#scruffy!verse

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Jason being insecure (physically bc he’s not pretty boy Dick Grayson) and reader literally sitting and absolutely worshipping him. Telling him every single thing they love about him. Kissing every scar and tear, holding him close, letting him be vulnerable enough to be little spoon. Not NSFW, just pure fluff

Let Jason Todd process his trauma and insecurities 2k22

"You're so fucking pretty," you murmur, draping yourself over him like a weighted blanket, your head against his heart.

"Pockets-"

"How are you this fucking massive and still so fast?"

"I dunno," Jason said, the weight of you already sapping his will to move. Or protest. Almost like you pressed the tension out of his body- it was the only time feeling trapped felt good. Because it was you. And because he knew you liked laying on him. And he liked you being comfortable- and he liked having you close.

He wasn't sure at what point you had become his favorite teddy bear to hold but- he did it now, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing.

"All tough and shit and still such a big heart-"

"Baby if you want to sit on my face all you have to do is as-"

"No," you huff, sinking your teeth into his pec, just hard enough to leave a brief impression of your teeth. "I want you to understand that you're fucking pretty."

"I'm not-"

"You are though," you tell him, sitting back to look down at him, your bottom hovering above his hips. "You're pretty and I love you."

Jason felt himself melt and he smiled softly. He didn't know what spurred this but. It felt good knowing that you thought he was nice-looking. He knew, that you'd probably seen him frowning at himself in the mirror or something and decided to love him as loudly as possible.

And it helped.

He hated when people came up to you when they thought he wasn't looking to ask if you wanted help. He hated the scars. He hated being so big- but then. When you did things like this. Laid on him and fussed over him and refused to let him tell you otherwise... He believed you.

"I love you too, baby girl," he murmured, practically purring when you lay back down on him and turning you so he could pin you between his chest and the back of the couch. Where he felt you were safer- better protected.

"We'd make pretty babies," you muse, "But they'd have to get your eyes or I'd be upset."

"Pockets, why-"

"Because," you answer shrugging, "they're my favorite color."

"But we don't-"

"Oh we absofuckingltely shouldn't have kids," you snort, "But if we did they'd be beautiful."

[buumbaby]

merthur, but theyre dogs and cats

[dgxehg0ek]

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

My problem with Ultimates is it tries to suck me in with decent art and making Magneto look as sexy as humanly possible. Like what am I supposed to do with this?

And then like one issue over he's calling Lorna a fat cow and a whore??? Like I'm sorry but Actual Magneto would vaporize this version of himself for speaking to his precious daughter that way.

THATS WHAT I'M SAYING THOUGH THEY TRY TO GET YOU AND THEN THEY DO AND YOU READ THE SHIT AND YOURE LIKE 'OH THIS IS SHIT' AND THEN YOU DIE

[lifesver]

once again: extremely ch 2 lee

[skycapt4in]

NOAH LIGHTFOOT, PRINCE OF THIEVES. / fantasy verse.

Growing up the bastard son of the local lord and having a mother who loved but left him at a young age, Noah's life seemed to either be cursed by the gods or not of their concern. The middle child of three, Noah was tasked with an impossible task for any child and that was to not only keep himself safe and fed on indifferent streets and keep his younger sister, Nadine, safe too, while helping his older brother, Nicolas, provide for all three of them. Noah learned from an early age to resort to whatever means he thought might bring him some form of advantage or aid, even doing his time in the fighting pits to earn measly coppers to buy stale bread, though Nicolas would quickly take the role of fighting for money from his brother, not wanting to witness him bringing hurt to himself.

He learned also, that the skill of listening in and being unseen was a most useful one, people seemed uncaring while delivering secrets to others, secrets that once Noah had overheard, could provide more value than coin.

It was in his teens that Noah's skill for listening and gathering whispers and secrets from the realm caught himself a kind of positive attention, in the form of a visitation from a man who claimed to be part of a group known as the Underground Men, a guild of thieves. Leaf was the man's name, brought to town on guild business and training his young son, Torrent, in the ways of the organization and both had witnessed Noah's ability to sneak around and go unseen by the locals, noticed his dirt covered clothes and, shockingly, polite demeanor while buying fresh bread with coin earned from sharing one Lord's secrets with another. The politeness disappeared almost completely once Leaf and his son had made their light stalking known, though the offence barely lasted once Leaf offered the three siblings a chance at something better than living in the woods, all but begging for scraps.

