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olivia200312 · 4 years ago

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So Long~ Bay! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon) *Request*

Requested by the lovely RudyPascall456

Plot: Bayverse Optimus (Tf5) x Human! Reader. They have been through so much. So much that it's impossible to remember it all. Currently, the reader and Optimus in cuddling each other whispering sweet words to the other. Optimus purrs from the warmth of his sparkmate. Primus how he loves her. Optimus pulls her close and kisses her. They share loving kisses, just wanting to show their love for each other in every way possible. Optimus shivers in delight when the reader touches his hips so gently. Optimus says it's been 5 years that anyone who had touched him liked this. The reader kisses him and continues to feel his metal muscles that she missed so much. Optimus lightly kisses the reader down her neck as the reader giggles. The reader then said she forgot how much of a cute mech he could be. Optimus purrs and shares yet another kiss. Optimus then begins to kisses the ready feverish. And says through the kiss he wants to show her how much he loves her. The reader pulls their bodies together making Prime growl. Oh, how he loved skin-to-metal contact. The warm skin mixing with the cool metal. It made it feel special and wanted something of this love that could never be betrayed. Optimus then undress the reader as the reader moans softly. Optimus purred and kissed the reader's breast softly making the reader moan softly. She knew Optimus adored her body he can be so gentle at times and so rough. She loved it either way. In return, Optimus stopped and allowed the reader to remove his codpiece and see his spike. Optimus then smiled and locked their lips into a heated kiss of passion. The reader stroked his spike as Optimus teased her pussy. And from there they fragged. In the end, Optimus says if there was one thing he would ever need in his online it would be her and no one else. The reader said the same goes for you, Opty. Optimus then cuddled with the reader and recharge the reader fell asleep.

Lol, another smutty request from the same user. But it's a human this time. Once this is done, I have other requests to finish since others are old requests and some are new. This book is damn growing fast! When the 100th one-shot is published, then the book is complete! But I will also publish the last one-shots.

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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Everyone was at the fields of England. The battle was finally over. Optimus Prime was back himself instead of being Nemesis Prime. He was being processor controlled by Quintessa, an evil manipulative femme who brainwashed the Prime and even blamed him for Cybertron's death, which was not true at all! Once Optimus was being controlled, he got send back to Earth to get the staff.

Before The Last Knight story started to play, Cade was being involved, together with Shane, Tessa, and Y/N. If you know the story, then you know what happened. After the Age of Extinction story was over, Optimus said his goodbyes to others, including to his sparkmate, Y/N, and left to find his creators. Everyone was heartbroken, especially Y/N. Tessa took off to college and Shane was with her. Cade and Y/N eventually had to go hiding from the world so they moved into a scrapyard. The Autobots followed, along with some Dinobots. They promised to work together after all when the Autobots freed them. Both Cade and Y/N were known as heroes since they helped the battles like in China and to stop Lockdown for good. Optimus managed to offline him for good.

Do you think that's where the story started? In the middle ages of England when King Arthur was the ruler? Transformers did exist much longer than you think than humans. Primus created the Cybertronians and Cybertron. Everyone was happy when Optimus returned but immediately, his behavior, especially his optics, gave everybody a sign that something was awfully wrong with him. Look at his optics. Instead of gentle blues, it was like purple/magenta. He was being controlled. Bumblebee managed to at least bring him back but however, he was more awake when he saw Y/N... His sparkmate. But after Optimus was awake, he had one thing to finish: destroy Quintessa. Actually, the glitch mysteriously disappeared. It was like out of nowhere. After the battle was over, the Autobots split up to start a brand chapter in their lives. But they promised to stay in close contact for any emergencies. Do you know where Optimus went to live? With Y/N.

After being through so much in their lives, they were cuddling on their two-person bed. Optimus was in his bipedal holoform to not hurt Y/N. He still had to be careful though since he's metal while Y/N was soft and had skin. Optimus was also whispering sweet things into Y/N's ear, causing her to blush and giggle. She was currently in her loose comfortable tank top and lace panties matching Optimus' colors. She was at her home and in bed so why? She became very wealthy when the fight was finally over with Quintessa. Cade also got wealthy so he finally lived in a house instead of a scrapyard with Y/N, the Autobots, and the Dinobots. He also fell in love with a woman named Viviane. She was nice. Since Cade's wife died when Tessa was young, he was single for years. Tessa wanted her father to find love and be happy. Cade finally found a new love while Y/N and Optimus were together for years.

"Oh, Optimus," Y/N giggled as she nuzzled her lover.

Optimus, in response, purred as he felt warmth from Y/N. He was the knight in shining armor, Y/N's savior. Primus, he loved her so much. He wanted nothing but to make love to her and keep her safe. He will do anything to protect her. He then cupped Y/N's cheeks in his servos and kissed her with passion. They shared loving kisses as they were lost in pure love. Y/N then touched her lover very lovingly, causing him to purr. He wasn't in fact touched like this 5 years ago when he was starting a relationship with Y/N.

Optimus pulled away from the kiss, staring lovingly into her gorgeous E/C eyes. He stroked her cheek softly as he pressed his forehead against hers, carefully. "It's been 5 years, Y/N. May I make love to you?"

He was so cute when he asked for permission. He was treated with respect by many Cybertronians than you think. He had a kind spark and he was smart as well since he loved to read datapads as Orion Pax. He had good leadership when he was transformed into a Prime. He changed his name or destination (Cybertronian's language) from Orion Pax to Optimus Prime.

Once Y/N heard Optimus' question and permission, she pulled their bodies together, making Optimus growl. "Does this answer you?"

Optimus clearly understood the message. Y/N wanted this. She wanted Optimus to make love to her. It's been 5 years when they had sex or interfaced. So lovingly and romantically, Optimus undressed Y/N until she was naked under him. Optimus remembered the first time he saw her naked. He was so in love, wanting to take her body as his. It was his. They were together. And, oh boy, was Optimus so ready to take Y/N's body again. Once Y/N was naked, she stared into Optimus' optics and saw that it was full of lust. Her eyes were full of lust too. She then moaned when she felt Optimus kiss her breasts as he massaged them and squeezed as well. She felt Optimus suck on one nipple since it got hard like the other one. He was sucking on it like a baby that drank milk. Y/N threw her back in pleasure for a second before she lifted it up and stroked Optimus' helm as he sucked. Eventually, he moved to another nipple and gave it the same attention as he did to others. Sucking it like a baby but also licking and biting it softly. Y/N moaned from the pleasure. Oh, how much she missed having sex as well with Optimus Prime here. Optimus missed having sex too with his human sparkmate.

Y/N's head was very gently pushed back on the pillow as Optimus hovered above her. "Take my codpiece off." Y/N was a bit surprised when he said that. She wanted to secretly take his codpiece off and see his big, hard spike again. She saw Optimus smile and she took his codpiece off. His spike was big and hard, happily in the air. "Such a big boy.~"

Optimus spread Y/N's legs more open to reveal her womanhood that was soaking wet. By the sight, pre-transfluid came from his member. Y/N grabbed Optimus' spike and started stroking it as she felt him tease her pussy with his digits. They both moaned as they kiss each other heatedly. The tongue and glossa made contact with each other. It was wet that was also full of saliva, probably. Y/N moaned the most into the heated kiss as Optimus continued to tease her pussy with his digits. She heard Optimus grunt since she's stroking him. That's when they both stopped and Optimus got between her legs on top of her. Y/N giggled sexily as she wrapped her arms around his neckcables. That's when Optimus just couldn't take it anymore that he slammed himself right into Y/N's pussy. Y/N screamed as Optimus rammed into her like an animal in heat.

"Take me, Opty! T-Take me! Oh, fuck!~" Y/N was talking dirty now. She felt just like in heaven. It had been 5 years ever since they had fun in bed. Optimus watched her expressions as he enjoyed seeing her in pleasure. He enjoyed it, even more, when Y/N talked dirty.

"Look at you... Locked under me, making noises. You'll bear with my sparkling. You'll look perfect with a swollen human tank." Now, it was Optimus who was talking dirty. He was imagining his mate being sparked with his sparkling. Even pregnancy sex was also possible but then the female was pregnant, of course. Optimus was planning to have sex with her while she's pregnant. He was aware that his future sparkling will be half-human or half-Cybertronian. He will still love them dearly just how much he loved his sparkmate.

