#whirls-conjunx

[swivelbot]

Don’t talk to me or my Conjunx ever again

[sweet7simple]

More Than Meets the Eye: Volume 9, Issues #45-49

Y'all, I am one volume away from completing this series. Thank you for being on this journey with me.

No, there is no Ratchet and Drift in these issues. They haven't come back yet from their honeymoon (otherwise called the Empire of Stone).

Instead, we have:

Rung and his ark models:

Rung is so freaking cute, I love him.

(Issue #48)

(Issue #49)

"If he can't see us, he can't hurt us!" KUNK. "Okay, he can still hurt us!"

(More under cut)

We have Whirl and things that surprised me about him! For instance, his room is actually really clean and he builds digital clocks:

(Issue #47)

We have Cyclonus defending Tailgate with his body:

And we have Tailgate losing his adorable shit because he thinks Cyclonus is dead (he is not):

(Issue #47)

This is also the moment Tailgate gets his super strength.

Which we see demonstrated and explained in Issue #49:

(Absolutely obliterated Sunder, it was great).

Tailgate essentially gained superpowers via radiation and heartbreak (or, you know, thinking Cyclonus was dead).

As a bonus, I have decided to add the moment Tailgate realizes that he and Cyclonus have completed the Conjunx Ritus:

(Issue #47)

"Whoops, buddy, it looks like we accidentally got married. Talk about it later? Sure, it can wait."

[wetsocksinbed]

Chromedome: Why would you give Rewind a knife?!

Whirl: He said he felt unsafe

Chromedome: Well now I feel unsafe!

Whirl: …

Whirl: You want a knife?

[lets-try-some-writing]

Considering family for Cybertronians is important stuff like child support, daddy/mommy issues and whatnot would be confusing to them

Cons: We have your husband

June: You can keep him.

Bots: June??

June: And if you could would you please scare him into paying child support?

Bots,cons: ???

Oh yeah it would be confusing. Cybertronians have convoluted and complicated relationships, but let it not be said that they fail to be organized. A family on Cybertron can be anything from the Conjunxed couple and their wards to a collection of mecha related purely through paperwork, or perhaps not even through offical means. Whatever the case, Cybertronians make it a point to know their relatives when possible and to support one another if able. Regardless of the situation, if you are family, you are obliged to follow certain standards.

Any Cybertronian involved in the forging, raising, or mentoring of a newspark must be there in some capacity. Unlike humans, simple caste sharing and funding is more than enough in most circumstances. Strictly speaking, a Cybertronian doesn't even need parents, just a familial unit of some sort and a sponsor to ensure that newsparks are taken care of. Family units are loose, but the rules are not. Even Whirl would be morally obliged to at least turn up once and a while with either payment or wisdom to share with any newspark he helped create or got himself involved with as a mentor. It is not even a question on Cybertron. The scummiest mechs still know the rules, and generally speaking, it is in the best interest of all parties to follow the rules of sponsorship.

The larger the family, the more resources one theoretically has to call upon. Hence the interest in taking care of one's line. Humans though? Considering they are not functionally immortal and are not given the great equalizer that is in built weaponry, the rules are all but nonexistent. Children do not always have the power to get back at parents, and parents generally do not have as great an investment in their offspring since any offspring are not likely to bring back investment in a reasonable time frame, at least by Cybertronian standards.

The Cybertronians on Earth simply do not understand the plethora of broken homes amongst humanity. Even Megatron, while largely uncaring of the fleshies, is a tad confused when it comes to the lack of fathers or mothers in homes. Children murdering parents isn't anything new. Cybertron wasn't much better once one got into the higher castes. But parents abandoning their young? That's new. It was a code of honor on Cybertron for a mentor or caretaker to do everything their power to at least make an attempt to provide.

Jack's situation in particular gained the collective confusion of Bots and Cons alike. How could a Sire abandon his creation? Entirely too. It was strange. So strange in fact that Shockwave was momentarily interested in possibly testing the resiliance of the human family structure since, according to his assessment, some family units matched Cybertronian ones in strength where others were all but nonexistent.

It was nigh on culturally impossible to fully comprehend. The Cybertronian family is a messy thing, but even for the functionally immortal, there are rules.

Optimus: Your Sire left you? Without a word?

Jack: Yeah. Dad left when I was young and hasn't come home since.

Arcee: No financial aid? No instructional holovids? Nothing?

Jack: Nope. Haven't heard from him since I was little.

Ratchet: That's ridiculous! Your Sire should not have been given a warrant to engage in any mentorship, much less creation!

June: You can say that again.

[writeyouin]

I love your writing so much! Honestly you need more credit. Could I get a request for a medic femme that died while saving another bot on a mission and their s/o (Rodimus, Rung or Whirl) had/is having a funeral service? Thank you so much and I hope you have an awesome day 💕💕

MTMTE / LL Bot X Reader Drabbles – Funeral

A/N – Hey, this was a long time coming, so I hope you’ve had many good days in the time you have waited for this.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

RUNG

Rung thought he knew what heartbreak was.

He has been around for a long, long Yet, he never felt old until now.

He has seen friends come and go. The deaths of so many people he knew, but he wasn’t close to any of them, or rather, not as close as he could have been.

He never lost an Amica Endurae, or worse… a Conjunx, until now.

So many of his therapy sessions revolved around him comforting other bots through the worst losses imaginable. He has seen this before, known what it looks like, and felt the related compassion, but to go through it himself? Nothing can compare to this feeling of emptiness.

You were a medic. You followed the rules. You really believed it when you said: “Do no harm.”

Rung had seen you do commendable things. You even had to be dragged from a DJD bot once because you refused to distinguish between any bot that needed medical care.

It was Ratchet who had dragged you away, knowing that you were wrong and that the bot wouldn’t be thankful for your help; he would have killed everyone around him as soon as you brought him back online.

You had cried for weeks after that, letting Rung comfort you over the loss of a prospective patient.

For you to die when you weren’t even fighting- For another bot to murder you while you were trying to resuscitate a fallen friend- It was unspeakable.

Rung removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensor, overcome by grief and tears.

He vented a few puffs of air through his systems and tried to compose himself, surprised when he felt a servo resting gently on his back.

He looked up to Drift, who nodded grimly at him, eyes alight with understanding.

Rung nodded back, replaced his glasses and stood up.

He would cry as soon as this was over, but first, he had to give a eulogy in your name as was his duty. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do.

RODIMUS

“You know kid, it’s okay to- Hell, to anything! Scream, cry, break something. Please!” Hound begs. He wishes that he wasn’t the one who had to tell Rodimus but he was there when you… When Rodimus’ Conjunx Endurae died.

Upon hearing it, Rodimus didn’t say anything. He sat down against the wall and looked to the floor. It’s like he hasn’t heard a word that Hound said, but Hound knows he did. Whether he’s processing it is another matter.

