#ratchet x perceptor

[cozzzynook]

Summary : Percpetor hadn't had his heat cycle for months. He desperatly need to know why, and seek for relieve. Fortunately for him, the Lost Light's trip on Earth will help him more than he would have ever thought... and fuck him up even more.

Warnings : NSFW, denial, humanformers, robot in heat, violence, sparkeater behavior

Pairing : Ratchet / Perceptor, Perceptor / reader, mention of Perceptor / Drift and Brainstorm / Perceptor, Dratchet

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PART 1

The Lost Light arrived on Earth after Rodimus received visions from the Matrix about some artefact (and mostly because he talked with Drift and Drift said it was some divine artefact that would bring good luck so they had to take it before anyone else). During their trip to Earth, Perceptor worked on their human avatar, to blend in amongs the species. The scientist had noticed that something was wrong with him. For month, he had no sight of his heat cycle. Usually, it always happen every two months and last a week. But it must have been 6 months it haven't happened yet. Even Ratchet couldn't give him an answer for why, what was wrong with him, and could only give him aphrodisiacs to trigger his cycle. He tried having some fun time with Drift or Brainstorm, but nothing. Not a single droplet of fluid got out from him, or normally, he is confined in his habsuit, leaking and begging for relieve, sensitive and hot.

After some time of adaptation to their new form, team Rodimus is ready to blend amongs the humans and find their dear artefact.

Oslo, capital of Norway, is a very big and splendid city. Everything is so big, the buildings are immense and yet the street are so spacious. Perceptor's favorite place is the Opera. The architecture is amazing, and he thinks that it is funny to be able to walk on it to reach to roof². What he dislikes, like his team mates, is ... how to use a human paper map... Rodimus wanted to lead his crew trhought the city, but ended up losing himself. Whirl found himself being very amused by his captain's foolishness. I was almost night time, and the street start emptying.

-Oh captain, are you really sure you are able to lead us to your little vision? Or you just wanted to show off and flex?

-Oh shut up. I'd like to see you struggling with that damn thing. Perceptor, do you think you could... translate this ?

Perceptor rolled his eyes and took the map after taking a look around them. He examines it and try to locates their position.

-We must be here, near the Historic Center. And no, i'm not saying the name of this place. I am not familiar with the language.

-Perfect, okay, cool, we almost know where we are, now we have to discover how to.... oh hell nah, I don't know.

-Rodimus, are you even sure we are in the right city?

-Yes Magnus, i can feel it in my spark-, well my now heart. But I have no idea where it could be located. I have it's name in my head but I can't even say it, it's so fucked up. Totally different from cybertronian.

-You know what? Let's ask a local. I can't stand th cold any long-

-Hum, hallo! Do you need some help?

Everyone turn to the new arrivant. A human (without surprise) approach them with a polite smile. They have a strong accent, meaning this is a native.

-Hello there, hum yeah, we need to find a place we wanted to... visit! yeah tourism. Strictly hi and bye, of course.

The human gives Rodimus a strange look, and Perceptor find himself quite amused by this. First contact with a native and he already fucks his image up.

-Okay... where do you want to head? You can visit the Opera, the Fram Museum, the museum of Edvard Munch, the Fjord,... anyway, do you have any destination in mind?

-Yeah i have it, but i litteraly can't say it.

-Oh, maybe you can write it down? Or at least try?

-Hey, it's a good idea! Hum... does any of you have a pen ?

Rung search some seconds in his pockets before giving Rodimus a pen (where does it come from, they have no idea... after all, Rung is made of secrets boxes so they don't want to know further). The captain thinks a bit before trying his best to write his vision down the map. Everyone try to take a look, including Perceptor. But he start feeling weird. His tank feels dizzy. He tries to ignore it, but a thrill runs down his back and he knows something's wrong. With every seconds passing while Rodimus try to write down with the human encouraging him, the feeling become bigger. So he has the good idea to come near Ratchet.

-Ratchet.

Hell, his voice vibrates without him wanting it, even tho he whispered. His cheeks start warming up.

-Yes Perceptor?

-I feel- hm- i...

-Are you alright ? You become red.

-I, I need to sit down...

-Yes yes, of course, come with me.

-My head spins...

-Everything is alright sir?

Perceptor heard the human voice a bit too clear. A sudden rush of heat runs throught his frame and he understood. At the moment the human, the very kind, helpfull, encouraging and good looking human, came to them and spoke, it started.

-Yes, don't worry, I think he is a bit tired, that's all, we are going to sit there.

Ratchet hold him thight by the arm and back him up.

-Ratchet, Ratchet...

-Yeah, i know. It started, doesn't it?

Perceptor could only answer with a weak whine and cover slightly his mouth.

-It was time. Even if it's the worst time ever.

Ratchet rushs him to a corner hidden from curious eyes and makes him sit. Perceptor let his helm hit the wall behind him and pants due to his effort.

-Breath, it's okay, i'm here. Just try to not make a mess of you right now. Hell, i didn't even know it could happen in human form.

-Because this form doesn't... doesn't interfere with out actual frame... so nothing of our... of our system is changed, we remain the same...

The scientist could only squeezes his tights together and breath calmly. He has to stop talking, especially about sciences.

-You're lucky I have coolant with me. It was supposed to be for Rodimus, because we never know with him, but you need it more than him right now. Here, drink. There is a straw, it's easier.

Perceptor find some strenght to held Ratchet's hand while the medic help him drink. The sensation of the straw and cool liquid on his glossa and throat makes him quiver and softly whine. He wants more. He needs more. He craves that someone touch his hot frame.

-Slow down, you're gonna choke... yeah, your forehead is burning.

The cold servo on his head feels good and refreshing.

-Perceptor, do you allow me to inform Brainstorm or Drift that your heat has started?

-... no, they must not worry for me... It's not important...

-It is. But if you don't want, i'm not gonna make it. Let's say you got a cold.

-.... Thanks you...

An other rush of pleasure makes him tense up, and he barely hold his moan. Fortunatly for him, no one is around.

-Okay, we better gotta return to base. Quickly.

::Drift to Ratchet; is Percy okay?::

:: Ratchet to Drift ; yes. He just got a human cold. He has to rest. ::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; Okay. Finally, Rodimus managed to write his stuff down and the human knows. It's actually not a place but a building. And you know what? Ratty you know what??? Guess ::

-Oh, good news Perceptor, Rodimus finally managed to write his shit and the human knows. Drift is writting me.

No answer from the scientist. Oh shit, think Ratchet.

:: Ratchet to Drift ; i don't know, Drift. Tell me ?::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; the.human.works.there. ::

:: Ratchet to Drift ; oh really ? Finally a good news::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; the only problem is that.... it's on the other side of the city...::

:: Ratchet to Drift ; okay, i take down what i said. It's gonna be an issue. I don't want Perceptor to stay outside any longer for his cold. Tell the human that it's very kind of their part and that we are thankfull for their help::

Some seconds pass, so Ratchet believes their convo is done, so he focus back on his patient, that is having a wandering hand on his thight. He takes off his scarf because it's annoying him and sigh.

-Ok, listen to me. They found what they needed, but you're not going. Obviously. So i'm gonna take you back to base and -

-Hey, i'm sorry, is everything alright?

Ratchet realises quickly that the human is coming toward them. He throw his scarf on Perceptor to hide him a bit and stand before him, making a wall between him and the human. The others autobots remained at their place, turned in his direction but looking at the map. Only Drift is looking at him.

-Yes, don't worry. We are going back to our hotel. Thank you very much for your help, it was nice to meet you.....?

-My name is (YN). I'm sorry to insist, but i'm worried for you friend. It doesn't look like a simple cold.

-I am his doctor, i know what i'm talking about.

-Let me at least give him a killer pain. It can help. I have water with me.

Ratchet reflects on his options. Looking rude and impolite, or take his human role and accept. He has no choice but to accept.

-Okay, okay, but he can't take the "pain killer" with water. He has a special drink.

-No problem.

(YN) put their bag on the ground and take out something grey. They crack it open and a little white pill comes out. Ratchet backs up to let them see Perceptor, that seems to take a bit more composure.

-Hey, i'm (YN), the one from earlier. Your doctor said you're a bit in difficulties, so i'd like to give you something that can relieve you from fiever and pain. Here, open your mouth, and don't worry i have clean hands.

Perceptor does what he is told, and when these delicate fingers brush his lips, he just want to suck on them. But instead, he takes the straw and drink quickly. Too quickly, because he choke on his drink and start coughing. This only make an other rush of need and lust travel his spine.

Ratchet quickly comes by his side and the human step back.

-.... Where is your hotel? I would not like letting you outside too long. You can crash at my place for the night, i have a spare room. It's two streets away from here. You could leave tomorrow.

Ratchet looks at Perceptor and wonder what to do. He needed to be in a room, alone. He needed to relieve himself. But with a human next to him? He wasn't sure.

Perceptor suddenly grabs his arm and makes him bend closer to him.

-Please, ratchet, I need a room...

And he could see how hard his patient try to contain his moans. His voice is needy, whispered. His entire frame is tensed up and ratchet doubt he will be able to walk on his own.

-Okay, you'll get a room and? It's you heat cycle, you'll need transfluid. And i don't think you want to do that next to a human, knowing how loud you can be. And Brainstorm is not there. And Drift has to stay with Rodimus, because he is the third in command and has to stick with his captain in this unknown world. If you return to the ship, you could get what you need.

-That's hot...

-And that's not the point.

-Sir, i'm sorry to insist but your friend is not okay. And i can't let you in the cold. It doesn't bother me at all, really.

-... Okay. Okay. To your place. I don't want him there any longer.

And so, the three of them are heading to (YN) appartement. The rest of the team is informed that Perceptor must rest because of the side effects of their new form, causing him to have some human virus and that he had to go somewhere warm quickly. Drift would have liked to stay with him, but Ratchet reminded him that his place was next to his captains. Drift tried to call Perceptor but he wasn't answering.

Just like (YN) said, their place was near, so Perceptor quickly had a room where he could hide. Ratchet had to create an entire made up story about themselves, lying that they come from America and were visiting Europe every year, and that it was common for Perceptor -now named Jeremy- to be sick in cold country.

Midnight hit, and (YN) had to go to bed. Ratchet was allowed to sleep on the couch, but he was planning to pass his night by Perceptor's side. At the moment he entered the room, he could smell this distinct smell of heat. And Perceptor had already created a nest with the coushions and blanckets on the bed. He was under a blancket, hidding himself like a cat under a bed.

-Perceptor...?

Only choked whines came out from the blancket. Shaky breaths indicated to Ratchet that his friend was desperatly trying to self-service.

-Perceptor, listen to me.

-Ratchet, ratchet the smell of the covers. It smells the human. It feels s-o good. And the covers, it's so soft and squishy under me...

-Come out of your cave and listen to me.

Ratchet had to deal with so much robots in heat that it wasn't affecting him anymore. Maybe only Drift's heat were the only one that could turn him on, but that was it. He must admit anyways that the needy and aroused tone of this usually stern and confident bot was not letting him indifferent.

Perceptor emerges from from his nest and Ratchet was now glad to be in the human's appartement. Perceptor was completly worked up, already so sweaty as he was shirtless. He was trying to get as much as friction he could on his skin with the covers.

-... Do you want me to-

-Yes Ratchet, i want you, i need you, fill me up, use me, touch me please.

-.... -call Drift... over... okay right. Trust me, id like to help, but i'll be useless. Ah and don't forget to drink your coolant.

Ratchet takes from his pocket a bottle of coolant, but before he could do anything else, a weight was sitting on his lap.

-What the-

-I want you deep inside me.

Ratchet sight, put his servo on around his waist and hold him tight before lifting him and put him on the bed. Perceptor was over excited that he didn't have to insist more to have Ratchet's spike between his fold. He already had spead his legs like a good bot and was ready to fuck throught the night.

But nothing.

Not even servos on his frame.

Not a single breath in his audio receptors.

Not a second presence on the bed, dominating him.

When he looked at Ratchet, he was standing before the door, looking at him with indifference.

-Your coolant is on the night table next to the bed and your shirt too. Try to relax, and get some sleep. I'll be in the living room if you need anything, except a good frag. I'm not the one you have to ask for it. Good night Perceptor.

And on this, Ratchet left the room in silence. He couldn't pass the night with a horny mech like that. Perceptor kept looking at the door for some second, processing what just happened. When it hits him, a growl of frustration escape him. How dare Ratchet deny him the night? How could he resist to him, or he was offering his frame to him. Brainstorm would never leave him like that. He was ready to explode. Anger flood his hydraulics. He was so frustrated that he could blow up everything in the room. He was looking for a way to vent his anger when an idea came to his mind...

