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"Mute B-127 AU" part 5 (TW: Blood)
What if B-127 was a little more annoying, and talked a little bit too much? Part 5 of the "Mute B-127 AU", where I made Sentinel rip out Bee's voice box vv
This is probably the last part for now, unless you would like me to create some kind of an epilogue, or for example act 2 of Bee, dealing with the PTSD of losing his voice box/learning about D-16. I haven't planned out for that yet, so lemme know in the comments!
Thank you so much for every nice comment and re-blog, I was not expecting such an overwhelming response! I love you! < 3
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Some explanations under the cut ^^
In most transformers media after losing his voice box, Bee is basically immediately on the verge of dying, but because I wanted him to get one last interaction with Orion, I delayed that a little. He's very much dying, don't get me wrong, but I thought his body might have been able to do some basic repairs in that moment, just to keep him alive - hence the mask, that appeared automatically, sensing danger.
For the people who didn't read the IDW comics, the "chirolinguistics" is a real thing in the Transformers universe, and almost every bot knows a little bit of the "hand language". Here's a screenshot from the MTMTE comic #28 that inspired me:
3. Because my comic had been stolen already, I've put my watermark over few panels. I hope they were not too distracting ^^
#Mute B-127 AU#transformers one#transformers#maccadam#bumblebee#b 127#orion pax#optimus prime#elita one#transformers orion pax#transformers bumblebee#transformers sentinel prime#hurt Bumblebee#digital art#tf one#art#fanart#comics#transformers comics#cc.art
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shattered glass B-127
#bumblebee#b 127#goldbug#shattered glass#transformers one#transformers#orion pax#d 16#i think its funny if this alt version of bee doesnt talk much but hes always thinking the meanest things LOL#basically if bee grew really resentful instead#he would be crying tears of joy watching optimus tear alpha trion in half#he wants REVENGEEE!!!#i think this version of bee would follow optimus soley because he killed the bot that put him down there#megatron would try to convince him to stay but bee would think hes too weak#also... optimus killed the guy who hurt him...#optimus cares about him...#he wouldnt want to get left behind again would he...#what has megatron done for him?
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Rewatching TFA and I love stinkin ol' grumpy rude prick of an Autobot Ratchet so much I wish he would just trip on a rock and twist both his ankles- Also I think he should be allowed to swear his heart out
His voice always reminded me of Soldier from TF2 so that's where the first quote and the rocket jump doodly thing is from
#i love him so much <333#I think he could break the Geneva Convention with his own words#i want to shove him in a spittoon#actually i want him OBLITERATED#but also i want him not hurt#if that makes sense#transformers#maccadam#transformers fanart#maccadams#frootertooter archive#ratchet#tfa#transformers animated#tfa ratchet#sari sumdac#tfa bumblebee#doodlydodads
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transformers kitties + knockout <3
#im making like. designs#but i egh dont like em fully#also its 4 am again#and my wrist hurtsâŚ#< tags from last night lol#guys i HATEEE making character designs i cant design clothes for shit and yetâŚ#tf#artists on tumblr#my art#transformers#doodles#transformers art#transformers fanart#maccadam#knockout#skywarp#thundercracker#starscream#b-127#bumblebee#elita one#elite trine#anyways i might die for a month (exagarration) bc my wrist hurts </3#i had a 10 day clip studio streak going#wnd yet my downfall was caused by writing notes LMAO#humanformers#warrior cats
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Have I yet to mention.... that I have a Breakbee playlist...
If you may notice... it starts out with some... rocky relationship songs (their themesong IS Casual by Chapel Roan btw) and then ends up with like... Flimsy, here for fun type of relationship songs... and then ends up with like... actual wow id die for you right here and now songs....
I know whenever I post about Breakcheck I portray breakdown as this fully devoted partner, but thats in my au and a little bit in the future from Earthspark canon. Let's be honest... Breakdown is not a good boyfriend at first... (SEASON 3 DOESNT EXIST BTW)
He's still a Decepticon, he lies to Bee, he runs away when Bee needs him. In the end he does try to do the right thing, but he makes a lot of mistakes. But Bumblebee always forgives him, and neither of them really know why.
Breakdown's sheer joy at the chance to be a father with Aftermath is what inspired his change in my AU. it takes him finding out about Bee carrying to actually get his life together and start actually trying to be better for Bee.
#did someone say toxic yaoi?#toxic except it actually gets better and they fix it#like breakdown legit SUCKs at first and the autobots have a good reason to dislike him LOL#but they're working on it :]#Breakdown WANTS this life#he just doesnt think he deserves it#so he runs from it and pretends he doesnt care and says stuff he doesnt mean#it takes him a while to realize he's hurting bee in the process#and its not worth it#hes got a lot of insecurities but they're working through it#BREAKDOWN REDEMPTION ARC WHEENNN#transformers#breakbee#tf earthspark#tfe breakdown#tfe bumblebee#transformers earthspark#transformers bumblebee#transformers breakdown#tfe breakbee#Spotify
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bumblebee was born with door wings.
It was known throughout Autobot territory that having anything relative to something deemed decepticon labeled you an automatic target. Sparkling or not, Autobots were not as kind as the history archives liked to preach and Bumblebee knew this first hand. Discrimination was a factor Bumblebee was far too familiar with seeing as he was born with door wings though he could not fly and had a ground alt mode. His alt mode was that of a car built for speed, he was no Blurr but he could rival him with how fast he could go. His driving was practically like flying once his wheels hit the pavement.
Not to mention his slender frame rivaled that of a seeker, he wasnât bulky like a grounder something that put him at a disadvantage. He was not tall either, making him a prime target for bullying inside sparkling centers where all the other bitlets were not only bigger but stronger.
The overseers of the center always turned a blind optic to his bruises and dents. Not sparing him much energon since they didnât like looking at his bright yellow painting even when his black paint came in albeit late since his frame was never given the proper nutrients to grow.
Bumblebee spent his early protoform days in a sparkling center since his creators were offlined when he was only days old after his emergence. His creators were not lucky. It was a high act of treason for an autobot or grounder to bond with a decepticon and seeker even if the war had ended, Autobots did not take lightly to such unions.
They were hurrying to get to neutral territory when they were caught and offlined. He was left to rust in his carriers gray arms before being found by a traveling bot who dumped him into a sparkling center out of pity for his fresh young spark.
Sometimes, on the nights his stomach rumbled and his door wings were once again scratched and painfully bent he wished the traveler had left him to gray. His young processor saw things werenât going to get better at the sparkling center what with how all the others were adopted and he was sneered at.
So one night he snuck into the energon storage with a pouch and grabbed as much as he could before leaving. Life on the streets werenât truly different for him save he was beaten less but he did have to hide more. Many bots gave him looks that made his tanks turn and he did his best to steer clear of them.
He knew to be weary of decepticons and autobots alike seeing first hand how cruel autobots could be all because he was born wrong and he knew from listening to the overseers how cruel decepticons could be. He wasnât one to care for reading history or reading much in general but he did put it to use after teaching himself to read that decepticons had a point in their early cause. Even his young processor knew the counsel shouldâve listened to their demands and reached an agreement. That couldâve spared so many pointless deaths including his creators.
He knew never to speak on his thoughts of course because Autobots spoke of being the side dedicated to peace while showing they had a pretty messed up definition of what peace actually was.
âHey! Get lost!â
Scurrying without looking back Bumblebee was off.
His time running from bullies showed him he was fast and life on the streets taught him he could be even faster. Taking energon when absolutely necessary, speeding off with anti virus medicine that no bot would waste on him, dodging Elite guards who tried to take him into custody so he could be placed in a sparkling center. Yes, Bumblebee learned he was fast and he was good at utilizing it well into early adulthood when he would dodge servo happy mechs who wanted to touch him.
He wasnât blind he knew his frame was desirable. He was small, lithe, and curvy in all the right places that left mechs and even a few femmeâs glancing his way. At first it annoyed him. Being looked at meant trouble and as much as he wanted the attention, any attention when the days were crushingly lonely, he didnât want to be damaged because someone thought theyâd be doing him a favor ripping his door wings off again.
The first time it happened he was still a sparkling in the center. An overseer thought theyâd be helping both of them by removing the ugly nuisance from his back. His memory file painfully kept the scene of him screaming energon murder as he laid in a puddle leaking his life away. The looks other overseers gave him after they were reattached made his circuits and mesh quiver even to this day.
âLook out!â
He turned his helm away from the mech sizing him up like a fresh cup of energon in the sunrise with his arms covering his chest plates when his optics met sight of large ship hovering in the sky before missile fire rained down on them.
Heâd never run so fast in his life, transforming mid jump over a graying frame that laid on the ground before high tailing it. There was no stopping, no corner unfazed by the many mechs and femmeâs running to safety and no where to go where the screams of innocent mechs and femmes alike were cut off only to be replaced as the process repeated over and over.
He was exhausted by the time the ship left. The autobot insignia was hidden but word later got out that it was an Autobot elite guard ship hunting down two notorious decepticons who were hiding in their area. They hadnât managed to capture them so the group decided to take them by surprise and ambush them.
No apologies were given to the mechs and femmes permanently disabled by the elite guards reckless decision. Those that died were labeled a âtragic lossâ and were used to encourage bots across Cybertron to join the Autobot forces to help snuff out any more decepticons so another incident like this would not be repeated.
Bumblebee remembers feeling an array of emotions when he heard the broadcast. He remembers seeing the poster with Ultra Magnus not long after covering the area and bots believing the nonsense. He seemed to be one of the only few bots who saw something wrong with all this besides those permanently disabled. Neither he nor they said anything though. It would be disastrous for them, the outcasts and undesirables, to speak out against it. They were already hated by their people for being different Bumblebee knew the mechs and femmes who were permanently damaged would no longer live the same life. Theyâd be just like him.
Tossed to the side.
Bumblebee suddenly felt like his body was covered in the life energon that splattered on him as he raced to survive the onslaught. He felt his optics sting and the late night break in to a âcommunalâ cleaner did little to wash away the long gone life energon.
