily silenced. Noah grinned at the sound, and wondered when a Porcshe cracking up had become something so charming.Ā
āPrimus, that was embarrassing,ā Mirage wheezed through his radio. āYouāre a menace. Do the others know how much of a menace you are?ā
Noah crossed his arms, leaning back and getting comfortable in the leather seat. āDonāt know what youāre talking about. Iām a model Autobot, ask anybody.ā
Mirageās biolights, usually darkened while in vehicle mode, pulsed and illuminated his cabin in brilliant, pale blue. And to Noahās delight, they didnāt dim again immediately. He preferred them, honestly; they made Mirage look more alive, more himself, even when in disguise. Noah loved tracing the glowing seams of blue when it was just them.Ā
Ā āNoah, seriously, we got a whole slagheap dropped on us today,ā Mirageās voice deepened with sincerity, rumbling pleasantly around him in a way Noah tried not to enjoy too much. āI mean, shit, love, the āCons are on their way here right now, and apparently so is Prowl , yāknow, eventually , and I know he hasnāt forgotten about the time I switched out his acid pellet ammo for rust sticks and heās gonna get his revenge when I least expect it but in a way that makes him look totally innocentāā
āMirage!ā Noah interrupted with a laugh, ignoring the way his face heated at the use of the pet name. āRelax, man. If you wanna talk, weāll talk, but otherwise Iām fine just chilling here with you. Today was a lot for both of us.ā
Mirage more than Noah, but he wasnāt about to say that now.Ā
āYeah,ā Mirage said more quietly. āYeah, okay.āĀ
And for a couple minutes, that was it. Silence, a rarity in Mirageās case, went on uninterrupted. Noah leaned his head back but kept his eyes open, tracing Mirageās nearest array of biolights with his fingertips.Ā
Mirage kept kicking his engine on and off intermittently, like he was talking himself in and out of just gunning it back to the main road and not stopping till they hit Jersey. But the most he actually did was flick his windshield wipers at a squirrel that dared jump on his hood.Ā
His engine roared to life one more time, seats rumbling, and then sharply shut off again. Before Mirageās engine had completely quieted, he let out a sigh through the radio.
āDid anyone ever tell you how the war got started?ā
Starting from the top then.Ā
Noah leaned forward until his chest was pressed against Mirageās steering wheel and wrapped his arms around the top. āI assumed it was somethingā along the lines of Decepticons bad, Autobots good.ā
āHeh. Maybe it got more black and white towards the end, as more of us got killed off,ā Mirage said in that mournful, earnest way of his whenever he talked about the war. āBut really, at first, the Decepticons were almost what Cybertron needed. A revolution. Until everything flew off the rails.ā
This was definitely a side of the story Noah hadnāt heard before. Listening to Ironhide and Ratchet tell it, youād think the Decepticons ate babies and personally created the hole in the ozone layer. Noah didnāt doubt they were evilāheād heard about too many friends whoād been cut down, the cities leveled, and a deathtoll that broke his brainābut no one had ever explained where it all began and Noah hadnāt known how to ask.Ā
āEven before the war, Cybertron wasnāt exactly a paradise. Our society was based around the idea that your alt mode was your Primus-given gift and if he made you a drill, then you literally had no choice but to slave away in the energon mines. If you were a microscope, you were meant for science, and a career-change wasnāt an option. The Senate made it law that your alt mode equaled your class, your function in society, whether that was as a disposable fourth-class sanitation ābot with no rights or a filthy stinking rich noble who could do whatever the hell he wanted,ā Mirage finished with surprising bitterness.Ā
Noah stroked Mirageās steering wheel with his thumb. A weak attempt at comfort maybe but he couldnāt exactly ask Mirage to transform just so he could try to give him a hug. āWhich one were you?āĀ
He could hear the way Mirage preened, but even that fell flat, like his spark wasnāt in it. āWhat, canāt you guess?