"P-Put your babies inside me! G-Give them to me! Aaaah!~"

Optimus rammed into her harder he watched his spike for a moment that was turning white because of Y/N's juices. He enjoyed it a lot. He then buried his helm inside of Y/N's neck as he left love bites. Y/N moaned and screamed loud as enjoyed this every second. That's when finally a knot formed into her stomach. "I-I'm cumming!~"

Optimus grunted into her neck in response and he felt Y/N's walls clasp tight into his member. Since he was big, he felt almost nearly impossible to pull out. He thrusts final times before he finally came, hearing Y/N scream as well since she also came. They both panted as Optimus stayed inside for a while to let his hot and sticky transfluid adjust. He then slowly pulled out and laid down next to Y/N, panting.

"That was so good," Y/N panted as she snuggled up to Optimus.

Optimus hummed in agreement as he held her protectively in his arms, spooning her as well. He then laid his servos on Y/N's stomach as they snuggled up and fell asleep together.

#optimus prime x human reader #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #tf bay #tranformers #transformers 5 the last knight #tf 5 tlk #romance #smut #one shot #x human reader #x reader #reader

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mccraysydney · 6 years ago

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TFCRP Characters as Vines pt. 2

Akira: When there’s too much drama at school. Alanna: Judy here on College Street. Arlo: They are my crocs! Basil: Tuhuhuhahaha. Beretta: I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag. Brayden: And they were roommates. Cade: I don’t even know which way the Quiznos is. Caleb: Ahhhhhhhh. Carter: I’m not cocky. Casey: Hi. Okay. Claudia: Why’d you sit that couple before us? Dove: Has anyone ever told you you look like Beyonce? Emery: Bitch, you gonna step on my fucking toe bitch. Emmett: Hey boy! Glory: Kix Cereal. Grant: It’s summer. Grayson: Nice, Ron. Jasper: And to all a good night. Jen: Hi, are you the owner? Leo: Yo, what are we about to do? Louis: Ooh kill em. Lucas: Ooh, I like your accent. Mars: It’s Britany, bitch. McKenna: Marlene, your speech was so good! Meredith: I be in the South, trappin’ hard all day. Neel: Ooh, this is my jam. Noah: It is Wednesday, my dudes. Octavia: Ma’am, put your hands up. Oliva: Mother trucker, dude. Patch: Hey dude, do you know there’s a truck? Raleigh: I’m washing me and my clothes. Raph: Don’t fuck with me, I have the power of God and anime on my side. Ripley: The X-Files Theme Song. Rosemarie: I don’t appreciate it when you’re being mean to me. Sasha: Smack cam! Sterling: Wah! Sydney: What are you doing this weekend? Vivian: Hey duck. Wymack: Way to go, Paul. The Foxes in the Championships: This.

#tfcrp #food tw #cancer mention tw #this is for the title of the compilation #i was halfway through by the time i noticed the title #musing: foxes #musing: about

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 5 years ago

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TBAM: Infinty War

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by KaijuHobbit22

With Cybertron restored, the Autobots believed they can take a breather. But the threat of Unicron still remains. Worse still, old and new enemies have united, threatening the entire universe. The Autobots and their human allies will need the aid of other heroes, as well as unexpected allies, in order to face this approaching doom. For they must work together to survive, or fall one by one.

Sequel to TBAM: TLK

Words: 29, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of TBAM Series

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers (Bay Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Ironhide (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Sideswipe (Transformers), Sunstreaker (Transformers), Arcee Trio (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Chromia (Transformers), Elita One, Jolt (Transformers), Skids (Transformers), Mudflap (Transformers), Wheelie (Transformers), Brains (Transformers), Mirage (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Wreckers (Transformers), Leadfoot (Transformers), Roadbuster (Transformers), Topspin (Transformers), Steeljaw (Transformers), Hound (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Crosshairs (Transformers), Evac (Transformers), Cliffjumper (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Ark (Transformers), Omega Supreme (Transformers), Fixit (Transformers), Aerialbots (Transformers), Silverbolt (Transformers), Air Raid (Transformers), Breakaway (Transformers), Dinobots (Transformers), Grimlock (Transformers), Swoop (Transformers), Slug (Transformers), Scorn (Transformers), Slash (Transformers), Sludge (Transformers), Snarl (Transformers), Camshaft (Transformers), Hubcap (Transformers), Omnicons (Transformers), Strongarm (Transformers), Skyblast (Transformers), Signal Flare (Transformers), Armorhide (Transformers), Brawn (Transformers), Inferno (Transformers), Trench (Transformers), Longarm (Transformers), Salvage (Transformers), Grindcore (Transformers), Blazemaster (Transformers), Tomahawk (Transformers), Stratosphere (Transformers), Depthcharge (Transformers Bay Movies), Breacher (Transformers), Seaspray (Transformers), Ramhorn (Transformers), Cosmos (Transformers), Canopy (Transformers), Sqweeks (Transformers), Rollbar (Transformers), Landmine (Transformers), Beachbreak (Transformers), Dune Runner (Transformers), Ultra Magnus, Springer (Transformers), Cogman (Transformers), Gears (Transformers), Protectobots (Transformers), First Aid (Transformers), Blades (Transformers), Hot Spot (Transformers), Groove (Transformers), Streetwise (Transformers), Rook (Transformers), Daytrader (Transformers), Skyhammer (Transformers), Guzzle (Transformers), Bob (Original Insecticon Character belonging to Wacko12), Hot Rod (Transformers), Kup (Transformers), Adam Nova/Nova Prime (OMC belonging to Wacko12), Trailbreaker (Transformers), Clocker (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Hoist (Transformers), Smokescreen (Transformers), Highbrow (Transformers), Wingblade (Transformers), Knock Out (Transformers), Windcharger (Transformers), Roller (Transformers), Defensor (Transformers), Scattershot (Transformers), Warpath (Transformers), Arctus (Transformers), Broadside (Transformers), Skyblast (Transformers Bay Movies), Blaster (Transformers), Eject (Transformers), Sky Lynx, Slap Dash (Transformers), Bumper (Transformers), Firestar (Transformers), Moonracer (Transformers), Blurr (Transformers), Red Alert (Transformers), Metroplex (Transformers), Scamper (Transformers), Six-Gun (Transformers), Slammer (Transformers), Sparkling(s) (Transformers), Gasket (Transformers), Riptide (Transformers), Axewide (Transformers), Strongback (Transformers), Ramjump (Transformers), X-Grid (Transformers), Big Wire (Transformers), Skylock (Transformers), Dusthorn (Transformers), Matchstick (Transformers), Equator (Transformers), Skar (Transformers), Firefly (Transformers), Aurora (Transformers), Paddles (Transformers), Daystar (Transformers), Ironbolt (Transformers), High Cloud (Transformers), Flipside (Transformers), Nightflare (Transformers), Terraquake (Transformers), AllSpark (Transformers), NEST (Transformers), William Lennox, Robert Epps, SASF Agent Graham (Transformers), Burke (Transformers), Patrick Donnelly (Transformers), Michael Tanaka (OMC), Eckerson (Transformers), General Morshower (Transformers), "Hardcore" Eddie (Transformers), Perkins (Transformers), Stone (Transformers), Hooch (Transformers), Mongo (Transformers), Marc L (Transformers), "Baby Face" Zimmerman, Santos (Transformers), Teletraan I, Cade Yeager, Tessa Yeager, Izabella (Transformers), Shane Dyson, Ginrai (Transformers), Flare-Up (Transformers), Volcanicus (Transformers), Guardian Knights of Iacon (Transformers), Stormreign (Transformers), Dragonicus (Transformers), Steelbane (Transformers), Dragonstorm (Transformers), Vivian Wembley, John Keller, Charlotte Mearing, Maggie Madsen, Glen Whitmann, Tom Banachek, Joshua Joyce, Darcy Tirrel, Seymour Simmons, Dutch (Transformers Bay Movies), Jimmy (Transformers Bay Movies), Leo Spitz, Avengers Team (MCU), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Thor (Marvel), Hulk (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Vision (Marvel), Guardians of the Galaxy Team, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Drax the Destroyer, Groot (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, James "Bucky" Barnes, Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), M'Baku (Marvel), Ayo (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Annabelle Lennox, Sarah Lennox (Transformers), Monique Epps, Carol Danvers, Phil Coulson, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Talos (Marvel), Kraglin Obfonteri, Rhomann Dey, Pepper Potts, Megatron (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Shockwave (Transformers), Nitro Zeus (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Laserbeak (Transformers), Rumble (Transformers), Barricade (Transformers), Blackout (Transformers), Bonecrusher (Transformers), Combaticons (Transformers), Onslaught (Transformers), Brawl (Transformers), Blast Off (Transformers), Swindle (Transformers), Vortex (Transformers), Shatter (Transformers), Fracture (Transformers), Stockade (Transformers), Blitzwing (Transformers), Lugnut (Transformers), Bruticus (Transformers), Tidal Wave (Transformers), Runabout (Transformers), Darksteel (Transformers), Malignus (Transformers), Wreckage (Transformers), Incinerator (Transformers), Mohawk (Transformers), Long Haul (Transformers), Sideways (Transformers), Jetstorm (Transformers), Overcast (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Ramjet (Transformers), Sunstorm (Transformers), Thrust (Transformers), Dirge (Transformers), Tankor (Transformers), Divebomb (Transformers), Hailstorm (Transformers), Space Case (Transformers), Dropkick (Transformers), Brimstone (Transformers), Dirt Boss (Transformers), Astrotrain (Transformers), Payload (Transformers), Flatline (Transformers), Dreadwing (Transformers), Storm Surge (Transformers), Blademaster (Transformers), Ransack (Transformers), Mindwipe (Transformers), Bludgeon (Transformers), Decepticon Protoforms (Transformers Bay Movies), Vehicon(s) (Transformers), Decepticon Ship Nemesis (Transformers), Trypticon (Transformers), Wipe-Out (Transformers), Full-Tilt (Transformers), Brunt (Transformers), Bomb-Burst (Transformers), Skullgrin (Transformers), Submarauder (Transformers), Bulgy (Transformers), Finback (Transformers), Iguanus (Transformers), Carnivac (Transformers), Snarler (Transformers), Roadgrabber (Transformers), Octopunch (Transformers), Stranglehold (Transformers), Roadblock (Transformers), Oilmaster (Transformers), Blood (Transformers), Dauros (Transformers), Gilmer (Transformers), Junkions (Transformers), Wreck-Gar, Detritus (Transformers), Rum-Maj (Transformers), Junkyard (Transformers), Scrapheap (Transformers), Re-Cycle (Transformers), Greasestain (Transformers), Wasteoid Gamma (Transformers), Ashtray (Transformers), Rubbish (Transformers), Hazmat (Transformers), Trashbin (Transformers), Pinion (Transformers), Shearbolt (Transformers), Arclight (Transformers), Unicron (Transformers), Thunderwing (Transformers), Razorclaw (Transformers), Jhiaxus (Transformers), Elphaorpha (Transformers), Drancron (Transformers), Rartorata (Transformers), Megabolt (Transformers), Reptilion (Transformers), Strika (Transformers), Obsidian (Transformers), Overlord (Transformers), Monstructor (Transformers), Sharpshot (Transformers), Terrorcons (Transformers), Insecticons (Transformers), Ammonites (Transformers), Scrapmetals (Transformers), Noisemazes (Transformers), Overchargers (Transformers), Maximals (Transformers), Sweeps (Transformers), Anti-Bots (Transformers), Sparkeaters (Transformers), Quintessa (Transformers), Sharkticons (Transformers), Gnaw (Transformers), Thanos (Marvel), The Black Order (Marvel), Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian, Proxima Midnight, Corvus Glaive, Super Giant (Marvel), Chitauri (Marvel), Outriders (Marvel), Leviathans (Marvel), Sakaarans (Marvel), Thaddeus Ross, Autobot Troopers (Transformers), Ronald Witwicky, Judy Witwicky, Daniel Witwicky