âHow can they live with themselves?â
Bumblebee asked himself this question countless times as he took what energon he could find before leaving the half destroyed town. It wouldnât do him any good staying there not when bots were looking for another to take their anger out on. Many of those bots were joining the military and hoping to become Elite guards themselves. Bee figured it was misplaced hope and a need for safety.
He got it, he really did.
If he could blend in he would but sadly he canât. He never could. Not with his yellow paint, door wings and femme like frame. He wasnât proud of the way he learned to use these things to his advantage. It wasnât always a guarantee he could scrounge up some energon without getting caught and since he was no longer a sparkling but a young grown mech, he needed to be careful not to get caught. He didnât want to end up in a detention center.
It was hard at first. Truth be told it was still hard. Going to half decent but mostly seedy bars working for his keep to have a place to rest his head and keep energon in his tank. He wasnât stupid. He knew this arrangement was not only dangerous but temporary. Eventually his luck would run out within twelve cycles and heâd be asked to accompany the bar owner to a more..private room. He always left immediately after saying he would meet them down there.
It led to him traveling a lot more than he originally planned but he eventually found some semblance of settling when he entered a camp full of seekers. There were a few grounders like himself, most likely mated to some of the seekers. He stayed clear of them seeing them just made him think of his creators and his processor just wandered to trying to remember what they looked like. So he tried to keep to himself no matter how lonely he was. He wanted to chat and get close with others, by nature he was a friendly mech and loved talking but he couldnât risk doing so. Not here.
Not when he was always at risk of being hurt orâŚused.
âYou know you donât have to be so distant. Itâs different here,â a grounder spoke, âa lot of seekers here just want to online peacefully and us grounders just want our sparklings and mates safe.â
The mech tried to put a servo on his shoulder but he flinched away, standing straight a moment later he looked anywhere but the mech and scurried off. His circuits were nervous for cycles after that encounter. Other grounders started coming to him trying to talk and soothe him as if he was a sparkling in distress and not a grown mech himself.
He didnât need them trying to creator him, he was fine on his own and had been all his life cycle. They could frag off snd creator their own sparklings. It made him so irrationally angry every time they tried to take care of him he wasnât some bitlet that needed consoling he was a grown mech that entered carrier heats alone when he was just a youngling living in a back alley. He was mech who survived the acid rains in the dumpsters or bots back garages in corners to not he seen. Heâd kept himself from being interfaced by older bots all on his own.
He didnât need them! He never needed a creator before when he was a lone sparkling and he doesnât need one now as a grown mech.
âArenât jou a little young to be drinking jour sorrows away?â
âArenât you a little fragger for bothering someone in a corner who wants to be left alone?â
Okay so maybe he had a foul intake but he was justified, he wanted some peace to wallow in a bar he wouldnât be asked to interface for shelter in for once he wanted to relax not this.
âQuite ze mouth on jou little one. Careful. Jou donât seem ze type to be good in a mech on mech brawl,â the mech laughed in his foreign accent. He blamed the high grade in his systems for making him think it was attractive as well as warming his pleasure sensors.
âYeah well you donât know what kind of mech I am so frag off and leave me alone,â okay maybe he sounded bratty but he just wanted the mech to go away.
âSuite jourself,â the mech said with a slag eating grin in his vox. It made Bumblebee look up from his glass he was going to give this mech a piece of his processor until he looked at the mech. He was tall, really tall. Arms thicker than Bumblebeeâs frame with a beautiful jawline that could offline. His face plate was a shade of blue he could never grow tired of seeing with the most beautiful red optics heâs ever seen. In the back of his processor he knew that meant this was a decepticon mech former or not he wasnât sure. All he knew in that moment looking at the beige and purple painted mech was that he was beautiful, stunning, a sight he was truly gifted to behold.
His intake was left partially open as he swayed on unstable pedes before grabbing the counter to balance himself. His high grade filled helm was hard at work rushing energon south as his private plating grew hot. He could feel his valve growing wet with sticky energon slick and he knew he had to get out of there.
His seal was still in tact thankfully but with how attractive the mech before him was he wasnât sure how much longer that would be the case.
âOooh? Nothing to say hummel?â
Bumblebee made a face at the name worry tinting his blurred optics as he gazed at the mech but the small part of his processor that was logic won out and he stumbled away from the mech. Forcing himself to be silent as he left the bar. He didnât have a place to call his yet but the archive building always had a room they let mechs and femmes stay in who had no hab suite. Here in the camps shanix wasnât as big a need like in the capital and their surrounding cities and towns. He still had less than the average bot but he had enough for fuel and thats all he really cared about.
He was just at the archive back-way when he stumbled and lost his peding. The rush of cold air didnât turn to concrete and vaguely he could feel two warm servoâs on his hips before being lifted into cool arms. The bot that helped him was a mech and a muscular yet lean one at that. They were quite large with how far from the he was but he didnât feel in danger. He couldnât identify what he felt if he was honest.
Warmth. Comfort. Soft. His body wasnât on edge for the first time he knew of. He almost missed the word heâd been unfortunate to experience until now.
Safe.
The mech holding him managed to make him feel safe when he didnât even know them.
âJou shouldnât get so full on high grade especially since jou arenât a regular size for that kind of high grade.â
âOh great, this mech again,â he wouldâve rolled his optics if he didnât have such a helm ache.
âPut me down,â his vox was half static as he tried to get feeling into his frame. His servoâs wouldnât listen to his circuits telling them to move and his digits just hung limp against the mechâs chest plates. They were thick, made for flight and battle. Oh how his private plating pulsed with life at the mere thought.
âWhy did I have to like em big?â
âAnd vhere vould jou go hmm? Do jou live here? In this little hole?â
Bumblebee had enough energy to get upset at the incredulous tone but not much else. He wanted to helm butt the nosey mech but he didnât have the energy to.
âNot your business, put me down,â his venting wasnât even and his frame was getting hot from all the high grade and his valveâs pulsing. He hoped the bot couldnât smell his arousal, he really wanted to frag the mech but at the same time he didnât want to risk getting sparked or a virus.
âAre jou sure jou want me to put jou down? Jou could barely stand on those little stabilizers just a moment ago. Jou think jou can make it inside?â
âWhy do you care? Just let me figure it out on my own and go away!â
He was starting to lose his temper and his valve was starting to leak with every passing word from that thick accent. He wanted the mech and he wanted to feel his spike breaching his valve and breaking his seal but there would be consequences to that and the mech was most likely a decepticon. He didnât get a good look at his chassis to see the insignia but Bumblebee knew he had one.
âFeisty little mech hmm?â
âIâm not that little,â with a sudden burst of energy Bumblebee managed to catch the mech off guard as he twisted in his arms. Lifting a servo to try pushing the mech away he was restrained faster than he knew possible.
âInteresting, jou have quite ze speed Iâll give jou that hummel,â the mech smirked unfazed, âbut iâm faster,â he said leaning in face plate to face plate.
âWhat do you want from me?â
âJou are interesting.â
âIâm not a pleasurebot,â Bumblebee glared, servo transforming to a stinger canon. He has never offlined another bot in his life cycle but he was willing to blue screen one on their aft if he needed to.
âI never saw jou that way little one. I simply think jour interesting. Iâve never seen a bot with yellow paint or wings as beautiful as jours especially since jour a grounder.â
That made Bumblebee freeze.
No bot had ever called him interesting, let alone beautiful. And his door wings? Well, they were betraying his vulnerability full throttle as they flicked and postured nervously. A tint of eagerness in how they didnât pull away from the mechâs direction. Vents stalling for a nanoclick as his optics focus on honesty and want in the red optics bewitching him.
âyou..you think iâmâŚâ
He couldnât get the words out his vox couldnât form a single sentence and his optics betrayed him by blurring with leaking fluid.
âi..donât..,â that ache in his spark coiled something fierce vice grip holding him immobile in the mechâs arms. Those red optics didnât pity him, didnât judge him, understood him.
âI vant to, hummel,â the soft blow of air from his dermaâs cooled the heat clouding Bumblebeeâs fave plate, he wanted more, so much more. âI vant to touch jou, show jou just how beautiful jou are, hummel.â
His dermaâs wisp the tip of his audial and brush against the mesh under his optic. Bumblebee could feel his horns flicking with excitement, with need, reacting to the mechâs touch. He wanted more. Needed more.
His own dermas inched forward, soft vent brushing blue mesh as his optic lids fluttered, chest plates pushing out slightly to touch the mech more. He could feel his breast mesh beneath his plating grow aroused perking to rub uncomfortably, begging to be set free. He wanted this mech to touch him, caress him, feel him.
He needed him.
Needed to be more than just a no bot fading to the background for safety. Hiding away from bots who wanted to lend him a helping servo, never staying in one place for long out of fear. His overseers still had him listed as a criminal for running away with a lot of energon and the seedy bar owners and patrons he served high grade to wanted his valve and seal for their own disgusting servos. He dodged plenty elite guards who identified him as a survivor to the raid on the small town he once inhabited.
Turns out they not only used it to make the towns people enlist and join the autobot ranks, they down played the damage truly dealt. Hid how many sparks were snuffed out and how many bots were permanently damaged because of their horrible decision. He had an idea of what they would do to convince him to keep it under wraps and he wanted no parts in that.
All the running, always watching his back, never able to trust another bot or simply talk the way he wished he could. He wanted nothing more than to be a normal bot.
His dermaâs touch the beige helm before he realizes, thats all it takes for the mech holding him. Heâs being carried somewhere, their entering the deepest parts of the seeker district where some of the more dangerous mechs cohabit. They come to a building he recognizes as a seekers home. Its built for a lone mech instead of a trine and Bumblebee feels his nerves jumble as they enter inside.
His optics wander the room as he notes paintings hanging from the walls beautiful and perfection in every sense of the word. Molding clay in a corner with stone and hammers opposite of them. Paint lies in a cupboard far too high for him to reach but perfect for the mech that shifts to cradle him.
A servo brushes so gently across the side of his helm holding his jaw to tilt making him look up. Red optics are warm to him now. A color he thinks heâll forever find comfort in so long as its this bot before him.