The thing was, Noah could sorta see it: a Mirage with gleaming, undamaged plating living some pampered life on a shiny alien planet heād only seen snippets of. After all the shit Mirage went through in Peru, he probably deserved to get the royal treatment. But at the same time, it didnāt fit the image of Mirage that Noah knewāthe Mirage who raced through a battlefield just to save his sorry ass, who made a promise to Noahās little brother and almost paid for it with his life.Ā
Some rich prick (former or otherwise) wouldnāt have accepted Krisā crappy plastic radio and integrated it into his systems just so they could talk video games and keep tabs on Noah from a million miles away. Not to mention everything Mirage had done for his family since then.Ā
āSo, what? Were you like a duke or something?ā Noah asked, still trying to wrap his head around it all. Alien robot classism. Huh. Ā
Mirage made a āso-soā sort of noise. āSomething like that. An empty title that came with plenty of perks I didnāt do anything to earn.Ā
āAnd since I was blowing all my time on Velocitron race tracks and getting wasted at bougie clubs, I sorta missed the start of the revolution. I mean, Iād seen the Decepticon propagandaāit was all over the place back thenāand I agreed with what they were saying. Abolish the caste system, make all Cybertronians equal, give them the freedom to choose what to do with their lives. All good things, right?ā
Noah winced at the plaintive strain to Mirageās voice print. He remembered that Praxus had been neutral in the civil war when the Decepticons bombed and burned it to the ground, leaving no survivors. When Ironhide arrived on Earth, heād brought the remains of an Autobot named Cliffjumper to give him the proper funeral ritesāheād been found split down the middle, his body in two clean, gruesome halves.Ā
It was obvious that whatever good the Decepticons promised at the start didnāt mean shit now, and they were uniquely evil in a way Noah hadnāt thought possible. Until he watched Scourge murder Bumblebee and add his badge to his collection. Until he corrupted Airazor, making her rot from the inside out. Until he fired on Mirage, huddled over Noah as a living shield, and kept firing until heād blown off Mirageās arm, his leg, and burned a hole straight through his spine. Until he thought heād killed them both.Ā
Until Scourge brought Unicron to Earth, ready to sacrifice billions to his masterās hunger.Ā
āI thought about joining,ā Mirage muttered. āI almost did .ā
āThe Decepticons?ā Noah asked with as little inflection as possible. He knew what side Mirage landed on, and more importantly, he knew Mirage .Ā
But he reacted like Noah had just accused him of masterminding the entire Decepticon agenda, his engine whining in distress. āI thought about it,ā Mirage stressed. āBut before I could get serious about it, the āCons up and executed the Senate, killed the old Prime, and BOOM we were at war. And we stayed at war for 4 million years. Give or take a thousand.āĀ
āJesus,ā Noah breathed. He felt a little queasy, like he always did when he was reminded of how insanely long-lived Mirage and all of the ābots were. It was easy to forget that his best friend was older than human civilization when he and Kris were tag teaming Noah into letting them stay up late playing Yoshiās Island on a school night.Ā
Mirage was a world unto himself; Noah would never see Cybertron except through his eyes, his words. Heād lived an entire lifetime, and a war, on another planet that could never return to the way it used to be.Ā
āI joined the Autobots ācuz I wanted to help end the war as fast as possible,'' Mirage rumbled around him. āI thought it would all be worth it in the end. When we saved Cybertron, Iād be able to look back and know I did my part.ā He scoffed. āWell I did my part, all right. Dead core means dead planet, dead people, Cybes at the top of the intergalactic endangered species list. Letās just name me the next Prime while weāre at it!ā
That brought Noah up short. He lurched away from the wheel, and Mirage immediately jolted around him, his frame tensing like he was expecting an attack.Ā
āThe hell do you mean āendangered?āāĀ
That was a word reserved for pretty little birds in the Amazon or dolphins caught in fishing nets, not Mirage , powerful and alien and ethereal. Not Optimus, or Ratchet, or any of the other ābots whose bodies were half weapon and all power.
Noah wracked his brain, thinking back to Blasterās grieving, panicked report and Prowlās more perfunctory recap. Most of what theyād said had flown over his head, sure, but he wouldāve noticed them mentioning something that intensely dramatic on top of the whole dead planet thing , right?Ā
āEndangeredā meant a species couldnāt make any more of themselves. And yeah, itās not like he thought giant alien robots were having sex to reproduce; he didnāt know how they did it, but he did know that they had relationships and got married, just like humans. There was enough innuendo thrown around on base for Noah to figure out that they did something that was like sex but wasnāt , and he didnāt want to know any more than that (a baldfaced fucking lie. He wanted to know, he really, really did but who could he ask? Charlie? Ratchet? Mirage? Heād rather face down Scourgeās Sweeps again than put himself through that).