Relationships: Elita One/Optimus Prime, Chromia/Ironhide, Sarah Lennox/William Lennox, Izabella/Adam Nova (OMC belonging to Wacko12), Vivian Wembley/Cade Yeager, Monique Epps/Robert Epps, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Gamora/Peter Quill, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker, Mudflap & Skids, Canopy & Izabella & Sqweeks, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Shane Dyson/Tessa Yeager, Judy Witwicky/Ronald Witwicky

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Non-Canonical Character Death, Non-Canonical Character Survival, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Transformers: The Last Knight (2017), Transformers/Avengers Mashup, Infinty War Rewrite with Transformers (Bayverse) in it, Fixing Plot Holes, Ross is a Hypocrite

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#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 5 years ago

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TBAM: Infinty War

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Gr8mN9

by KaijuHobbit22

Sequel to TBAM: TLK

Words: 29, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of TBAM Series

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers (Bay Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Gr8mN9

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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ao3feed-starmora · 5 years ago

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TBAM: Infinty War

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Gr8mN9

by KaijuHobbit22

Sequel to TBAM: TLK

Words: 29, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of TBAM Series

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers (Bay Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Gr8mN9

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #starmora #quillora #gamora x peter quill #peter quill x gamora #gamora x star lo

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quinzelade · 7 years ago

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By No Constraint (chpt 72)

SS x Danse

Chapter List

Thanks to my amazing beta, @waiting4morning, for her wonderful work!

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This is the final ‘main’ chapter. Next week is the epilogue.

Major Brotherhood/Danse spoilers.

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Family Ties

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Michelle Cooper was a mess. She lay curled up in a bunk at the top of the ship, thin and unwashed, her hair greasy and unkempt. Her face was pale, her eyes blank and unseeing, staring past Quinn, who was crouched down next to her.

“Did you hear what I said?” Quinn asked, giving Michelle’s shoulder a little shake.

Michelle flinched and snapped her gaze to Quinn, blinking slowly. “What?”

Quinn bit her lip. She had avoided going to Cade to ask about Michelle’s condition, because she didn’t want another prolonged goodbye with Carson. Everything that needed to be said had been said. Quinn couldn’t do it again. But Michelle was clearly in a bad way. Quinn had heard the rumours, how she’d been taken off active duty and given time to recuperate, to no effect. Instead, Michelle was deteriorating.

“Josh,” Quinn repeated gently. “I’m leaving to do work in the Commonwealth. Josh asked to go with me. If he went with me, it would be unlikely you’d see him again. I know this is a hard thing for me to ask you, but Josh wants it, and I think in the long run—”

“Take him.”

Quinn stopped. She gawped at Michelle Cooper, the speech she’d prepared to convince Michelle to let Josh go collapsing to dust. There was a long silence while Quinn tried to get a hold of herself. Michelle Cooper returned to staring at the wall.

Eventually, in a strangled voice, Quinn managed to say, “You’ll never see him again, Michelle. Are you sure?”

“I can’t look after him,” Michelle replied, not bothering to meet Quinn’s eye again. “I can’t even look after myself. It’s for the best.”

Quinn had expected more of a fight. Now she hadn’t got it, she was at a loss what to do. She studied Michelle for a moment and then said, “Do you want to say goodbye to him?”

“No.”

Anger rushed through Quinn like wildfire, and it took everything she had to hold her tongue. Instead, she gave a nod she was sure Michelle couldn’t see, stood up, and left. Quinn wasn’t going to waste her time on such a pathetic, selfish—

She breathed hard through her nose as she stomped through the ship, her mind racing. How could anyone be so disinterested in a child? Even grieving, Michelle still had a responsibility to Josh, still had to set the example and keep herself together.

The look on Josh’s face when he’d pleaded with Quinn to take him with her surfaced in her thoughts, and she felt a stab of guilt. The desperation, begging her for an escape. The despair when she said no. She’d had no idea. No idea it was this bad.

The disgust coursing through her was near overwhelming. She just couldn’t understand how little Michelle cared for Josh. He was reliant on her for love and support, and instead she just moped in her bed, with no thought for anyone but herself.

As Quinn seethed, she slowly became aware that her anger wasn’t entirely directed at Michelle. Sure, she was furious with Michelle, but there was something else too. It needled at her, scratching her with guilty memories until the wounds bled with self-loathing.

This could have been her. It nearly had been her. This was what Charlie faced that night, when she’d drank herself into oblivion. Scared enough to traverse a dark and dangerous wasteland for help. Scared enough to reach out for Danse.

Never again. Never again.

Danse had saved her. Saved them both. He was everything she wasn’t: calm and controlled. Thoughtful. Responsible. He really was her better half, brought out the best she could be. She loved him.

Quinn swore there and then to remind him of this fact when they were reunited. She didn’t tell him enough.

For now, though, there were more important, pressing things to deal with. It didn’t take her long to locate Josh, questioning the staff on the ship, as well as the other squires. He was in his room.

This was news to Quinn, who assumed that the Coopers slept in the open bunk space with the rest of the soldiers. But as it turned out, only Michelle lived in the shared bunks. Josh lived in a ‘family room,’ as had his parents when they’d been alive. The idea of three or more people being crammed into one small living space while the officers had their own private accommodation annoyed Quinn a little, but she decided not to dwell on it. Soon it would no longer concern her. At least they’d let Josh keep the room for the time being.

She knocked on the door and heard the sound of scuffling from within, followed by light footsteps. The door opened and Josh peered around the edge, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Can I come in?” Quinn asked.

“No.” He went to shut the door again, but Quinn jammed her foot in the gap. She heard him snarl and lean on the door, with little effect.

“Go away!” he grunted, opening the door and slamming it on her foot repeatedly. “Just...go away!”