Heâs shy now, blue coating his cheeks as he feels the heavy thrum of the mechs spark pulsing through his thick armor. Heâs a war build seeker that much heâs sure of, his gaze wanders to purple wings and his own flutter at the sight. He canât help it. Theyâre so big, much bigger than his own and they could fly. He wished his could fly.
âJour wings are beautiful,â the mech whispers, olfactory sensor rubbing his, asking for permission that Bumblebee grants him.
The kiss is slow, searching, fluid, curious.
They both want to get a feel on one another, servos tightening around his waist, his arms hooking behind the beige helm, stabilizers hooking beneath the large chassis. Digits digging into the armor when he feels dermas press harder onto his own. The mesh is soft, so soft he almost thinks the mech freshly glossed them just for him. He feels the cool shift in the mechs frame grow warmer, the shift in metallic wings fluttering. Heâs vaguely aware of the bot taking him to the berth. High grade heightening his sensor nets while lowering his fire walls and the logic in his processor.
He feels his private plating heat unbearably, his vavle spasming as his back hits the soft sheets. His wings fan out in a desirable display and his hips rut against the mechs strong upper thigh that rests between his legs sinking into the berth. Their dermas part and Bumblebee flicks his optics open their hazy drunk on pleasure he knows will only grow. Heâs faintly aware of the room growing in heat from their warming frames, the windows begin to fog and his olfactory senses pick up the scent of energon slick and transfluid, it makes him look down.
The mech on top of him has his private plating retracted he has no valve that much Bumblebee realizes as he feels his own private plating tremble in anticipation. But the sheer size of the mechs pink and blue energon transfluid dripping from his engorged black spike with bioluminescent purple and blue lines in an attractive pattern he wants has glossa to lick and trace, has Bumblebees private plating snap open.
He looks away in shame as his pathetic spike shows itself. It was small even for someone his size he wouldnât dare compare it to the large spike about to penetrate him. Heâs sniffling upset already thinking heâll bd mocked, wings insecure as they shift awkwardly. But the beige and purple mech doesnât allow him to wallow. Those purple wings flare to capture his attention and the icy digit lifts his head to look at him. Warmth enraptures those beautiful red optics and heâs left starstruck.
Subconsciously heâs aware of his servos lowering to hold both sides of the mechs face plate, feeling the seductive jawline move as the mech spoke. Words uncharacteristically gentle aimed his way has his chassis quivering and his optics warming in leaking fluid as he whimpers a pitiful whine at the mechs words.
âYouâre a carrier,â the words are understanding, careful, sweet even, âIâm a sire mech, hummel,â Bumblebee didnât really know much about sire mechs he only knew they couldnât carry like he couldnât sire. He had to know all that being a carrier entailed since he was one but he never bothered to learn much on sire mechs. He knew regular bots could spark bond and have a piece of their sparks enter-twine before going into a protoform. That was the norm of how their species reproduced.
And then there was mechs like him and the mech above him, the rarities who carry in tanks and sired through transfluid and spark energy. A carrier mech could end up sparked through either just like a sire mech could spark a mech using their chamber or transfluid. Usually the two types only stuck to each other simply because they were not only made for each other but because it was easier that way since a regular bot would have complications with either types and regular bots didnât like their types.
âIâm sorry,â it felt right to say for some reason. He didnât live a life he wished for others to experience and so he assumed the other mech may not have as well.
âNo need to apologize hummel, jou did nothing vrong. Especially since i get to have jou here,â the mech said lowering himself. That thick spike dragging up his thigh plate made his hips rut and a smirk pulled at blue dermas that leaned back down to kiss him. His servoâs moved on their own, holding the mechâs chassis and shoulder optics fluttering as his neck moved back, wings spread out in invitation across the sheets. Hips lifting to rub his vavle along the thick pulsing spike that dripped transfluid onto his seal. He felt his valve squeeze on nothing and his grip tightened as he whimpered. He wanted the mech, this mech right here who showed him kindness he often ran from and rejected.
With him it felt different.
Maybe it was the high grade working in his systems, maybe it was the unparalleled beauty he saw in the mech that left him wanting more or maybe it was the growing heat that curled and coiled in his tanks with each touch the mech provided him. He didnât know and he didnât bother to care.
He just knew one thing.
âSpike..please,â he moaned as their dermas disconnected with a trail of liquid connecting them. His shinning optics took in the purple tint of the mechs cheeks and he felt his cheeks warm. This large mech was blushing at the sight of him, spike pulsing and hard because of him. Dripping the most delicious smelling transfluid onto his valve, all because of him.
âHummel, are jou sure?â
âYes, please,â Bumblebee pleaded, âbreak my seal, claim me as yours, mecha.â
There was a softness, a vulnerability that was partially guarded as the mechs red optics glossed slightly. A cool vent that left Bumblebee reaching up to pull the other closer as his wings lowered to stretch then spread in invitation. A shy invitation with shy confidence on Bumblebeeâs part as he initiated a soft tender shaky kiss. Feeling the mech return it, servo holding the space between his door wings as he tightened his stabilizers around the mechs waist.
Digits slide to his valve and wait, he pushes his valve closer to them and the mech answers his welcoming. Sliding the first clawed digit inside breaking his seal. He gasps in pure pleasure, the mech inhaling his air sliding another inside. Twirling his digits slowly, working the fresh folds open careful to stretch them as slick pink fluid coated black clawed servos.
The dermas kissing his neck cables nipped at them, those sharp denta sent a shiver down his spine. Oh how he wanted the mech to open his chassis and bite his teat glands. He knew he couldnât lactate but he wanted the mech to have the fun of trying.
âMaybe I really do have carrier protocols that can be activated.â That in itself was a surprise since he swore to himself he would never have a sparkling let alone take care of one.
The sudden pulse from his valve had his optics clouding for a nanoclick. The mech holding him had slipped two more digits inside him, he was impossibly tender and completely thorough in his stroking. He felt that sudden spike in heat wracking his frame his vents were starting to have trouble cooling him down and the mech bit a little harder when he felt the small bot in his arms gasp in pleasure.
âJou like that? Hmm? Have I found jour bundle of nerves?â
Those skilled claws lightly rubbed the bundle of nerves and he felt his interior node spasm at the soft touch. His helm fell back at the sudden rush of slick fluid that spilled into the mechs servo. He felt his legs lock tighter and his hips rutting in tune with the mechs digits his own digits dug deep into the mechs shoulders scrapping his paint. And before Bumblebee could apologize he saw the mechs wings twitch in appreciation.
âM..mecha..your wings..so..ahhhh so beautiful,â he moaned. He wanted to touch them but he knew he didnât like others touching his door wings so he was sure a full seeker wouldnât want a mixed bot touching his own and Bumblebee didnât think heâd be granted permission.
âBlitzwing.â
âH-huh?â
âMy name, mein designation is Blitzwing,â the mech now known as Blitzwing, soothed to him pressing his helm against Bumblebees.
âBlitzwing,â the name felt like honey and riches on his tongue. He found himself repeating the designation over and over again as his valve pumped out slick fluid into the mechs servo. He felt so good all over, his frame may be hot and his tank felt like it would burst at any moment spilling out of his valve but he could care less. He chased that feeling, the unwinding bundle that threatened to swallow him whole as he bucked his hips keeping pace with the beautiful mech before him.
With the beautiful mech named Blitzwing that his optics just couldnât get enough of.
âHummel,â his groan was delicious to his audials but when Blitzwing pulled his servo back he whined like he was struck with pain.
âI vant to be inside jou, mein hummel, please,â Blitzwing moaned lining his spike to Bumblebeeâs valve, âcan I?â
When Bumblebee didnât say anything Blitzwing pulled back ready to comfort him but Bumblebeeâs stabilizers pushing him forward so the head of his spike could slip inside him, well it made them both groan.
Bumblebeeâs valve was hot and soft to the touch, sucking Blitzwings spike in like a bot starved of the most delectable energon known in bot history. Blitzwing almost overloaded from just being inside the yellow minibot alone. He tried inching in slowly, allow the yellow mini time to adjust to his impressive thick spike but the yellow bug kept squirming and wiggling trying to lower himself onto his spike that he bit his lower derma to keep from thrusting in all the way.
âCareful zere hummel. Jou may rip something,â Blitzwing groaned as he almost bottomed out, servo curling around the yellow miniâs curvy mesh waist while the other held the back of his helm, Blitzwing watched the curve of his spike imprint the mechs tank. He felt his spike twitch spurting hot transfluid inside the soft meshy organ. Oh it felt so good to be fully sheathed inside the mech nestled in his arms.
His beautiful face plate was overwhelmed with pleasure, chassis heaving heavy vent after heavy vent in an attempt to cool his frame. His hips were twitching on his spike, he could see how full the mech was, so full of him that he almost slipped and overloaded inside him.
He didnât want to hurt the neutral bot especially since he just broke his seal but he did want to make this experience last as long as possible. He wanted the mech in his servoâs to be ruined for anybot else. He didnât want the yellow beauty to find comfort or solace in another mech or femme like this that wasnât him.
He carefully cradled the mech closer pressing them chassis to chassis, covered spark plating to covered spark plating. Sucking what little air the mech had blowing cool air into his intake as he slid his glossa inside. Roaming every inch of the mechs intake when he felt servoâs hold his wings.
The sensation made him jolt in surprise.
This mechs touch, his small servoâs, his tiny digits, feeling along the expanse of his purple wings, feeling along the groves and long healed dents was the best feeling heâs ever had in his entire life cycle.
Blitzwing was so embarrassed his cheeks shaded complete purple as he moaned loudly, overloading inside the little mech who arched his back strut with impossible flexibility. Overloading slick fluid that sloshed and poured free from his valve mixing with the transfluid that dripped onto the sheets and down Blitzwings thigh plating and knee guards.
Blitzwing felt his wings fan out and stand at attention the same as the mech in his servoâs. He felt his processor crash for a moment, frame shaking making him thrust into the yellow miniâs interior node pushing him to overload once more. The sweet cries and moans coming from the bots leaking intake had his spike pulsing at attention and he couldnât help himself.