“Rodimus, I-”

“How did it happen?” Rodimus asks quietly, clutching at his knees hard enough to make dents.

Hound likes telling stories. He likes to tell bots what it’s like on Earth, about the best places he’s visited, hell, he even enjoys regaling the crew with his best fights, but this? The story of your death? He doesn’t want to recount it. It’s too painful for Rodimus to hear.

Instead, he shakes his head, “I don’t think-”

Rodimus shoots up, enraged and shouting, “HOW DID IT HAPPEN?! TELL ME. HOW DID-” His voice breaks as the coolant starts pouring from his optics, “How did (Y/N)- Why did it have to be (Y/N)? Why? WHY?”

Rodimus is being irrational. They both know it, but Rodimus is hurting too much to be reasonable, and Hound isn’t going to argue.

Hound hugs Rodimus, feeling awful for the young bot. He doesn’t exactly answer the full truth of what the DJD did to you for getting in the way of their mission, albeit accidentally since you didn’t know who the bot you were treating was, let alone that he was on the DJD’s list. Yet, without answering the full question, Hound gives a half-truth. “I couldn’t provide enough cover fire.”

That much was true, but Hound wasn’t the only bot with you. It had been Drift to call a tactical retreat, and by the time everyone had looked back, you weren’t with them. You had stayed with your patient, till the very end.

They went back for you, of course they did, but they needed backup and their communications with the Lost Light had gone down over a cycle prior.

When they found your body… Hound felt sick at the memory. Sufficed to say, there wasn’t much left to find.

“I’m sorry, kid,” Hound says, and he repeats the words over and over as Rodimus clings to him. Rodimus is also stuck on his mantra. “It should have been me. (Y/N) was too good. It should have been me.”

By the time your funeral rolls around, Rodimus is a disgrace. He doesn’t attend the funeral. He hates such events. Instead, he sits alone in his room, crying. Some people come by to try and coax him out, but he ignores them all.

He can’t bear to be around anyone.

Now, after the funeral, he hates himself. All he keeps thinking is that he should have gone. He should have been there, and now it’s too late.

WHIRL

When Whirl is told about your death, there are bots on standby, waiting for the inevitable rampage.

Sure enough, it happens but at first, they leave him to it, seeing as Whirl is only destroying the furniture and given the circumstances, that’s reasonable.

Then, Whirl devolves into a shoot-the-messenger mindset, running at Rodimus with a knife he’d concealed in one of his subspaces.

Rodimus does little to defend himself. Frankly, he’s also in shock by your loss, and losing any crew member, especially one as sweet and kind as you takes a heavy toll on him.

But, that’s what the other crewmembers were for, and even though Rodimus never called for backup, they ran to defend him.

It takes Whirl a very long time to calm down, and he only does so because there’s nothing to destroy in the brig.

Whirl feels like shit. On the last day that he saw you alive, the two of you had been in an argument which he had started.

And even though he had been a complete aft, you still put your arm on his shoulder-plate to try and apologise, even though the argument hadn’t been your fault. Then Whirl shrugged you off and told you to join the slag heap.

He’d felt you sigh at that, but you somehow managed to put up with it. You told him you loved him, and to take care of himself, and- and that you’d be back soon.

Whirl can’t apologise for the things he said. Worse, he hadn’t even meant them.

The only reason he’d picked that stupid fight with you was because he was terrified of losing you.

That morning, you had brought up the subject of performing the Conjunx rites with him, and Whirl had this feeling of dread. Dread that you would be trapped with him, and by extension that he wasn’t good enough for you.

So, Whirl did what he always did. He fucked everything up and tried to push you away, even though he always wanted to be with him.

Then you had gone to work and- ARGH! Whirl didn’t want to think about how you died. You were gone and there was no bringing you back!

Still, that’s all Whirl can think about. He spends the next few cycles alone, stuck replaying the stupid argument in his head and wishing he was dead.

When Ultra Magnus has security cautiously let Whirl out, Whirl doesn’t bother to fight.

There’s no point.

Besides, he won’t do anything to jeopardise attending your funeral. It’s all he can do to make it up to you.

So, when the day of the funeral arrives, Whirl makes a speech, and for once, everybody listens to him. No hatred or derision, only sorrow.

Whirl speaks about your character, strength, and how in a perfect world, this wouldn’t have happened. He lists your greatest medical achievements, brings up your proudest moments, and shares some of his private memories of you.

Ultimately, Whirl gives the perfect eulogy. He had to. He owed you that much. It’s the only way he can think to apologise to you.

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Human, glaring down Whirl: “You’re the most repulsive bot I have ever met!”

Whirl, glaring back at them: “I throw my used energon cubes into the ocean.”

Cut to Human and Whirl completing the Conjunx Ritus and becoming Junxies

Whirl, confused: “Where the frag am I?”

[in1-nutshell]

"Fearless waves back and starts jogging to catch up with Megatron. They don’t see their crush’s image sigh, flicker and disappear."

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Hope you enjoy!

Fearless finds out about their crush...

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted Romance, Angst, Human reader

MTMTE

It had been a couple of days since the ship had left Earth.

A couple of days since Fearless had their ‘date’ (if you want to call it that) with their crush.

Everything was going great.

Well, besides the integration they got about their crush.

There weren’t much the bots could do since it was a human.

Most wished them the best, some offered to hurt the crush if something bad happened (they shut down that idea really quick), others wanted to play wingmech.

And then there was Megatron.

He was a bit awkward about this kind of thing.

This was unknown territory for him.

At Swerve’s… Fearless was typing away on their phone. Whirl drapes half of his frame on the table. Whirl: “Is that you significant annoyance?” Fearless rolls their eyes playfully. Fearless: “No, I’m doing work Whirl.” Whirl huffs. Whirl: “Work? At the bar? Really?” Fearless: “Just some emails I need to send that’s all.” Whirl: “So… what’s going on between you two? You tow gonna be Junxies soon?” Fearless looks at him confused. Several bots around them spat out or coughed at their engex. Fearless: “Junxies? And is everyone okay?” Whirl: “Don’t mind them. When are you going to do the rites? I have a bet going on that it’ll be before Cyclonus and Tailgate do theirs.” Tailgate: “What?” Cyclonus feeling like his frame is on fire: “Ignore them Tailgate.” Fearless: “…Wait are you asking me when I’m going to propose to him?!” More bots spit out their engex. Fearless: “Seriously is there something in the engex again?” Swerve: “You’re gonna propose!?” Fearless with a harsh blush on their cheeks: “NO! No one is proposing or doing the Cybertronian version of it! We aren’t even dating!” Megatron: “What’s dating?” Fearless looks at Whirl, who has a mischievous glint in his optics. Fearless: “Whirl…” Whirl: “Fearless is going to perform the Conjunx Endura rites on that Fleshy we saw on Earth!” Now the remainder of bots spit out their drink. Megatron exe. Has stopped working please try again later.