“Squire Cooper!” Quinn snapped, and despite himself, Josh stood to attention.

He blinked, surprised at himself, and then glared at her. “What?”

“I have some questions for you. On your mother and father’s lives, I need you to answer them truthfully.”

Josh’s face paled, before slowly tinging green at the mention of his parents. “What kind of questions?”

“I’d rather talk in private. But whatever you answer, I’m not going to tell anyone else. This will stay between us. I promise. Now can I come in?”

His face darkened, but after a second he stood back in a silent invitation. She strode inside, her eyes trailing around the room. There were three beds, two of them pushed together, and another in the corner. The decor was sparse, one peeling Fancy Lads snack cakes poster on the wall, and a bookcase crammed with medical journals and old, classic novels. Next to the makeshift double bed stood a gleaming rifle—well cared for, but clearly old. Quinn wondered if it still worked.

“My mom’s,” Josh said sullenly, walking to the double bed and standing in front of it, as if trying to shield it from Quinn’s eyes. “My dad gave it her when they first met. She never wanted to take it out but always cleaned it.” He cast his eyes to the floor.

Quinn kept her distance. She was already intruding on a sacred place, and she didn’t want to impose any more than she had to. But it could all be worth it with some care and a bit of luck. Quinn took a deep breath. “How do you feel about synths?”

“Weapons of the Institute that will cause the destruction of humanity,” Josh said at once. His speedy reply betrayed the rehearsal behind the statement.

Quinn folded her arms, glaring at Josh until he reddened and dropped his gaze. She stared at him a little longer, and then said, “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t lie to me, Josh. I know how your mother felt about synths, and it wasn’t that.” Quinn wasn’t entirely sure if this was true—after all, Vivian Cooper had only ever defended Danse to Quinn—but the tone of their last conversation suggested she’d never seemed particularly threatened by synths. Quinn was banking everything on this assumption.

There was a long beat of silence, and then Josh shrugged. “I don’t really see anything wrong with them. My mom said they can’t help how they’re made. My dad used to look mad when she said that, until...until Paladin Danse died.”

Quinn’s stomach turned. “What happened when Paladin Danse died?”

Josh’s face crumpled, and she remembered that he used to idolise Danse. Josh bit his lip before saying, “Mom told me that Paladin Danse was a good man, even if he was a synth. She didn’t think he was a traitor. She said he probably didn’t know.”

“What did your dad say about that?”

“He...he didn’t say anything. But he didn’t look angry, either. Just sad. I think he agreed with mom but didn’t want to talk about it.”

Quinn’s heart suddenly felt light. This was what she had been hoping for. Maybe not a perfect opinion, but the foundations for acceptance. Vivian and Stephen did right by their son, it seemed. But she had one more question.

“How do you feel about ghouls?”

Josh scowled. “They’re gross. And dangerous.”

Quinn raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, like my mom said, they can go feral. Eat you! I mean, I know synths kill people too, but the Institute is gone now, so they can decide what they want to do. But ghouls will always be like that. They’re monsters.”

Well, she was never going to get everything she hoped for. But it was more important that Josh tolerate synths, what with Charlie and Danse. And if Danse himself could learn to accept ghouls over time, then Josh could too. Adults were far more stubborn over bad habits and beliefs than children.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Josh,” Quinn said, straightening up.

Josh looked surly again. “Fine. Can you go now?”

“Sure,” Quinn said. But as she turned to leave, she glanced over her shoulder and added, “Or...you can come with me.”

Josh drew in an audible breath, his mouth slightly open. “What?”

“I spoke to your Aunt Michelle and Elder Maxson, and they both said if you want, you can come with me.”

“Don’t,” he whispered, going pale again. “Don’t prank me. This isn’t funny.”

Quinn smiled. “No prank. We can leave as soon as you pack your things.”

Josh stood as still as a statue, staring at her. His bottom lip began to tremble, and then suddenly he burst into tears. He ran to her, throwing himself at her. Quinn crouched down and held him tight.

“Go on,” she said into his ear when he eventually calmed down a little. “Go get your stuff.”

Josh broke away from her and nodded, wiping fruitlessly at his streaming eyes, before picking his mother’s rifle up and setting it carefully on his bed. Then he got onto the floor, scrambling under the frame and pulling out a box.

Quinn stood in silence for a while, watching Josh collect the little he owned. Whatever Danse said, this was still a risky thing to do. There were so many things that could go wrong. A high potential for her to lose everything. But like Danse insisted all those months ago, if Quinn could change her decision, would she? If the answer was ‘no,’ then she had done the right thing.

The look on Josh’s face was all she needed. He was coming home with her.

Danse picked up the Brotherhood flag off the floor, letting the fabric run through his fingers. He’d left it until the very end, avoiding the moment where he’d inevitably regret his disrespect towards it.

Brotherhood, through and through.

It didn’t matter how much he hated their methods, their betrayal of him, or the consequences of their dogged mantra...he was Brotherhood. He was a soldier. And he still cared about them.

Danse sighed and closed his eyes, kneading his forehead with fists still clenched around the flag. This was why he’d sent an encrypted message to Haylen so she could stay in contact with him. Why he’d packed up everything into his Brotherhood armour. He hoped Quinn would forgive him for leaving the new set behind. There were too many memories. Too much blood and pain and friendship trapped in the old, rusted plating.

Thinking of Quinn was sombering, though, and slowly he lowered his hands, letting the flag trail at his feet. Was Quinn alright? When would she be back?

As if on cue, the elevator rumbled to life. Danse quickly stashed away the flag in the compartment of his armour and clambered inside, before picking up his rifle. With any luck, it would be Quinn. But if not…

To his great relief, it was Quinn. And she had a companion with her.

Joshua Cooper stopped dead as he saw Danse, gripping at Quinn’s arm. Even from this distance, Danse could see the boy’s knuckles had gone white. His eyes were wide and fearful, and he stared up at Danse with great trepidation.

Danse set down his weapon on the nearby table and got out of his armour, trying to set Josh’s mind at ease. It seemed to work, and Josh slowly let go of Quinn’s arm, though he still looked apprehensive. Josh glanced at Quinn, who gave a small smile and gently pushed him forward.

“I...I knew your parents,” Danse said gruffly. “Worked with both of them for years. They were fine people. I’m...I’m sorry for your loss.”

Josh nodded, his bottom lip trembling. But then he squeezed his fists and any sign of upset disappeared. “My mom didn’t think you were a traitor. She said you were too nice. Too…” Josh fumbled for the word, “noble. That you wouldn’t betray any of us.”

“I didn’t,” replied Danse, the feeling of gratitude towards Vivian Cooper making him near dizzy. “I didn’t know what I was, and when I found out…” He shot Quinn a nervous glance. “I tried to make sure I was executed for it. Quinn convinced me otherwise. And I’ve kept my distance ever since, to make sure I didn’t pose a threat to the Brotherhood again.”

Josh considered this. “The Institute is gone, right? That means you’re safe. Because they aren’t there to try and control you anymore.”

Danse looked pained, but he nodded. “That’s right. I’m free.”

Josh raised his eyebrows at Quinn. “Is this why you didn’t want me with you, ma’am?”

Quinn went red. “Yeah. I didn’t know how you’d take it.”

Josh nodded solemnly. “Sensible.” He shifted his backpack and smiled. “But I’m glad you decided to trust me. Let’s go.” He stared up expectantly at them. No questions asked. No concerns. He talked like a soldier but accepted like a child.

Quinn and Danse looked at each other.

“Yeah. Let’s go,” she said, smiling at him.

“Quinn, wait, I…” The guilt was needling Danse now, so he could barely breathe. “I’m taking Brotherhood armour with me. I can’t leave it behind. I just…”

“Too many memories?” Quinn asked, and he nodded. “I thought you might. No big deal.”

Danse blinked at her. Didn’t she understand? “But you risked your life to get me the new set.”

“We can come back for it another day.”

“But what if it’s stolen?” His voice sounded childish, persistent. Danse cringed a little, but she clearly wasn’t getting it. She needed to know exactly what he was giving up, and reprimand him in turn for treating her gift so…

His thoughts cut short as Quinn got out of her own set of armour, emptied its contents, and walked across the room with her arms full. She approached Danse’s X-01 series, packed it up with her things, and then climbed inside. Danse stared at her.

“Your armour is important to you,” she said, her voice sharp behind the helmet’s sound filter. She strode over to him and patted him on the shoulder, almost knocking him over in the process. “Not enough space for all three of us at once. We’ll meet you up top.”

She held out her metal plated hand to Josh, who frowned. “I’m not a baby, ma’am.”