Half crashed with his processor fritzing from overheat and excessive pleasure he kept thrusting. Their spark chambers thrumming at racing pace as they tried to connect through both the bots armor. Blitzwing had never been very vocal when interfacing save for some dirty talk but he couldnât stop the moans and pleasurable grunts and growls as he soaked up all the attention his hummel was giving not just him but his wings as they interfaced.
He hadnât touched the bots wings since one did not touch a carriers wings without permission. One didnât touch a sireâs wings either but for this mini without question he made an exception.
âAh, Hummel,â he felt his vox growl dangerously as another overload was building in his tank and circuits. Even with his ice powers blowing cool air on the air from his pistons it wasnât enough. The windows were steaming, the berth was creaking as the metal frame slammed the wall making an ignored crack. The bot in his servoâs was trying to meet the rhythm of his thrusts his valve puffy and stretched out. Pink and blue energon surrounding it as their fluids mixed.
Blitzwing tried to stifle a particularly loud roar by biting so hard into his derma he spilled energon. His spike impaled the yellow miniâs interior node over and over until his little hummel overloaded with a loud cry of static before dragging his digits down Blitzwings wing plating then frizzing out into recharge. His frame spasmed in reaction to Blitzwing overloading inside him completely unaware of the large mech falling to his side and crashing into recharge after roaring loudly accidentally turning his thrusters on and firing his pistons. The last thing Blitzwing saw flashing across his hud before completely falling into recharge was that his processor had activated the protocol every seeker dreamed of.
His conjunx programming.
Neither mechs were in a rush to online their optics. Blitzwing was heading back into recharge when he felt his frame being moved and his arms lose the small warmth heâd held throughout the night cycle. His processor immediately took that as a threat making his optics shoot open and his pistons blare to life ready to shoot when a startled yelp rung in his processor and a flash of yellow dropped down.
He was quick to catch the little mech before he hit the floor boards, yanking him back into his arms as his optics searched for the threat. When he saw the berth room was empty save for the two of them he tilted his helm confused.
âHummel, are jou okay?â
The mech in his arms was shocked and looked pretty shaken up though Blitzwing noted how he leaned into his touch instead of scurrying off.
âHummel?â
âStop calling me hummel. Thats not my designation.â
âThen what is jour designation? Jou never did tell me.â
ââŚâ
The yellow mini looked down, face plate shifting to a hurt expression. His optics werenât entirely clear but it couldnât have been from the high grade. His scans showed the two worked it from his system during their first shared overload. His protocols were buzzing with worry something that didnât show on his face plate but it did in his optics and closed off em field.
Deciding he would wait for an answer Blitzwing pulled the mech back onto the berth careful of sore stabilizers and his exposed puffy valve coated in dry transfluid and energon slick. He laid his back strut and wings comfortably against his pillows making sure the mech was comfortable against his frame. He could see the paint transfer on his thigh platings and he couldnât stop the grin on his dermas. Em field motioning towards the mini he felt him jump slightly at the outside emotions.
â..b-127.â
His vox was low, it didnât feel right to Blitzwing. The mech before him seemed so closed off, so closed in on himself Blitzwing was surprised he hadnât split a circuit open. He knew the little mech had fire in him, that much was proven when he told him off at the bar. Sure he could be shy but that felt right. This. This didnât feel right. And a designation like B-127? Thats not a real designation but he knows the yellow mech isnât lying to him. So why was that his designation?
âB-127? Thats quite an odd designation for jour creators to give jou little one.â
âMy creators offlined when I was few cycles old. Thats why I never got more than a sparkling center entrance number.â
The little mechs voice was cold and wavering as he spoke no matter how much he tried to stifle it Blitzwing could feel his em field howl with distrust, pain, longing, loneliness and sorrow at such a deep spark clenching grief. He was sure he could guess the type of life cycle the younger mech was tormented with. He knew well what the door wings on his back meant. The moved acted as wings a seeker would emerge with. He didnât have the build of a grounder yet he knew the mech couldnât fly. Sure he had a chassis like a grounder with no cockpit but that was it.
His plating was not build like that of a battling autobot but that of a civilian. He thankfully wasnât framed like a pleasure bot but his natural frame was close. The yellow plating on his stabilizers went just above his mid thigh. His pedes had a small sharp strut to them and his hip plating wasnât protective in the slightest. His tanks had no protective save for his back strut, the black plating blended well accentuating his curves that led to his yellow door wings with black opening handles just below the low window. His neck cables and upper chassis were exposed but his spark casing and tit glands were covered thankfully. His helm covering was yellow with black covering his audials, he had a strip of black on his forehead. That made Blitzwing get a good look at the antenna that drooped with his bots sad expression.
One he didnât like.
âJou didnât vant to designste jourself?â
âWhy should i? Not like anybots gonna call me by it.â
âIt can be for jou, yellow one.â
âYeah? And what if I donât care about having a designation?â
âStubborn,â Blitzwing smirked shaking his helm, âi think jou do but if jou prefer to be stubborn about ze subject.â Suddenly Bumblebee was pressed against the sheets. Blitzwing spike impaling him making the lingering transfluids sloshing inside of him slide back into his tank. His optics automatically began to haze as he felt some of the large mechs weight pressing him down. He never knew he would have a pleasure pressing kink, it was something he hoped the mech wouldnât realize.
âVhat if I told jou I wanted something to call jou other than the assigned numbers ze center gave jou. Hm?? Vhat if I vanted something better to moan during our bouts of interfacing? Hm? Ve seekers like spoiling our mates. Especially by calling their designations so every bot who hears us vill know who ve belong to.â
Blitzwing said the words as smooth as an icicle. They chilled him to his core in a way he felt heating his tanks just like the previous night cycle.
Bumblebee couldnât stop his back strut from arching into Blitzwings middle plating. His valve slicking hot energon makes it so much easier for Blitzwing to pull his hips back, the tip of his spike keeping Bumblebeeâs valve stretched as he made some excess transfluid and energon slick that was mixed together squelch out before it was roughly shoved back inside with a powerful thrust.
âJou deserve a beautiful designation to be moaned in jour ear, hummel.â
Bumblebee felt his tank lurch and his gestation pouch pulse. His optics blew wide open at the assault on his interior node, lifting his helm to open his intake and defy the mech laying so comfortably on top of him. Ready to argue his words and the use of his magnificent spike that cured a loneliness heâd never known could be filled until Blitzwing slammed into his interior node again knocking his processor and vox off from their regulatory.
The mech was stroking him so deep with every pump of his spike he was sure that Blitzwing intended to hit the bundle of nerves on his interior node and even try slamming into his gestation pouch. The realization made his valve pour and he couldnât stop his digits from digging into the sheets and as he arched perfectly into Blitzwings frame.
Blitzwing glued his frame to the mech below him and he decided his mating code picked a perfect mech to match him with. Sure he wished he couldâve gotten to know the mech better and know him for longer but if his sweet expressions were anything to go by. The parting of his dermas as static slipped free, his seductive arch, his tight little valve that went from relaxed to squeezing his spike like his spark depended on it. Every hum and whine and mewl the mech let out was far too great for Blitzwing not to bend down and steal for himself like the selfish decepticon he is.
âNnnnnghhhhh,â those noises were music to his audialâs. He couldnât help but open his optics as he kissed the yellow mech depely. Seeing up close for the first time just how beautiful the mech truly was. Smooth faceplate, glossy painted frame streaked with his colors with an incredible curvy femme like frame to pede. Not to mention his door wings.
Blitzwing wouldnât ever admit it to any other mech besides himself and maybe his hummel but those wings. He watched those wings twitch with sad expression for literal joors as the yellow mini sat at the bar drinking high grade too high for his frame. He wouldnât have really cared if it were another mech about to be taken advantage of. He knew what the bar tender wanted by giving the mech such expensive and tasteful energon. He hadnât really cared until he saw just who the mech was.
He didnât really know the yellow mini outside of seeing him in passing since the day he wandered into town. Expression blank in a way all too familiar to his own when he used to live in the slums of Vos and Kaon. He didnât have a place to call his habsuite or home after his creators offlined. Surviving the cruel streets taught him to look as reserved and untouchable as possible. The same look he once adorned on his face plates was the same look the yellow mini possessed as he went about in town.
Many tried to chat with him and each bot was either rudely turned down or he shut them down before walking off. He intrigued Blitzwing at first, his first time seeing the mech up close he was in his alt mode. Seeming to be cruising to himself far from the other grounders who drove and raced together. Blitzwing admired the sleek form of his alt mode as he watched him from afar, vox stolen along with his helm and processor as he watched the yellow mini transformer into root mode and walk into the archive halls. Those wings were pressed flat on his backside, one that Blitzwing admired in its entirety as he took in the shapely aft and slender stabilizers that had small heel struts holding casual grace as they moved.
He was star speckled when he first saw the mini and ever since he kept his optic out for him. Engine almost purring at every chance he got to see his cute little aft bent over as his door wings bobbed in natural response. He never saw himself having a thing for grounders but seeing as the mech was half grounder half seeker he was more than happy to make an exception.
So seeing the little mech all alone at the bar with a cup of high grade had been a gift he was not willing to pass up. No he wasnât intending to berth him but it had been a welcome surprise. One he wasnât planning on letting him escape from. He was more than happy to show his hummel all the ways in which they were perfect together and if it meant starting in the berth room, well.
He was more than happy to get their odd courtship started.
âAh! Ah! Bli-bLitzWing!â
âGo ahead, hummel,â Blitzwing moaned into his intake, glossa sliding inside for a quick taste before slipping out, âI vant to hear all of jou. Every whimper, every gasp, every whine. Go ahead. Donât hold back on me. Mein hummel,â Blitzwing uttered against his derma, ever the secret romance bot, âLet me feel jour body tremble.â
With a loud optic leaking static cry Bumblebee felt Blitzwing intwine their digits together digging them further into the sheets. Spilling energon transfluid into his valve and gestation pouch as it burst from the round tip of his spike. Filling his tank quite noticeably as it swelled from not only his humungous spike imprint but the sparkling fluid drenching him with pure creation.