Nadine and Noah showed themselves to have the ability to sneak around better than Nicolas, and thus Nicolas's training mostly consisted of proper fighting, teaching him how to defend himself against attacks, how to blend in with his surroundings, and also how to read and write. Noah and Nadine's training was similar enough, but they were taught skills more aligned with the guild's main trading of thievery for coin.

Of the three siblings, Noah is the only one who stayed with the Underground Men. Both Nicolas and Nadine leaving at different points, once they'd been trained how to better survive in this cruel world with different aims, Nadine set out to see what else it had to offer, Nicolas set out to find a life for himself. Noah stayed and quickly climbed the ranks and notorioty among the large group, eventually by the age of 19, finding himself as the right hand man to the leader of the Underground Men, a man by the name of Solas. Like Leaf had years before, Solas had seen promise in the young man's talents and commitment to the work the Underground Men would do.

It stayed that way for a few more years, together Noah and Torrent would become brother-like in their friendship, they would complete many a task together, stealing from the rich, giving to the poor, trading in lies and secrets a like to the benefit of whomever paid highest. Solas continued to train Noah in the ways of leadership and how to successfully run and enforce the rules of the Underground Men, and continued to do so even as he grew sick and became sicker. By 26, everyone within the guild's compound was aware that Solas was not meant long for this world, and that instead of giving the title of Prince of the Underground to the man he'd grown up with and lifelong best friend, Leaf, it was a title going to Noah, all that is, except Noah, who seemed to be living in an almost childlike obliviousness to the whole idea until it finally came true.

Trying to reject the title was unacceptable, considered to be a high form of disrespect upon the previous Prince, and not wanting to be cast out of the first family he's truly known, he accepts the role and it's responsibilities albeit reluctantly, appointing Leaf as his right hand man and advisor to keep him, and thus the organization on the right path.

By the age of 30, the workings of the Underground Men had expanded through the kingdom and stretched into international waters thanks to Noah's guidance, though it comes at the small price of their workings becoming more known and common to hear about above ground, many rumors surround them and many of those rumors hung around Noah's name, some painted him as a savage who'd stole power for himself and would happily strike down anyone on his path, others painted him in a more fair light, a true robin hood, folk hero type. Noah has yet to make any attempt to do anything about those rumors, leaving them be might be in his better interest.

[reiketsui]

"You look very well put together today, it will aide in your self-confidence while you finish processing you tissue samples," Lusamine mentions to her pupil, one single hand reaching down and fixing a few strands of his hair.

A quiet 'hmh' of amusement.

"Ah. You need to do something about your mane before someone mistakes you for a Furfrou."

The young man needs a haircut.

// Woe, scruffy era upon ye

" thank you, mrs. president, i tried to– pay attention to it today, " it's difficult to shift focus. as many times as he had lingered near those display windows of high-end fashion stores when passing by them in goldenrod, silently admiring the craft, atomu had never once thought he'd even get to touch fabric of such quality.

unless he chose to break in and steal some, of course. but that would mean having to admit to himself that he was interested in something so– well, that. something unfitting for a man with a line of reputation in the johto underground fight circles.

his lips purse, brows tugging into the subtlest frown at her comment. the only haircut he had ever gotten in his life is the kind done with dull kitchen scissors by a dirty bathroom sink. " you– think so? " / @aetherceuse

[dxsole]

@id1eyouth | Cont. from X

There's a hard edge to his gaze now. A few faint scars from past tussles hidden beneath and fine coat and a trimmed beard. His hands are still soft though, a trait uncharacteristic of outlaws— Lawrence always believed himself to be different than your run-of-the-mill criminal. There was a sophistication there, a silent sort of intimidation you might see in a courtroom or a high council.

For one who did awful things, he demanded a semblance of respect. And disrespect was treated with the same sort of punishment as the law would give; a foul word led to a hanging, a snub of a greeting led to a firing squad. Even now as Zachary confirms that it had crossed his mind to sever ties with Lawrence, his mismatched eyes flash— especially the blue one.