Quinn laughed. “Fair enough.” She gestured for him to follow, and they walked into the elevator together.

The doors closed.

I love her, Danse thought dimly to himself, overwhelmed by her gesture. She acted as if it was an easy decision—and maybe it was for her—but Danse could barely think for his gratitude.

I love her. I should tell her more often.

The scowl on Charlie’s face spoke volumes. He sat on the sofa, surrounded by comics, eyeing Josh with blatant dislike.

Josh looked equally wary. Quinn and Danse had explained to him on the way that Charlie was a synth. This seemed to unsettle Josh, but he didn’t comment on it. Now he was staring at Charlie like he was a bomb about to go off. Quinn didn’t blame him. Josh could quickly adjust to seeing Danse again, because he knew him, and because his parents had been open minded. But Charlie was an unknown quantity: uncertain...unsafe.

“Danse, why don’t you get Josh settled?” Quinn said pointedly. Danse nodded and ushered Josh into the next room.

“Why is he here?” Charlie hissed at once, in a tone that suggested highest treason. Quinn knew what he was thinking. She had brought another child into their home. Replaced him. This needed to be stopped before it truly got started.

“His name is Josh and he’s staying with us from now on,” Quinn said, before adding forcefully, “I don’t want to hear it!” as Charlie made to argue with her again.

She crouched down next to him and waited until he met her eye. He looked a mixture of furious and upset. She kept her voice low as she said, “Honey, you are my son. Nothing will change that. But I couldn’t leave Josh behind. His parents were murdered...and it was my fault.”

“How was it your fault?”

“I didn’t get to the fight in time. I let people down.”

“So you’re feeling guilty?”

Quinn winced. Nothing like the honesty of a child. “Yes. I am. But I’m also responsible for him. If his parents weren’t dead, he’d have somewhere to go. Family to be with. The least I can do is try to look after him, make sure he’s okay. But I need your help to do that.”

Charlie fidgeted. “Does he know I’m a synth?”

Quinn nodded. “He knows, and I think he’s a bit nervous. You’re the second synth he’s ever met, and…” An idea hit her, and she quickly seized it. “And you need to show him that synths are just normal people. That’s the only way things are going to change, by showing other people that synths are nothing to be scared of.”

“I’m just a kid,” Charlie said with a frown. “Why do I have to do this?”

“Because…” Quinn sighed. It was a good question, and the answer was unfair. “Because kid or not, you are a synth. You are always going to have to defend yourself against people that don’t know any better. Danse is the same. So where better to start than with someone your own age? You never know—you might make a friend.”

“I don’t want a friend,” Charlie replied moodily, folding his arms. “I don’t need a friend.”

“But Josh does. So please try. For me?”

Charlie pouted.

Quinn decided that was as good as she was going to get. She kissed Charlie on the head and stood up. She could talk about it again later. For now, better to see how Josh was getting on.

Danse passed her in the corridor, mumbling something about sleeping arrangements and disappeared out of sight. Quinn walked into Charlie’s room to find Josh sitting cross-legged on the floor, slowly unpacking his things.

There wasn’t a lot. A few pieces of uniform—some of which Quinn suspected had belonged to his parents, judging by the size—a couple of books, scrap that had been cobbled together into little statues, a rolled up poster, and a very battered action figure with a missing arm. Josh looked up as Quinn entered, and quickly stowed away the toy.

Quinn smiled. “You’re allowed toys here, Josh.”

“Oh.” Josh pulled out the toy, which Quinn recognised as Grognak the Barbarian, and set it down on the floor. “We were allowed them, but…”

“The grown-ups would tut about it?”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Well I won’t tut about it.” Quinn indicated to the stacks of comic books and toys she’d managed to salvage for Charlie. “You’re a kid.”

Josh’s eyes went wide. “Are they all his?”

“Yeah,” said a high voice behind them. Quinn turned to see Charlie hovering in the doorway. “What, never seen a comic before?”

Josh shrank away a little and shook his head. “No. Not this many.”

“They didn't keep comics on the ship?” Charlie edged closer, frowning.

“Some of soldiers kept them, and Proctor Quinlan had a lot. But the squires…” Josh shrugged. “Elder Maxson selected us so we could learn. Playing was a bad thing. A distraction of duty.”

Charlie rolled his eyes. “That's stupid.” He walked past Josh, eyeing the Grognak figurine on the floor, and began sifting through his precious collection. He unearthed several Grognak issues and tossed them to Josh. “Here.”

Josh picked them up, his mouth falling open in shock. “Wow!”

“Not to keep,” Charlie said quickly, shooting Quinn a nervous look. “Mr. MacCready gave me them. But you can borrow them for a while.”

Josh stared at Charlie like he was a god descending from the heavens. Charlie blinked after a few seconds of awed silence, and then turned slightly red, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. He pointed to a colourful issue with a scantily-clad woman on the front—Why am I letting him read these things again? Quinn wondered—and said, “Start with that one: The Legend of the She-Squid. It’s the earliest issue I have.”

Josh nodded and opened it, but his brow furrowed almost instantly. “Wait, who is The Vixen?”

“Oh, that’s one of Grognak’s nemy—nemming—nemma—” Charlie peered at the front page of the comic, and then carefully said, “Nemeses. I think that means they fight each other and stuff. But he has a crush on her too. They kiss sometimes.”

Both boys pulled a face, caught each other’s eye, and then giggled. Charlie walked over, sat down next to Josh, and picked up another comic, advising Josh read that one after he was done with the She-Squid adventure.

Quinn left them to it. They didn’t even look up as she slipped away. She made her way back towards the living room, feeling a bit more settled. With any luck, there wouldn’t be any more issues, aside from typical sibling squabbling.

As she came back into the main part of the house, Quinn noticed Danse had already begun to unpack things from his armour. The Brotherhood flag was hung carefully on the wall. Quinn smiled. He still had a lot of baggage to work through, and she’d be with him every step of the way.

As if on cue, Danse tottered back into the house with a grunt, lugging a bed behind him. Quinn ran over to help him get it through the door, and then set it down in the living room. Danse wiped his forehead, panting, and gave her a grateful smile.

There were light footsteps, and Charlie poked his head from the corridor. “What are you doing?”

“Bringing a bed in for Josh,” Danse huffed, leaning against it. “Not sure where to put it yet, though.”

Before Quinn could say anything, Charlie replied, “Oh right. Put it in my room. Then Josh can look at my comics without taking them anywhere.” He disappeared back down the corridor, and a moment later Quinn heard him say, “So they took you on missions with them?”

“Yeah,” Josh replied, his voice muffled by the walls. “I’ve seen a super mutant up close. They’re really big.”

“Are super mutants like ghouls?”

“Kinda. They eat people too.”

Well, they seemed to be getting along at any rate. Quinn let Danse catch his breath while she absent-mindedly looked about the room. Her eyes fell on the flag pinned to the wall for a few seconds, before she glanced back at Danse. He had noticed where she’d been staring, and was now scarlet.

“I’ll take it down if you want,” he blurted out, moving around the bed in such a rush he tripped over the frame and nearly fell over. Quinn held out her hand to stop him, her palm on his chest as she bit back a laugh.

She looked up at him, trailing her fingers from his chest to his neck, before finally resting it on his cheek. “It’s important to you,” she said, tracing his lips with her thumb, “so it stays.”

Danse made an odd noise in the back of his throat and suddenly pulled her close. The kiss was long and tender, the stress that had plagued them since the day they’d met falling away. Danse pressed his hand to the small of Quinn’s back, while she wrapped her arms around his neck, never wanting to break apart. But they did, and they stared into each other’s eyes, oblivious to all around them.

“I—” they both said at the same time, before fumbling apologies and urging the other to speak first.

Danse laughed and ran his free hand through her hair as he kissed her forehead. “I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Dragging me from rock bottom and making me see my own worth. Showing me I am capable of standing on my own two feet...and that there was a life after the Brotherhood.”

“Everything I helped you with, you deserved,” Quinn said, cupping his face with her palms as she kissed him again. “You make me a better person just by being yourself. Things aren’t so hard when you’re around.”

His cheeks grew hot at this, but he smiled all the same. “I love you.”

Quinn leaned against him and closed her eyes, smiling as Danse rested his chin on the top of her head. She snuggled into his chest and said, “I love you too.”

Danse squeezed her, but then they both looked up running footsteps came up the corridor, and Charlie and Josh ran into the room. Both boys halting, staring at Danse and Quinn, and then Charlie pulled a face.

“Ugh, Mom!” he exclaimed. “Dad! Gross!”

There was a long pause as Charlie’s words settled. Everyone looked from Danse to Charlie, both of them going scarlet.

“Um…” Charlie fidgeted, glancing between the two adults. “Do you mind if I call Mr. Danse that?”