Ratchet, on his side, knew he did the good thing. Because there is something different about Perceptor's heat cycle. He has some tendencies to... become violent, possessive. Not like Drift, really violent. The worst Drift could have had made was biting his neck that a bit of energon spit out. Perceptor could be worst. How much time Brainstorm came to him with a missing wing, face plate destroyed, profond dents all over his frame,... just because he wasn't in the right position Perceptor indicated him or because his hand placement was not to the taste of his partener. And this happen since Perceptor became a sparkeater. It seems like, when he is subject to strong emotions/changements, his frame react the same way a sparkeater would react.. He knew that denying Perceptor overloads this night could anger him really bad, but to his advantage, they are not on the ship. They are on Earth, in a city they don't know, in a human appartement WITH a human in it and humans all around them. He wouldn't do anything, right?

Right?

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In the morning, Ratchet went to check on his patient. He wanted to make sure he slept a bit and eventually change the covers himself before (YN) could see anything. The room was empty. He got worried, and looked everywhere where he could be. It was early in the morning, so (YN) was surely still sleeping, so he had to be extra carefull. Then he heard the sound of water. He realised that Perceptor was in the bathroom, surely taking a shower. He freaked out a bit, because hell, they are not in their house. But at least, Perceptor was up. He even hesistates to knock on the door and take some news, but he was quite scared of how he was today. So he just waited in his room, and took the occasion to open the window and change to covers. It smells heat and transfluids so bad Ratchet though he had his nose his someone's valve. When he was done, the door open on a relaxed Perceptor, with only a towel around his waist and wet hair. He sits on the bed.

-Hello Perceptor. how are you feeling today? Did you sleep a bit? I see you drank your coolant.

-I'm fine, thank you. Very tired. I am sorry for yesterday night.

-It's okay. Your heat?

-I'm... i'm still so hot, but, i believe it's in the morning and that... i could have slept a bit. And took a shower.

-Good. We wait until the human wakes up, we thank them and we leave. You need coolant, and i don't have anymore. So dress up and eat a bit. You can have them all, i already ate.

Ratchet hands him some energon cubes that Perceptor took graciously. He eats them one by one, savouring every single one of them. Oh fuck, he could go crazy again.

-Dress up. It would be embarrassing to show yourself like that.

Instead of doing what Ratchet told him, he was focused on what was happening inside of him. And a sudden question made him aroused.

-Ratchet.... it's only a theorie of mine but... do you think that... because my heat cycle came late... it might... last longer...?

Just the thought of being horny for more than a week made him all worked up again. It made Ratchet pinch his nose and close his optics.

-Urgh, Primus, i have no idea. But let's hope not. You're insufferable like that.

-Am I, Ratchet?

The medic already regrets his words.

-Please, dress up.

Ratchet walked when Perceptor grips his arm a bit too strong and pull him violently. Taken aback, Ratchet falls on the side of the bed and is pinned against it. Two bright yellow optics were staring at him with anger, lust, and the medic could only stare back.

-You're gonna pay me for this night...

A sharp pain in his wrists wake him up with adrenaline. In two seconds, Ratchet pin Perceptor to the ground with a knee on his back and his two arms crossed. It's a this moment he remarks that his hands grew claws and became a bit darker than his skin tone.

-Threat me again and I'll make sure you-

-What are you going to do, Ratchet? Call me a bad bot and punish me? I can't wait to see that.

-I was going to say that you would stay in your habsuit in quarantine everytime you'll have your heat cycle, because you become too violent during them.

A gentle knock on the door distract Ratchet, and Perceptor use it to switch their position. He is stronger than his medic, so it's easy for him to keep him there, under him. A vicious smile cross his lips, revealing sharp teeths. It was defenetly a sparkeater side effet, but who would have thought it would affect his avatar as well? His knee slides between Ratchet's legs and came against his modesty panel, and in one hand, pins Ratchet's wrists up his head.

:: Ratchet to Drift ; DRIFT, COME TO THIS ADRESS IMMEDIATLY. IT'S PERCEPTOR ::

Again, a knock on the door and the human speaking.

-Hello, i hear weird noise. Is everything alright ?

Perceptor turn his head toward the door and felt again a stronger rush of heat in his entire body. The human... yes...

Ratchet understood quickly that the human must be out of here. He looked all around the room and notice that the window was still open. He could try to sneak the mech out of there, but how? He was stronger than him, and pinned on the ground wasn't helping. He was helpless.

-Hum, yes yes, everything is alright, but Jeremy is still down! But don't worry, I can handle it!

-O-okay, ... I'm making breakfast, so, i'll be in the kitchen...

The medic felt again a sharp pain in his wrists and warm fluid coming from them.

-Perceptor, you'll have the entire eternity to make me pay for whatever mistake i made, but right now is not the moment!

Perceptor sit up on top of Ratchet and rise his hands to lick the wounds he inflicted. The sweet taste of the energon made him whimper and sucking for more. A hiss of pain escape him when the scientist bites without mercy.

:: Ratchet to Drift ; WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU !? SPEED UP!! And when you're there, you'll see an opened window. Climb and enter the room !! AND QUICKLY ::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; i'm on my way, what's happening, love? What's with Perceptor ?::

:: Ratchet to Drift ; HE HAS HIS HEAT CYCLE !!::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; ... I'm almost there. You're in the room?::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; Ratty ?::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; Ratty answer me::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; Ratchet, i'm informing Rodimus. Please, answer me!::

The medic was trying his best to escape. An opportunity opens to him, so he retract his left leg and with all of his strenght, push Perceptor off him.

He then heard something from outside and with a lot of relieve, Drift appeard in the room from the window. He gave Ratchet a bag with coolant and energon, and lock looks with Perceptor.

-Hey Percy, it's me, Drift, relax, i'm here... why don't you put on clothes huh? And drink, you must drink coolant, no? C'mon, here are your clothes.

Some seconds in silence pass during wich Perceptor was reflecting fast, then growl in frustration and accept to dress up. His optics came back blue.

Ratchet was trying to slow the bleeding down by covering the wounds with his sleeves.

-He hurted you badly. Do you need anything? I can jump out the window and-

-It's okay Drift, let's focus on Perceptor. This environnement is not good for him. Everything trigger him. We HAVE to bring him back. Plus, there is the human.

-Yeah...

They both look at the mech, shirtless, who was sitting on the floor looking exhausted and hot, optics shut, frame tensed, and intake slightly opened.

-Can you put your shirt on?

-... No...

-T's okay, let's just put on your jacket then.

-You take care of him? I'm gonna have a talk with the human. And don't fuck him.

Ratchet didn't wait for an answer and head to the kitchen, taking the time to swipe off some energon. The human was there, eating some weird looking red slices of "meat" with something oily and yellow.

-Goodmorning (YN).

-Oh, hello! How are you doing? and how is Jeremy doing? I am worried, i heard some noise.

-Well, let's say i tried to lift him up to dress him, but he couldn't stand and felt. Nothing serious, don't worry, everything is fine, i have things under control.

-I don't doubt that. Are you going to eat?

-Thank you very much, but we are not gonna use more of your precious time. We must return to our hotel.

-I understand. It was a pleasure to help anyway. How much time are planning on staying in Oslo? We could see each others, and i would make a little visit of the city? I'm in Hollidays.

-I'll see that with my friends, but it would be a pleasure. Thank you for your hospitality. I shouldn't have been grumpy yesterday. We will remember it.

-It's fine, you were stressed. If you are ready, then let me lead the way to the door.

-Yes, please. I'll check on him. Oh and, hum, sorry for the bed covers... he... he has sweated a lot during the night with hum... his fever so I took off the covers...

-No worry, i can wash them.

Ratchet returned to the room, but before opening the door, some muffled noises tingle his attention, as if a bed was shaking. Then a big moan confirmed his fears. They were banging on each others. God damn it, i'm gonna cut their spike off, thinks Ratchet.

He enters the room and close the door quickly behind him. And what he saw made him will he has some holy oil³ on him right now. For his optics's god damn sake. He wished he could see the light of Jesus fucking Christ.

NDA :

²: Oslo's opera has a special aritechture, because there are stairs directly built in it for people to walk to the roof, without going inside the building. Go see on Google, it is STUNNING.

³ holy oil : equivalent of holy water. If you didn't... understand... I believe you did but meh, i though it was funny to mention it.

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it's not done and idk if i'll ever finish it

😳 this is a good good read oh my goodness.

Poor Ratchet and Drift.

Poor Brainstorm..poor percy..

This is very interesting! Thank you for sharing!

[tinydefector]

Do you think cybertronians ever get a bit freaked out on how tough we are? Yes they can break us like toothpicks but humans seem to be able to take a good beating as well with adrenaline helping. Even our own body and oxygen trys kills us and yet we stick around like roaches. We're fragile in some reasonable and dumb ways and then resilient in the most dumbest ways.

Oh definitely, alot of the bots are very off put by how fragile humans are just in general and tend to avoid them.

But then there's the moments like Ratchet working a late shift and a small knock on the door alerts him someone's there, he turns around expecting it to be Rodimus or Whirl who he's about to scold but instead it's one of the humans and they look worse for wear. After fussing over them for a moment, detailed scans relay fractured ribs, a broken collar bone, and a heap of bruises and yet the humans just like. "Can I have some Panadol, Nurophen, and a glass of water?" Because they don't know what else to do its what they would get. Most of the times they ended up in the hospital. Ratchet is losing his God dawn mind as he rushes around looking for the best painkillers he can find for orgaincs in the smallest dosage he can give, hoping to primus it doesn't shut their heart down. In the end, they end up on a medication that makes them extremely drowsy, almost like the green whistle/ Weed.

Ratchet ends up doing alot of study on the human body and realises just how fucked up little monsters we are. We literally need oxygen to survive but he we have to much pure oxygen it will kill us. Water, we need a certain amount of it, if we don't have enough we will get dehydrated and die, if we have to much we will get water poisoning, intoxication, or a disruption of brain function. This happens when there's too much water in our cells, such as the brain and blood cells, causing them to swell. When the cells in the brain swell, they cause pressure in the brain, resulting in death. The issue is that it can become an addiction to drinking too much water for the effect it has on the body. Same with nearly everything we consume, it can kill us, but we need a lot of it in moderation.

Human: "I just need some basic pain killers and a nap"

Bot: "No, you need full surgery, sedations, and 3 weeks of recovery!"

Human: "nah she'll be fine!"

Bot: "Absolutely Not, bed now before I cuff you"

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Following that imagine a first contact AU where Cybertronians and humans are just slowly getting to know how the other works and next thing a human is kneeling over in horrific pain and it send the bots all into panic mode trying to help them, wondering what's happening and thinking they are dying. And the human after about ten minutes some pain killers still looking rather pale and unhealthy just go. "Sorry about that fuck I hate, Cramps/palpitations/ phantom pains/ and such" and the bots are just looking at them horrified like.

Bot: NOT NORMAL!!!"

Human: what you talking about?

Bot: everything that just happened you literally just short circuited!

Human: nah that's causal wait till you see the really funky shit.

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Human pet AU

Cybertronian's keeping humans as pets is like humans keeping hamsters. Humans are some of the most homicidal, suicidal and just deranged creatures that Cybertronian's could keep as pets. It's gotten to the point that they are a luxury/ exotic pet because if you do not feed them the right stuff, give them the right amount of light and socialising, and they will just die. There are so many Cybertronian's who take their human into clinics worried as and its just the human being a little bustard because they didn't get the treat they wanted 2 weeks ago and are still holding that grudge. Not to mention, we are prone to causing as much trouble and issue. We are like cats.

But we are also very easily sick and primus forbid a human gets sick because to a bot they think it's a death sentence for their sweet little spitfire of a human who they have had now for ages. And the human looks ready to die, and the next day, they are up and about like nothing ever happened.

Human: if you don't feed me the meals I want I'm going to pretend to die. If you do feed me what I want I might actually die because I shouldn't be eating it.

Panicked bot: "MY HUMAN HAS GOTTEN SICK. HELP!?!"

Human: totally worth it.

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In conclusion, the cybertronians are rather wary/ concerned about how resilient humans really are.

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[fiber-optic-alligator]

Hello! I’ve always been curious about the “human in a space shuttle somehow ends up on a cybertronian ship and all the bots are trying to figure out what this random metal this is while the human is terrified” plot.

It would be interesting to see it played out with any character, but for the sake of direction, I’d like to request this with the Lost Light Crew?