It was always more expressive of the two, secrets hidden in the umber right but reflected in the icy left.

He sucks his teeth. "I see." Lawrence could have made the same reasoning if it had been the other way around. And he might have spared him just to hold this over his head; Do you remember when I let you live? Remember when I was merciful?

Perhaps he just doesn't like the fact that he was indebted to Zachary.

Regardless, he's in a saloon, he's not dead, and Zachary looks horribly peeved. Lips stretch into a smirk, his conniving ways coming back to him. "And keep the wolves at bay I shall." If only because Zachary, apparently, couldn't stomach it. Ah, well, they were very different men; Zachary may want money but still only secretly stole from his father.

If Lawrence wanted money from his father, he might have been tempted to slit his throat. "You're so serious." He muses, now glancing down the corridor to assess now that he has a satisfactory answer from Zachary. "You ever been an outlaw, kid? A proper one, I mean. Not this lil' thing you had going with your father." Because Lawrence has been, many times. And there tends to be at least one person in every saloon who you could exploit for a coin.

"We've got to cover our tracks. And change clothes— I still look like a lawman."

[pizzatheif]

i just think that "day after the full moon is a big werewolf hangover" vibe would be a fun vibe.

[the-smallest-star]

"Pleasd don't kill my dad. He's been the best dad I've ever had."

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

A request if it strikes your fancy - Jason leaving a mission/patrol early or just skipping bc reader needs him and him assuring her she’s worth it?

"I gotta go."

"Hood what-"

Jason didn't say anything, he just handed Bruce his phone so he could see what you sent. The words "I'm not okay. I'm gonna be okay, right?"

"Go," he said, taking a deep breath. "We'll be okay tonight. Call if-"

"I will. Should be fine." And Jason couldn't say anything else. All he could do was get home. To kiss you and remind you that you're okay. That this is all real. He's real. And you're safe. That he can keep you safe when you can't protect yourself.

He let himself into the apartment and wrapped his arms around you where you were waiting by the door. Pacing and agitated. "Shhh," he soothed, "You okay?"

"No."

"What do you need? What can we do?"

Silence. And he felt you hug him tighter. Clinging. Hands bunching his shirt into a crumpled mess. "Cuddles?" he tried. "Did you eat?"

Two options. Two choices to help narrow things down.

"Don't let go," you murmur.

"I won't," he promised. "Let's go find Scruffy, kay? We'll cuddle and watch horrible true crime docs."

"Okay."

You don't loosen your grip and he patted your arm, prompting you. "Arms around my neck, Pockets," he said softly. One step at a time. You'd been holding on to control by your nails. He could see the red mark on your chest when he lifted you up. Where you'd rubbed a patch of skin almost raw. Because your chest hurt. Because you were trying to ground yourself. Baby steps. You reached out to him.

Trusted him. And he could come, so he did. Now he just had to remind you that yu were safe. That the chaos in your head was just that.

[wonderjanga]

So Ive had this prompt stuck in my head, dunno if you've done it before, but:

Billy unexpectedly powers down due to a villain's weapon. But instead of being, well, scruffy little billy, he ends up looking like a greek child with the toga (?) and all. What would the JL reaction be?

This whole incident started half a year ago with the divine beings in his head arguing about something. Arguing was a surprisingly common occurrence despite the fact that most of these guys were over thousands of years old. He tended to normally tune them out whenever this was happening.

Achilles: “BILLY!”

Marvel: *startles* “Yes, Achilles?”

Achilles: “Chiton or toga?”

Marvel: “Huh?

Mercury: “Chiton or toga? We’re making you a gift. Aren’t we like so kind?”

Marvel: “A gift…?” *sounds weary* “I don’t like the sound of that. What are you planning?”

Zeus: “Nothing!”

Marvel: “Solomon?”

Solomon: “It really is nothing. This will actually aid you in case of any accidents while in field.”

Marvel: “Okay then…”

Hercules: “NOW PICK!”

Marvel: “Alright, alright, dang. Uh… What’s a chiton?”

Zeus: “What’s a- What’s a chiton? I’ve never felt such a shame for one of my children before.”

Marvel: “I’m not your kid, but okay.”

Solomon: “Billy, a chiton is a tunic that was worn traditionally by the Greeks.”