He couldnât focus his helm circuits long enough to know the difference between opening his intake or his valve that greedily drank as if his life energon was at stake. His vox wouldnât shut off no matter how many times he tried to shut his dermas and even the sheets he bit down onto wasnât enough to stop the pleasured cry as he felt his spark chamber crack open.
The loud rumbling hum of a spark too big to be his own roared behind him. The life wisping energy of his untouched passionate bright orange spark began to mix in perfect harmony with Blitzwingâs mixed hues of orange and red life spark energy.
The two were in awe and amazed by the colors of each otherâs spark. Blitzwing would never have guessed the yellow mini had orange in his spark or that a spark could even be pure white. Sure heâs heard rumors but thats all he thought they were rumors. He never believed they were real for a second but oh how wrong he was.
âOrange and red? Iâve read about them but I never thought Iâd see a bot with one! I never thought Iâd see another bots spark at all to be fairâŚâ
While Bumblebee and Blitzwing were awed at the sight of the other mechs spark and the beauty of the others essence, they completely forgot one important detail.
Their sparks were merging, becoming one, permanently.
The two mechs had just permanently sparkbonded becoming conjunx and hadnât even realized until their energies permanently sat mixed within one another and their chassis closed.
Lingering specks of energy littered the air around them. Their digits were seemingly glued as their frames melted to each others. Bumblebee could feel a wave of warmth, confusion, anxiety and the ache of an overthinking helm in the pit of his tank and in the center of his spark. He reached his em field to touch it and the feelings burst to life with a static screech of his vox as he felt electricity burst from within.
His valve clenched tight around Blitzwingâs spike making the mech shake. The larger had been caught off guard by the sudden pleasure and discomfort around his spike after such an optic stopping moment as seeing a spark as ethereal as this. By Primus his spark put the stars in their galaxy to shame. He felt the symphony of the arts floating around his helm and the urge to paint his now bondeds spark on canvas to capture its immortal flawless core.
He needed to build. To craft such perfection and magnificence for him to behold in and out of the mechs presence. No not the mech presence, his mechs presence.
The yellow mini was not just a random bot anymore. This yellow mini who captured his attention without lifting a digit or batting an optic his way, was his.
And oh how he feared the clicks passing by as his affections and fascination grew.
âHummel,â the mech groaned, digits clasping the miniâs tighter as he felt jolts of electricity stinging the core of his spark with fear and a warmth heâs never been granted past his creators.
âWe bonded, oh frag we bonded!â
The panic settled in the form of his vox and vision glitching with fuzz and discolored sights in leaking optics that burned to his over working vents. He could not bring himself to release Blitzwing but he couldnât bring himself to stop panicking.
âI just bonded with a mech I donât even know! Oh frag Iâm bonded to another mech! Frag, frag, frag!â
âAre jou telling me jou think jour on the femme attraction hummel?â
The raised taunting mesh above red optics annoyed Bumblebee especially when he could see the smugness in Blitzwingâs expression, though he refused to acknowledge his wanting to comfort the hidden fear in the mech he grasped tighter. Not because he cared and felt grounded by something as simple as touch but because he was running on high energy. He could delude himself for the moment heâs earned it.
âShut up,â his cheek curves were blue with energon as he avoided that stiff smile, âits not that! I just donât know you.â
âVell ve are bonded now. Ve have all eternity to get to know ze other,â Blitzwing said accepting this a bit easier. Sure he was freaking out on the inside but the use of slightly taunting humor and the pretty mech still beneath him helped soothe him. That and he was still pumping transfluid inside the little mini and he was becoming fascinated with just how vast their size difference was. He was aware of his war frame being bigger than most bots but he was so used to being around other war frames and average sized bots, even heavy weight bots, that he forgot about mini bots.
Though now that he looks at the mech he didnât exactly fit the form type of a mini bot. His protoform was far tooâŚcurvy and slim in all the right places to be a mini. They tended to be more round and husky, stout really. They were perfectly balanced in being heavy weight to make up for their short stature. But this mech didnât seem to be stout he wasnât even chunky. He was just curvy and little too slim.
âKind of likeâŚoh..â
It would be best not to ask.
âIt vould be best to wait until veâre more familiar vith each other to talk on our pasts..though Iâm sure I know ze answer..â
âThis isnât funny! Do you have any idea what weâve done?!â
âJes.â
âAnd youâre just okay with that?!â
âJes.â
âYou donât even know me!â
âI know enough. I can spot a good bot from a bad bot and jou hummel are a good bot.â
That seemed to catch his hummelâs attention. He was glad for it, he could feel a warmth grow within their new bond. A pulse of something thready beginning to form and a piece of his spark broke as he pin pointed the emotion.
Praise.
His hummel had never received praise or appreciation before.
âJust how lonely a mech are jou?â
His mating protocols were kicking into gear. His instincts spurred him to drown his bonded in the affection he so desperately craved and needed. There was an abundance of emotions and needs both physical and mental that his hummel had never received. So many things were empty inside his hummels spark and the memories he barely touched were only of pain and basic mecha comforts. The care and affection he sent out through their bond was unrecognizable to the mini and as he heard sniffling and felt shoulder struts shake at the rush of overwhelm and confusion from below, he did his best to guide and comfort him through the torrent of unfamiliarity.
It took two joors to get his hummel to calm and by then the lunar and solar cycles events and lack of fuel had caught up to them. He wanted to get his hummel and himself fuel but the tiny servo resting on his spinal column had stopped him. He knew then he was weak for the pretty mecha as he curled around him drifting into recharge. Though the nights recharge was not helpful.
After bonding bots will share certain memories through the conjunx endurea bonding and it will be completely solidified. There would be no surgery or repairs capable of undoing their bond. Blitzwing had felt it necessary to share this information with his hummel who responded by loosely holding his larger servo between their chassis. He didnât meet his optics but closing them and leaning close did more than words could.
Currently he was shifting an optic back at his hummel, he was sitting at the large table watching nothing but that was to he expected. Blitzwing knew a lot of memories of his life cycle were not at all pleasant. Sure he had moments where things were good but the horrors he committed in the great war. The painful experiment he went through granting him the ability and title Triple changer along with his long held curiosity and attraction to his hummel before meeting faceplate to faceplate.
Well, he was surprised his hummel was still sitting at the table let alone being in the same home as him.
Blitzwing attributed that to shock and his hummels own personal history of horrid memories one would like to leave behind. The care center, the casualties autobots often caused, the discrimination and hatred he faced on cycle to cycle basis. Coupled with having to survive on the streets while hiding carrier status at such a young age. Blitzwing stood no chance in shutting down his protective protocols the moment they onlined from recharge.
The yellow mech was finally able to escape his arms because his tank rumbled for fuel which is why they were in the fuel room. If his protocols deemed it safe Blitzwing would be carrying his mini mech around as he prepared them an early cycle fuel. He learned from the miniâs memories he never received a home fueling. Blitzwing was determined to change that no matter how much it tugged at his spark to think he could still taste his carriers home fueling while his mini mech has not.
âHere, jou need fuel and zis vill help jou feel better.â
âThanks,â his vox was tired, empty, overwhelmed with his past and Blitzwings important memories through the ages heâs been functioning. They both were having a tough time seeing what the other had been put through. Neither were having any luck being separate for more than a nanoclickâanother side effect of their newly formed bond.
Blitzwing hadnât been making their morning fuel for a full eight clicks before both their frames grew cold from lack of touching the other. He was sitting beside his hummel before heâd realized he still needed to make his own morning fuel.
âHere,â he felt something warm press against his dermas, smooth liquid tickles the sensitive mesh filling his olfactory senses making his tanks growl. He opened his dermas allowing the energon blend to slide down his pharynx with a soft groan.
âNo, jou must fuel,â Blitzwing took his own energon and held it to the smaller mechs dermas, âdrink.â
The flush of blue to the minibots cheek plating was adorable. Blitzwing accidentally activated his internal cams taking in the slow rise and fall of his chassis watching his intake curl around the cup as he finished the last of his energon.
âJouâre beautiful.â Blitzwing spoke without conscious, his words deepened the blue along his hummels cheeks to color his entire face plate. âI vill imagine this face in the midst of every battle, I vill gaze at jou every lunar cycle and every solar break. For I vant jou to be the ethereal that greets me every dawn und every dark that guide me through every trouble that aggrieves me.â
âYou-you liquid tongued mecha! Stop it,â his hummel exclaimed covering his optics with black and yellow digits. âWe arenât in the heat of interfacing you donât have to play smooth with your vox. Iâll frag with you again just not until I can walk properly on my stabilizers.â
Slowly inching his hummels digits away, Blitzwing locked optics with him, âI mean every word I say, whether in ze berth or not. Jou are mine now mini one und I make it a goal of mein to spoil that which is in mein possession.â
âOh yeah? Well last I checked Iâm my own bot conjunx or not so stop trying to velvet vox me,â the yellow mini spoke with fire that ignited Blitzwings spark.
âI hope to see jour fiery spirit more often, hummel.â
The curl of blue derma was enough for Bumblebee to try frowning at the larger mecha but the sound of their tanks growling made him look away with a huff.
âLet us properly fuel then ve can talk more, hm?â
âFine,â his hummel said with defiance that turned liquid when Blitzwing pressed his dermas to soft grey mesh on his hummels forehelm.
The cute static and beep was much appreciated on Blitzwings part, though not so much on his hummels part who swatted him.
Halfway through the solar cycle and the freshly bonded conjunx were relaxing in each otherâs arms. Content to feel the others spark thrum while talking things through.
It was obvious between the two Blitzwings home would be shared and the room Bumblebee was staying at would be given back. They spoke on Blitzwings status as a decepticon and what that meant for Bumblebee.
âJou vonât be forced to join the ranks but jou vill be vith me if I am ever called for battle, should there be a battle. Jou vonât ever have to fight if jou donât join but I vould feel better if I could train jou to defend jourself. Neutral or not, being vith me brings danger that I vill do anything to keep jou from.â
Bumblebee felt assured oddly enough. Sincerity flowed through their bond and he reached out in acceptance. He knew Blitzwing was high ranking from his shared memories and learning heâd been living in small towns like this for almost three million stellar cycles. After Megatron gave the call to hide Blitzwing did just that as he awaited for Megatron to call upon him once more.