It could be vore if that’s what you feel like wrong at the time, but I’d also go for some good ‘ol fearplay.

I apologize if this is too vague, have a good day/night and I love your writing!

Thank you for the request Glitch! I hope this is up to your expectations! I hope you don't mind that I picked specific members of the Lost Light crew to include in this story. Feedback is always appreciated! Have a great day/night as well! :D

Doctor’s (And Scientist’s) Orders

Pairing: IDW Ratchet, IDW Perceptor, and IDW First Aid x Human Reader

Word Count: 3115

Summary: You are a teacher who is being sent from Earth to a colony on Mars. A new life as an educator for the red planet’s children is on your horizon…until you are thrown terribly off course and end up in the bowels of the Lost Light. All seems lost for you when you find yourself injured and cut off from human society, at the mercy of the three Cybertronians who end up finding you and taking you in, whether you want them to or not.

The first thing you hear when you come to is the horrid screeching of your ship's alarms.

  You groan and sit up. Smoke and flickering emergency lights greet you when you open your eyes. Electricity sparks from the stasis tank you were asleep in. Gas spurts from the ceiling, and everything is strewn about with the chaotic air of a tornado that just tore through an entire town.

“Warning,” your ship’s AI urgently alerts. “Breach detected. Damage is collateral. Warning-warning-” It sputters and fizzles out.

  You rub the back of your head and feel something warm and sticky coat your palm. When you pull your hand back to take a closer look, you see blood.

  Shit. That’s not good.

  Standing up makes you feel like you are going to puke. Your head throbs and every breath you take sends piercing pain through your chest. Dragging yourself out of the stasis pod takes longer than it should while black spots dot your vision as you stumble to the dashboard and press your hands against it. “Run ship diagnostics,” you manage to rasp. The voice that struggles to exit your mouth is one you hardly recognize. It is thin and strewn with violent coughs. A metallic taste coats your tongue. More blood.

  The AI glitches as it attempts to answer you. “Severe damage to hull. Severe damage to engines. Severe damage to thrusters. Life support online, but rapidly depleting. Escape pod offline.”

  “Shit,” you breathe. “Try contacting Earth control.”

  “Communications systems offline. Attempting self-repairs. Current status…5%.”

  “How long until repairs are complete?”

  “Estimations indicate repairs will be completed in…5 days.”

  Not good. Not good at all. You push yourself away from the dashboard and take in all that has happened. This was not how the mission was supposed to go. When you were chosen to be sent to Earth’s Mars colony as a teacher for the young children growing up on the red planet, you thought it would be a smooth seven month trip with you peacefully slumbering away in stasis. You were supposed to be woken up by fellow human beings, not a devastating crash resulting in your ship being decimated. Something must have thrown you off course. A freak asteroid strike probably. Which begs the question…where exactly are you?

  Ignoring how much pain you are in, you hobble through the remains of the vessel and head for the airlock doors. They remain tightly shut when you make it to them, hiding the knowledge of where you are from view. “Open the doors,” you call out to the ship.

  “Warning. Remaining onboard is strongly recommended. Current exterior environment is unknown.”

  “Override. Open the doors.”

  The doors whoosh apart. You know there’s oxygen outside. If there hadn’t been, the ship would have prevented you from even entering the airlock chamber in the first place. Stepping off, you expect to see the barren landscape of Mars, or the alien environment of some other planet you might have ended up on. Part of you thinks you might still be on Earth; perhaps something went wrong with the ship before you could even break the Troposphere.

  What you see surprises you. You are in some sort of…massive cargo hold.

  Gigantic metal crates surround you, most of them exuding a pinkish glow. There are lights on the ceiling far above you, but they are dim, and serve little aid in giving you an estimate of just how large this place is. Turning in a circle, you feel awe fill you. “Yeah,” you murmur to yourself. “The ship definitely didn’t crash on Mars.”

  Speaking of your ship…you take in the damage. It's an absolute mess of warped, crippled metal doomed to remain collapsed on its side until self-repairs are complete. It would take days, maybe even weeks, for damage of this caliber to be fixed beyond the communications systems. With no way to contact Earth or Mars, you truly are stuck.

  You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. Calm. You are calm. There is absolutely nothing to worry about. Yes, your ship is destroyed. Yes, you are suffering from critical wounds. Yes, you are in an unknown place with seemingly no way out. But you're alive. That’s what matters. And now you just have to survive for five more days.

  You hear thumping in the distance.

  It takes you a moment to register the pattern of heavy steps that are coming towards you. It’s something alive, you realize with dawning horror. Wherever you are, you have obviously made quite a racket, and now this planet’s local faunal residents are going to seek you out. There’s no way for you to know exactly what sorts of animals live here; any technology you might have used to your advantage is directly connected to the ship. With the ship offline, thus go the tools as well. You are completely in the dark, relying only on the little information about alien lifeforms you have to keep you safe.

  You don’t need that information to know you have to hide right now.

  You scurry back into the ship, biting back a shout of pain. God, there’s pain everywhere. How have you not passed out yet? Adrenaline does wonders for the human body, you sourly think to yourself when you have to lean against the wall to catch your breath. A hacking cough swells within your chest. When you cover your mouth with your elbow and release it, blood is splattered over your suit sleeve.

  That’s when you hear the growling.

  It’s unlike anything you have ever heard before. You’ve studied a multitude of animals. You’ve heard big cats roar, wolves howl, hyenas cackle, and birds screech. This is not a growl you can associate with any of those. It…holds similar qualities. But there’s something about it that remains blatantly off.

  It sounds strangely like the growl of a machine.

  You look outside of the airlock doors, and something huge lumbers out from behind a stack of crates. The first things your brain registers are its red and white armor platings, its bright blue eyes, and the horn-like finials extending from its forehead. It’s humanoid, yet possesses qualities that remove it from any such grouping. This thing is definitely not like you in any sort of way beyond having a face and walking on two legs.

  “It’s…a robot,” you whisper. It’s a giant fucking robot moving all on its own, and looking none too happy to be here.

  The mechanical creature snarls, lips upturning to reveal sharp canines that are probably longer than your arms. It hasn’t noticed you yet. Its focus is trained on the datapad it holds in its hands. Your mind is blown. This is obviously a member of a clearly intelligent race. Have you just discovered a new extraterrestrial species?

  The robot looks up. At first, its eyes scan the crates around you, and it doesn't seem to notice the little ship nestled between them. You remain still, prey instinct taking its course and demanding you freeze where you are. Hopefully it will just move on…

  It backtracks, and to your utter horror, it makes direct eye contact with you.

  Fucking shit, you think.

  The robot stares at you with an expression of pure shock. You stare right back with an equal amount of terror.

  It steps towards you. That’s all it takes for you to scream at the ship. “Close the airlock doors! Close them now!”

  The doors slam shut. You hear a shout from the robot, and everything shakes as it thunders forward. You stumble and fall with agony ripping through your poor body when you make contact with the floor. The cry that leaves you is riddled with pain.

  “A-Activate self-defense protocol!” you order the ship.

  “Self-defense protocols offline,” it says back.

  “Well, how long until they are online?!”

  “Estimated time equals…ten hours.”

  “That’s not enough!” you scream rawly.

  A gentle tapping echos from the other side of the doors.

  You push yourself back, heart pounding as you listen to the robot move all around you. It’s growling softly to itself, and you can hear it touching the ship, running massive mechanical fingers across the walls that act as the only barrier between you and potential doom.

  You don’t know what to do. Panic makes you frantic and you desperately try to think of how you can get yourself away from the monster outside. You have no way to defend yourself. You can’t even run. This thing wants you out, and you know it has the power to rip your ship apart in order to get to you if it wishes for it.

  Suddenly, everything rocks. Your stomach drops when the entire ship shakes and you feel it being lifted into the air. Realization of what is happening hits you: it’s picking it up. If it can’t get you, it’ll just have to take everything.

  “Nononono!” you cry out. The ship tips a little, and you slam into a wall with a grunt. “Stop!” You bang your fists against the metal. “Put it down! Put it down now!”

  The robot simply growls in reply. You don’t even know if it hears you. There’s nothing you can do to stop this. You slump back and cover your face as hot, helpless tears finally begin running down your cheeks.

  “What exactly is it?” First Aid asks as he peers down at the mangled hunk of metal sitting before them on the medibay berth.

  “It’s a ship,” Perceptor flatly replies with a silent “What else would it be?” evident in his tone.

  “This is a ship?” First Aid looks horrified. “But it's completely destroyed! How could it have gotten here?”

  “It must have crashed during our last refueling.” Perceptor lays his servos over the top of the ship, examining it closely. He huffs and straightens, looking at Ratchet. “Where did you find it?”

  “The cargo hold,” the medic replies. “I was down there searching for some extra medical supplies I know we have stored. I wouldn’t have seen it if it hadn’t been for what’s inside.”

  “There’s something alive in there?” First Aid gasps.

  “A human,” Ratchet replies. “It locked itself inside when it saw me.”

  “Impossible.” Perceptor shakes his helm. “Humans are an endangered species that only occupy a small sector of a primitive solar system. They don’t have the technology to make it this far out in space.”

  “Well, clearly they do. I know what I saw. These old optics aren’t that far gone.” Ratchet raps his knuckles gently against the ship. All three mechs have to lean in close so they can hear the soft squeak from inside.

  “How do we get it out?” First Aid asks. “It could be hurt!”

  “It is hurt,” Ratchet answers. “I saw it before it hid itself away. I don’t know how severe the injuries are, but I know it's in pain.”

  “Then what are we waiting for? We need to help it!” First Aid presses his forehelm against the ship and whispers softly. “Hello, little human? Please don’t be afraid! We aren’t going to hurt you!”

  A whimper is all he gains in reply.

  Perceptor crosses his arms. “I can force it out, but you won’t like how I do it.”

  “You can’t hurt it,” Ratchet sharply snaps. “That would be cruel.”

  “I’m not going to hurt it,” the scientist bites back. “I’m simply going to pump a nontoxic gas into the ship that will cause it to eventually lose consciousness. It will have no choice but to come out, and then we can go on from there.”

  “Are…are you sure?” First Aid wrings his servos nervously. “I don’t want it to be scared of us.”

  “Whether it’s scared of us or not doesn’t matter,” Ratchet says. “It’s injured, and if we don’t do something, it’ll succumb to those injuries. It’ll understand we don’t want to hurt it after we patch it up.” He nods to Perceptor. “Go ahead, smoke it out.”

  The scientist’s right servo transforms into a syringe. Ratchet watches with anxiousness churning in his tank as Perceptor presses his left index digit against the side of the ship and presses a small hole straight through with little resistance to stop him. A terrified shout from the human within causes First Aid to whimper.

  Perceptor sticks the upper part of the syringe into the hole, pumping gas into the ship and pulling it back out after a moment, wisps of vapor trailing from the tip. A few seconds later Ratchet hears a string of weak coughs from inside. There is a tense moment where all three of them stand there, and then the doors open and you stumble out with a cloud of gas nearly enveloping your tiny form. You wheeze into your servos, then notice the mechs staring at you and try sprinting right back into the ship. Perceptor cuts you off, slamming his servo down and pinning you under his digits before dragging you back even though you yelp and thrash. You squirm one last time in his grip before suddenly going limp.

  Perceptor gently shifts you to lie in the center of his palm. For a terrifying moment, Ratchet thinks you are offline when he sees how still you are with your optics closed. But then his sensors pick up on the rapid beating of your organic spark, and he relaxes. Not dead. Just simply unconscious.

  “Give it here.” He holds out a waiting servo. Perceptor hands you over; you are given a quick look-over as Ratchet scans your body. There is a nasty cut on the back of your helm, and your vents are gravely bruised with terrible red marks. “Internal bleeding,” he mutters. “As well as external wounds. The crash really messed it up.” He curls his digits lightly over you and brushes his thumb over your forehead. “Doesn’t have a fever though, which is good. Damage is minimal, nothing life threatening. I can have it fixed in a few hours.”

  “You know how to heal organics?” First Aid questions.

  “I’ve been around for a long time. War changes you. I’ve had my equal share of saving Decepticon-ravaged planets inhabited by organics as well as machines.” Ratchet walks over to another berth, being careful not to jostle you too much. “First Aid, go grab the restrainers. We’ll have to keep it still so it doesn’t accidentally hurt itself when it wakes up.”

  “You’ll have to keep it sedated too,” Perceptor says. “I can help with that. Just a little puff of the gas will keep it asleep.”