It took a while to get that rumor under control and a long talk from Megatron about finding the right significant other that made them both feel awkward.

Now Fearless was talking with the Scavenger’s.

Since Fearless had met the rag tag team of Cons they wanted to stay in contact with them as much as possible.

Mainly talking to Krok and any other bot that was around.

Today they were chatting with Krok when they noticed Misfire, Fulcrum and some new bot doing something in the background.

Krok explained he was the newest member of the Scavengers.

His name was Alabaster Lapis.

A bit of a mouthful but it sounded like a nice name.

There was a bit of shouting from the bots.

Something about holoforms.

The new bot happily showed the others the newest additions he was putting on his holoform.

…That looked exactly like Fearless’s crush.

…no… there was no way…

Fearless pulled their phone and dialed their crush.

The new bot answered the call.

It was him.

They quickly put him on mute.

Krok looks at Fearless face of disbelief and seems to connect the dots and optics widened. Krok: “Fearless… I didn’t—” Fearless: “Its fine Krok… I… need a moment to process this. I’m not mad at you or anyone… I… need some time.” Krok nods sympathetically. Krok: “Bye Fearless.” Fearless: “Bye Krok.” The screen turned black. Fearless looked at the ongoing call and unmuted it. Alabaster: “Hey? You still there? I thought I lost you for a second.” Fearless: “…When were you going to tell me you were a bot?” Silence… Alabaster: “A what? Fearless I’m not—” Fearless: "Don’t lie to me! I just saw you pick up the call. You were with Misfire and Fulcrum. I was on a call with Krok when I noticed the holoform… Now, where you going to tell me about this? Or not?” Alabaster: “I… I never meant for this to go so far.” Fearless takes a shaky breath as tears start spilling out. Fearless: “What do you mean by that?” Alabaster: “I… Look, I never thought I’d get entangled like this. I met Thundercracker and he opened my optics to your world. I liked it, a lot really. So, I made a holoform and decided to experiment around on human’s social media.” Fearless gulps as the bot takes a deep intake. Alabaster: “That’s where I met you. And by Primus, I don’t regret meeting you either. If I had the option of doing this all over again I would.” Fearless: “Even the lying?” Alabaster: “I… I thought I would lose you if you found out I was a Cybertronian. Not a lot of humans like us.” Fearless: “I work with Cybertronian’s.” Alabaster: “But it could have been for the pay.” Fearless: “I would not be on a ship with bots I don’t like for some paycheck.” There was silence on both ends. Alabaster: “…What now?” Fearless: “I need some time to process all of… this. I’ll call when I want to talk again.” Alabaster: “I… I understand. Safe travels.” Fearless: “You too.” Call ends.

This was… a lot to process.

There were so many questions and thoughts.

They were angry, sad, frustrated, and hurt.

They go to bed and has a good crying session.

They had a longer than expected session because they completely forgot that they were supposed to meet the group at Swerve’s for Poetry and Trivia night.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Whirl: “Hey Fearless! Get your fleshy behind out here! We’re losing our best shot at free drinks tonight!” Fearless: “Just go Whirl!” Whirl: “Not with the fate of free drink hangs in the –” Fearless: “JUST GO WHIRL!” Fearless breaks into a sob. Fearless: “JUST go…” There is silence… Maybe he left?” SLAM! THUD! Whirl had kicked down the door. Fearless yelped in surprise as the clawed servo picked them up. Whirl was just looking at them. Whirl: “You don’t usually do that. You yell when there’s something crawling around your skin. So, spill it Fearless, what’s wrong?” Fearless couldn’t hold it in anymore and started to sob. Whirl panicked. Whirl: “Scrap! What’s all—” He stopped when he saw Fearless clinging onto his digits like a lifeline. Whirl carefully puts Fearless back on their bed, and he kneels down, never taking his digit from their grasp. Whirl: “I know trivia night gets rough and all but that’s not a reason to get all… like this.” Fearless: “I-it’s not…that.” Whirl’s optic narrowed. Whirl: “Did someone make you like this?” Fearless hesitates but nods. Whirl: “Who’s the sorry son of a glitch I need to pummel? Just give me a name and I’ll do it.” Fearless shakes their head. Fearless: “Just… can you just hold me… please?” Whirl picks Fearless up again and cradles them the best he can while silently thinking of who made them cry like this and how to get away with murder.

Whirl sends a message to Cyclonus that they both were not going to make it to the bar at all.

And to get his swords ready because he was going to use them to cut someone up into little pieces.

Fearless called in sick the next day, raising some alarm with some of the bots they worked with daily.

Whirl looked like he was going to offline the next bot who talked to him and refused to say what happened on Trivia night when he went to go find Fearless.

It was some sort of secret.

But secrets are never kept on the Lost Light…

[toomanybrainrots]

I really liked your fic with Jessica rabbit reader and swerve can you do something like that but with whirl?

I’m glad you like that one! I hope that doing this with Whirl is easier cause he’s equally as goofy and silly but also very unhinged.

Whirl with a Cybertronian S/O with the dynamic of Jessica and Roger Rabbit

Whirl eternally smitten with you

Any chance he gets, he will gush over you and/or praise you, he sometimes does it on purpose to be annoying and fuck with people

Honestly, he’s both in disbelief and pride at how he pulled someone as fucking beautiful and amazing as you as his conjunx but he is not complaining one bit

He is an unhinged bot and he will do anything for a little smooch from you

Sometimes you have to be his self control before he does something too stupid

Whenever he does get a smooch however, he always melts and gets all giddy

He’s so smug about it too

You find it adorable at how terribly he flirts and his terrible pick up lines

“Quick, we have to save my conjunx!” You said. Whirl had gotten kidnapped by some alien race because - primus knows why - he had angered them.

“What do you even see in him?” Rodimus asked, sounding genuinely curious. Whirl was a…unique individual, an individual no one would even imagine getting a conjunx like you.

“He makes me laugh”

Whenever Whirl gets drunk at Swerve’s, he sometimes mistakes you for someone else when you drag him to your shared quarters

You appreciate his loyalty, and love him…even if he doesn’t realize you were his conjunx.

[cyberapid]

Earthspark Bumblebee x Cybertronian Reader

reader isn't gendered, brief description of a Terran bleeding

—•—•—

The yard of the Malto family is quiet, besides the gentle clanking of Bumblebees stray movements as he holds himself upright on one arm and the occasional sounds of the animals that live there.

“I wish to do a full bio-mechanic and diagnostic scan as soon as possible, Conjunx. Your file has shown that its been more than a year since your last, this dissatisfies me,”

His optics squint open just enough to allow you to see shining blue before they close again with a short huff, optical ridges pinching together and dermas shifting into a place to show his annoyance. “It's not that big of a deal. I run like a dream, but if it'll satisfy you– sure.”