âTruthfully I am not so sure I vant him to call me. I rather like living in peace especially since I have jou now, hummel.â
âWhat does that mean?â
A raised brow and Bumblebee specifies.
âHummel. What does it mean? You keep calling me that so it has to mean something.â
âIt is ze german vord for bumblebee. An insect found on certain planets. I once ventured on an insecticon ruled planet. Jou remind me of the few I witnessed fluttering about. Especially when jou bob jour wings.â
That made Bumblebee blush and as his optics grew wide. His intake fell when he felt the form of a memory tug at the back of his processor. He was confused on what it was until he felt Blitzwing smooth a digit over his servo and he looked into the large mechs optics.
He felt himself lean in and his processor opened allowing the image of a large insectibot with his colors bob and flutter around a gigantic organic planet before landing. He had to admit Blitzwing was correct in the resemblance, though he didnât have any fuzz or fur on himself he did have similar antenna save for the sharp quality.
âJou remind me of them. Though zey arenât anyvhere near as beautiful as jou mein hummel.â
There was silence for a long time as Bumblebee replayed the memory on a steady loop in his brain module. Blitzwing sat patiently enjoying the awe on his hummels face plate until the silence was broken.
âBumblebee.â
âHm?â
âMy designation,â Bumblebee uttered with some hesitant but budding confidence, âmy designation is Bumblebee. I want that one. I want that to be mine.â
His vox was small, personal, mystified.
Blitzwing felt a warmth in his spark grow that he didnât know possible. The care he held towards his hummel grew and he knew then he this was truly it.
His hummel. Bumblebee.
âThis is the mech I vant for the rest of my life cycle und the next.â
He was never one for smiling but for Bumblebee he knows it will be easy.
âA beautiful designation, mein Bumblebee.â
It felt like cyberhoney on his glossa and he knew then he was sparked further.
âI guess being with you wonât he so bad, Blitzwing.â
The delicate kiss on his dermas further cemented his revelation and Blitzwing rested a servo on the back of Bumblebeeâs helmet pulling him closer to deepen it.
He did not want to interface with his hummel. He just wanted to feel him and his em field reflected as much and so did their bond.
Blitzwing was more than happy to feel the sentiment returned.
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First & foremost Free Palestine & Free Sudan & the Congo. Please share their stories & protest so that the cruelty they face may be stopped.
Second - I did not expect to make this story so long in the beginning. I hope all who read it enjoy.
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im.hunting for secrets in the tf one trailer because i'm normal
there are markings on this guy's chest and shoulder that seem too deliberately designed to not be some kind of writing, but comparing it to cybertronian alphabets that have been presented before, i cannot for the life of me make out what it could be
bottom right purple text only has "MINE" visible in the shot
top middle text says "HA'LS" in gold (or at least i'm assuming it does, i'm not sure what the little dash in the middle is meant to be) and "BAR" in green
i hope they get in a bar fight. i love bar fight scenes
just thought it was funny that "IACON 5000" is written in english,, i assume it's because this setting is more important to the story and other text is mainly easter egg purposes
the clearest frames i could pick out showing megsy's first alt mode. just for fun
alpha trion is some kind of mossy mystical cave unicorn creature
alpha trion is some kind of mossy cave creature who plucks organs out of rusting bodies and shoves them into people no hesitation
note alpha trion is also huge. (comparable size to the very creature-type bodies all around this cave area?)
this shot was deliberately chosen to highlight this dead guy for some reason
gold and blue, claws, big feathered wings ringing bells for anyone??
if they're an existing character, i don't know who it could be
the way baby megs is kneeling, gently placing his hand on the face and talking to it seems reverent or like he's confiding in it, so like duh showing that he feels connected to it in some kind of intimate, emotional way
(dead bodies don't turn grey in this universe, judging from the winged blue+gold guy, so.is little megs hanging out with a giant head is that what's going on)
note d-16 has the decepticon insignia already on his left shoulder throughout the whole trailer, and it seems about as beat-up and grimy as the rest of him, so it has to have been there for a good while
#please pLEASE PEOPLE BOUNCE IDEAS WITH ME im going nuts#side note i cant believe ppl are already upset. âoh the plot's generic the writing's lame the casting is bad it's for kidsâ#remember now. cartoon show in the 80s advertising plastic car toys for kids. its fiction. its not that serious. relax it wont hurt you#u can critique a piece of media and you can still be nice about it without personally bashing the cast crew and audience its not that hard#transformers one#tf one#orion pax#d 16#elita 1#bumblebee#alpha trion
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Just to inform you, guys. Iâm intending that, for the majority of our Sparkling AU, itâs an AU, so itâs not about the characters when they are actually babies anymore. Itâs basically about the whole entire TFP story except itâs set in a universe where there are no actual wars. The whole âwarâ thing is just some sparklings going into groups and play-fighting with their imaginations. Every character that âdiedâ in this universe are just either moving to another school (ex: Cliffjumper & Elita One) or got tired of the game and didnât wanna play anymore (Ex: Skyquake, Dreadwing, and Breakdown). And all the human characters are all little ragdolls that are brought to life by the sparklingâs imaginations.
cause the actual show crippled me and this is my denial mechanism.
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#transformers#tfp#artists on tumblr#transformer prime#transformer au#tfp sparklings#my sparklings#Sparklings AU#I might get to more medias this way#Like the whole story is actually just some kids playing around#No one died and no one really hated each others#They are just playing and everything is fine#But somebody did get hurt totally#Cause thereâs no adult supervision still#Megatron did totally found those unsupervised pills#donât worry eventually at the end of the story someone will find out and take him to the hospital for medicine poisoning#And heâll make a full recovery after a few months#The ending scene is just Bumblebee rushing to some adults to finally snitch about Megatron#and they also found out about the pills#And Bumblebee is just too young to speak the whole time but at the end he did learn so#What if the whole story is actually just about some wild kids and mad irresponsible parents#And Unicron is just a mean teen who wants to bully the kids#Heâs wearing a bean bag suit that looks like Megatron to scare and confuse the kids#And near the end Megatron finally left the hospital and came back to play#With the pills completely confiscated and him going through councilings to get off the addiction of course
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"You seem to have a habit for seeing that which you should not."
I wrote this scene earlier today and felt compelled to draw it while bored out of my mind in class.
#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#optimus prime#megatron#bumblebee#pretender au#digital art#sketch#tfp fanart#lets try some writing draws#I am well aware this isn't my best work#but my hands hurt so this is what I got.#At least I managed to get the thing drawn out reasonably
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bumblebee expression sheet w some shading maybe :3 I want to make him as animated as possible
#transformers#tf bumblebee#bumblebee#lyrestfau#transformers bumblebee#tffc#fan design#fan continuity#character design#HES A GUYYYYY#do we fw the style gang#Iâm gonna hurt him#TRANSFORMERS STARFATE
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I WISH TO KNOW MORE ABT THE PRETENDER AU. PLS TELL US ABOUT THE PRETENDER AU. IT LOOKS RLLY COOL AND INTERESTING AND IM ALL HERE FOR ELDRICH ABOMINATION OPTIMUS!
I got you buddy. I've been wanting to go nuts with an explanation FOREVER. Of course I won't be giving EVERYTHING away. Just some bits and bobs :)
Let's begin shall we?
Overview
The Pretenders were the result of an experiment. They are not naturally created beings, nor are they the spawn of Unicron. Born in a lab, Optimus was the first of his kind and instilled with the mission that all Pretenders now adhere to without fail. It is hardwired into their genetic code, so much so that they are physically unable to avoid their mission. But with that said, they are not inherently malicious.
Made for a specific purpose, they are beings that wish to fulfill their function. If left alone, they will kill a few to gain a foothold to increase their numbers and then proceed to reproduce without any need for bloodshed. However with the war raging and due to the specifics of their biology, increasing their numbers en masse is impossible. Their lack of safety in numbers combined with the threat to their mission warring around them has forced this normally rather passive species into action.
Meant to be a race of sleeper agents, the Pretenders are only so active and aggressive due to their mission being threatened. Without the fear of annihilation hanging over them, they would largely remain dormant. But as that is not the case, they currently operate under instincts designed to serve them in times of strife. Hence their shortage of empathy and overall lack of care for the lives around them. In short, they will only act if acted upon. Without an external threat to their mission, they act as any other member of the population, excluding their smaller oddities. Bumblebee is an excellent example of what a dormant Pretender may look like, and even he is more active than a dormant one normally would be.
As of the present time in the AU, the Pretenders have made the decision to flee Cybertron to hopefully find a world where they can increase their numbers safely, and in doing so, finally have the numbers to blend into the background and complete their mission without Megatron exterminating them all.
Pretender Development
Optimus was born in a lab, and as such his origins are not going to be discussed. However in normal cases, the development of a Pretender follows this order:
Pretenders capable of spawning, those known as Firstborn, will begin to produce larva no bigger than a digit once they are mature enough and have sufficient resources. These larva develop in a safe location, either in a nest, or in the case of Optimus's young aside from Bumblebee, directly underneath his outer plating where they can feed from his fuel lines directly.
All larva can be genetically altered to a degree when they are young through offerings of CNA from either the dead or energon samples from the living. They do not need to be inserted into a host, however those that are put into a host in their early larval stages develop differently than those who adjust without one.
Larva that grow without a host will lose their more insectoid appearance over the course of a few stellar cycles while under the dutiful care of the resident Firstborn. These larva are better at blending in than their counterparts due to the lack of information fed directly into their processors and slower development. They mimic normal sparklings in their growth, even developing a personality not tied to their CNA donor. The attention from their Sire also inspires a more docile nature in them, ensuring that they are less likely to act on their own. Their more odd Pretender aspects are not nearly as powerful since they were given ample time to grow and receive information without interference. Not having to play a role, have a personality forced on them, or otherwise being shoved into a frame that is not made for them ensures that the normal larva grow up to blend in better than their counterparts ever could.