  “Thank you,” Ratchet says, then pauses. “Listen. Don’t tell anyone about this yet. I don’t want everyone flocking into the medibay and stressing it out. We could accidentally scare this thing to death if we aren’t careful.”

  “I won’t.” Perceptor nods. “Just…make sure it heals properly. I don’t doubt your expertise, but…” He looks down at you, and his optics soften. “It hurts my spark to see something so small in so much pain.”

  First Aid returns with the restrainer. It’s a small mechanism that runs on magnetic power, created by the Lost Light’s resident mad scientist, Brainstorm himself. Ratchet places it directly over your lax form. With a quiet beep, it presses lightly over your midsection, and magnetic bindings weigh down your ankles and wrists. Seeing you trapped like this makes him feel guilty. This obviously isn’t going to be something you will like when you wake up. But there’s no other way for this to go. You won’t understand his good intentions until he heals you. Until then, he has to keep you still.

  He grabs a small serum of glowing blue liquid and bends over you, gently pinching your little fleshy cheeks and working your intake open. “C’mon little one, drink up,” he whispers when he carefully forces the liquid down your throat. He sees your faceplate tighten with discomfort, but your throat pulses as you subconsciously swallow. “There you go. Good human, good human.”

  “What are you giving it?” First Aid asks.

  “Something I learned to make back in my early days,” he replies. “It heals from the inside. Works on both organics and machines.” He pats your cheeks praisingly and draws away. “There. That should help with the bleeding. It’ll be fine now. I’ll continue to monitor it over the next few days.”

  First Aid exhales a relieved sigh. Perceptor reaches out a tentative hand and brushes your hair away from your closed optics. “It’s so small…so soft…”

  “We have to be careful with it,” First Aid frets. “We don’t want it to break.”

  “Listen.” Ratchet’s tone hardens authoritatively. “I said this before, but I’ll say it again. We have to keep this between the three of us. Don’t tell anyone about a human being in here.”

  “But what about the captain?” First Aid asks. “Shouldn’t he know?”

  “The captain can’t know. If he finds out there's a human on the ship, he’ll go nuts with excitement and probably end up accidentally crushing the poor thing. Until I confirm it’s not going to drop dead at any moment, we keep it a secret. Got it?”

  Both bots nod. Ratchet nods with them. “Alright. I’m going to stay here and make sure it’s condition remains stable. You can come back tomorrow to check in on it and see how it’s doing.”

  Perceptor dips his head and leaves without another word. First Aid lingers, optics never leaving you.

  “It’ll be fine,” Ratchet reassures him. “I’ll take care of it. Go recharge.”

  It takes a lot for the other medic to step back and exit the medibay. Ratchet watches him go, then sighs and drags a servo over his faceplate. Becoming the caretaker of an injured organic lifeform was not something he had planned for today. Primus, how the hell am I going to tell Rodimus?

  A soft noise drags his attention away from the alarming thought of what might happen if the extroverted captain learns about his new “crewmate.” He looks down at you and startles a bit. Your eyes, foggy and unfocused, are staring right at him. There’s a fatigued expression of utter terror on your face that once again has his spark feeling like it's been ripped from his chassis and stomped on.

  “You’ll be okay,” he whispers to you. “I promise.”

  You close your eyes and let your helm loll to the side. Ratchet watches the soft rise and fall of your chassis for a few moments longer, then dims the medibay lights and returns to his previous work on the other side of the room.

  Never do you stray far from his mind.

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Part 1 2

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Prowl, Bluestreak, and Perceptor were brought to the N.E.S.T headquarters after a relatively short journey, most of the Autobots who weren't out on patrol or other duties clustered on the tarmac in excitement. It had been a while since new arrivals had landed on the planet, and when transport landed on the island they called home, the anticipation was almost overwhelming. Optimus was the first to depart with Ratchet right behind him, the noise of the excited crowd dying out when Optimus held up his servos.

"Autobots, our fellow human allies, it is my pleasure to welcome three of our fellow Autobots to their new home." The Prime looked back with a soft smile, stepping aside with Ratchet to reveal the first unfamiliar bot to descend the ramp, a slightly taller bot trailing behind with a curious look on their face. "Bluestreak, Perceptor, I welcome you to our N.E.S.T headquarters, a place where we work with our human allies to protect Earth."

"It's nice to meet you all!" The shorter bot waved with an odd New York inspired accent, eyeing the various humans with wide optics. "Wow, they're all as small as the Major is!"

"You get used to it, Bluestreak." Ratchet chuckled as Perceptor eyed the organics with curiosity, but otherwise remained silent as he glanced back into the strange aircraft they'd arrived in.

"Where's Prowl?" Bluestreak started when a taller red bot with dark blue accents stepped forward from the crowd, the Datsun he'd scanned a slightly different model than Bluestreak's.

"Smokescreen?!" The shorter bot clicked in confusion as he watched the other bot approach, reaching out with trembling servos when Smokescreen was within reach, doorwings sagging the moment he made contact. "By Primus..."

"Good to see you, little brother." The two clasped arms for a moment, before Bluestreak whistled and motioned inside the aircraft, watching Smokescreen head inside with a shake of his helm before hurrying after his brother.

"I advise we leave to give them space; privacy is something neither of us has been afforded along our journey here." Perceptor vented quietly as he hesitated at the bottom of the ramp, only to shake his helm.

"Perceptor is right, there'll be plenty of time for introductions later." Ironhide grumbled as he finally emerged, Will perched on his shoulder as he joined the small group. "C'mon, Will could use some coffee anyway."

"Damn right I can." The major rolled his eyes as the crowd dispersed, some leaving for patrols and others joining the bots who had crowded around Perceptor, eager to meet a new Cybertronian. No one saw the duo Datsuns for a long while, Perceptor bringing the three Praxians some energon when Optimus had nudged him to do so breems later, trekking up and into the massive plane as quietly as he could. The three sat huddled in a far corner, Prowl being held between his brothers as they quietly spoke in their Praxian dialect, Bluestreak looking up when the scientist stopped a few feet away.

"I have energon." The youngest of the trio eyed the crate he was carrying with interest, but remained still when Prowl looked up, giving Perceptor a nod.

"Join us, please." Perceptor elected to sit across from the group, making sure everyone had their rations before tasting his, and the pure taste nearly sent him into stasis. It had been a long time since they had not had to subsist off crudely mined energon, and once more, he was pleased they had decided to join Optimus and his cause yet again, both for safety as much as companionship.

"Optimus chose this planet well, these human allies have done much to try and make their home ours." Prowl listened to the other silently, knowing he'd been burning with questions. "There are many faces you'll know, and many others stationed around this planet who will be arriving soon to greet us. Many of the humans are intrigued at your arrival, you have already attained a legendary status due to stories from the others, notably by Sideswipe."

"Intriguing." If they were all like the major that Prowl had spoken with, he doubted there would be many issues with him taking on his former command position. Something in his spark twists at the unspoken gap he couldn't bear to think of, and Smokescreen gently nuzzled his doorwing at the shift in his EMF field.

"When you're ready, he is here." The silence could have defeaned the entire planet at Smokescreen's words, Prowl's grip on his rations tightening to the point the metal creaked until Bluestreak gently pulled it away, chirping to the other in a soft tone. The four sat together until the eldest Praxian finally felt stable enough to leave, looking sorely out of place at being the only one to remain in his root Cybertronian form. A few humans who appeared to be heading off for the night paused at the sight, waving their arms in greeting as Smokescreen did the same in return, pausing to speak with them.

"Hey fellas, do you know which hangar everyone is in?" A human with some sort of device on their face nodded, pointing to a far building.

"Most of 'em are down in B hangar, I think Optimus headed out with Bumblebee already with Sam."

"Thanks for the info, I'll catch up with you later." The humans all waved or nodded as they resumed their journey, and the new arrivals dutifully followed the other bot to the building, able to hear some conversations as they got close enough. They're in a mixture of Cybertronian and human, terms that the three were unfamiliar with, blending almost effortlessly with terms they'd all grown up with, and despite still being in a war, many of the Autobots are the most relaxed the newcomers had ever seen.

"Prowl, it's good to see you!" All optics turned to look at the second-in-command as Wheeljack greeted him with a slight bow, before clasping Prowl's arm with a flash of his audial fins. "You've been missed!"

"What he really means is he wants to ditch his paperwork." Ratchet chuckled from his spot in a corner, nodding his helm.

"I suspected as such." The Praxian's doorwings twitched in amusement, releasing the other bots arm and turning his attention to the silver Stingray in the corner. "I heard you spoke to the humans about me."

"Someone had ta warn them." The gladiator smirked, wheeling over to the officer with a hum. "If it helps, I went ahead and picked out an alt for you to scan."

"Bribery already? You've gotten too lax." The affronted look on Sideswipe's face earned more than a few laughs from the crowd, but it served its purpose when a ghost of a smirk crossed Prowl's face for a moment.

"You'll know when it's going to be bribery." The shorter bot rolled his optics, crossing his arms. "I have a reputation to uphold, after all."

"Indeed."

Prowl spent the next breem catching up with the Autobots that surrounded him, having spent so long searching for those under his command he had almost lost hope. It was no Cybertron, nothing would ever compare to home, but all the bots clustered in this large human building could make him forget for a moment. No one noticed him slip away in all of the friendly chaos, doorwings quivering as he took in the latent sensory information from his surroundings once he was out and into the evening air. The moon cast a faint glow on his bare alt as Prowl began to head toward a building not far from the current hangar he'd been in, the painted on black slash across the door a familiar sight over the endless millennia he'd been fighting this war. A pair of soldiers were standing guard outside, and despite likely not knowing who he was, one opened the doors for him while the other stood aside, revealing a room that held an examination berth in its center, occupied by a lone figure.

Jazz

"Oh Jazz..." Clawed servos gently rest on the dead saboteur's pedes, the metal grey and far too cold. Prowl couldn't remember a time when they weren't moving, Jazz always tapping to a beat no one else could hear or dancing with a grace Prowl had always been fascinated by. Ratchet had repaired most of the damage as the Praxian carefully moved to the side of the berth, the welding that crossed the entirety of Jazz's midsection nearly making him purge, his processor supplying an image he didn't want to see. He knew Jazz had gone how he always would have, fighting and clawing until his spark was snuffed out, but it still hurt. They had dreamed of a life after the War, a life where they could find a rhythm to dance to across the stars, two stars always orbiting across time and space.

"Oh Jazz...my vibrant Spark...I'm sorry." Prowl gently ran a claw across the visor that showed as much emotion as it had always hidden, leaning down to kiss the top of his helm. The two humans standing guard outside nearly jumped when they heard a low thrumming noise from inside, sharing a look when it became clear that Prowl was singing. It was a song full of sorrow and longing, the trills and clicks slicing through the air like cries of pain, reducing a lot of nearby humans to tears despite not fully understanding why.

Prowl is so wrapped up in his song of mourning, he does not see the sliver of metal he picked up slip out from his subspace. It hovers in the air for a moment before suddenly rocketing toward the berth, landing right where Jazz's spark had once been.

Prowl doesn't get a chance to react before the room is engulfed with light.

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part 3 of hidden frame au? rodimus and perceptor leave behind the lost light and travel through the stars, trying to find a safe place to stay. during their journey they come across soundwave, out on a personal vacation from earth and sanctuary, and he offers to help them out.

soundwave is outraged over how rodimus has been treated for simply carrying life, which he finds beautiful, and he does what he can to help them find a new place to call home. over time rodimus and soundwave fall in love, with soundwave offering to be the sire so the bitty has a complete family.

They didn't realize at the time both of them relieved they'd managed to escape. But now warnings were popping up all over the place.

"What's happening?"

The ship shuddered making a loud screeching sound and Perceptor turned to him.

"Go to the stasis chambers!"

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine I'm going to try and land our ship."

"Then I'm staying."

He went to sit next to Perceptor, almost falling when the ship jerked again.

"No. You're sparked. If we crash you'll be safer in a stasis chamber then out here."

"Then you should come with me."

"Someone needs to land the ship."

"Then I'm staying."

"Rodimus you are sparked which means you need to think about the sparkling. Just like how I'm thinking about you."

He felt tears in his optics knowing he was right. With a hand on his belly he forced himself towards the stasis pods.

Climbing inside he felt it activate just as they entered atmosphere.

Soundwave who'd been in the area enjoying his desperately needed vacation noticed something strange. He watched as a ship fell from the sky and crashed into a nearby field.

He ran over when he realized it was Cybertronian in design. The door was jammed shut and he had to force it open. Once inside he went to the pilots seat where he found a familiar Autobot.