Quinn and Danse looked at each other, and almost at once there was an unspoken understanding between them. Quinn turned back to Charlie, smiling. “If you’re comfortable with that, honey, then it’s fine with me.”

“And me,” Danse said, nodding.

Charlie looked delighted. “Cool!” He turned to Josh. “Come on. Let’s go play with Dogmeat.” He gestured to a beaming Josh, and the two boys ran from the house. Seconds later, their laughter and Dogmeat’s barks filled the air.

All Quinn’s worries about Charlie and Josh dissipated. She turned to Danse with a smile. “I think we’ll be alright.”

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #ss x danse #sole survivor x danse #by no constraint #story #writing

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teatime-brawler · 7 years ago

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🔧 ;; Unfortunately, the eldest Yeager did not have very many fond memories attached to the ancient Arthurian castle. Its halls seemed dark and still at nearly all hours of the day, and silence hung so thickly in the air that even the sound of a pin dropping would startle most. Simply standing in his borrowed room set him on edge; this was no place for someone like him.

With his singular bag sitting sloppily at the foot of the large bed, its contents half-spilled across the stuffy comforter, it at least felt partially lived in. There was no telling just when someone would come by and snap at him for being messy and barbaric, but Cade couldn’t find it in himself to care–not that he would on any other occasion, but this was different. This was not his home, and this was not somewhere he wished to stay any longer than absolutely necessary.

[ I’m here for the Autobots, ] he told himself. [ I’m here for Iz, for Lennox, and Optimus. …And maybe Viviane, if she learns to chill. ]

But his brief moment of self-assurance was quickly interrupted by a sound that struck a chord of fear in his heart: metal feet clacking about as though a suit of armor had come to life. Cogman. Cade quickly scrambled to press himself against the wall beside the door, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Just what was that demonic little tin can doing? From the sounds of things, he was pausing at nearly every door.

[ Oh you’re not getting the drop on me, you nutjob. Not this time. ]

He strained his ears to focus on the Headmaster’s footsteps, waiting. For the moment that Cogman would step over the threshold–as he did mere seconds later–the inventor would strike. With a shout of anger he jumped forward to wrap an arm around where he assumed the Cybertronian’s neck would be, holding him in a headlock. He had expected a struggle, but instead, he was met with that cold,unforgiving voice that made him think of a boring old professor that had caught far too many of his students slashing the tires of his car. This little robot was not happy… and yet, neither was Cade.

Mostly ignoring the threat–but loosening his grip ever so slightly, just in case–Yeager chose to snap back instead: “Y-yeah, I’ll let go when you stop creepin’ around like that. Comin’ in my room, actin’ like I’m hiding the Queen or some shit in here. I could’ve been naked. What’s your problem?!”

Cogman was not looking to fight Cade but it always seemed like the two of them were always in some kind of skirmish. Both of their personalities constantly clashing with each other.

But there was something more important at hand and with Cade keeping him in a choke hold only by Cogman’s choice. Cogman could easily break the man but he always held back.

Bright blue optics rolled when Cade had spoke.

“I am utterly serious Cade. I have a fully reason as to why I am rushing around this castle.” A servo placed itself on one of Cade’s wrists as if he was going to help himself peel the other off. Yet--he didn’t. Something even better started to flood his processor. Something very...terrible. Perhaps he could just let Cade deal with the mess that happened.

“I mean, unless you want to deal with the watch that killed Hitler. I am trying to find and catch it before it kills one of you humans. But I guess it’s not my problem now.” There could have been a small sadistic smile on his face.

Cogman was just going to let it come on in and kill Cade. That was a great plan in Cogman’s mind. That was when he stopped trying to escape--not like Cade would even choke him out. He couldn’t breathe anyways. “We can just wait till it kills everyone in the castle. I’m fine with that.”

#robotxwrangler #{Watch bot is out}

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Valentine's Day

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None {airing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Drift has plans for Valentine's Day, even after the great day he and Jamie had yesterday.

Day 14 @@fluffyfebruary: free day @fluffbruary; phone | bubble bath | doll

Drift wakes up smiling at Jamie, remembering yesterday and how much he enjoyed his time with Jamie even though it was the day before Valentine's Day. He has plans for today, but the two will stay home. Drift gets out of bed, careful not to wake up Jamie. Crosshairs isn't in the room. It's seven-thirty. Drift suspects Crosshairs finished with his workout. Drift takes a shower, then sits on the bed, waiting for Jamie to wake up.

Crosshairs walks into the room, questioning what Drift is doing. Drift tells Crosshairs his plans for the day. Crosshairs smiles, seeing how happy Drift is. He leaves the room, hoping Jamie will like Drift's plan. Drift lies on the bed beside Jamie. Drift doesn't wait long for Jamie to wake up. He tells her his plan. Jamie tiredly agrees.

Drift knew Cogman would ask about any dinner plans. He still finds it off how helpful Cogman can be considering his attitude. Drift knows Cogman worries about Jamie.

Jamie is on her phone when Drift walks into the room. He puts the tray over her legs and gets on the bed next to her. "I made pancakes," Drift says. The two enjoy their breakfast. Drift isn't sure what else to do with Jamie until tonight. He doesn't want the day spent watching TV. He's content with how yesterday went, as he's sure it wouldn't have been enjoyable with other couples at the park. After breakfast, Drift carries Jamie to the balcony and sits on the rocking chair that's yet to be returned to Vivian. Drift finds the rocking chair relaxing. The room offers a delightful beach and ocean view.

"… I don't know, he didn't tell me anything," Crosshairs tells Cogman, "the three of us aren't together like that. They're my friends." "I know; I want to help them." "I think Drift finds cooking for Jamie relaxing. Let him cook their dinner if he wants to. I don't know his other plans. I think he treated yesterday as Valentine's Day, but he'll do something special today."

Drift knew Jamie wouldn't have any ideas for today. He doesn't mind the day is like any other day until tonight. He hopes his mood won't be ruined but has struggled for weeks. He cleans up the breakfast dishes.

"Do you want me to help?" Cogman asks as Drift puts the dishes in the dishwasher. "What did I just say?!" Drift chuckles, "No, thanks anyway." "I told him." "I have nothing special planned." Drift leaves the room.

The day is normal, except for the mood. Both Jamie and Drift are doing better than they have in weeks. Crosshairs left them alone for three hours, but he still worries. "I'm worried about what's going on in her mind. You know why she doesn't like Valentine's Day," Drift tells him. "And yet you have something planned." "I'm not telling you anything." "Fine, I'll go back to D.C. for the night," Crosshairs smirks. Drift elbows him in the gut. "I'm not looking to do that." "I'm still leaving. Cade and Vivian have already left for their house in Texas. Cogman is still going to be here, though. He's worrying a little too much today." "Maybe not. We know how much Jamie struggles with accepting and showing love. For now, she's ok." Crosshairs hugs Drift tells Jamie he's going to the base in D.C. but will return in the morning, and leaves the room. "You're up to something," Jamie comments, sitting on the bed beside Drift. "You'll find out tonight. After I make dinner. We'll stick to most of our routine. Oh, also, watch the sunset."

To ensure they see the sunset, Drift holds off on making dinner afterward. Drift worries about the potential of his plan backfiring and how Jamie would react to the idea.

Jamie sits at the island, working on writing on her tablet as Drift cooks dinner. Cogman peeks into the kitchen but quickly leaves. Drift still gets candles out. Once dinner is done and on plates, Drift lights the candles and dimes the kitchen lights. Drift made chicken cutlets covered in cheese and cheese fries. He's come to like this combination as much as Jamie loves it. Jamie doesn't try to get the rest of the plan out of Drift. She knows he won't tell her. Once dinner is done and cleaned up, Drift makes tea and warms up chocolate chip cookies.

With the tea done and the candles blown out, the two go to the living room. It's six at night. Drift decides he'll tell Jamie what he wants to do at eight. At eight, Drift takes Jamie up to the bedroom.

"Drift, what are you up to?" "Uh… a bath together. I know it seems random considering how long we've been together, and…." Drift doesn't know what else to say, nor does Jamie. She's never thought about doing something like this with Drift. "We don't have to. I shouldn't have said anything," Drift panics. Jamie agrees with the idea. Drift was still expecting Jamie to not want to be entirely nude. Nor did he think she'd suggest adding bubbles. "It's supposed to be relaxing, right?" She asks. Drift laughs as she pours bubble bath into the tub of running water.

Once the tub is filled, Drift gets in and assists Jamie in getting in. There's room for both of them to relax comfortably. Drift plays relaxing music from his phone on the counter beside him. He wonders how long it will be before Jamie falls asleep. He is already prepared in case she falls asleep. Drift smiles, thinking about the past two days with the femme he loves.