A small whirl of excitement leaves you before you can think of suppressing the excitement coursing from your chassis to your vents, a noise that if you were looking at the yellow bot you’d see brought a small smile to his face plate.

You both fall quickly back to a comfortable silence enjoying the ‘weekend’ that the older Maltos children claimed needed to be without lessons where instead you relax or play in the case of the children, just as quick your calmness was suddenly interrupted by the barn door being slammed open by the twins, Hashtag, and Robby all looking panicked and quickly speaking over one another— Their rambling is cut short by Bumblebee slamming to the ground with a thud so loud it has Robby leave the ground for a moment.

“Slow down! Slow down. What happened?” Your Sparkmate’s quick to push himself back to his pedes as the small horde of the Maltos children nearly surround him— he tries desperately to calm their jumbled panic into something understandable for the pair of you as they drag the two of you towards the entrance of the barn.

A quick scan with your optics covers them in a blue hue, that comes up with no external or internal injuries on them. But the heartbeat of the small human holding your servo to drag you towards the barn is both faster and far more erratic than usual, showing his panic, although you can already tell that from his actions alone.

“It's Nightshade! It was an accident, we only wanted them to come play. Honest!” Robby is quick to give in explanation, seeming to be the calmest child in this situation even with his heightened state.

The two of you are rushed into the barn and then under where you're met with Mo and Jawbreaker fretting over Nightshade, who's clutching their lower tibulen in panic. A scan isn't necessary to see the main issue as Nightshades servos are covered in the familiar blue hue of energon leaks down their pede and is covering their servos.

Nevertheless you quickly scan the young bot, where its registered that one of their fuel lines have been sliced, thankfully not deadly and nothing notably serious,

“Would you remove your servos, Nightshade. I will be repositioning you,” the Maltos children move aside, tense, as you raise and place Nightshade with ease onto a tall workstation. Unlike the children who give you space to work— Bumblebee doesn't care much for the personal space of the young Terran or yourself as he leans forward inspecting your quick work to find the fuel line in question with a silent panic. “An easy fix but this will hurt, sparkling. I will be quick,” without much explanation after you begin work with pinching the affected line, which causes a yelp of pain from the young Terran whose servos snap to grab Bumblebees. The procedure is small and finished with a practiced ease and quickness as the afflicted line is wrapped in a sturdy tape– not new but better.

Twitch is the first to react with a strangled yell before wrapping her arms around her sibling, resting their helms against one another's, “I'm so sorry! We’ll never sneak up on you again, promise!” her affection is returned by her much taller sibling whose hug nearly engulfs her.

“You should cleanse your servos before- okay,” your suggestion is heard by none of the Maltos children as their excited chatter fills the once tense air but you're just as quickly distracted as you feel your Conjunx's servos creep around your mid-plating from behind before fully wrapping his arms around, sending your spark into a dizzying flutter, “i also have to cleanse mine– so don't, bumblebee,” blue stained servos are held just out of reach of his own wandering ones as a soft rumble from his vents sends vibrations down your back chest plate.

“I think I'll survive,” being behind you hides the cheeky grin he sports but not the warm air from his vents breathing on the back of your helm. “You did great,”

“It's something I've done countless times. I’d be worried if not- the energon, enough Bumblebee.”

[kuroyinu]

Okay, the fact that Tailgate is trying to push away Cyclonus to protect him is not a very good thing to do —  like, just talk to each other! But…

You know, Tailgate has a point here.

I mean, Cyclonus hasn't even wanted to discuss Getaway — a very traumatic episode for both of them (and Tailgate still thinks that Cyclonus blames him). By the way… What even are they? Roommates? Friends? Lovers? Spouses?

We know that offering your innermost energon to someone is a very important gesture. And Cyclonus even gave Tailgate his innermost energon in a stylish vial (I wonder if the chains were also from him). Cyclonus also did not deny Whirl's comment about conjunx endura, so he knows about Tailgate's feelings for him. (I won't be surprised if Tailgate confessed his love but Cyclonus either said something like “I see” or just stared into the window as an answer. With folded arms of course.)

And he even had the audacity to say “He deserves better”. Honey, I love you with all my heart, but there are some mixed signals here. What was your plan exactly? Just follow Tailgate everywhere like a shadow without even discussing your relationship? No wonder the situation turned out like that.

So yeah — if only they talked, the whole situation could have gotten resolved much faster.

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(143) When there's no massive, romantic gesture readily available, Cyclonus is extremely hard to buy gifts for. Tailgate would know.

But the anniversary of their conjunxing is coming up, and Tailgate is determined to find a really good gift. He's asking for advice from all of Cyclonus's many, many friends.

It's Whirl. He's asking Whirl.

[cozzzynook]

Imagine if Roddy's carrier urges come out around the minibots. They're just so small compared to him, and his processor can't help but bring up sparklings, especially around Tailgate who in some ways is still new to the world. He's trying to ignore these urges, not because he's ashamed but because he doesn't want them to think he's patronizing them.

He still subconsciously acts on them though, like crouching down to their level and listening to them more attentively, lifting them to higher surfaces to be at optic level. He found himself pulling Tailgate on his lap when he was educating him on the war more than once, ended up carrying him because he didn't complain, and even let the urges win to provide comfort by hugging him.

They find out one night at Swerve's when Roddy suddenly to pulls Tailgate onto his lap after a few drinks and laughs when he tries to shimmy away to be near Cyclonus. Rodimus apologizes and says it's carrier urges.

I am in love with this idea

The minicons can see it for what it is. Carrier instincts getting the best of their captain who tries not to coddle and sparkling treat them.

Tailgate gets it most because he’s around Rodimus the most since they hang out with Cyclonus and Whirl as a group. Sure Tailgate is conjunx to Cyclonus and Whirl and a full adult yes, but he enjoys the warmth Roddy gives even if at times he gets embarrassed by enjoying the affection.

Whirl gets punched in the optic when he cracks a joke too far.

Poor Rodimus actually starts producing energon when they get a new minicon aboard that was traumatized and clung to him when Rodimus first saw him.

Its Roddy’s fault of course because he saw the mini looked at him so hurt and full of grief that he bundled the little minicon in his arms against his chassis and started lulling the mini with his engine like a sparkling.

His carrier protocols go into full effect by the time evening comes and the mini is wrapped in his berth in a blanket sleeping on him.

He’s now an official creator even on paper, thank you Magnus.

[ikkosu]

REWIND / CHROMEDOME

(adopting gn!human reader)

a/n : been wanting a cute fluffy request I hope I wrote them uh satisfactorily 😭�� I actually enjoyed writing about baby and cdrw maybe I’ll write more scenarios with this little family ughhh so cute

"Alright folks, we're leaving in thirty minutes!" Rodimus's voice echoed through the speaker.