These unaugmented Pretenders generally do not exhibit many signs of their nature, lacking brute strength even without their disguises. Their organs and structure match the average Cybertronian almost perfectly so long as their coding is dormant, and even then, it is hard to pick them out. The only true giveaway of what they are is their EM field and the slight difference in optical structure, and to notice the first trait requires increadible skill. Megatron has begun to take notice of this fact and has trained many of his agents to sniff out a Pretender without issue. The DJD are his greatest assets in this regard, that with them all being survivors of larva implants.
Their true forms are not nearly as monstrous as their counterparts and they can easily be mistaken for an Insecticon or a Predacon depending on the circumstances, only adding to their disguise. Often they do not allow their shells to fall away and they remain mostly docile save for the odd fits of hyper vigilance when a potential threat is around. They are not natural born leaders or specialized in any field, instead opting for greater adaptability and disguise over outright strength. Once fully mature and in the event that they are not threatened, these Pretenders largely forget what they are. Their coding falls dormant and they live without any serious differences when compared to natural Cybertronians.
The only time these Pretenders become active while allowed to live normally is when a Firstborn appears. In such a scenario, the Pretenders as a whole will begin to wake. Let it be known that there can only be one Firstborn at a time. However to make up for this weakness, every Pretender also possesses the ability to wake and become a Firstborn, which will in turn lead to conflict resulting in the deaths of all potential heirs until only one remains. For this reason, Optimus made the decision to prematurely select an heir to avoid this outcome.
Now with that said, larva inserted into hosts are a whole other issue. They are all specially chosen for their host beforehand. Their Sire gives them the CNA of the one they are to bond to, and then once they are ready, they are inserted into the host usually through the optics. The larva will then bury into the host's processors and proceed to slowly devour memory and knowledge over the course of a few stellar cycles all while it grows.
It will devour the host as much as it can, resulting in thinness. Then it will begin to expand, spreading out roots like a plant and leading its waste to be execrated as a green fluid from the host's vents. As its roots spread, it forces the host to deteriorate to make way for its developing form. By the time the larva has consumed the host in all but spark, it forces its host to walk toward energon deposits and then forces the host to purge any remaining internals the host may have so that the larva may continue to grow. Once the host is dead, the larva finishes its gestation by consuming energon and turning the external armor of its host into a disguise all while it finishes developing internally. During this state the larva is very susceptible to adaptation and depending on where it finishes it gestation, develops the unique traits that sets every Pretender apart. No two Pretenders are the same after all.
Optimus finished his development underground and he had to crush energon crystals underground, so his jaw is capable of splitting to allow that. Ratchet was given energon crystals whole during his development, so he adapted to have unusual numbers of mandibles in order to facilitate this.
Pretenders who had a host take on many of the traits of their host and are the only ones who always remain active. They do not forget what they are and they are unable to fully adapt. Their empathy is lessened and their focus is on logic over emotion. They are the few who push the mission onward alongside their Hierarch. It is instinctual for a Firstborn to bring a few to his or her side through inserting larva into hosts. It is the most efficient way to obtain information and social status. Perhaps not the most subtle, but indeed effective.
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Generally a larva cannot be removed from a host upon insertion, however a few lucky mecha with unusual processors or frames are able to have the parasite removed before it is too late. They come out scarred and broken more often than not, but due to the partial changes the larva started in them, they are the most brutal of Pretender hunters. No Pretender can hide from them, not when they can find them almost as instinctually as a normal Pretender could.
#maccadam#transformers#digital art#transformers prime#alternate universe#pretender au#optimus prime#bumblebee#ratchet#sketches#forgive the poor doodles#I wanted to get my point across but my hand was hurting#Annnnnnnnnyway#hope this was enough info for now!#this isn't everything of course#I have left details to be explored later#but this is the overview
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Mute B-127 AU: The Aftermath part 1 (TW: Panic attack, dissociation)
What if B-127 was a little more annoying, and talked a little bit too much? Part 6 of the "Mute B-127 AU", where I made Sentinel rip out Bee's voice box vv
The comic is back, and these parts are going to be called "The Aftermath". The story follows the events of the previous parts, some time after Orion became Optimus and Bee finally woke up from a coma.
First >> Prev >> Next (ON HIATUS, coming back somewhen in January...)
Some explanations under the cut:
Optimus reached for Bee's hand because of chirolinguistics (the language performed through physical contact). He wanted to offer Bee a chance to communicate, because he knew Bee couldn't speak in other way.
Bee pulled away, partially because of the panic attack, but also because he didn't quite recognise Optimus (last time he saw him he was still Orion Pax, he still doesn't know what happened after the fight)
Bee's mask stayed on, as his body still doesn't feel safe enough to drop his guard down. Will he ever feel safe enough to drop it? I guess wait and see...
#Mute B-127 AU#transformers one#transformers#maccadam#bumblebee#b 127#transformers bumblebee#hurt Bumblebee#transformers orion pax#optimus prime#tf one optimus#orion pax#transformers sentinel prime#sentinel prime#digital art#tf one#art#fanart#comics#transformers comics#cc.art
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i feel bad for tails
he's a critter that is very hands on with affection but his closest siblings are a bunch of pincushions so his love comes at a price he must burden
#i know that relaxed hedgehog quills won't actually hurt#(idk if echidna quills are the same someone please tell me)#but w a group of kids who are constantly fighting the big bad i imagine their quills are like#bristled 110% of the time#miles tails prower#sonic the hedgehog#sth#tails the fox#sonic#knuckles the echidna#unbreakable bond#dynamic duo#amy rose#shadow the hedgehog#brain and brawn#pinky lemonade#bumblebee#foxes love snuggling but tails is surrounded by hedgehogs and a echidna#he can't nuzzle the back of their heads :((
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Just made this angsty Breakbee fic that is out now on my AO3!^^ This is currently a One-shot that is mostly centered around Bumblebee, and contains some spoilers for season 3 of Earthspark.
#transformers#transformers earthspark#breakbee#tf earthspark#breakdown x bumblebee#angst#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#hurt/comfort#break ups#emotional#mechpreg#mpreg
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Charbee Prompts Part 7
(im going to number these now)
What if Bee never left the garage?
What if Charlie decided to not go to work
What if Charlie watched over Bee after the police chase?
Bee was never found. After a year of no results, the government got impatient and killed the Shatter and Dropkick and destroyed any trace of their presence, not even daring to use their technology out of fear of the Soviets getting their hands on them. The Autobots still arrive on Earth but Bee was missing, unable to be contacted and traced.
For the past seven years, Charlie and Bee were inseparable. Charlie didnât want Bee to be cooped up all his life so after she went to trade school for auto mechanics, she decided to spend the next few years traveling the world with her best friend, taking side jobs as a mechanic.
While visiting a few countries in Europe, Bee sees the beacon from the transwarp key. Realizing that only Bee could see it, the two hopes that there are other people like him. Bee searches for any sign of the transwarp key and follows the sign to Peru. They look around and detects Cybertronian activity on two terribly disguised humans, Elena and Noah, sneaking through a parade and into an underground temple. Charlie follows them into the cave which the Autobots take notice.
After Noah and Elena finds the key missing, Charlie accidentally reveals herself and is held at gunpoint. Noah tells Mirage that someone followed them so Charlie runs away. Noah and Elena chase after her before all three being cornered by Primal. Mirage arrives, aiming his blaster at Primal and Charlie, who realizes that thereâs more robots like Bee. When Mirage gets tackled, Bee comes rushing in to defend Charlie.
The rest of the Autobots arrive, overjoyed and shocked to see Bee alive but Bee doesnât recognize them. Arcee scans Bee, realizing that he has no memory. Optimus assures Bee that they will come to no harm to Charlie and after some convincing, he alongside the Maximals stand down. Although, Bee is wary about the Autobots.
The bots reveal that Bee was a scout named B-127 and that their species in a middle of a war. Prime expects Bee to come back but Bee doesnât want to leave, wanting to stay with Charlie. It starts tension that leads to an arguement that Charlie tries to calm down. Optimus, in his rage, blames Charlie which leads to Bee accidentally activating his gun out of protection and nearly shooting Prime. In his shock and fear, Bee storms away.
Bee apologizes to Charlie who knows that he didnât mean to put her in danger. He feels a bit uncomfortable, wanting to go back to the status quo. Charlie says that Bee has to leave because he has people who needs him even though Bee doesnât want to. Neither does Charlie but she doesnât say anything.
The Terrorcons then attack and Bee helps fight them while the humans run away. Charlie sees Noah trying to destroy the key but she tries to convince him not to and confesses that she loves Bee so much that she wants him to return home. Optimus and Noah hears this and Noah changes his mind. Charlie and Elena gets captured by Airazor but while Elena gets dropped, Charlie is taken away.
Bee is furious but doesnât want to fight, having no collective memory on how to. Optimus is understanding and allows him to sit out so they can save Charlie.
The usual fight happens. Scourge holds Charlie captive and Mirage saves her, telling her to run through the vents Noah and Elena are using. When Noah is caught, Charlie tries to protect him, leading to Mirage sacrificing himself for both of them. Mirage turns into a suit for Noah and gives Charlie a blaster to defend Elena with.
Bee is back with the natives and debates to go. He doesnât want to be in a war but remembers Charlieâs words and at the same time, the Energon blast erupts, giving Bee his memories again. Bee arrives at the fight and the movie ends as usual.
Bee and Charlie both prepare to part ways, hugging and confessing, until Optimus says that the Charlie can help Noah rebuild Mirage, allowing her to stay a little bit longer.
#transformers#transformers rise of the beasts#bumblebee#charlie watson#noah diaz#charbee#rise of the beasts#rotb#transformers rotb#bumblebee 2018#charbee bad mood rambles#pls ignore the tags#this is just me ranting#im sorry#i hate how everyone in my family is miserable#i hate how everyone is dissensitized to their trauma#it should be a good thing but it hurts knowing youâre so used to pain that you canât feel it anymore#i hate how i have a prosperous life but itâs not a good one#i want my family to be happy#so why does it feel like everyone makes it their mission to make everyone miserable#i hate it here#i feel useless#im the privileged one and i hate it#im a bully and i want to stop#my existence only hurts people#i can be as nice as much as i want and i still canât do anything#my funeral will be only filled with people i have lied to#but im not strong enough to die#not yet
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After Optimus has Hot Rod. He's a very fussy sparkling. He's always crying and has a hard time sleeping and eating. He also has a spark condition which is hard on him.