āOh, right,ā Mirage murmured, like heād just remembered something obvious to everyone but Noah, which wasnāt doing him any favors.Ā
Then Mirage shifted around him, still keeping his transformation slow, and a couple seconds later Noah found himself sitting on one of Mirageās folded knees instead of his front seat. If Noah wanted to, he could reach out and lay his hand flat against Mirageās abdomen, a recurring temptation whenever they were this close and he wasnāt doing any repairs on Mirageās reckless ass.Ā
Instead of just blushing and fantasizing about tracing his transformation seams (again), Noah looked up at Mirageās hesitant face and dim optics and determinedly locked down the usual minefield of want-to-touch/donāt-be-stupid that came from being so close. He leaned back, trusting Mirage to catch him, and his boy didnāt disappoint. One of his wide silver palms came up to wrap around the middle of Noahās back, pressing softly to keep him supported.Ā
āDo you remember what Blaster and Prowl said about Cybertronās core? About how itād gone dark?ā Mirage asked gently. His tone reminded Noah of the leadup to Ma explaining that his baby brother, who couldnāt even walk yet, was very sick and he was going to be sick for a very long time.Ā
Noah nodded haltingly.Ā
āThe thing is, we donāt make new beings the way you humans do. Donāt have the right equipment , yāknow?ā And Mirage winked, putting his whole body into it, even giving a little hip wiggle that made Noah snort with unexpected laughter. He almost fell right off Mirageās knee for real this time, but Mirage reeled him back in with both hands, his grin only a little of the shit-eating kind.Ā
āSo howā?ā Noah wheezed.Ā
āThink of us as being born like cabbage patch kids instead,ā Mirage interrupted, almost sending Noah into another laughing fit that was toeing the line of hysteria. But even with the tension broken, there was something flimsy about Mirageās usual easy levity that made it impossible to completely banish the dread from the back of Noahās mind.Ā
That dread proved justified as Mirage continued explaining, trying to keep his tone light, but the tightness around his optics and the way he curled around Noah betrayed his true misery. āCybertronās core seeded fields of hotspots on the planetās surface, creating new sparks. New life. So with no Allspark, and a dead core, well, thatās sorta it for us as a species. Zip. Zilch. No new ābots, maybe ever again.āĀ
Noahās stomach plummeted so fast he almost staggered, horror rushing in to fill its place. āOh, āRajā¦ā he murmured, at a loss for what to say. What was there to say?Ā
From a human perspective, it was impossible to imagine his entire species losing the ability to give birth, to create children and watch them grow up to be the next generation. Everyone would just linger, getting older and dying off until there was no one left. It would be the end of human civilization, period. All that on top of a war that already resulted in the deaths ofā¦.thousands? Millions?Ā
What could Noah say to fix that?
Mirage bowed forward until his forehead was almost touching Noahās, and his voice rumbled through the inches of space between them, so quiet it was almost drowned out by the water lapping at the lakeshore.Ā
āThe thing isā¦we were fighting for so long over who should control Cybertronās spark that we ended up being the reason it was extinguished. And now, oops! Our bad! We couldnāt even keep Earth secret from the āCons! Now I justā¦I donāt want the same thing to happen to your planet.ā
And with Mirage sounding so pained and hunched so close to him, close enough for Noah to cradle his cheek and smooth the regret and apology from his faceplates if he was brave enough, it brutally reminded him of Mirage huddled over him, shuddering under blaster fire, and still smiling down at him as his optics went dark.
Blinking past the memory, Noah reached out and traced the āYā-shaped biolights on Mirageās chest before laying his hand flat against it, covering it with his palm. He focused on the purr of the countless components and gears that made up Mirage, humming their secret song beneath his armor chassis.Ā
Mirage just watched him, his optics at half-mast. After all that talking, he seemed fine with the quiet now, weary in a way Noah hadnāt seen since the night Ironhide arrived with Cliffjumperās body. It pained Noah to see him this way, even more than it had back then.Ā
He knew there was nothing either of them could do to fix this, not now and not in a month. They were gonna be in limbo until the Decepticons made landfall, and Cybertron would still be dead. But the more he thought about packing it in and driving back to base, where Mirage would be trapped under the same roof as the rest of the Autobotsā and their shared grief, the worse it sounded.Ā
Maybe there wasnāt anything Noah could say to fix this. But then again, theyād already done enough talking.Ā
āHey.ā Noah patted Mirageās chestplate. āLetās get outta here.āĀ
He looked up in time to catch Mirageās faceplates going slack with confusion. āHuh?āĀ
āLet's go home,ā he pressed. āMaās been asking for you and Kris has been bugginā me nonstop about this movie he wants you to watch with Keanu driving a school bus or something.ā
Mirage gasped, scandalized, as he hid a shitty grin behind one hand. āNah, it canāt be! No way! Is the model Autobot suggesting we play hooky?ā
āFuck you, man,ā Noah laughed, shoving him awayāwhich shouldāve been as effective as shoving a brick wall, but Mirage moved with his hand, leaning back obligingly and making Noahās stomach do an embarrassing flip. āIām serious! If Prime needs us, weāre a comm call away. āSides, werenāt you the one betting Bee that you could make the drive back in less than three hours? You might need the practice to cash that in.ā
Mirage narrowed his optics. āYouāre trying to manipulate me.ā
āYeah,ā Noah grinned. āIs it working?ā
Mirage pretended to glare for a couple more seconds before sighing a very heavy, Optimus-like sigh. āWell, duh.ā Ā
He fell forward and transformed around Noah, returning to alt mode with Noah back in the front seat. Mirage waited long enough to buckle his seatbelt before taking off for the road, their trek through the untamed underground just as bumpy as the first time but without the frantic, breakneck pace.Ā
Mirage didnāt speak again until theyād leapt out of the treeline and hit the slightly smoother stretch of dirt road leading down the mountain. āBy the by, I know you werenāt just slandering the name of Speed earlier, masterclass of suspense and action set piecesāā
āYeah, yeah, whatever. You can just say you have a crush on Keanu, you know?ā
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I am so afraid of losing what I love that I forbid myself to love.