"It's either you get on or get off the ship forever— Er, ah...oh what's that? We're not allowed to leave when— Damn it. Apologies, there's been a restatement by Ultra Magnus declaring it's illegal, you guessed it, for whatever reasons I'm not bothered enough to care. Blah, blah blah. Oh, shut it drift. Anyways, latecomers are welcomed in the brig. Buckle up in thirty! Rodimus out."

Rewind swivelled his gaze from the rock nestled on the grass, then to the ship, hovering not too far from where he's crouching. "Huh, guess I'm taking a detour." Then, his camera skims over the verdant fields of rolling hills. Red lights, blinking. "Won't hurt, would it?"

The LL had a short break stopping on Earth, mostly for refuelling, fresh air, stretching limbs,,,totally not because Brainstorm blew up the left wing again and The Science Team had to patch things up discreetly

Seriously, where is HR when you need it?

And, obviously, the Archivist is not missing the opportunity to explore, of course. It's earth! Home to,,,well,,,,the most complex (derogatory) kinds in the cosmos. And, this rock he's been examining? It's an extraterrestrial mineral. Figments of rocks from asteroids, comets, and the like originating outside of the Earth. Crazy, huh.

Better keep that for safekeeping.

Aside from, ah, well wandering where he's able to film stuff, occasionally animals and cows of the like, it's more like a need, at the moment, for a bit of (lets put this gently) space away from his conjunx — since, he's been acting like an ass of late.

Ahem, going behind his, ahem back to doing ahem Mnemosurgery....again.

It's not even an 'again' anymore, it's just borderline often

Why does he even bother to listen? You can't break old habits, as Ratchet would say. They'd break themselves before they could ever stop.

"So that's it? You're just going to ignore me like that?" Footsteps pattered behind him

Rewind huffs, walking faster. "Took you long enough to figure it out, genius."

He groans. "Oh for— Primus sake, Rewind, come on. Don't do this. We can talk."

"Oh sure, sure! Talk." He threw his hands up, whirling around to face his conjux. "That's what you always say, promising me like you're going to get your eyes gorged out if you didn't. What else, tell Red Alert to stop being paranoid and Whirl, a psychopathic ass?"

Chromedome palms his face. Primus, this apology isn't going well as he expected it to. "Look, I messed up. I breached a trust you had in me. I shouldn't have done it. That was very... inconsiderate....of me..."

"What is this, eight grade? Spelling bee on who's responsible?"

"That's not the point! You can't just—"

And, so it begins. The bickering. The blaming. Hand pointing. Arguments ablaze, never listening. Voice raising — just the tip of the iceberg, not even close to it's full potential.

"I bet my words doesn't mean anything to you now, does it?"

"It's does, Rewind. It does!"

"Hey! Stay there! Don't even come any closer or I swear to Primus I'll—"

A cry gurgled out amidst the bushes.

The Mnemosurgeon stiffens. He looking around for the source of the cry when he notices conjux was staring at him. "What?"

"Wow. Wow. Low blow, Chrome dome." Rewind puffs and presses his fists on his hips. " Low blow. I didn't think you'd do this. You're gonna resort to mocking me, now?"

He sputters. " You think that was me?"

"Yeah, blame it on the cows. Blame it on 'em like you do when avoid all responsibility."

"What's even a cow? Oh, for—" Then suddenly he lets out a surprised sound, dropping to crouch next to a bush. Rewind doesn't bother to look. Why would he? He's busy sulking and he wants that Mnemo-no-to-the-o to see it. Though, his audials tuned into a rustle of leaves when—

"There! Primus, Rewind look at this."

Said Archivist was still sulking, arms crossed, looking away. "Nuh, uh."

"Don't you nuh uh me." CD chuffs and figured actions were bigger than words so he scooped up the bundle of blankets and shoved it up his face. "Well? Still got film for this?"

Rewind takes a moment to register the visage.It was, if he knew his terms correctly, a human child. No, wait. A baby. It's the size of a sparkling but....smaller. And, significantly softer.

Most of all, it's crying. Coolant— er, tears streaming down the side of it's cheek. Gently, his servos curled around the scoop, nestling it softly against his chassis. He felt a kind of pull in is spark. Something fond pulsing. Chromedome loosened, looking away. What's the point? The mask already hid his smile.

"Seems pretty far from it's residential zone." Chromedome peers across the horizon searching for even the most recognizable specks of rooftops.

Nope, nothing.

Just rolls and rolls of green foliage.

"Hey there little fella." The Archivist coos, digit caressing the cheek to soothe it. The baby sniffled then blink, lifting up it's tiny fingers to bap his index. "What's a baby doing here of all places?Aren't human, uh, carrier, sires are very protective of their offsprings?"

Chromedome doesn't know what to say, he's not Ratchet or Percy, but he's sure as hell relieved their argument took a turn into park. "Misplacement, maybe."

"...How do you misplace a baby in a bush?"

"Things like that can happen, you know."

"If anything, it seemed like it's deliberately thrown in there. Look! It's even wrapped in a blanket."

He held it up for the Mnemosurgeon to see who, in turn, simply shrugged.

"Yeah. To keep it warm."

"Until someone finds them."

Chromedome narrows his optics. He's got a bad feeling about this. "Rewind. What are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is that this child is deliberately left here to be found. We can't just leave it out here—"

"Are you saying we should steal it?''

"I'm not saying we should- ugh yes! I'm saying we should steal it—"

"You're kidnapping children now?"

Ratchet cuts through both of their comms, immediately barraging them, "Are you two idiots done squabbling with whatever stupid problem you have or are we gonna have to wait another fraggin' hour until you both make up and kiss?"

They had to take the baby, much to CD's dismay.

Ultra Magnus was losing his mind. What do you mean you found a baby in a ditch, in a bush, in a field of all places?! Even worse, literally miles and miles away from the nearest habitual region!

Purely, coincidental. He'll have to look in his files for crimes like this lest another is let loose for havoc. The young are the future for society! Something Cybertron is severely lacking in

Unacceptable. Simply unacceptable. Oh, and by the way, you're both going in the brig. You're late.

"Chromedome stalled me."

"Here, we go again."

Everyone is busy cooing and taking turns prodding the bab, and can someone please keep whirl away from the child he's armed, (with the exception of Megatron, the medics and UM) who didn't, mostly for the fear of passing diseases to it, mostly stood far with unimpressed looks on their faces.

First Aid, though, eventually took matters into his own hand,,, by taking it into his own hands and putting it in a glass box (shut up Brainstorm we're not using your stupid Polyhex Quadrilateral Box or whatever) to scan it's vitals and conditions

Everyone was outside, peering through the glass, prodding, helms jut at odd angles to see through the crowd — while the medics delicately assessed its condition.

Ratchet had to explain poor Rewind that not everyone wants children and not every parents are deserving of it so. He's seen this a lot in human culture.

"So they abandon babies just for the fun of it?!"

Well, he's got a point. Most of it at least. "Rewind.... no."

When they were done ensuring the baby is in optimal condition, Ratchet comes up to the, er couple, if he had to put it that way and crossed his arms, a brow raised.