Perceptor laid across the console and was unconscious but mostly okay. He went to pull him out of the wreck when he smelled something that made him tense.

His head snapped over and he found himself following the scent. His spark beat rapidly in his chest because someone on the ship was sparked and he could only hope they were okay.

He followed the smell to a room that had stasis pods inside. Looking around he found Rodimus inside one and unconscious. His optics widened in shock when he realized he was a tank carrier because he thought they'd been exterminated a long time ago. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen one and when he did they were being executed.

He tried to open the stasis pod and found that it was jammed. Unable to open automatically he had to force it open.

Rodimus fell forward and he easily caught him and checked for damages. Relieved when he was mostly unharmed except for a few dents and scraped paint. He searched the rest of the ship and didn't find anyone else.

Realizing there was no sire onboard he felt angry when he realized they'd likely abandoned him. He thought it was disgusting that someone could abandon their mate and sparkling.

He took Rodimus and Perceptor to his ship. Deciding to end his vacation early and go back home, so the two could get proper medical attention.

Noticing Perceptor waking up. He turned towards the scientist who glared at him while trying to protect Rodimus.

"I'm not going to hurt either of you."

He reassured.

"Where are we?"

"You two crash landed nearby. I found you and I'm bringing you somewhere where you can get proper medical care."

"We're fine."

Perceptor tried to grab Rodimus and he stopped him.

"No you're not and Rodimus is sparked. He and the sparkling need to be looked at."

Perceptor tensed looking nervous and he had a sinking suspicion on why their ship crashed.

"I won't hurt him I promise."

Perceptor gave him a skeptical look but so far he hasn't done anything to hurt them.

"You'll be safe at the compound."

"We're Autobots and your compound is full of Decepticons."

"Autobots have joined us. You are not the only ones who have been dissatisfied on Cybertron."

He could see the Autobot give him a surprised look before he quickly tried to hide it.

"Fine but I'll be watching you and the moment something goes wrong we're out of there."

"Of course."

Perceptor got up and went to check on Rodimus while he took the ship back to the compound he led. When they got there some of his high command gave him curious looks.

"Back from your vacation already?"

"You're supposed to be gone longer."

One of them accused.

"You need a break Soundwave you know what the medic said."

"There was an emergency. I found a crashed ship with two Autobots one of them is sparked."

Immediately everyone snapped into action and a medic was called. They took Rodimus and Perceptor to the medbay where they were both looked over.

Rodimus was fine. His body was still unconscious from the stasis pod. Which had knocked him deeper unconscious when the ship crashed to protect him.

Perceptor was fine besides his arm being injured and hovered around Rodimus, waiting for him to wake up and wearily watching the people around him.

It was obvious to everyone what happened and they gave the two of them space.

He stayed as well watching over the two of them and making sure they were safe. He knew no one would hurt them but he just wanted to make sure.

Inside he was fuming with rage and if he ever met the sires he'd punch them in the face and then attack the rest of the Lost Light. He knew Megatron had fallen but he didn't realize how far.

Staying hidden in the shadows he continued watching the two mechs waiting for Rodimus to wake up. Watching him sleep he decided to help Rodimus anyway he could.

Rodimus and his sparkling would be safe there. He would do everything in his power to make sure they felt safe and welcomed. He didn't deserve to go through this and he never wanted him to experience the pain his crew and the sires of his sparkling put him through ever again.

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A Vessel, A Stranger, An Experiment

A/N: This took half a week to write, and is significantly longer. Also, the reader character's canon name is Ailith, but I use Y/N since this is the reader character. She behaves like a stray cat. I mostly consulted tvtropes because the wikis aren't exactly helpful with getting a nail on the bots' personalities. Also, the translator is an idea I took from @tripleglitchwriting's Ignition fics,

This is a partial rewrite of An Unfamiliar Place.

Part 2 can be read here!

Word Count: 3K

Reader character is written with gender-neutral pronouns. POV changes and timeskips are designated with three stars.

Warnings: SFW, mentions of blood and injuries, communication problems, G/T (giant/tiny), mentions of unethical experiments

You knew about your injuries before going on the little ship you called home. It’ll be fine, you remember assuring your most recent client after you got your payment, I know how to mend myself.

Clearly, based on the spike that impaled your torso, you were indeed not. Your client didn’t need to know, you had the money to pay someone to fix you up if you can’t do it yourself. Perks of being a bodyguard for hire; the money makes up for any injuries sustained. At least the cloak hid that from the client; you knew they’d prevent you from leaving the planet if they saw.

You removed your mask and cloak, peeling your gloves off your hands as well as removing your grappling hook, and limped toward the mirror. Shit, you thought to yourself, the injuries are more severe than what you assumed. The spike in your torso was the one you knew about, but there were also bullet holes in your left calf. You checked your sleeves, mostly just small scratches and scrapes. Nothing you couldn’t fix.

Grabbing the medical kit, you went to work. Cleaning the wounds of blood and possible grime, then applying the bandages and wraps. The spike would have to be removed by someone more professional, you need to navigate to the nearest space clinic. Plopping onto the chair, you set the ship to go to the nearest clinic. However, as a precaution, you turned on the emergency signal in case a larger ship with someone more skilled in medicine could help. Hopefully the trip will be quick, and smooth-sailing.

Oh, how much of a fool you were. Oh-so foolish of you. You thought this was going to be anything but a disaster? You fool, you absolute buffoon.

There was a massive ship, you knew it was for something gigantic. How and why did you end up in this situation?! You weren’t sure what to do, so you kept the ship where it was. The ship you were facing was ten miles wide at least, and you might be its target.

Something grabbed the ship. It pulled you closer and closer to the gigantic vessel, until you knew you were inside it. Launching yourself off the chair as fast as you could, you hurriedly fastened your magnetic grappling hook on your right arm and grabbed the smallest weapons you had. No time to grab anything else, you needed to run as soon as you could. You held the handle of one of your smaller blades between your teeth.

Clearly, what was holding you was massive, footsteps jostling both you and your vessel, but eventually the ship you were in was put down somewhere. Once everything went silent, you cautiously opened the front hatch.

The vessel you were in was truly massive. Whatever crew is inside this thing must be members of species ten times larger than you at least. No time to dawdle, though. You needed a place to hide, and with haste.

Using your grappling hook, you descended down to the floor. It gave out midway, however, and you unceremoniously fell. Waves of intense pain overwhelmed you, fortunately the knife in your mouth prevented you from shouting out in pain. You’d check what happened later, though. You needed to find a hiding spot some distance away from your ship.

Holding onto your bloodied side, you scurried to a wall and started searching. Fortunately for you, there were some boxes that were open on its side after a few minutes of sprinting. You used your grappling hook to get to them, and entered one of the boxes. Now all you needed to do was wait. See if the crew is friendly, or if they’re going to kill you. Or if you end up dying from blood loss, which is the most likely option.

✩✩✩

It was Ultra Magnus out of anyone who noticed the object at first, and the blood trails coming outside of it. It’s an organic, and an injured one at that, he thought. Using his comm link, he informed all upon the Lost Light of the injured “intruder.” As they were minibots, Tailgate and Rewind were delegated the responsibility of investigating the interior of said object; see what it was for and if anything about what was inside could be discovered. Fortress Maximus chose himself not to look for the organic, for his size made it difficult for him to detect the source of the blood trails. That, and he didn’t want to squash them, so he checked all the cameras in the ship. Ratchet and First Aid were to prepare a berth, as the blood implied potentially life-threatening injuries. Brainstorm and Perceptor were to prepare some restraints and trapping items, in case said organic was being difficult. Now, to figure out who to find the organic…

Much to his dismay, however, Rodimus declared to find the organic himself. “I’m the captain of this ship,” he argued, “I’m going to search for them!”

Magnus pinched his enstril, a deep sigh coming from his intake. Rodimus has always been stubborn, refusing to heed anyone’s advice and acting without plans. Which, given the potential gravity of this current situation, could be disastrous. “I’d suggest not running off by yourself, Captain. At least bring one other Autobot, two pairs of optics are better than one.”

He could feel Rodimus roll his optics.

“I’ll go with the Captain.” Drift sighed. “I know you don’t trust me, but I’ll do the best that I can.”

Magnus grumbled, “Fine. You go with the Captain. I’ll remain by the object the organic came out of. Based on the size, they shouldn’t be too far off. Follow the red trail, and once you get them, bring them to the medbay.”

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POV: Tailgate and Rewind

When Tailgate and Rewind entered the ship, it was relatively empty, yet had signs of life. The blood on the floor made Tailgate panic a bit, but he carried on with reassurance from Rewind.

There were a few items of note, mostly the mask and cloak on the floor. The mask was birdlike in appearance; midnight blue in color with signs of wear. Mostly scratches. The cloak was a similar shade of blue, and rather bulky. There was a cut on the back of it, with blood around where the cut was.

Tailgate turned on his communicator. “Oh, this is bad.”

“What is it, Tailgate?” Magnus questioned.

“There’s an item on the floor, there’s a deep cut on it and… and I think the organic’s injuries might be way more severe than we think!”

“Ten four. I’ll inform Ratchet and First Aid of this.”

Rewind noticed a container, opening it up to see several weapons. Most of said weapons were blades. “We’re not dealing with just any organic,” he muttered, “this is one that knows how to fight. They could be armed as well.”

Rewind opened his comm link to Rodimus.

Tailgate investigated thoroughly, there could be a bomb on the ship. Every container he opened lacked bombs, however. Replacement parts, some stuff written in an unfamiliar language, and… diagrams?

Tailgate looked at the diagrams more closely. Based on the shape, the form was of a human. There were peculiar additions on the chassis, left bitarlueus, and right side of the midsection. Likely something Perceptor and Brainstorm could figure out.

“I found what looks like a recording device! It seems rather old, but I think it might work.” Rewind’s words broke Tailgate out of his trance, “We should activate our translator modules so we can figure out what it’s saying. Once everyone’s translators are online, I’ll play the recording.”

Once everyone confirmed that their translators were online, Rewind pressed the play button on the device. The words that came out were steel cold.

“If you’re listening to this, you’re on my ship. You’re a sneaky one, ain’t cha? I’ve been given many names; The Masked Merc, The Bodyguard Who Shot That One Guy’s Eye Out, and many other names. You’ll be getting my real identity from my cold, dead corpse. If you’re expectin’ me to cooperate with you if I’m alive, you better be polite about that. I’m willing to throw hands if you try to force anything out of me. I might be a mercenary, but I’m not one to throw hands just for the sake of it.”

The recorded message on the old device ended. The two bots looked at each other, and back at the device.

“Wait, there’s another button next to it.” Rewind pressed the button, and another recording played. The voice this time was much softer, and younger. Likely their first recording.

“Hello. I am Y/N. I’m not sure what I really am in this world, this is my first time experiencing many things. Heh, the consequences of living your first decade of life in a lab, I guess. I doubt I can find my ‘real family’ at this rate, if they even miss me at all. I’m a bodyguard for hire. Rarely need to use my weapons, guess some people find me too scary. Goodbye for now. If you see me, you see me. If you don’t, you don’t.”

Silence.

“So the organic’s a bodyguard. Y/N, huh? Must be a pacifist, from the sounds of it.” Tailgate pondered.

“Or is powerful enough that most don’t even try to challenge them since it means swift deactivation.” Perceptor rebutted through the comm link.

“WE FOUND ‘EM!”

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POV: Rodimus, Drift, and Reader

Once the two reached Ultra Magnus, Tailgate, and Rewind, Drift began checking the blood. “There’s a splatter on the floor here,” he mentioned, “must’ve had a nasty fall before they started finding somewhere to hide.”

Rodimus winced trying to imagine the pain. Why couldn’t the organic stay put until they got help? Weren’t they the one sending out the emergency signal?

“Let’s go find that organic!” Rodimus started walking while looking down at the blood trails, Drift swiftly following.

The two walked slowly, optics scanning for where the blood led towards and listening to their comm links. They heard Tailgate and Rewind’s notes about the organic’s possible injuries, the weapons, and the recordings.

Rodimus noticed a slightly open crate, where the blood trail ended. A squeak from inside was all he needed to justify putting a servos on the crate’s side, and opening it up.

“WE FOUND ‘EM!”

Well, you got caught. Took what you believe is half an hour, but better than dying. You weren’t going to hop onto them instantly though, they might try to kill you. More likely than not, they might not be super cautious. Especially the orange one, they seem like they’ll accidentally manhandle you and make your injuries significantly worse.