Marvel: “Oooh. Uh… okay then I pick that one.”

Zeus: “Ha ha, suck it Atlas!”

Atlas: “I also wanted him to pick the Chiton…?”

Zeus: “I know. I just don’t like you. I thought that was obvious by now.”

Billy didn’t know that Robin was like five feet away and watching this entire interaction go down. To Damian, this grown ass man was just having a full conversation with himself, oblivious to the world. He reported this behavior to his father later.

Batman: “That’s normal.”

Robin!Damian: “Pardon?”

Batman: “That’s normal for Marvel. Think nothing of it.”

Anyways, fast forward six months. Billy forgot about the gift thing the Gods were talking about. Mostly because they hadn’t even given him the gift. Then the time came when Billy was forced to be detransformed. All because of a stupid villain’s machine going haywire. Sivana could do better. So now, Billy was standing in front of the JL who had surrounded him in a half circle.

(Ancient Greek is in italics)

Billy: “Uh… Hello?” *doesn’t even realize he’s decked out in the Ancient Greek drip, complete with the chiton from earlier*

JL: *staring in befuddlement*

Supes: “He’s been de-aged?”

WW: *steps forward* “Brother?”

Mercury: “Okay, Billy, stare at her for like three seconds and then be like you’re Zeus‘s kin?”

Billy: *doesn’t even know why he’s doing this but does the three second stare* “You’re Zeus’ kin?”

Mercury: “You’re my favorite champion now.”

WW: “I am. I am Diana Prince. It’s a pleasure to meet you. What is your name?”

Solomon: “Thavma is a nice choice.”

Zeus: “So is Keraunos. Which is arguably better because it means lightning.”

Billy: “Thavma, or Keraunos. Either is fine.”

Flash: *whispering to Batman* “Spooky, what’re they saying?”

Batman: “I don’t know. I’m versed in Greek, not Ancient Greek. I can just barely make out an eighth of the words they’re saying.”

Soon after all of this, he was taken to the Watchtower. The JL dropped him off in a rec room and assigned Robin to watch him so the team could go to a meeting room to discuss the whole ordeal.

Robin!Damian: *looking him up and down*

Billy: *can feel the judgment through Robin’s mask* “What is it?”

Robin!Damian: “What?”

Billy: “I said what is it?”

Robin!Damian: “Tt. A language barrier.”

Billy: *frog blinks* “Language barrier…?”

Solomon: “I’ll just turn off the Ancient Greek for you.”

Billy: *clears his throat* “Can you understand me now?” *slight Greek accent still there*

Robin!Damian: “More clearly. Yes.”

Billy: “Cool, now what is it?”

Robin!Damian: “Pardon?”

Billy: “What is it? I can tell you’re staring at me judgmentally through that thing on your face.”

Robin!Damian: *visibly bristles* “I am not.”

Billy: “Yes, you are.”

Robin!Damian: “I am not.”

Billy: “You are.”

Robin!Damian: “Am not.”

Billy: “Yuh huh.”

Robin!Damian: “Nuh uh-” *realizes he let that leave his mouth* “Why are you acting like a child?

Billy: “I am a child.”

Robin!Damian: *stares at him for a couple moments* “The reason I am staring at you judgmentally, is that I had previously assumed you had been born an adult.”

Billy: “Who told you that?”

Robin!Damian: “Nightwing.”

Billy: *remembers he’s not supposed to know who that is* “Who?”

Robin!Damian: “He’s someone you’ll meet when you’re an adult.”

Billy: “Okay…?”

*silence*

Somehow, the two ended up crawling in the vents together. You couldn’t even ask Billy how it happened.

Robin!Damian: “Crawl faster.”

Billy: “I’m trying.”

They spent a while up there, crawling around, eavesdropping, stopping every now and then in the kitchen for snacks.

Robin!Damian: “This is chocolate.” *hands him a chocolate bar*

Billy: *eyes literally shining as he looks at the bar because he rarely gets to have chocolate*

Robin!Damian: “You open it like so.” *opens his own bar* “Now come. We must continue on the move. Back to the vents.”

This went on until the JL started to look for them.

Flash: *searching the rec room frantically because they should’ve been here*

Robin!Damian and Billy: *descend from the vents*

Robin!Damian: “What do you need speedster?”