"Do you trust yourselves enough to look after the child?"

"Might as well." CD sighs. ".... I've got enough responsibility on my plate, already."

"Nobody forced you to go back and take it." Rewind mutters.

Ratchet held up a servo to cut off another argument brewing. " I'm going to put this out clear."

A digit points to them. Ratchet grits his dentas and every word that spooled out of his vocalizer, more intense.

"You both are going to have to put your differences aside. You're going to resolve that problem of yours, and resolve it clean — not in front of the child, but behind. Go hide in a broom closet for all i care. Mutilate or incapacitate each other's limbs, if it helps. Fight all you want, kill each other if you have to. But this baby? This baby? You're going to give this child the most loving, caring family it can have. You hear?"

Shenanigans ensue.

Obviously, given they're Cybertronians, human anatomy isnt a topic they're very well versed with. Rewind does know a thing or two. But consulting videos are not really the best way to go when neither of them have the tools to feed the baby

Percy and Nautica (because he doesnt trust brainstorm) are tasked with concocting the milk formula. They're seen tinkering away in the lab, barring the other scientist against a let-me-in charade. Lab doors are locked and padlocked with a specific colde — suck it BS.

All elements, minerals and resources as such are to be provided Rodimus (begrudingly), then fact-checked by the medics, very, very carefully.

They're like guts deep in space and very far from earth. A quantum jump to said planet, in case of an emergency, can affect the only organic living onboard.

Moreover, Ratchet doesn't trust CDRW to learn the stuff themselves, so he holds five hour long sessions daily on how to provide sufficient needs for the baby. You know, handling them, playing with them, learning their gestures, mannerisms,,,etc

CD loves holding baby by the armpit, and especially loves it when he does that, baby tries to bap his face, squealing and babbling, trying to reach him— he finds that his chassis always melts a little.

Rewind, on the other hands, adores cradling baby in a blanket. He likes how warm and soft it is against his arms. And how easily it his to nestle baby under his chin as he walks.

He is the most affectionate from the two. And definitely records everything. Soccer mom-esque, cheering loud whenever baby does something' monumental, for instance, blabbering dada coherently. But also the most rigid. Like, lattice structured rigid.

''Rewind you watch snuff films you hypocrite, a Sunday cartoon getting a liiiiittle violent is nothing compared to the archives you go through." Rodimus wags the CD in front of the Archivist, an upturned pleading pout, pulling his features. He looked comical hunching to regard the smaller Archivist with baby nestled under his chin.

It was an obvious ploy to fiddle with the baby. Everyone's trying to get a nab of their little squeals, these days. Why wouldn't they?

Those adorable fats for cheeks, soft and cuddly, crawling around the habsuite like a cretin, gumming on everything they could find.

Skids managed dodging through the vents after a successful glimpse of peek-a-boo (Rewind forbids physical touch. He's not risking any disease that can be transferred.)

He slinked down and baby immediately latched onto his pedes, babbling for an upsie. It took him a while, and much restraint, not to take it through the vents

Swerve almost poisoned baby with the engex again because, in his own words, what's a little harm in trying new things?

He's now locked up in the brig, banned from touching baby ever .

This entire crew is a hazard and Rewind wasn't having it.

"Is this the same captain known for illegal conduct of meteor surfing?"

"....Oh, shut it."

Chromedome's not very affectionate but is less-rigid when it comes to baby. He's the type to cave in when they want something. Sweets? Oh, you want sweets? He doesn't care if the Lost Light is miles away from the nearest planet. He's going there and he's going now.

Stop him and he'll plunge those long, needle-like nails into mecha's skull, their ancestors could see Primus's aft whole again.

Hoards like,,,,around fifty satchels of sweets. It was only until Ambulon had a private chat with the Mnemosurgeon, that, yes, the baby is going to die eating that much.

So, he offered safer alternatives if baby wanted something sweet. Boiled potatoes, ripe avocados and fruits could help. (They'll have to frequent the nearest planets)

CD is like the most cynical ass ever to exist so Rewind find himself with an existential crises, staring off into a wall, when baby would scrunch up their face, the way CD does when he's displeased.

"That mask stays on."

"But I didn't even—"

"It stays on."

But he also finds, a little begrudingly, that CD is a lot more understandable these days. Mostly always cradling baby and humoring the little cretin . Arguments are close to nill. He barely has to raise his voice

Cybertronians naturally have harsh edges, given they're metal (duh), so their rooms would be congruent in terms of features as well. Not exactly a pleasant thought when an organic is dawdling about.

So to be safe, in their habsuite, Chromedome installed padded cushions everywhere. Even the ceiling is padded, mecha's kibbles are also padded (much to Rodimus's chagrin)

And, every inch and crevice of that room is filled with scribbles. (Scribbles only Swerve can decipher, but he's busy lounging in the brig so there's that.)

Red Alert, during a habsuite check, once blacked out inside the room because he didn't recognize the new change. It was so pastel-ish, bright and soft, he justs goes away

Chromedome finds the poor mech on the ground, baby on top with their crayons, assaulting said mecha's face while squealing at the teal green against stark red paint

"A new paint job, huh."

"Chromedome, get the poor guy up for Primus's sake!"

Baby is limited to the Library and Med-bay (as per Rewind's request). Library because Megatron is there and they know for a fact he's more trustworthy with the baby than anyone. And, Med-bay because, well, medics

But obviously, baby is like, a little cretin who thinks rules are a no-go and said social construct a danger to society. And, by who's declaration? Rodimus. It's Rodimus.

Rewind is going to murder that speedster of a captain

So , it's a given mech's will see CD scampering across the halls upon spotting baby dangling off a goddamn beam. Or, hanging off someone's shoulder, (said bot doesn't know, because baby is so small, the sensors didn't pick up), then sees the mnemosurgeon slumping onto the ground in relief, passed out for a minute

What's baby doing there?!

Rip CD's spark rate.

And, since they've got to play the part of a happy family, Rewind has to sleep in the same berth as his conjux. Not that they didn't ever

After the reveal (CD going behind his back doing unethical things w/ his fingers) Rewind was obviously displeased so they sported separate berths. Now? They'll manage squeezing in the same bed.

Rewind tried to act all huffy about it, glancing to one side, as though he doesn't want to be there. He does. He's just sulking.

Chromedome silently stares at the ceiling. Baby is between them, chewing on a miniature Rung figure (that Rung gave because, somehow, it calms the little thing)

Baby notices the silence and wants attention, so they bap their hands on the surface when both mechs weren't listening. And does it again for the fifth time. CD sighs and decides to humor baby, a little.

"It's past bed-time." He says quietly, patting their head

With a squeal, baby plays with CD's servo and curls it over their head. He scoops the little bundle up into his arms and loosened up a little.