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers autobots #transformers drift #transformers crosshairs #bayverse crosshairs #bayverse drift #Jamie (OC)#fluffy february #fluffy february 2024 #fluffbruary 2024 #fluffbruary #valentine's day #bubble bath #breakfast in bed #lovely time together

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eulcgizeme · 1 year ago

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It was like a hothouse in there, and maybe that was why Cade craved it above all else. He'd been damned for saturated emotion, that he felt too much, and here it was all about that until you felt nothing at all. It was a different path to a void of sensation heavy in your chest. The blue pill he took to silence his depression could never make him feel like what he found here. Impulse was sweet instead of a curse. He didn't have to compose himself for anyone at all.

"Did you see who did it so we can get them buy one, and we split it?" He offered, but the thought was lost as he dipped back into the music. Every sway pulled taunt against his body as the sugar of the drink dried against his skin, and disgust came over him. "On second thought, let's go with your idea first."

vivian thrived at clubs like these. she liked getting dressed up, covered in glitter and going out until she knew her body was going to hurt from dancing, but she couldn't feel her feet. even better was she usually ended the night with more glitter than she'd started. morning vivian hated the extra glitter, but drunk at night vivian loved it. she stayed out until she found someone to go home with or she was way too tired to continue.

she breathed heavily, pulling her dance partner for the night around with her. as they spun, she looked up, the lights above them looking like halos.

"you throw up on me i'm gonna be pissed," vivian did slow down though, stopping their spinning, but not her dancing. she didn't even realize someone had spilled anything on him. she reached out to touch his chest. "you're right that's nasty. you wanna go to the bathroom and try and clean up or something?"

REPLY to @eulcgizeme / cade rothschilde *

#heartsbreaking.#ch: cade rothschild #cade rothschild x vivian kellman 001

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autobot2001 · 11 months ago

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A Nice Night Together

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Drift and Jamie have a nice night together.

Day 6 @fluffyfebruary: fire @fluffbruary: dessert

"You know what you should do?" Vivian asks Drift, "a little date with Jamie. Something as simple as eating cake in the living room while the fire is burning and watching TV would be good for Jamie." "I don't know…" Vivian hugs him, "I'm sorry I can't help even while I'm human. This dimension isn't any better." "Unfortunately, neither is Cybertron, as you've learned from the terror twins, but this …" With nothing else to say, Drift goes to his mediation room. "You know I've been serving generations of Witwiccans, and I've learned how humans treat those who struggle mentally. While no longer locking people in hospitals is good, I feel like in place of the so-called treatment, mental health is ignored. Instead of families sending family members to the mental hospital, they ignore their mental health struggle." "Watching family go through big life events isn't helping Jamie either," Cade adds. "Ok, we know this will not help us or Jamie. We're done with this conversation," Vivian declares.

"You going to be ok?" Crosshairs asks as he sits next to Drift. "I don't know anymore. I hate how Jamie won't consider this a date. I can, but it just…you know?" "This is why I'm worried. Vivian could be right, and I want you and Jamie to do things together. I hate there's not much I can do." Crosshairs moves to hug Drift and allow the mech to relax on him. Even if this is helpful, Crosshairs still hates this is all he can do to help Drift and both are at a loss about how to help Jamie.

Drift smiles, hearing Jamie likes what he has planned. Vivian had told him not to tell Jamie this was her idea. Jamie sits on the couch with her red blanket over her shoulders, waiting for Drift. Jamie doesn't wait long before Drift walks in, carrying a tray. "Hot tea and a slice of marble cake," he says as he puts the two cups and plates on the coffee table, "not a bad combination." He hands Jamie a plate and fork before getting a plate and fork for himself and sitting beside her. The two decide to stick with watching YouTube videos and the Twitch stream they watch every night rather than a movie. Though Drift knows what Jamie would pick if they were to watch a movie. It's not that Drift doesn't like the movie. He wants this time together to last longer than three hours. The fire is still going. Cogman adds another log for the night. He looks at the two, hating how they can't have the relationship they're supposed to have and the reason why. He leaves the room.

Once the cake is eaten and the cups empty, Drift moves to the lounger part of the sectional and moves Jamie on him, ensuring she's covered with the blanket. Drift doesn't care about the lack of conversation; he's still considering this a date. There's not much to talk about since Drift is often with Jamie. Drift also doesn't want to upset Jamie and ruin this.

By one in the morning, Jamie is asleep. Drift turns off the TV and picks up Jamie. Keeping the red blanket on her. Cogman already told Drift not to worry about cleaning the mess on the coffee table.

Drift didn't think Crosshairs would still be awake as he watches the mech move to the edge of his bed. "Don't tell me you have been waiting for me?" Drift asks as he lies Jamie in bed. "Yes," Crosshairs replies as he walks towards Drift. "I'm fine. I hate how Jamie doesn't consider this a date, but Vivian is right; this is good for her, but will continuing doing things like this help her?" "I know," Crosshairs hugs Drift, "I'd like to help more than this." Drift rests his head on Crosshairs' shoulder. The two stay this way for a few minutes before deciding to go to bed. Crosshairs knows Drift liked his time with Jamie, but knowing she's struggling mentally is hard.

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers autobots #transformers drift #transformers crosshairs #bayverse crosshairs #bayverse drift #Jamie (OC)#fluffy february #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #dessert #fire #a date together #time together

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autobot2001 · 4 months ago

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Refusing to Particapate

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: T Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Soldiers continue to target Jamie. This time, one is forced to participate.

Day 25; @augustofwhump; insults, tear stains @augusnippets - path of hurt; reluctant Whumper

A female soldier smiles, anticipating the fun of verbally bullying Jamie. Three other soldiers smile. Only one soldier is not thrilled to do this, but they are roped into it. No matter what they said, the others forced them to join.

The reluctant soldier watches the others mock Jamie. Disgusted by their smiles as Jamie cries. He quickly texts Crosshairs before the others notice. They know they should stop the other three, but they also know they’ll ignore him. “Get the frag away from her!” Crosshairs yells, ready for a fight. They didn’t take long. The soldier thinks. Drift picks Jamie up and carries her away. Crosshairs looks at the soldiers in disgust before walking away. “That was still fun,” one of the male soldiers says. “They’ll get her out of here,” a female soldier smiles. The reluctant soldier heads upstairs.

Third time in a week. Crosshairs thinks. This time, they got her crying. It’s a hard ten minutes before Jamie stops crying. Crosshairs notices tear stains. He wets a face cloth with cold water. The two mechs question the tear stains happening now as Crosshairs wipes Jamie’s face with the cloth. Crosshairs places the cloth on the bathroom counter as the three hear a knock on the door. He opens the door and sees the soldier who alerted them and who’s been trying to befriend Jamie. Crosshairs shoves him out of the way. The soldier thinks he is angry, but then Crosshairs walks out and closes the door.

“I d-didn’t take part in the bullying, I—.” “We know. You also wouldn’t alert us if you did.” “I tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t listen. They enjoyed it.” “These are getting worse. We know they want Jamie to be disallowed here. It’s a good idea for her mental health, but then we’re letting them win.” They go downstairs to speak with Lennox and Optimus.

After reporting the incident, the soldier goes with Crosshairs into the shared bedroom. Crosshairs knew Jamie would be asleep. Drift doesn’t mind that Crosshairs allowed the soldier into the room. The three talk about taking Jamie to one of Cade and Vivian’s homes for a week. They know this looks like winning to the soldiers who targeted Jamie, but they believe this is good for her. They’ll need to plan the trip. Starting with seeing if they can stay at one of their homes and then getting permission from Optimus and Prowl. “You’re not coming?” Drift asks. “I shouldn’t. Jamie needs to get away from seeing soldiers. I know we’re not friends yet, and other soldiers targeting her isn’t helping.” The two mechs know the soldier is right. They need to worry about Jamie first, hoping today’s event didn’t make her afraid of the two human soldiers who are nice to her or those who have yet to approach her.

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers autobots #transformers crosshairs #bayverse crosshairs #transformers drift #bayverse drift #Jamie (OC)August of whump #august of whump 2024 #augustofwhump #augustofwhump2024 #day 25 #insults #tear stains #reluctant whumper #verbal bullying

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autobot2001 · 4 months ago

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The Anger They Feel

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: T Warning: Talk of poor mental health Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Seeing how upset Jamie is results in a few Autobots and two human friends ranting about her situation, and hating how there's little they can do to help.