Flash: *screams*

[buckyalpine]

Bodyguard Bucky x Drunk reader

This little drabble is for an idea from one of my favorite angel babies, its SO CUTE. Might make a longer version of this at some point but for now: 

“Buckyyyy” You clung onto him like a koala, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the heady scent of his cologne. After a drink too many, you were happy to crawl into his lap, tipsy enough to happily wrap yourself around him, though still mostly aware of your surroundings. He remained silent, a classic grumpy scowl on his lips, keeping his eyes straight to the SUV. 

He wrapped his strong arms around you, carrying you and walking to the car, his broad frame keeping you snug against his chest while moving through the crowd with ease. No one stood in his way, immediately moving aside from his facial expression alone. Piercing blue eyes and a clenched jaw daring anyone to make the mistake of coming near you. 

“M’so sleepy” You whined against his neck, letting your hangs cling around his neck, squeezing your legs tighter around his tapered waist. 

“It’s okay pretty girl, I’m taking you home” He murmured, not wasting a second getting you outside and into the all black SUV that was parked at the club entrance. He swallowing thickly when he felt your soft lips press gentle kisses along his neck, the warmth of your breath tickling his skin as he slid into the back seat, nodding to the driver to get going. 

“So handsome” Your nose nudged into his shoulder, burying yourself into him as much as you could, refusing to let him move you from his lap. He spent the entire ride letting you cuddle into him while he held you securely, carefully holding you as he stepped out once you’d reached home. He carried you right to your bedroom, setting you down on your bed. You whined when he tried to pull away, pulling him back, giving him your sweetest pout, glassy and wide. 

“Please don’ go” You mumbled, tucking yourself into him, “Stay? Please?”

How was he supposed to leave you when you were so sweet and cuddly and so utterly adorably drunk. 

“Alright babygirl” He whispered, kissing your forehead, “I gotta get you clean up first through, okay?” He went to you bathroom, well versed in what your night time routine was, making note of the smallest details in everything you did in a day. He found some wipes, and your lotions, bringing them over and gently rubbing the makeup off your face while your mind was still stuck on the name he called you. 

“M’your babygirl?” You asked hopefully, noting the way his cheeks blushed, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered but it was impossible around you. 

“Always, you’re always my babygirl” He smoothed the cool lotion onto your skin before helping you out of your heels. He convinced you to get changed out of your dress, staying stationed outside of the closet in case you fell over but you were changed seconds later. You came out in an oversized tshirt- his oversized tshirt to be exact, that you’d stolen unbeknownst to him. 

So that’s where it went he shook his head to himself, biting back a smile while you flopped back onto bed, stretching on the covers like a kitten before giving him grabby hands. 

“What is it princess” He knew what you wanted but it went against what he was there for. He had to protect you and to do that he couldn’t ever let his guard down. Not one moment of vulnerability, not when he had to protect you. 

But fuck, you were so utterly irresistible and he’d be lying to himself if he thought there was nothing he felt for you. He came down to tuck you in, hoping the warmth of the blankets would help you sleep but you tugged him into bed instead, wrapping your entire body around him. 

“You’re blushing” you giggled, cupping his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb trace his pink lips. He could help but chuckle, hoping you’d forget all this by morning, letting his fingers trace over your delicate features. 

“You act all grumpy but you’re actually a teddy bear”

He cocked an eyebrow while you tried to copy him, scrunching you brows together instead making him grin. He smoothed the line that formed between your brows, loving the way you continued to contort your face trying to match his grumpy face. 

“A teddy bear, huh?”

“My teddy bear” You sighed contently, snuggling into him, a yawn slipping past your lips. You let the warmth of his arms drift you off to sleep, still smiling as you snored softly. 

“My babygirl” He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, allowing himself to fall asleep with you; after all you’d always be safest in his arms. 

[enbysanavi]

RE:V Lords and Mother Miranda with a reader that was in a band

Alcina Dimitrescu

When she figures out that one of her maids has a talent for playing piano, she approached you to ask where you learned.

When you tell her that you had been playing for a few years she offered you extra pay to play whenever she had guests over.

It wasn’t until Bela asked you to tutor her in the piano that Alcina figures out that your skills don’t just lay with piano playing but singing as well.