Optimus is exhausted and is struggling to bond with Hot Rod. He's also dealing with the war and one day Hot Rod won't stop crying and he lashes out. He yells at him and pinches him.
Realizing what he has done he takes a step back. He decides to give Hot Rod to Ratchet and Drift to raise because Hot Rod seemed happy with him. He'd stop crying when they held him and would sleep whenever they watched him. They both knew how to take care of his medical problems. Ratchet better than him.
I..*sobs*
*claps* this is perfect angst.
I have no notes. No words.
*sobs* my heart đ
Optimus is forever going to suffer under the guilt of what heâs done to his sparkling.
Ratchet is so disappointed in him and Iâd like to change it a little and say Drift is still Deadlock when they get Hot rod who is the sweetest sparkling theyâve ever seen. He plays so well with their own sparkling First Aide and Hot rod only gets fussy with them like he did with Optimus when he was in pain.
It kills Optimus to know his sparkling was in pain and he didnât even notice. He thought his sparkling was just bad. He didnât realize he was hurting.
Deadlock is so protective of both bitties he truly forgets Hot rod didnât come from Ratchets valve like First Aide did and he gets angry when bots bring it up until he remembers. And then he just says Optimus has no claim to their sparkling not caring how it hurts Optimus until Ratchet tells him Optimus probably had post carriers down spiral.
Deadlocks stops saying it then and doesnât make anymore hurtful comments to Optimus and apologizes but Optimus feels he doesnât deserve it because deep down he didnât want Hot rod and he thought it was karma.
Taking it a step further.
Hot rod knows optimus is his carrier and has the memories from being a bitty.
Heâs distant from Optimus and hides that he knows and remembers.
The step further is Optimus having bitty bumblebee and just..having so much love for the sparkling that was so adorable and so much easier. Bee had problems too but not as serious as Hot rods spark condition that couldnât be cured. Bee may always have nutrient and mineral absolving problems but his treatment is so much easier.
And Hot rod seeing his carrier love and raise his little brother with so much love and caring optics that he never gave himâŚ
It fuels him to become a prime so his carrier will finally look at him like he looks at bee.
Hot rod may have a spark condition but heâs incredible in battle and terribly smart and tactile when he isnât insecure or doubting himself.
Of course he becomes a prime because heâs shot in the spark but this time by Galvatron and heâs reborn as Rodimus prime.
He comes back ready to see his carrier and show heâs worth something now. Worth loving. That heâs not bad anymore if the matrix accepted him.
But then he justâŚ.
StopsâŚ
And something in him breaks because he never had to prove a thing to Ratchet and Deadlock now Drift.
He never had to prove a thing to First Aide his brother or Bee he who came to know and never showed ill will towards. He was jealous for a while but one look at the bitty and he just..felt the need to protect him like he did First Aide and how First Aide excelled in spark conditions to protect him.
Bee was smarter than he let on and admitted he figured out they were brothers in private and asked Rodimus, at the time Hot rod, if they could be brothers outside of blood and Hot rod agreed so easily.
Remembering all these things, how Ratchet never once looked at him different from First Aide or how Deadlock now Drift has always said he has two sparklings and acted like itâŚ
He turns and goes home.
He knocks on his creators door where he knows First aide is also at and waits..they havenât seen his new frame, donât know his new name and havenât heard whats happened to him.
He hopes they welcome him with open sparks and arms like always and waitsâŚ
It feels like hours thats really nano kliks until the door is open and First Aide turns his helm to greet the bot at the door when he stops and pauses.
âHey banders, I um..Its me..Roddy..I,â he goes to explain that he inherited the matrix, still insecure of not being enough, when the mech buries him in a hug.
Heâs shocked but hugs his brother back before the mech is pulling back still holding him and dragging him in the house frantically yelling, âcarrier! Sire! Roddy! Its roddy! Heâs back!â
The silence that envelopes the home as First Aid drags him into the living den makes his spark stop until he hears heavy pedes hitting the floors and his creators are staring at him with wet optics in the doorway.
âHot rod..â
He smirks sheepish, spark pulsing from emotion that his medicine counteracts making it painless as he stands there blushing, crying, smiling.
âIts um..its um..its Rodimus now..Rodimus prime..,â he bumbles, caught completely off guard when Ratchet and Drift envelope him and First Aid in a frame breaking hug as they splatters tears onto their frames.
âMy bitty, youâre okay,â Drift cries ever the secret not so secret emotional sire like always. His carrier scanning him internally not at all trying to hide it as he keeps him close.
âYou idiot, you went and got yourself shot in the very thing we drilled into you to protect,â his carrier sobbed, kissing his helm over and over again. Not missing a beat doing the same to First aid who buries his helm in Roddyâs neck cable.
Rodimus canât, he canât help but ugly sobâŚ
âIâm sorry..iâm sorryâŚbut I came back..I came back like I promised,â he wails, gripping them tight the best he could.
He feels the injection to keep his spark from overstimulating in his side and knows his sire did it.
Drift always carried his medicines just like his brothers, yes bee too the sweet little slagger, and carrier did.
âIâm sorry i got shot carrier,â it feels so good to say that to the mech who deserves to hear it. To the mech he owes everything to but would have nothing better than his family safe.
âDonât forget your sire brat, I almost went out to get you,â Drift laughed making him beam.
For a klik Drift and Ratchet saw the sparklings they used to carry in their arms who held servos because it made them feel safe and he cried for a new reason.
âDonât..donât leave again okay, roddy?â
âI wonât banders, I wonât,â he kissed First aids helm and the two held servos like when they were sparklings.
âIâm on paperwork and med duty, I wonât be going back out unless another war breaks out and we all know no bots want that.â
Roddy stays home that night and heâs happy to see Bee the next day and reunite with his little brother and lift him even further off the ground.
Now he can be even more of a menace to his little brother, Bee grumbles but doesnât move away from how close he stands to Roddy, like always, and he joins his brother to see First aid at the new oil shop that just opened.
First aid is blushing like mad as Ambulon flirts with him and Bee flutters his door wings at the sight of Starscream waiting for them. Drift and Ratchet sit at a table with a few of their friends and Roddy joins his brothers and their future conjunxs. He teases them through the comms about conjunxing ceremonies and they throw forks at him making him laugh.
He isnât laughing so much when he sees Optimus enter the outdoor shop but he hides it and pays the mech little mind.
Things are going well so long as he ignored the way Optimus kisses Beeâs helm and sits with the others after greeting everyone in a friendly way.
The mech doesnât notice heâs his sparkling right away and Roddy shakes his helmet at his creators and goes back to chatting.
Heâs having a good time when he feels a digit tap his shoulder plating after noticing bots have gone silent. He feels a warmth behind him that makes him turn a little. He waves at Magnus and Megatron who sit side by side with the older bots before looking up and feeling his spark be stolen once again.
âH..hey sound,â he stood, smiling at the mech who tipped his helm in what he knew to be a smile.
âGreetings: Hot rod. Happiness: at seeing you well and recovered. Frame: beautiful star.â
The words made his intake dry and his medicine injected into his spark to stabilize it. He turned his optics blushing as a smile took over his face plate.
âUmm..do ya wanna join us? I missed..I mean..itâd be really cool if you joined us,â he vented a little off and he felt his carrier and brother shift closer only for Soundwave to pull out a medical mesh adhesive he had Shockwave design.
He gently lowered Rodimus back into his seat and placed the adhesive on his neck cable just as he did when they were in and out of battle off world.
âPleasure: would be soundwaves to join.â
The mech politely nodded at everyone and specifically Ratchet, Drift, First aid and Bee before sitting beside Rodimus who couldnât stop his spoiler from fanning in subtle court ship display.
Starscream smiled behind his cup of oil before saying something that had Bee elbowing him and grouching at the mech making conversation flow and the attention leave them.
Mostly.
He felt his creators watching him and Soundwave and knew they would be grilling him and doing a thorough vetting on Soundwave like they did Ambulon and he looked flustered glancing at them.
They gave him the look and he knew he was cooked.
Rodimus. A grown mech. And still about to be grounded by his creators.
âHot rod creators: loving. Soundwave: happy to know Hot rod has love he deserves.â
That made Rodimus smile like a love sick puppy in a romance novel until he remembered.
âOh, my designation..umm..its Rodimus now,â he looked nervous at Soundwave, since theyâve gotten closer he can better read the mech. So he was looking for anger or disappointment at this next part, âRodimus prime,â he spoke the last part quietly. Unsure of how Soundwave felt.
There was silence until Soundwave suddenly slipped his tentacles on Rodimus and felt his frame.
âIâm okay Sound, all my injuries are healed up,â he giggled, actually giggled like he was some school bot.
âPrevious actions: forbidden from repeating,â Soundwaveâs deep voice made him smile and he nodded along as Soundwave still checked him over.
He had nothing to worry over. Soundwave would be his friend through anything.
âIâm on paperwork and medic duty now. Iâm not doing anymore fighting any time soon,â Roddy assured, seeing his creators give an approving hum. A step in the right direction of a long road.
He was glad.
Though Soundwave resting his tentacle around his waist was not accepted and Drift came over removing it and Rodimus burst out laughing when Soundwave started egging his sire on harmlessly.
The mech was such a troll.
He loved it.
He didnât notice Optimus horrified look at not immediately recognizing his own sparkling nor did he notice Optimus lower his helm in shame.
Optimus wasnât at fault for not being able to initially connect with his sparkling after emergence but he was at fault for not bridging the gap and leaving it broken.
#hot rod#Rodimus prime#drift x ratchet#dratchet#sparklings#spark#ambulon x first aid#first aid#bumblebee#starscream x bumblebee#megatron x ultra magnus#optimus prime#optimus#transformers#rodimus#soundwave#soundrod#soundrod in the future#angst#hurt comfort
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