Wait, how can you understand them? Are they using a common tongue? You have some handle on certain languages from your years as a mercenary, but you weren’t sure how they knew any of the languages you knew. Nobody mentioned giant sentient robots when talking to you. Actually, they probably did it in whispers since most people are scared of you. Dammit.

The white one tilted their head, “You’re clutching your midsection with your servo. Are you hurt there?”

Well, shit.

You slowly removed your hand from where you were covering your injury. The spike got pushed when you fell, and is currently jutting out from your stomach. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it didn’t end up on the side of the subspace pocket the scientists installed on you, so you can hide that for a little while longer. Your hand, however, was covered in blood.

The orange one held out their hand, or what they called a servo. You did not trust him to handle you gently, and walked further into the crate. They grumbled, something about you being difficult.

“Let me, Rodimus.” The white one held his servo out, “I think they don’t trust you with holding them.”

You approached the servo with caution, touching a digit with your not-super-bloody hand. When they didn’t try to grab you, you slowly crawled onto their open palm. Another squeak of pain came from your lips when your injured leg touched the hand, though.

The servo slowly brought you close to their body, and the one you assume is Rodimus put a servo on the side of their helmet. “Drift’s holding the organic, I’ll go with him to the medbay and have Ratchet look at ‘em.”

“Percy and I will be there too,” another, more younger-sounding voice said, “I think I found something of note.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What did they find? The medical kit that’s pretty low on supply right now, your sewing kit, or…

They found the files you took with you when you escaped, didn’t they? All those diagrams and logs about your conditions and states, and how your body responded to the implementations. You should’ve kept that in the subspaces, in hindsight.

“Don’t worry,” the one holding you, Drift, comforted, “Ratchet’s a bit grumpy, but he’s one of the best doctors here.”

He’s gonna struggle with the spike since it’s so tiny compared to them. Unless he has some sort of assistant closer to your size, you’re probably gonna be the one to remove it for the doctor.

They started walking, Drift making sure that you were safe, and that you wouldn’t be jostled too much.

You heard a door open, and heard another approach.

“This is the injured organic? The berth is ready, First Aid and I will take care of them.” you assume that was Ratchet.

Drift walked closer to a large metal slab, gently lowering you onto it. A pair of smaller servos held you, lowering you so that you laid supine.

“What’s the thing they’re holding in between their dentas?” the voice from who you infer as being First Aid asked. You removed the switchblade from your mouth without saying a word. With a flick of the wrist, the blade went out, but you then put it back in its original position.

A red servo took the knife away. You wouldn’t need it right now anyway, but they better give it back once they’re done fixing you.

“We should take care of what’s poking out of them first. It’s incredibly tiny though, I doubt my servos can even grab onto it without slipping.” Ratchet prodded around the injury, making you wince.

You sighed, grabbing onto the spike. A growly voice came from your mouth, “I can remove it for you.”

First Aid grabbed onto your bloody hand, “You’re injured! We should be the ones removing it!”

“And you’re literally twice my size,” you rebutted, “I’ve had worse done to me. This is nothing.” You weren’t bluffing either. Those researchers have done worse things to you with their twisted experiments.

Ratched sighed, “They’re probably right. I know it hurts your spark to have a patient removing something that you can, but it seems that they have�� experience with removing things from themselves. Clean the wound and stitch it up once they remove the object.”

First Aid looked into your eyes. Despite the plate on their face and visor preventing you from reading his expression, you knew from his tone of voice and body language that he was worried. He reminded you of yourself, in a way. That hyper-empathy that frequently decides to say hello when you least expect it.

“Ready?”

You nodded, slowly pulling the spike out. First Aid held your hand during this, not caring about the blood staining his servos. Comes with the job, you suppose. Once it was removed, a cloth was put over the gaping, bloody hole.

It took a decent amount of time before all injuries were cleaned and stitched up. They also made you digest some kind of liquid that Ratchet claimed to help speed up the healing process. Throughout, you were as obedient as a dog.

During the time the procedure was happening, Drift left. In his place, two other robots were there. First Aid was lifting your upper body so you could sit.

“The patient was rather pleasant, didn’t try fighting me or anything.” Ratchet reported to the red and blue one.

“Eh,” you shrugged, “You spend half your life as a lab rat, you get used to followin’ orders and getting weird things injected into your body.”

Everyone went silent and stared. Some looked confused, others horrified. First Aid stopped.

“Y’all’re lookin at me funny.”

The white and blue bot, who was likely the one who went into your ship, said those six words you remember hearing years ago, “What did they do to you?!”

Not this again.

“Based on those documents,” the red and blue one spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “many things. I translated all of them. It appears that the patient,” he gestured to you, “was used in experiments to see if subspace entrances could be added to organic bodies for purposes of smuggling items. Clearly, they were successful.”

Welp, cat’s out the bag.

“Do these documents have any information other than that?” First Aid asked, “Where they’re from? Their name? If they have a family?”

You scoffed, “I was taken when I was a baby, as far as I’m concerned I’m an orphan. And I’m confident it’s too late to try and find my biological relatives, if they’re even alive.”

The white and blue bot covered where their mouth would be, “But do you know what planet you’re from? We can start there.”

“The documents say they’re from Earth, and therefore a human. From that recording Tailgate and Rewind found, their name is Y/N.” The taller bot said.

“Thank you, Perceptor. I’ll look over the documents once we clean and sanitize the berth.” Ratchet nodded.

You were exhausted from the chaos of today. Closing your eyes, you quickly fell asleep.

✩✩✩

Ratchet carried the sleeping human to the scanner, looking at the screen as it was scanning.

“There appears to be multiple points of trauma, both new and old. Along with those, signs of experimentation are shown especially on the upper chassis, left bitarlueus, and midsection. The peculiar crescent scar below their tank shall be noted for later questioning.” He noted on his datapad. “For now, it’s best that they rest.”

After the scans finished, he brought the human to a berth meant for the minibots, and sat on a chair nearby to monitor them.

[lara-prism-light]

Part 4 of Lara shows off her old Transformers drawings!

I think this was a doodle for a cover?

Okay, this is the first oc I created! She is an insecton that transforms into a scarab, her name is Scarabell. I was inspired by Eliza from Skullgirls for her design. Yes, she is Egyptian-coded!

Oh boy, here begins something that I don't know what you'll think. At that time I shipped Bumblebee and Drift, why? I don't know.🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, Megatron and Soundwave because I ship them. And right below is Ratchet and Rung.

Simpatico!

Soundwave and Cosmos because they are cute.

I think this was supposed to represent an idea I had in my head of Hot Rod and Ultra Magnus being close and Magnus sacrificing himself to save Hot Rod and him kind of feeling bad about it.

More Hot Rod and Magnus (guess which MTMTE ship I liked)

More Jetfire and Starscream with Starscream being a little shit.

[emilixthefox]

Drift: Ratty, Perceptor I made you cookies.

*Perceptor looks at Ratchet then Drift*

Perceptor: Why does Ratchet get a nickname but I Don't?

Drift: uuuh? Percy?

*Perceptor nods and smiles*

Ratchet: I'm not very hungry you can put the cookies over there.

Perceptor: Me as well.

Drift: Okay. *Puts the cookies down and walks away*

Shockwave: Well if your not going to have one I will.

*Perceptor grabs the cookies away from him*

Ratchet: Who said you could have one? *eats one*

Perceptor: These are our cookies Dift made for us and us alone.

Shockwave: Are you serious?!

[longarmdecepticon]

Fuck if it's short! I want it and ships

Forgive me if I didn't bring up some ship like Chormia x Windblade or Brainstorm x Perceptor

I know it's kind of generic, but that's because I got them all from the same creator.

[loveofbots]

Hey everyone who reblogged this what if I wrote a script for a functional game

Lost Light dating sim Lost Light dating sim we need it NOW

[cozzzynook]

Can we expand Roddy's family? I want Firestar to be apart of it purely because of the fire. Percy just carries the fire gene, or maybe she's Roddy's aunt. Either way, I want her to take him to her friends when he's a bitty like "look at my little brother/nephew!" :D

Imagine Dratchet trying to ease Rodimus into their date nights, but Rodimus is being oblivious and really wants to dance, he thinks Drift wants to have a slow night by Ratchet's side, and can't blame him so he goes to dance with his big sister instead.

Originally I was "like these two would be able to tell that there isn't any romantic love" but basing this au off that one ask with them being jealous over Perceptor, yeah I don't think these dumbasses would be able to tell the difference until it was aiming a gun at them.

Maybe they emerged from the well and that's why they have no experience of carriers and sires. A cute little bonus to becoming conjunx with Rodimus, they can have a family. <3

Speaking of which, I feel like Firestar and Kup are more chill about Ratchet and Drift joining the family, but only because they got Percy being the scary one.

I know I said let's expand the family, but I can only think of Firestar. Actually, maybe Flareup is her daughter from a one night stand. Let's even add Spinister for the hell of it. I don't know his origins of where he came from, but it sounds funny.

You have an amazing brain and I love this idea!!! Thank you so much!!!

[tinydefector]

I was just interested if you were a suckered for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope as I am. In the sense where fabrics and a abundance of organic flora was considered more common for higher class cybertronains but that even then it was pretty scarce. Imagine a bot or con after getting over their fears or mild disgust of the squishness of humans so to speak the next few things they notice is how many types of hair there are. How many styles and how many different ways to dye said hair. It drives them nuts the feel such softer fibers all together to make a more denser form. Curled,staight,wavy it all catches their optics. Painted nails almost similar to paint for their frames. Tattoos so intriguing. A human willingly damaging their surface that is more fragile than their metallic frames. It's a living scar. And they can't help but slowly come to love it to when they see how much their human complain does. But fabric? God they almost get drunk off of it. When they get a hug they shiver at the smooth article that brushes on their frame. The variety. So many styles and colors. So many meaning behind patterns and techniques. They can't help but almost grow jealous hearing how far back a simple stich can come from in human history. Humanity dressing itself in plush silks and flimsy polyester but it's all gold compared to what the cybertronains have come to crave. Imagine them having made themselves smaller so they could be inside your living space and they can't help but notice all the fabrics. All the plush surfaces. Their in heaven fully convinced they're going to meet the great primes. And if you had a scented burning candle? Sweet or citrus they can't help but want to inhale deeply to capture the scent. Perfumes? God their drunk whenever a human walks into a enclosed space because all mechs and femmes are fighting themselves to not snatch you up and keep you. If you use scented body wash or scented lotion then can practically taste it on your skin if you are near or hug them. They crave it when it's late at night and they've got you sobbing and thighs shaking as they kiss and lap at your scented thighs. And if theirs multiple humans in a space? That almost has a bot slurring their words as iff they just had the best energon. Just some thoughts haha I'm very sorry it's so long. I'm just a suckered for all these headcanons and just how while they may be disgusted and have hatred for humanity some fo them can't help but swoon for so many qualitys of their human companions that are nothing like their skin. So soft and complaint and so very warm at heart.

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

Ratchet x reader. Involving perfumes effecting cybertronians like a sex potion or sex pollen.

Then I have

Starscream x reader. Involving the infamous dress and him testing out different outfits on his partner.

This small collection of bots reacting to nipple piercings (was like my first fic I ever wrote here)

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I am quite a sucker for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope. I really enjoy writing cybertronians who adore seeing their partner drapped in shimmering fabrics. Becuase to the human its could just be a satin sheet, but to the cybertronian it is luxury, it showcases so much about you and every chance they get they love getting to just feel or touch the fabrics.

Imagine: your cybertronian is sat on theirs berth which is a mix of almost foam matting(yoga mat/ expanding foam) They don't lay on just metal but it's not particularly comfortable for their human. So one day, they introduced them to memory foam, and its like the bots world has opened up. It becomes a soft, comfortable recharge. But as you start bringing sheets, blankets, and your pillows, it makes the bots feel as if they are falling in love. They love it when you drape the soft fabric over them and make yourself almost a next on their chassis with the soft bedding. To they it feels like a luxury that you are pampering them even if it's just to make yourself more comfortable. It's the fact you leave them in their suite on their berth take makes their spark clench in delight knowing you'll be coming back.

I also tend to write cybertronains have alot more nasal sensors and detectors to the point they can break down the partials to annalise them. The smell of fresh lining is something that effects them almost like catnip with a cat. They will roll around in the fabric optics wide. Engines roaring in delight. As their joints squeak and clank against the walls.

I also love writing that Fabric was something that only the Highest of society had on cybertron, but mainly due to have small the fibers are it is extremely hard for cybertronains to replicate the material, so it fetched for high prices when Imported from organic planets. If you were of the lower classes, you would be lucky if you had a tarp or some sort of soft plastic as it was also still very sort after. So you can imagine how the cybertronains reacted once on earth, even while undercover. Fabric is such a huge part of human culture that cybertronians, when they find even just a pretty scrap of Fabric, keep it as a token. As if to say "frag you" to the universe.