The curiosity burns inside of her and she asks if you were in a band before you came to work for her.

You hesitantly say yes.

When she hears your hesitation she wants to ask more but decided to let it go for now.

She seeks out the Duke and asks him if he can get any information on you and your band.

A month later and there are a few records delivered to the castle. Alcina sits in one of her arm chairs with a glass of wine as she listened to your band.

She is… surprised when she hears the satanic verses hidden within the music.

When she hears you sing though…

She is in awe

After all she too was in a band herself but that was many years ago.

Your band was more modern and even then it wasn’t liked due to its imagery.

She can’t help but wonder if the rumour of the band members being demons was real

Karl Heisenberg

When the man finds hears you talking with another factory worker about how you used to be the lead guitarist in a band he is instantly curious.

Being someone who only has been hearing old music on the radio for all the years he has been here, naturally he would want something new.

Heisenberg never usually goes to The Duke, much preferring to just get things himself.

So when he returns with a guitar and an amp he summons you to his office in the factory and demands (asks) you to play for him.

You’re confused by finding a guitar in your hands after all this time made you happy to preform even if it was for a scruffy guy like Heisenberg.

He had never heard rock music like that before.

From that moment on he wanted you to play music for him.

He didn’t care what your life was before the factory, he was just impressed that you could play.

Not so secretly he wanted to get some bigger amps and play your shredding outside of Miranda’s lab.

Donna Beneviento

Donna hates loud noises. It scares her and makes her want to crawl into a hole and hide away.

She didn’t like loud music either so when you casually mention you were in a band that has albums that were considered heavy metal, she was iffy.

Angie on the other hand was ecstatic. She wanted to hear you play all of the drum solos that you said you mastered over the course of a few months.

You didn’t want to scare Donna away, especially after working so hard to coax her out of her shell so you came up with an alternative.

You got some vinyl records from Duke and offered to quietly play them for Donna and Angie.

Don’t get Donna wrong.

She loves that you used to be in a band. She loves that’s you are still passionate about music now.

You got the vinyl from Duke and played it for the two.

Angie loved it, she jumped up and down excitedly as she listened to the record.

Donna was more calm with her praise.

She bobbed her head along approvingly and after the vinyl was over she told you that you played wonderfully but if you were to ever pick up drumming again then please don’t do it in the house.

Moreau Salvator

The first thing he knew about you is that you talked a lot about a type of fish.

He was confused on why you liked fish so much but maybe that was why you lived so close to the reservoir.

When he worked up the confidence to talk to you and ask why you liked fish so much you laughed.

He instantly felt bad that you were laughing at him before you reassured him that you weren’t.

You told him that you played an instrument called a Bass but you also liked fish too.

He wanted to know more about an instrument named after a fish and how you became such a good player.

When you told him that you used to play in a band he was excited and asked you to play for him.

You hesitantly told him that the Bass wasn’t really a main instrument even though it was just as important as other instruments.

He never thought that he would relate with an instrument but here he was.

He still wanted you to play for him so you agreed.

Even though the Bass was quiet he quickly grew to like it and you playing it for him.

He even asked for you to teach him one day even though he has webbed hands.

Mother Miranda.

You were just a normal villager when Mother Miranda stumbled upon you.

You wanted to bring colour to the village by playing music at the local pub.

She wanted to know why there seemed to be an extra perk in her villager’s steps.

So she followed a few villages in a disguise to make her look just like any other woman.

When she found you drawing a crowd while playing the guitar she was curious. She had never heard of any villager playing an instrument.

She couldn’t help but follow you to your humble cottage away from the rest of the village.

You had inherited the cottage from an old family friend who’s last wish was for the cottage to be lived in.

Mother Miranda watched you as you played and enjoyed the simple music you played.

When she approached you in a disguise she asked you how you became such a talented guitarist.

You sheepishly confessed that you were only a rhythm guitarist and not a lead.

She couldn’t see why you spoke with such hesitancy. You played well even if you weren’t a lead guitarist.

“I see no band here other than yourself. You are the lead guitarist in this village whether you like it or not”

[lifesver]

hold on smth about it... it might be giving older leland i can't explain

[in1-nutshell]

I would absolutely love to read anything you have about IDW Rapidfire! I love how you wrote her for TFP, and I’m interested in how she would be different in the IDW ‘verse!