Rewind swivels to find baby nuzzling his conjux, both deeply asleep. Something soft thrums in his spark, and while he’d rather bash his conjux’s a skull with a hammer, he can’t deny the lovely visage of him cuddling their child. So, he scoots over a little, resting his helm on CD's shoulder. He doesn't flinch when a servo lands on his shoulder plate, pulling him close.

Maybe, it wasn’t so bad.

[devilart2199-aibi]

IDW collection reading update! :^) 📖

Just finished Phase 2 volume 3! This volume included: The MTMTE 2012 Annual + issues 9-13, The RID 2012 Annual + issues 10-11, Signal to Noise and Spotlights: Thundercracker, Bumblebee and Megatron!

My thoughts will be below! ⤵️

MTMTE 2012 Annual:

Started off super wacky with Magnus 😂 Then got really interesting with Crystal City disappearing, The Metrotitan being underneath and the Galactic Council making their appearance! I liked how they tried to recruit Magnus and he said nah and smiled :)

RID 2012 Annual:

Absolutely LOVED the vintage/retro comic pages they did for the story/flashbacks of Nova's group!! Why so evil, but so cool looking?? I'm curious to see what all that with the Metrotitan and Starscream meant! 🤔

MTMTE 9-11:

Absolute banger. Probably one of my favorite stories so far!! I'm sorry but a murder mystery?? on Cybertron? in the past?? with stellar art!?! Sign me up any day.

Also it was great to finally learn more about Senator Shockwave and the rest of the Characters! Like Drift, Chromedome and Whirly! The back and forth with all the banter and the layers of fronts and corruption ahhh *chefs kisses*

Also I thought this ⬆️ was so cute bc it's a fact right out of Prowls characters bio/info sheet/page.

MTMTE 12:

This is the Surprise! Give you a mini heart attack issue lol Bc of my own silliness I was stressed the whole time reading it 😂 but it was really good!! We got to learn a bunch about Rewind. And that him and Chromedome are Conjunx' !! 🥺💞

MTMTE 13:

This was a super fun issue! I'm absolutely loving all this Magnus character time!!

The Holomatter Avatars were pretty funny 😂 Whirl was too adorable and I thought it was really sweet that Magnus chose to look like Verity 🥺 Uncle Magnus misses his kid.

I felt bad for Swerve ;_; also I'm excited to see more from Cyclonus and Tailgate!! This ship is full of liars lol 😂

RID 10-11:

10 was an issue where Orion (previously Optimus) is currently hunting down Jihaxus to get answers for stuff and things. There is quite a bit of time jumping back and forth which always gets me confused 😂 it was interesting tho!

Issues 11 Starscream takes action against his Deceptibros (Just Shockwave, Soundwave and their posse really) and I really look forward to his team up with Prowl, if it goes anywhere from here! Also Arcee killing more people rip Ravage, Frenzy and those other guys 🫡 and a wild Megatron makes a reappearance?!?!

Signal to Noise:

It was a little Lost Light interlude! It was from Rung's perspective. I feel like I haven't seen much from him specifically so it was pretty cool and interesting :> Like everything, I'm curious to see where it goes!

Spotlights:

Thundercrackers was enjoyable! It just reinforced that he was good leaning, or at least not one for senseless violence. I really like him and hope he makes a reappearance! I'm curious what he's up to on earth

Bumblebee's was fine. Him struggling to be the leader and feeling like he has to prove himself, but getting the job done!

Megatron's was a banger. I absolutely love his monologs. What he thinks of his Decepticons and the 'Pep talk' he gave Starscream to get him back to his usual self.

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Final random thoughts:

Of all the storylines, MTMTE is still my favorite to read rn. I must admit, Rodimus tho is stressing me out as the leader 😂 I was gonna say my fav characters rn but, there are just too many haha

I've already hopped into volume 4 so I'll be seeing you soon with more ramblings! 👋

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Shockwave x OC

Word count: 4k

Warnings: hinted Smut, Angst

Guess who fucking sped ran editing this fic. WOOOOOO. sorry to those who were excited for merformers but I wanted to post this.

Request are open please check pinned post for rules.

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Tiny stands there in front of Shockwave in a beautiful gown of white, pale green with crystal decorations, his face is decorated with make-up and shimmer almost mimicking Shockwave's helm. The mech was almost stunned with how breathtaking his beautiful human is. He takes a step forward,"Tiny," Shockwave begins, his voice sounding breathless as he admires. "You look... exquisite. The colours and decorations suit you well."

A rare smile tugs at the corners of Shockwave's lips, as he kneels down to his lover's height,reaching out a servo towards Tiny, cupping his face as he traces his digits across the young man's lips. Tiny leans up and kisses Shockwave servo as a smile graces his lips. "You clean up nicely yourself" he giggled while running his hands over the pristine plating. 

The open chest window of the gown is what catches Shockwave's attention the most. It's a soft see through fabric decorated with hanging gems. It was nothing like the clothing or fabric he had ever seen before and in truth he would do anything just to document this to his processor.  "You just going to ogle me Shockwave?" The young man teased

Shockwave's internal systems momentarily recalibrate, A faint hum of approval escapes Shockwave as Tiny's playful teasing draws his attention "I must admit, your choice of gown is beautiful, but i feel that something is missing" he responds, his voice carrying a note of admiration "The elegance and craftsmanship of the gown is something i've never seen before, forgive me i can't find the right words"

As Tiny's hands glide over his plating, Shockwave finds himself responding to the touch with a subtle tilt of his helm as they cup to rest on the side of his face, a silent invitation for more. A deep rumble vibrates from his chassis, the slow whirl and pulse of his spark makes static dance across his plating. 

Shockwave's optics flickers with  amusement, as he chuckles at the comment. "Ogling would imply a lack of focus, which is not the case," Shockwave retorts, his tone tinged with affection. "I simply find myself… speechless."

Tiny lets out a beautiful laugh as Shockwave picks him up. Spinning him around. His lips are on Shockwave's, eagerly kissing the cybertronian. The two continue to admire each other with light brushes against each other's frames. 

 " You'll have to walk me through the steps of a Conjunx Endura ceremony" Tiny whispers against Shockwave's lips. “I can do that” he hums in delight. Slowly letting Tiny back down onto his feet. Shockwave gazes down at Tiny for a moment before he slowly  presses his helm to the human man's forehead. 

"For the Conjunx Ritus, there are four rites to the ceremony," Shockwave begins, his voice steady and measured. As he speaks, Shockwave's servo gently traces down Tiny's chest. “The Act of Intimacy, Disclosure, Profference, Devotion," Shockwave explains, his words carrying a sense of reverence for the significance of the ceremony. 