But I can also see a human finding the stash of Fabric cut off's and offering to sew them all together in an almost patchwork like blanket for their bot and you can bet your ass you will have that cybertronian on thier knees worshipping you for it.

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"Hey, we have hail forecasted," their voice calls out to the vehicle parked in the driveway. The cybertronian is rather quiet as they register what was said to them. "It isn't acid rain, so it won't be anything too bad." they try to argue only to have a large old blanket thrown over them. "Hey, what are you doing?" It sends shock throught their system having something so soft drapped over their frame.

"I'm covering you up so you don't get hail damage, I sadly can't get you into the garage at the moment so the next best thing I can do is cover you up with some blankets and a tarp so you don't get damaged by ice falling out of the sky" they explain as they throw another over the vehicle. Making sure to fully cover the bot before throwing a waterproof tarp over them, too. "Sorry, I don't have anything better than this, but it will keep you dry and our of harm's way." Those words hit their spark in a way they never would have thought it would. They are left almost speechless, cosy, and somewhat warm as the hailstorm rolls in.

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When it comes to hair colour, skin colour, and tattoos. It fascinates them so much to see such diversity and colour on a species they originally believed to be quite dull. It gets to the point when making their holoform avatars they love exploring and expressing themselves as if making a sims character. Even going as far as some get custom paint jobs of the tattoos, they get on their avatars because, for them, it's the closest thing they can have to tattoos. But think about you getting a tattoo in a shop right across from where your cybertronian partner is getting their paint job because it was a cute couples day out.

And don't get me started on how much cybertronians love human's hair. The fibers are so different to them and they love the feeling of it, they just have to be very careful when running a digit theought thier lovers hair as to not get it jammed in the joints causing you pain.

Another thing that cybertronians are fascinated by is humans' willingness to injure themselves in the name of beauty. From tattoos, piercings, injections, and surgery. In honesty, it's not that different from frame ulteration, but they don't know how a human can do it. The bots can turn their pain sensors off while humans are just soldier on through it.

I love the idea that the bots also horde car freshners that their humans get them. It becomes a full-on pokemon card situation of them trading double ups, begging their partner to get them others so they can rub it in their friends' faces. But air freshners weren't a thing until Earth, and the bots love how it makes their frame smell different from the oil, grease, and car smell.

But perfumes gods I love the idea that perfumes have a certain chemical reaction to Cybertronian systems to the point to turns them into a raging horny bot who can't get enough of how your skin taste and how desperately they try to literally lick the perfume off your skin as if it were the riches and most expensive high grade energex on the market. It also leads to a lot of personal working with the bots not being allowed to wear perfume/cologne. Deodorants don't affect them the same way, but they also enjoy how they smell quite a bit.

But yes I love the idea of perfumes pretty much working like a pheromone spray and don't get me started on actual pheromones spray, your not leaving that bots berth for atleast 3 days, they will bring you food, water and anything you want but it literally overrides their system protocol and makes them desperate to breed you.

In conclusion, DO NOT wear perfume or Pheromone spray near the bots unless you don't intend to be leaving the berth for at least 3 days if not more becyase they can and will keep you their.

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IDW Brainstorm x reader

Gender neutral AFAB, racially ambiguous, oral, clothes tearing, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, wireless dildo connected to Brainstorm’s spike, size difference

“Here come look!”

Brainstorm covered your eyes by placing a servo over your face. His other servo held onto your lap to keep you steady as you sat on his shoulder. The position was a little awkward but it was a bit better than Brainstorm holding you like a Panic Pete doll in his excitement.

You hummed a little cautious of what he was planning on showing you but still very curious.

Brainstorm has become somewhat infatuated with you. The little human aboard the Lost Light so much smaller than a minibot. It was a shock to everyone when he approached you one night at Swerve’s. He just rambled and talked while you listened. It was kind of endearing in a way.

He always seemed to find an excuse to pick you up, carry you around, spend time with you, or touch you in some way. It was honestly making Perceptor a bit nauseous watching his lab partner so lovey-dovey.

You returning his affection only made things worse. It seemed like little hearts were constantly floating around Brainstorm’s helm. It also didn’t help that Perceptor had found human pornographic magazines under one of Brainstorm’s project.

“It’s for research. When my partner and I reach that point in our relationship, I want to make sure I know what I’m doing!”

To Brainstorm’s credit Perceptor did find an actual human anatomy chart and a couple papers on human sexology with the dirty magazines but the magazines outnumbered the other items by a Long shot.

Perceptor would be working then feel the aroused pulse of Brainstorm’s EMP field as the teal bot was staring off into space. Primus help him.

It was no secret that Brainstorm wished to move your relationship past its current point. As lovely as your innocent kisses are, he couldn’t stop thinking about you spread wide on his spike. The sounds you’d make, how warm you’d feel around him, how tight your little body would be gripping onto his spike.

That was actually the biggest issue.

You barely came up to his knee plate and yet you were somehow expected to take his spike? It’s not that he doubts your abilities but he’d rather not have to go to Ratchet “I didn’t major in organics” of Vaporex to see if he can sew a human back together again.

“Ta-da!”

Brainstorm took his servo away from your face to show you what was basically a large dildo mounted on some smooth electronic components on Brainstorm’s personal desk in his habsuite.

You felt your body heat up in embarrassment. Why did he want to show you a sex toy?

“I know: too impressed to speak! I didn’t think it could be done, well I knew it could but I didn’t expect to finish it so fast!”

You slowly turned your head to face Brainstorm, a horrified and confused look on your face. He only stared back with excitement in his optics. You then looked back at the dildo.

It was the same teal and white as Brainstorm with a tapered tip and a thick middle that slimmed out near the base. It looked to have a sort of metal chord like texture to it.

Then it hit you.

“Is that your dick? Did you make a smaller version of your dick?”

Brainstorm’s engine revved in excitement at your realization. “Not only did I make a smaller you-sized version of my spike but it’s also wireless! You can take it and use it wherever you go.”

You squeezed your thighs together and covered your mouth with your hand. Brainstorm wasn’t the best at communication. He simply dove into his ideas and whims while holding you in his servo and it seems like him asking for sex was no different.

“Use?” You cautiously asked trying to make sense of what Brainstorm was insinuating.

“Yes! For vaginal, anal, and oral penetration or manual stimulation.” Brainstorm wiggled his optic ridge at the last part.

“Did you make me a dildo of your own dick?”

Brainstorm seemed almost offended by your description recoiling a little bit and putting a servo to his chasis. “Dildo? This is more than a primitive toy! As I said, it’s wireless so it’s connected to my interface panel without me having to modify my frame. Anything you do to it, I will feel.”

You flipped your attention away from the toy back to Brainstorm. His face plate was flushed blue with energon as his grip tightened on your lap. You could practically feel his spark thrumming in excitement.

“Could I try it?”

Brainstorm couldn’t help the delighted rev of his engine. The vibrations making their way through his frame and to your core. “I made it with just that in mind.”

He slid his mask off, sitting it down on the desk away from the toy before moving to kiss at your face. You guided Brainstorm so his top derma was pressed against your lips. The pliable metal surface all too familiar under your mouth. Your tongue peeking out from behind your lips to lick at his derma.

“Frag I need you so bad,” Brainstorm groaned against your mouth. He swiftly grabbed you off his shoulder before scooping up the toy from his desk and flopping on his berth with you on his chasis.

You squeaked at the sudden change in position earning an appreciative chuckle from Brainstorm. “Make more of those sounds,” he teased guiding you back to his intake.

You reached out your arms to hold his cheeks in your much smaller hands. Your lips rubbing across his dermas teasingly before finally giving in and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

His servos rested on your hips where he begun guiding you to grind your clothed pussy against his chasis. “Primus I can’t wait to feel that val-vagina,” Brainstorm corrected himself trying to use human terminology to talk about your body. You only choked out a laugh against his dermas at his verbiage.

Brainstorm pulled you away from his intake with his pride clearly bruised at your giggle.

“Is that not what your human valve is called?”

“It is but that’s like the clinical term,” you said rubbing his face plate tenderly. Brainstorm seemed to relax a little but was still a bit upset that he had gotten the phrasing wrong.

“You don’t have to try to use human terms, baby,” you said peppering kisses across his face plate. “It’s fine to call my pussy a valve.”

Brainstorm groaned having you cover him in such innocent affection while speaking about your own genitalia so casually. He’d remembered seeing nude models spreading their legs, bent over, and getting fucked in all sorts of positions within his ‘research’ magazines. Every time he imagined they were you spread out and gaping from taking a spike too big for your hole. All wet and leaking from cumming only to have your pussy plugged again by either his digits or his spike.

“I need you to get these off before I tear them off,” Brainstorm rumbled while pulling at your clothes. You considered for a minute the idea of Brainstorm tearing your clothes to shreds. While tempting you did not have an extra pair in his habsuite and Brainstorm would be all too eager to show off just exactly what he did to you.

You pulled your shirt up over your head as Brainstorm’s gentle digits ran over the skin of your chest down to your stomach. He pinched at the fat on your hips making you squeal and slap your hands down onto his chasis with your shirt still on your arms.

“You’re so soft,” Brainstorm only continued fondling your hips. “You did that on purpose,” you groaned tossing your shirt at Brainstorm’s faceplate.

Brainstorm only gave you a shit eating grin as he tossed your shirt aside. “No but I can’t say that your reaction wasn’t appreciated.” You huffed grabbing onto his servos with your hands as he fondled up and down your sides simply appreciating the flesh there.

“Don’t look at me with that face,” Brainstorm scolded tightening his grip on your hips. “I have half the mind to tear you apart on my real spike when you look at me like that.”

You couldn’t help the airy moan that came out of your mouth when you tried to speak. Brainstorm started to guide your hips to grind against his chasis. “Is that really all I have to do to make you moan?” Brainstorm teased. “Just say some dirty words and suddenly you’re leaking through your little human coverings?”

You hold onto Brainstorm’s servos as you moved your hips with the rhythm he set. “Perceptor told me he found your porn magazines,” you shot back with a mischievous smile.

Brainstorm’s servos stilled forcing your hips to stop. His optics were wide, he face flushed blue, and his lips parted like he was going to say something. For once you caught him off guard.

“Do you have a little human fetish?” You continued to tease while unbuttoning your pants. “You look so cute right now, Stormy. I wish I could take a picture of your face.”

Brainstorm’s expression changed from one of pure embarrassment to anger. He grabbed the waist of your pants pulling the fabric down your legs so fast you fell backwards. There was a slight tearing sound as he tossed your pants to the side. His servos grabbed your thighs making you spread your legs and reveal the wet spot that was growing in your underwear.

“Shut up,” Brainstorm growled as he dragged you closer to his faceplate. “Perceptor has no reason to speak to you.” His massive glossa ran over your clothed cunt. You moaned arching your hips up to his intake. “You’re mine,” Brainstorm posited his statement with another slow lick to your underwear.

You reached your hand out to hold onto one of Brainstorm’s digits as he began eating you out through your wet underwear. His dermas moved softly around your pelvis as his glossa sloppily licked at whatever he could find. “Doesn’t-fuck!,” you moaned out when Brainstorm began sucking on your pelvis area. “Doesn’t change the fact that you were jerking it to human porn on the job.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Brainstorm’s furious optics when they moved to look at your face. “Did you have this in mind when we first met?” You humped against his intake earning a pleased growl from the mech. His vocals vibrated through your entire body making you gasp out his name.

“Fuck! I’m sorry for making you wait so long! Should’ve fucked me right on the table,” you turned your head moaning and panting at Brainstorm’s treatment of your cunt.

Brainstorm moved away from your pussy grabbing the waistband of your underwear between his teeth and tearing them off your body. You had half the mind to scold him for tearing not only your pants but now your underwear but instead you were interrupted by a hot lick to your bare cunt.

“I should have,” Brainstorm agreed mulling over the taste of your pussy. “I should have spread out your little human valve right in the middle of Swerve’s. Humans stretch, if you can push another human out of this hole-“ Brainstorm rubbed his index against your pulsing hole before pushing the tip in making you arch your back and hiss in both pain and pleasure. “You could have taken my spike.”

“You would have ripped me apart!” You moan out while moving your hips against his digit.

Brainstorm looked all too pleased at you as he reached for the miniature version if his own spike. “I really would have,” he grinned. You heard a hiss like a release of air. You tilted your head back only to gawk in awe if the massive appendage before you.