IDW Rapidfire is going to be a bit different from TFP.

Hope you enjoy!

IDW Rapidfire

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Cybertronian reader

IDW/MTMTE

Minimus met Rapidfire as a youngling abandoned near the end of the war.

Of course, she knew him as Ultra Magnus.

She was originally part of a N.A.I.L family unit that had been ambushed by Decepticon crossfire.

The youngling with nowhere to go decided to avenge her family and try to join the Autobots.

What better way to attract the Autobots than an emergency frequency.

Magnus was surprised at the audacity of the youngling demanding to join the Wrecker’s unit.

She was so tiny!

She would get crushed!

Magnus: “I am afraid your size will hinder you—” Rapidfire tries to puff her chassis, trying to make herself bigger. Magnus: “That is not helping your case… ummm…” Rapidfire: “My name is Rapidfire.” Magnus: “Well, Rapidfire have you factored in that you can get killed?” Rapidfire: “I know the risks. Why do you think I sent out a frequency to the Wrecker’s? I want to fight!” Roadbuster: “Oh c’mon Magnus. Look at her.” The Wreckers see the equivalent of a hissing dirty kitten. Pyro: “She has some fire in those optics. I believe Prime would bring her along.” Magnus: “Pyro—” Springer: “Hey kid, can you handle a blaster?” Ironfist tosses her a blaster. She struggles a bit to hold the blaster, which is almost as big as she is. Springer: “Hit that sign over there and you got a spot on the team.” Magnus: “Hold on now—” BANG! Rapidfire did not hit the sign, but accidentally shot down a Seeker no one had seen. And by the screaming it was probably Starscream. The Wrecker’s: “…” Rapidfire is just smiling. Whirl: “We’re keep her right?”

Magnus is forced to bring the scruffy youngling with them.

A very chatty scruffy youngling who looked comical holding the large blaster.

Magnus tried to get her in inventory duty.

It worked… for a bit.

Rapidfire wasn’t that dumb.

She knew someone would try and put her into more ‘safer’ positions because of her size and age.

So, she made sure that every moment she had, it was to begging Magnus to train her.

Magnus was a bit confused why Rapidfire would choose him to train her than any of the other Wrecker’s that had a bigger soft spot than he did.

The youngling simply stated she wanted to learn from the Commander himself.

He isn’t flustered.

No way.

The mech does eventually starts to train Rapidfire.

He is not immune to her enthusiasm when she jumps for joy and tells the others.

Is relatively surprised how well Rapidfire manages to use his own frame against him, but she is still no match for the Magnus armor.

Nothing seems to quell her spirit.

An admirable trait.

Magnus brings Rapidfire and some of the other Wrecker’s to a shooting range. Magnus: “Rapidfire, your assignment is to blast all 5 targets in the center dot.” Rapidfire squints at the tiny targets in the distance. Magnus: “You can see the targets from the scope better.” Rapidfire nods her helm. Ironfist: “Isn’t this a bit advance for her?” Magnus: “She must learn one way or another Ironfist.” Rotorstorm: “But she’s just a—” BABANG! BABANG! BABANG! BABANG! BABANG! The Wrecker’s freeze as they see Rapidfire barely flinch. She hops from her high seat with a proud smile. Rapidfire: “Done!” The mech’s take out scouters to see the targets. All had perfect holes in the center. Magnus: “I—umm, well done Rapidfire.” The youngling beams brightly. Rapidfire: “Its all thanks to Perceptor!” Rapidfire high five’s the Wrecker. Springer: “That… explains a bit.”

Rapidfire found out about Minimus on accident.

He had crawled out of the armor to deal with a set of gashes he had when his door opened.

Minimus swore he locked it, until he remembered that he had given them to Rapidfire for emergencies.

Both bots stare at each other. Rapidfire carefully closes the door. Minimus then realizes that she had a medkit in one of her servos. Rapidfire: “Looks like you need a bi of patch work, huh Magnus?” Minimus and Rapidfire are quiet as she patches him up. Minimus: “Are you going to—” Rapidfire: “Tell the others? Nah.” Minimus looks at her confused. Rapidfire: “If you haven’t done it yourself there has to be a reason. Its also kinda not my business.” Rapidfire finishes the patch work and starts to leave. Minimus: “Rapidfire.” The Youngling stops. Minimus takes notice that she looked a bit taller but brushes it aside. Minimus: “My name is Minimus Ambus… and thank you.” Rapidfire smiles at him before leaving the room.