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šValveplug TFP AUTOBOTSš:
Lingerie Headcanons
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Optimus
Any and all things that you can find to fuel his religion kink.
You could wear the normal nun costumes, but whereās the fun in that? You go out of your way to find the lingerie, and he is n o t disappointed.
Demons and succubus style lingerie also mildly fuels this religion kink of his, bot in the same way that nuns do, but boi, they still do.
And, of course, we can't forget angel style~
Doc Bot never believed he would like sexy nurse attire, but you manage to change his mind.
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Ratchet
Only a little (No, itās a lot, he just refuses to admit it)
The closer to his color scheme, the better.
Heās sad to find that most lingerie in his colors is Christmas themed.
He finds he likes ribbons, though.
No matter the color, thereās something so satisfying about unwrapping you~
Thereās something so cute about seeing you in cat lingerie.
Is it the cat shaped keyhole? The little paw pads on the strings keeping your bottoms tied to your waist? The bell?
Aprons. Just an apron. He will fluster x10, he will question the safety of cooking while mostly nudeā¦ heāll probably fuck you on the counter if you tease him enough like that.
Likes something thatās more strings than fabric
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Arcee
Things that are practically too small to cover anything
Micro bikinis and g-strings
She also likes boxer shorts
Leather is nice, she especially likes seeing her s/o wearing biker gloves, but also leather corsets and gloves.
Leather pants, at least once, p l e a s e, she at least wants to see it.
Is it weird that seeing you in a cow-print lingerie set revs his engines? He doesnāt think so.
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Cliffjumper
He gets a bit of a laugh out of playing with the bell around your neck the first time, but after hearing how it jingles when heās ramming into youā¦ He canāt hear any bells without thinking about it.
There are consequences to this, for him at least.
Christmas is a very hard time of yearā¦
No matter what his s/o wears, heās flustered about it.
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Bulkhead
That being said, heās especially flustered about liking the cow lingerie. He canāt explain why.
Virgin killer sweaters? Yes please. Theyāre so soft, and yet so scandalous.
Thereās also something so sweet and domestic feeling about his s/o wearing just an apron.
Also likes cow lingerie, he thinks itās cute how little it covers.
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Wheeljack
He loves when his s/o is a sweet lil kitty for him, too~
Maybe he just has a thing for bellsā¦
Virgin killer sweaters are also g r e a t he will likely tease you with touches to your very exposed back
Same goes for his s/o only wearing an apron at any given time, though he'll likely be a lot more handsy given how much more of you is exposed like this.
Heās a fan of teddies and chemise/babydoll sets. Theyāre cute, decently modest (some of them, anyway), and he has absolutely mistaken them for pajamas more than once.
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Ultra Magnus
The first time his s/o wears one of these in a sheer and/or lacey style, he gets way too flustered. This never changes.
Thereās something so so scandalous about uniform lingerie, especially those that are a bad, sexy parody of school uniforms.
Heās ashamed to admit that the first time his s/o wore the tiny skirt with the sheer, far too tight to ever be approved by any school faculty shirt, he couldnāt take his eyes off of them.
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How about Ratchet, Wheeljack and Ultra Mags reacting to an older!reader whose their charge ending up getting hurt kinda badly protecting the kids from danger, I would expect there would be worried reaming of said charge in the car as they clutch their new injuries/battle wound.
I got tired after Ratch, so the other ones are shorter, hope you still like them. I made Magnus so he picks the charge up from the hospital after the incident. The reader got hurt because Laserbeak was spying on the bots and signaled the bridge coords to Soundwave who sent vehicons to where they were.