His spike identical to the small version he was holding was leaking pink transfluid. Your mouth watered at the thought of licking him clean.

“Brainstorm, baby,” you said in an airy voice. “Please let me suck you. Fuck your dick looks so good!”

A shudder ran through Brainstorm that made his spike twitch. He released his grip on your legs allowing you to crawl over his chasis and to his spike. It was probably the length of your leg or just a little shorter. You couldn’t imagine trying to take him to the base but your hole pulsed at the idea anyway. Brainstorm watched appreciatively as you stood on your hands and knees just marveling at his spike. Your bare ass and pussy presented to him like a present.

“Go ahead, sweet spark,” Brainstorm moaned as he measured the smaller version of his spike against your cunt. “It’s all yours.”

You practically pounced on his spike your hands rubbing over the biolights as they pulsed the same blue light as his eyes. Your tongue traced up his shaft to his leaky head in worship. Brainstorm gasped out curling his hips forward into your eager touch. Your tongue slurped up as much of his transfluid as you could. Brainstorm nearly dropped the miniature version of his spike at the feeling of your soft mouth working his spike. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of. Those fantasies and restless recharge cycles spent thinking about your cute lips wrapped around him, your soft pussy leaking in front of him, everything was finally coming together.

Your hips wiggled so cutely in front of him he couldn’t help but press the tip of the miniature spike to your hole.

You gasped pushing your hips back at the feeling.

Brainstorm whined being able to feel both your leaky cunt and your hands at the same time. “Is it too much, baby?” You murmured with your lips trailing his spike. Brainstorm moaned out your name as he pushed the tip of the toy inside of you.

“Keep-“ Brainstorm felt his body glitch in pleasure. “Keep sucking.” He was panting at the simultaneous feeling of your pussy wrapped around him via the miniature of his spike and your lips on his actual member.

You obeyed Brainstorm’s plea kissing and sucking on the tip of his cock while slowly moving your hips against his miniature. “You taste so good, Stormy,” you moaned while licking the transfluid off your lips. Brainstorm’s servo grabbed the back of your head pushing you back down onto his spike. You squeaked out a surprised noise as your mouth engulfed the head of his spike once more.

He slipped more of the miniature into you his intake open and drooling at the feeling of both your pussy and mouth on him. Your tongue licking and teasing his slit while the wet walls of your cunt gripped him.

You squeezed your eyes shut feeling your hole being spread open over the thickest part of the miniature. You whined around his spike trying to push your hips back against the toy. It was then with a wet pop that you were able to take Brainstorm’s miniature spike to the base.

You felt stretched beyond belief. Your hole having never taken something so big. You sloppily licked around Brainstorm’s spike feeling drunk off of his spike. You needed more of him, you wanted more of him. Your hips rose and fell over the toy as Brainstorm held it to keep it steady. You were so soft, so wet. He couldn’t believe the feeling if your soft little human valve wrapped around him while you licked and worshiped his spike.

His eyes followed your pussy as his miniature slid in and out of your greedy hole with every rise and fall of your hips. The wet slapping of your drooling cunt against the metal of the toy was enough to have Brainstorm shivering and humping your mouth with his actual spike.

You moaned, hearts practically in your eyes, letting Brainstorm take from your mouth what he wanted.

“You’re so good,” there was a slight glitch in Brainstorm’s vocalizers. “I don’t think I’d be able to stop. I’m going to keep your valve stretched out like this all the time.” You shivered grinding your hips at the base of the toy. You released your mouth from Brainstorm’s spike with a wet pop as you wrapped your arms around the metal appendage. His humped against your torso while you bounced on the toy. The stimulation was proving too much and Brainstorm couldn’t hold back the cry of your name as he covered you in his transfluids.

Your face and torso were flooded with the glowing pink substance. You stood still in shock not expecting there to be so much cum. You looked over your shoulder at your panting lover. His optics half lidded and his intake open. His vents rushed air in and out trying to cool him down and the sight of your face covered in his release didn’t help.

He could still feel your pussy wrapped around him. Fluttering walls making him whine in overstimulation.

You smirked at his noise as you brought your hips up only to slam them back down. Brainstorm let out an almost pained moan but did nothing to stop you.

“Feel good?” You teased leaning forward so Brainstorm could get a better view of your sloppy cunt slobbering all over the miniature of his spike. Brainstorm nodded and for once was without words.

You eagerly bounced on his toy taking whatever you wanted from him. His optic ridges pulled together as he winced. It was starting to hurt having you fuck him after his overload but the feeling of your walls so wet and tight around him was too wonderful to stop.

“Mmmm,” you moaned arching your back. “I cant wait to use this again. I might keep it in me all day.”

Brainstorm swore under his breath his servos grabbing your hips to guide you up and down the toy. “You’d look so cute trying not to cum in front of everyone,” you teased. “No one would have any idea that your little human was using you like a toy.”

Brainstorm’s grip was bruising. You shivered knowing you’d have the imprints of his servos on your hips for days to come. Your hand wandered down to your clit rubbing the tight bundle in circles. The room was filled with the sounds of panting, gasping, and the wet plapping of your pussy as you fucked yourself on Brainstorm’s miniature.

“Fuck!” You cried tears coming to your eyes. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over your spike!”

You screamed Brainstorm’s name as a rush of fluids exited your body. Your squirt dripped down Brainstorm’s teal plating as you rode out your high. Your words were a jumbled mess of praise and Brainstorm’s name. He felt his spark flutter in pure bliss seeing his lover covered in his transfluid riding out their high on top of him.

“So good,” You muttered before feeling your knees go weak. Brainstorm’s servos kept you steady and balanced as he slipped you off the toy. A string of your slick arousal still connected your pulsing cunt to the miniature. He slowly rested your body against his helm as he carefully set the miniature aside.

You panted letting your body rest against his helm with your legs draped over his chasis. Your pussy still throbbing from your orgasm.

“I love you,” Brainstorm panted while stroking up your body with one of his servos. You turned your head pressing kisses to the side of his face plate. “Do you think you could make one of those but it’s my pussy instead?”

You had to hold on tight to Brainstorm’s faceplate as he jolted up in the berth. His eyes wide in excitement and realization. “I bet I could!” Brainstorm exclaimed his mind already running wild with ideas. You giggled holding onto his helm already excited for what he had planned.

[revelboo]

Hello, sorry if I'm being annoying. But I’d love to see something with IDW Ratchet or Tarn if you could write anything with them—especially Ratchet. I just don’t see enough good stories about him. I really enjoy your writing style and can’t get enough of it. Sorry for any mistakes; English isn’t my first language.

Sure, I’ve been meaning to do an IDW Ratchet. Tarn’s on my list, too, but he and Ratchet will likely be the last new characters for a while. I’m currently over 30 ongoing storylines at this point 😅

Worker Bee

IDW Ratchet x Reader

• Sometimes it’s all too much. Even with First Aid helping, there’s just not enough medics in the Ark to support so many Autobots. Wheeljack and Perceptor can help if push comes to shove, but even then once the fighting begins again it won’t be enough. He’s never enough. And when he can’t get his processor right, when it threatens to drown him, he goes driving in his alt mode. Feels the sun baking him, the sand and hot asphalt under his tires. No real destination in mind, just trying to calm the panic that’s always there, the worry about what might happen. Driving for hours sometimes in a widening spiral about the Ark. Never going too far in case he’s needed. As he turns, he almost misses the car down in a crevice, only part of the bumper still visible, emergency lights flashing. Not his problem, but he’s still slowing anyway. Because he’s still a medic and someone might be hurt.

• Transforming and sliding down next to the car, he lays a hand on the roof feeling the heat of the metal and knowing it’s been there a while. Leaning to look inside anyway, there’s a human slumped forward against the wheel, broken glass glittering in their hair. Unmoving. Too late, then. Spark constricting, he’s turning away, pushing off the car to make the metal groan, when their little fingers flex and you make a low, guttural noise of pain that freezes him.

• It takes time to carefully peel back the roof of the car, snap the seatbelt and pull the door off to remove you. Feeling how hot your skin is against his servos as he lifts your limp form. Your eyes never open but you mumble incoherently, broken fragments he can’t make sense of. That make him wonder just how long you’ve been here, trapped and waiting to die. Because there’s no leaving you now that he has you in his hands. Carefully transforming around you to carry back to the Ark.

• Wheeljack’s in Medbay when he returns, digging through his tools and looking up guiltily, vocal indicators flickering green before he notices the human. “Haven’t seen that one before. Looks rough,” Wheeljack murmurs, moving closer as Ratchet lays you on a berth, your tiny form looking even smaller in the bot sized space. He’s almost absurdly glad Wheeljack’s there. Even though he’s been trying to brush up on human medicine since there’s so many of them now in the Ark, he doesn’t know nearly enough. Doesn’t know how to help you, but Wheeljack has a human. He has to know something.

• Snatching a scanner to run over you, he frowns at the results. Wrist and arm broken, one leg fractured. Body temperature well outside of normal parameters, dehydrated. Blood pressure off from normal, too. And he doesn’t know enough to know which problem is a priority. Which will kill you if he doesn’t fix it first. “Get your human,” he says softly. Temperature? It’s a place to start, cooling you off. “Now, Wheeljack,” he adds without looking up when the other bot doesn’t immediately move. Using a servo to brush your hair from your face, he can see the glass glittering on your skin and in your hair. “You held on this long.”

[tftarotproject]

So as I understand, this project is lost light/idw focused but has basically every major character anyway? Just cause of how many cards? Cause I love the idea of a TF tarot but I haven’t read idw so I’m not really into it much yet. Just wanna know to see if it’s good for me ya know? Thanks!

The characters included are:

0 The Fool - Tailgate

I The Magician - Brainstorm

II The High Priestess - Mistress of Flame

III The Empress - Windblade

IV The Emperor - Starscream

V The Hierophant - Optimus Prime

VI The Lovers - Chromedome and Rewind

VII The Chariot - Megatron

VIII Strength - First Aid

IX The Hermit - Cyclonus

X Wheel of Fortune - Deathsaurus

XI Justice - Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus

XII The Hanged Man - Drift

XIII Death - Whirl

XIV Temperance - Dai Atlas

XV The Devil - Tarn

XVI The Tower - Skids

XVII The Star -  The Necrobot/Censere

XVIII The Moon - Red Alert

XIX The Sun - Rodimus

XX Judgment - Rung

XXI The World - The Lost Light

Thundercracker - Ace of Wands

Pyra Magna - Two of Wands

Pipes - Three of Wands

Blaster - Four of Wands

Overlord - Five of Wands

Galvatron - Six of Wands

Kaon - Seven of Wands

Blurr - Eight of Wands

Metroplex - Nine of Wands

Ratchet - Ten of Wands

Ten - Page of Wands

Firestar - Knight of Wands

Nautica - Queen of Wands

Thunderclash - King of Wands

Prowl - Ace of Swords

Fulcrum - Two of Swords

Krok - Three of Swords

Metalhawk - Four of Swords

Arcee - Five of Swords

Ambulon - Six of Swords

Pharma - Seven of Swords

Vos - Eight of Swords

Tarantulas - Nine of Swords

Getaway - Ten of Swords

Wing - Page of Swords

Wheeljack - Knight of Swords

Velocity - Queen of Swords

Tyrest - King of Swords

Swindle - Ace of Pentacles

Riptide - Two of Pentacles

The Wreckers - Three of Pentacles

Trailcutter - Four of Pentacles

Fortress Maximus - Five of Pentacles

Nickel - Six of Pentacles

Shockwave - Seven of Pentacles

Perceptor - Eight of Pentacles

Trepan - Nine of Pentacles

Lockdown - Ten of Pentacles

Spinister - Page of Pentacles

Crankcase - Knight of Pentacles

Helex - Queen of Pentacles

Bumblebee - King of Pentacles

Cerebros - Ace of Cups

Lug & Anode - Two of Cups

Misfire - Three of Cups

Tesarus - Four of Cups

Grimlock - Five of Cups

Cosmos - Six of Cups

Swerve - Seven of Cups

Skywarp - Eight of Cups

Nightbeat - Nine of Cups

Chromia - Ten of Cups

Sunstreaker - Page of Cups

Jazz - Knight of Cups

Soundwave - Queen of Cups

Roller - King of Cups

Some of these characters are exclusive to the IDW comics, but most are familiar faces through continuities. Even if you don't know all of the characters, it's a beautiful deck any TF fan could appreciate. You can also go through the rest of the blog to see some of the pieces our artists have created!