Rapidfire loves Verity.

Verity becomes her ‘older’ sister.

Magnus thinks that maybe they will be good influences on each other…

Next thing he knows the Wrecker’s are scrambling to catch Rapidfire and Verity from ‘group’ trust falls.

They were both sent to the time out corner after that.

Eventually Rapidfire gets sent on an away mission from the Wrecker’s.

The first mission trip that she didn’t know when she would return to the Wrecker’s unit.

Magnus was not happy with her leaving, which led to her teasing him a bit, but he could see through the excitement, she wasn’t too happy leaving him either.

Rapidfire is walking to the space pod. The Wrecker’s are there to wish her good luck. They all notice a small growth spurt in the youngling but brush it off as a trick of the light. Springer: “Give them your all Rapidfire.” Rotorstorm: “Blast a Con will ya?” Perceptor: “Be careful.” Kup: “Trust ya gut kid.” Whirl: “Make sure they know why you’re a Wrecker!” Verity: “Punch a Con for me!” Rapidfire smiles at all of them as she turns to Magnus. Magnus: “… Safe travels Rapidfire.” Rapidfire: “I will Commander, I’ll be back before you know it... Dad.” Magnus smiles a bit. …Wait, what’s a dad? And why does Verity look so happy? Rapidfire smiles before waving at everyone as the pod’s door started to close. Rapidfire: “I’ll send a post card once I get to Garrus 9!”

A couple months later, Magnus receives a call from Prowl telling him about the Overlord takeover of Garrus 9.

Magnus is about to have a panic attack.

Overlord does not leave Bot prisoners unless he wants them to tell how they escaped or because he keeps them as toys.

There is no telling if she survived or not.

Magnus can’t go on this mission but the rest of the Wrecker’s can.

They are going to bring their youngling back.

Verity is out for blood.

The group find Fortress Maximus before Rapidfire.

It was Perceptor who found her in a highly dense cell.

They open it and first believe they have the wrong bot. This bot is a unit. Probably big or bigger than Ultra Magnus. Impactor: “Who’s there? State your designation.” The helm of the bot slowly moves up. The dull lighting of the bots optics is the only source of light in the room. It looks like the bot is squinting. Rapidfire: “V-verity?” Verity drops her blasters and starts running to the bot, flashing a bit of light from a small flashlight. Verity: “Rapidfire?” Rapidfire: “That’s my name… ain’t got another one.” The Wreckers light up their flashlights and start helping her out of her chains. Kup: “You know when we said you have to grow up we didn’t mean this.” Rapidfire chuckles painfully. Rapidfire: “Didn’t really have a say in this.”

It takes multiple bots to get Fortress Maximus and Rapidfire to escape pods to head to Delphi for repairs.

Magnus just gets notified that she made it to the medical facility and would be notified when she woke up.

Timeskip Lost Light and Delphi.

Both Maximus and Rapidfire are woken up by First Aid’s jump start on their sparks.

Rapidfire protects the medics.

Ratchet is surprised to see them both awake.

She stays with First Aid while everything is going down with Pharma.

Joins the Lost Light with the others.

Magnus stands up so fast that Rodimus fall off his chair.

Magnus hurriedly makes it to the medbay. Fortress Maximus was sleeping on one of the medical slabs while Ambulon and First Aid were taking care of him. Ratchet was patching up a dent on Rapidfire’s arm. She looks over to who entered and freezes. Magnus slowly walks over and gently holds her servo. Magnus: “Rapidfire?” Rapidfire gives him a watery smile, tears leaking from her faceplate. Rapidfire: “Sorry I’m late Magnus. Something came up.” Magnus lets out a shaky vent as she gently squeezes back. THUD! Rapidfire and Magnus jump at the sudden noise. Whirl is panting heavily looking around. Whirl: “WHERE IS SHE!? WHERE!?”

Rapidfire and Magnus at some point before her growth spurt.