~Ratchet~
āRa-Ratchet I need you to come pick us upā Jackās voice quivered on the phone.
āWhat is is?ā
ā(Name)ā¦ they got hurt when some cons tried to grab us while we were getting food, and (Name) protected me and Mikoā
āWhere are you exactly and how badly are they injured?ā
āThey have a bad gash in their back, Arcee and Bulk chased the cons but we need you to come pick us up. Weāre at that construction site near the schoolā
āIām comingā
Ratchet switched to his alt-mode and drove out of the base, blasting his sirens so he could get there faster, not giving a scrap about any other vehicles. When he got there you were leaning your side against the fence and panting heavily. Jack had been right, there was a big gash on your back, there was a lot of blood and your shirt had been ripped open on the backside.
āGet them inā Ratchet instructed and opened the front door.
Miko and Jack hopped in after you, and Ratchet begun driving back to the base.
āJack, call your mother and tell her to come to the base with some medical suppliesā
āSureā
The drive went mostly in silence, you grunted in pain every now and then, but the kids didnāt talk. You parted your lids a bit and both of the kids looked at you and then each other.
āHey, it-itās not your faultā you managed to say.
The two didnāt say anything, they just glanced at you swiftly and then went back to looking down.
You finally got to the base, it had felt like the ride lasted forever. Jack and Miko helped you out of the front seat and onto the stretcher Ratchet kept at the base.
āHow exactly did this happen? Did you do something stupid again?ā Ratchet asked. He sounded quite snarky, but you could also hear he was worried.
āNo Ratch, I did what Iām supposed to do when these rascals get in trouble, I helped them, or at least I triedā
āYou did help, you probably saved our livesā Miko exclaimed.
āMiko is rightā Jack seconded.
āSay that againā Miko asked with a small grin.
āYou heard meā
The kids continued arguing while Ratchet didnāt say much, he just stared at the wound on your back.
āYou okay Ratch?ā you asked.
āPlease, Iām the one who should be asking you thatā
āIām fine, apart from this little scratchā
āLittle scratch?! You couldāve died!ā
āThere it isā you muttered under your breath.
āThere is what? There is me looking out for a friend, and making sure they donāt die because they try to be a hero and take on other peopleās responsibilities. The team members are supposed to look after their own charges, it is not your jobā Ratchet huffed.
āYou dumb old bot, I wasnāt trying to be a hero. I was looking out for the kids, which I woudnāt have to do if we didnāt end up in danger all the timeā you snapped back.Ā āBut hey who cares about the kids right?ā
Ratchet huffed and turned his back at you, while you turned away too. Him worrying always somehow ended up in you two fighting. You always made up thoughā¦ eventually.
~Wheeljack~
āAre you fraggin kiddin me? The other bots are supposed to look after the kiddos, not you!ā Jackie yelled over his engine, while you clutched your side on the back seat.
āSo? Was I just supposed to let them get hurt?ā
āWell no but- Are you okay there?ā
āI think I broke a ribā¦ or twoā
āIs that bad?ā
āYeah, so could you put metal to the pedal and get me to the hospitalā
āIām tryin, but it wouldnāt even be necessary if you didnāt act like an idiotā
āYouāre an idiot!ā you grunted.
āNo uā
āSeriously, now? If I start laughing I might bust a lungā
āIām sorry, Iām sorryā Jackie chuckled, still sounding a tad panicked.
~Ultra Magnus~
Magnus came to pick you up from the front of the hospital. You climbed in and sat down on the front seat.
āHi Magnusā you greeted nonchalantly.
āHow are you feeling?ā
āI have some stitches and my arm is in a cast, so Iām in quite a lot of pain to be honestā
āThat does not sound very goodā
āIt isnāt, trust meā
āAre you certain you should leave the hospital?ā
āYeah, they canāt do anymore for me hereā
Magnus just accepted what you said as a fact. You had no reason to lie to him after all. He wasnāt big on small talk so, the trip to the base went pretty much in silence. Just before you got to the base, Magnus suddenly pulled over on the side of the road. You honestly expected him to give you a similar lecture than what you had gotten when you were initially injured, but it never came, instead Magnus seemed to think for a while what to say.
āI am sorry you got hurt, I shouldnāt have let you and the children go out without some supervision, I should have sent at least one of the team members with you or come myself. I am partially to blame for your injuries, and I apologize for thatā
āIt wasnāt your fault, not even partially. Besides who couldāve guessed that the cons were patrolling in Los Angeles of all places. We just picked it at random to get some takeout. No one had any way of knowing we would run into cons thereā
Magnus seemed to accept your answer and continued driving.
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