Day 8; @augustofwhump; trap, attack @augusnippets - path of comfort; friends, found family

Several Autobots, using their holoforms, and a few of their human friends watch Crosshairs and Drift walk down the hallway. Drift is carrying Jamie, who is upset. Optimus knows the events before their return, yet it's simple for all to deduce. "I hate there's nothing we can do," Ironhide starts. "I could —," Sunstreaker tries to say. "No! You were told why that's a bad idea." "It's not like they treat mental health better here, but it's so fucked up what Jamie deals with," Cade says. "Add there's nothing anyone can do," Vivian comments, "I hate how we have no ideas but I have learned it wasn't any better on Cybertron before the war started." "No, but at least it was easy to get away from such bots once we were old enough," Sideswipe says, "we know Jamie has disabilities, and it's fragged up she's afraid to show us, but it's even more fragged up this is being used against her. Even if we're kept out of the loop. We know enough." "Indirect attacks on her mental health and, I'd say, occasional traps to make her talk to allow the opportunity to attack her mental health. False concern," Rung comments, "that's all they tell me. I am unaware of any specific things said to Jamie." "So we just watch her hurt, then?" Ironhide punches the metal wall. We know how this is affecting Crosshairs and Drift. They refuse to disclose anything to us, thinking it's protecting us." "That's what they think they're doing when we feel the same anger. They think they're protecting us from feeling sadness," Rung points out, "we can still support them. I know I feel like nothing is helping them. Crosshairs and Drift feel they're not helping Jamie." Optimus decides this is enough ranting and declares the conversation over. He goes to check on the three friends everyone is talking about.

Crosshairs and Drift struggle to calm Jamie. She waited until they got to the shared bedroom to cry. The two don't want visitors but agree to see who's at the door. Optimus is concerned about hearing Jamie cry. What the frag happened? He questions. He knows he's not much help, but Optimus can't leave until he knows Jamie is calm. He watches Drift struggle and Crosshairs hating there's not much he can do to help.

It's a difficult ten minutes before Drift can lie on the bed with Jamie. Crosshairs lays with them. It's another five minutes before she's quiet. The three mechs wait until she's asleep. "How often does this happen?" Optimus asks. "Crying like this is seldom," Drift answers, "but she has been crying often." "We need to keep her away from home, but we've tried that several times," Crosshairs adds, "there's not much else we can do. She knows how much her friends love her. We're more like a family—a found family." Optimus nods. Despite concern for their mental health, he understands it's pointless to remain in the room. Before exiting the room, he informs the two mechs of the others' willingness to help. Hoping Crosshairs and Drift will let the others help in any way they can.

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autobot2001 · 9 months ago

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I'll Take Care of You

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Drift taking care of Jamie who has a cold.

@theocxcanonweek day 4; caring for one another

With Crosshairs, Lightning, and the terror twins on a mission, Drift and Jamie are staying at their friends Cade and Vivian’s house in Texas. They dislike going unless invited. Drift didn’t expect Vivian to propose staying at the house while the others went on the mission.

After three great days, Jamie woke up unwell this morning. Drift watches her try to get warm under the blankets. He already knows Jamie has a terrible cold yet again. “Twice this winter,” he jokes. “Shut up.” “I’m going to get the thermometer.” Jamie knows Drift worries she might have the flu. They came from the N.E.S.T. base in DC. Whether Jamie has a cold or the flu, the two know she got it from a soldier. Unless there’s an Autobot who’s waking up feeling sick today and might not pleased Ratchet programmed the holoforms to allow Autobots to get sick.

“As I thought, a terrible cold again with a 102° fever. I want you to eat before I give you medicine. I’ll go make toast.”

Drift knew the silver human-sized Cybertronian, Cogman would insist on making the soup Drift does when Jamie is sick. “I don’t care if I’m overreacting, but making the soup takes a while and I don’t think we should leave Jamie alone for long, even if she is sick,” Cogman argues. Drift understands how worried Cogman is about Jamie, everyone is. Drift knows he’d be worrying about leaving Jamie alone if he was making the soup. Drift makes tea and breakfast.

Drift does his best to make Jamie comfortable while sitting up to eat breakfast. He kept it simple. Making one bowl of scrambled eggs and three pieces of toast. Knowing getting Jamie to eat one piece and some eggs will be difficult. With the focus on getting Jamie to eat, Drift feeds Jamie eggs. Relieved she’s not pushing his hand away until he gets a few forkfuls of egg in her mouth. “Ok, that should be enough.” Drift gets the cold medicine and gives it to Jamie before finishing the eggs and three pieces of toast. Jamie gets comfortable to go back to sleep, which results in Drift looking at her back. Drift would rather Jamie wasn’t sleeping on her right side in case she needed to throw up. Uncertain if she’d realize there’s a trash bin by the bed. He finishes his breakfast and moves the bin before taking care of the dishes. Jamie didn’t have any tea, so it’s a second cup for him.

Drift returns to the room, and retrieves the cup of tea. He sits on the rocking chair out on the balcony. He finds the view of the field leading to the woods relaxing along with the rocking chair.

Drift didn’t realize how long he had been sitting on the rocking chair until Jamie walked outside with a blanket wrapped around her. Indicating he had been outside for at least two hours. He finished the tea. Drift puts the cup on the floor and picks Jamie up. She coughs before leaning on Drift who lets Jamie stay outside here for a while. Even though Jamie will be asleep for most of the duration of her cold, Drift wishes Crosshairs wasn’t part of the mission, but he knows the team of Autobots needed Crosshairs’ skills as a sniper. He doubted Crosshairs’ skills as a paratrooper were needed, as the skill hasn’t been needed on Earth. Drift knows Crosshairs misses paratrooping. Drift suspects Jamie misses Crosshairs. The three are like a family — or as odd as it is, a family within a family with how close the Autobots and some humans are. He decides twenty minutes is enough outside time for Jamie. He knows Cogman will have a fire going in the living room. He carries Jamie downstairs to the living room.

Drift gets comfortable on the lounge part of the sectional with Jamie lying on him. Jamie feels the warmth of the fire and goes back to sleep. Drift turns on the TV, not looking to move Jamie off him. He knows it’s better to avoid him getting sick, but he’ll be careful to wash his hands. He knows Jamie would take care of him if she had to.

Jamie slept until four, which doesn’t concern Drift. He figured the medicine would have worn off, but he dislikes how awful Jamie feels. Getting her to eat soup is out of the question, but he worries about her throwing up if she doesn’t eat first. Jamie is coughing while trying to clear out her nose. Fearing Jamie’s potential vomiting, Cogman hastily grabs a nearby trash bin. He puts it by the sectional. Once she thinks she’s done coughing, Jamie lies back down under the blanket. “No,” she says, seeing Drift sitting on his knees by the sectional. Drift sighs and rubs Jamie’s back. He wants her to have some soup before giving her medicine, but it appears out of the question. He has an idea.

After eating some soup for dinner, Drift takes Jamie back upstairs to the bedroom.

He lies her on the bed but waits to cover her with the rest of the blankets. Then he retrieves the syringes full of hot chicken broth, but not too hot to consume from his subspace. Hoping to get Jamie to drink the two sixty milliliter syringes of broth. He figured this would be easier than a cup. He knows this isn’t much, but likely the best he’ll get Jamie to have. Drift gets the medicine ready to give after Jamie finishes with the broth. Jamie disapproves of Drift’s intentions. All she wants is the medicine and to sleep. Drift gets the pillows on the bed and positions them behind Jamie to sit her up. Jamie drinks the broth from the syringes. “Good, now you can have the medicine,” Drift praises. Jamie knows Drift wouldn’t refuse to give her medicine if she didn’t have the broth. Drift ensures Jamie is comfortable. With Jamie asleep, Drift cleans the syringes and cup and washes his hands. He checks Jamie’s temperature, still 102°. He knows it’s too soon for Jamie’s temperature to go down. He’s relieved it’s not going up. It’s bad enough Jamie has a seldom occurring fever when sick with a cold.

Drift gazes at the stars from the rocking chair for a while. He then showers and goes to sleep. He sleeps on Crosshairs’ bed as a precaution.

Drift watches Jamie before he gets out of bed. She stands next to the bed with his water bottle. Drift smiles, believing this is Jamie’s idea of taking care of him. At least while she’s still sick. He knows how unwell she feels now that the medication has worn off. Though Cogman might handle the cooking, Drift knows Jamie would take care of him. Drift gets out of bed to put Jamie back in bed. After taking Jamie’s temperature — which remains at 102° — Drift makes breakfast. Aware that Jamie won’t want to eat and the days will be a repeat of yesterday until Jamie gets over her cold. Drift doesn’t mind taking care of the femme he loves.

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers autobots #transformers drift #bayverse drift #Jamie (OC)#oc b canon week #day 4 #taking care of one another #Drift X Jamie (OC)#Jamie has a cold

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