With a gentle touch, Shockwave brushes a servo against Tiny's cheek, his optic softening. “ The Act of Intimacy ranges, it can be something as simple as a Helmhold or even Spark bonding, it depends on what said Ritus partners prefer, The Act of Disclosure is opening up about something private about oneself, it can be something you have never told anyone before or it could be the deepest darkest secret, a confession in a sense. The Act of Profference is the giving of a heartfelt gift, something that holds meaning to you, some bonded share their inner-energon, others craft gifts for their partner. The Act of Devotion is an act of selflessness for the individual doing something you believe is special for your partner.” 

Tiny listens, never for a moment looking away from Shockwave, his investment in the mechs words aren't lost. “So we have already completed the first one” Tiny hums with a chuckle as he brings Shockwave back down for another kiss before leaning back in to make sure his head is pressed to Shockwave's helm. 

Shockwave's own chuckle follows. “I believe your correct sweetspark” Shockwave takes a moment before he continues. “What is your biggest regret?” He asked Tiny his voice is soft, nearly a whisper when he asked the question. Tiny goes quiet for a moment. “I think it is the fact I never got to say goodbye to my loved ones, never got to tell my brother and sister how proud of them I am” Tiny states. “They were my whole world, but I hope they have been able to move on without me” the pain in Tiny's makes Shockwave's spark ache. He had never known about Tiny's past, he didn't talk about it much, and would get a sad smile when Shockwave asked about his past. 

Tiny gives him a sad smile as he finally asks his question. “You are aware that your time together is going to be fleeting in comparison to your life span, you're over a million years old, I'm lucky to reach seventy at best, are you sure you want this?” Shockwave slowly lifts Tiny up, holding him against his chassis. “And I want to treasure every klik I can with you. I'm aware we have limited time but you are who I want to spend the rest of that time with” 

Tiny wraps his arms around Shockwave's shoulder plating resting his head against him. “I also have a present for you,” Shockwave chimed as he carried Tiny to one of the desks. “Close your eyes” he sang to his little lover. Tiny shakes his head in amusement but does as instructed. The young man can feel something slowly being attached to his gown And placed around his neck and arms. “Open have a look” Shockwave beamed while holding a mirror for Tiny. 

The human man's jaw nearly drops when he sees the shimmering colours curl around in square shaped patterns. It was Bismuth, a stunning shimmering blue and green collection of Jewellery that seemed to almost complement his gown. Shockwave knew him too well. “Shockwave Where did you get this?” he stammered, This felt too much. Shockwave chuckled. “I take it you like them?” His optics shimmer with a knowing smirk. “They are beautiful,” Tiny whispered while admiring his reflection. 

“I made them for you” He hums in delight while running his servo back over his human lover's hip, lightly tracing the bismuth belt piece. “I know I'm not able to gift you inner-Energon as one would normally give a lover due to the toxicity of it. I wanted something personal for you, I grew the Bismuth in my lab using my EM field to shape it. It may not be My inner energon but it is a piece of my spark” 

“Shockwave… I, Gods..” Words seem to fail him. “Fuck now I feel like I should have done something better” He states shyly which makes Shockwave chuckle. “It's not a competition beloved, I wanted you to have a piece of me with you” Tiny slowly pulls out a small Box. “I remembered you talking about the Inner-energon thing ages back and wanted to try and do my twist on it” He pulls out a pendant that fits in his Palm, it's a crimson Red colour and as Shockwave analysis it his optics flickering as he slowly takes the small pendant holding it as if its a very delicate item. The pendant was made of Tiny's blood and resin. “You have know idea how much this means to me” Shockwave stutters holding the small pendant. 

“When I Can I'm going to have it fitted to my helm” he rumbled while pressing a kiss to Tiny's lips, so much emotion Is put into the kiss as the two lovers hold each other despite how their frames differ. As Tiny pulls away from Shockwave he runs his hand down his chassis. “I'd like you to open this for me.” The request is so gentle that it makes Shockwave's vents hitch, thinking for a moment he had misheard Tiny. But when he looks down into those sweet green eyes he does as requested slowly letting it open and show off his spark chamber. 

Tiny's hand slowly moves up towards the beautiful dancing electricity, it makes Shockwave shutter as his servos move to slowly grip Tiny's hands. “Tiny you don't have to do this” he whispers. “I want to Shockwave, I know I don't have a spark but I want to feel your spark” He admits while moving closer. “I know I can't open my chest, but it's the reason I tailored the gown this way, so that your spark could be as close to my heart as possible” those words nearly make Shockwave melt as he whispers something in Cybertronian. 

“We take this Slow, I don't want to overwhelm you” he rumbled while slowly lifting Tiny towards the beautiful swelling collection of light. The moment their chest and spark touch its like pure tranquillity and ecstasy washes over them. To Tiny it felt like the energy of a Tesla coil, static of an electrical storm, but also felt like home and warmth” 

The two bask in each other's fields holding onto each other until they both finally pull away. “Woah, I can see why body's enjoy spark bonding, I think I could get drunk off the feeling” Tiny chimes with A gentle breath. Neither of them know how they got to Shockwave's berth but that's where Tiny laid, sprawled out on soft fabric as his gown fans out making him look almost divine like. 

"I'm yours," Tiny declares. He moves slightly with a sly smile as he bites his lip, shuttering as he feels Shockwave's servo trace down his side, a small moan leaves him as Shockwave traces his chest through the sheer fabric. Shockwave's internal systems hum with a mixture of surprise and arousal as Tiny guides him 

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Traxies is curled up on his berth but the human Ambassador sits with him. His helm is rested on their lap as they gently polish his crest and final. "Somethings eating at you Traxies, Talk to me sweetheart, what's got you so sad" they state softly. Traxiesshuddered softly as gentle fingers stroked his chevron. 

"I'm...afraid," he whispered, voice rough with static. "When I jumped, I saw Cybertron before the war. It was so beautiful, so peaceful. But then I came back, and it's all gone again. I keep thinking maybe if I go back, I could stop it. Save everyone. and it's killing me inside."  Burrowing closer, he took shuddering vent after vent. "I just want it to stop hurting," Traxiesconfessed in a small voice.

"Oh honey" they whisper, wrapping their arms around his helm while resting their head against him. "I wish I could take it away, we can't change the past sweet boy, all we can do is learn from it" they hum. "Do you want to go back home?, i'm sure we can call Optimus and take a trip back" They inquire, giving the young mech options. "Home..." he murmured, nuzzling into their hold as comfort soaked through struts. "I...do not know. Part of me longs for Iacon's spires, but another part of me wants to be back on earth." 

They chuckle softly. " missing Earth?, I know it must have been hard having to leave cybertron so young, getting used to Earth, going back to new Cybertron And now your on a ship out in the middle of space" they are rather sweet with him, it almost makes him wonder why it seemed to stir his processor with foggy images. 

Traixes' voice softened as more memories rose, bittersweet. "In many ways, it came to feel more home than Cybertron ever had." he can feel the soft inhale and exhale of their smaller body and a small memory flashes through his processor. It's blurry but it's a human holding him cooing and cradling him with a bright smile on their lips. 'Yes Daddy's busy bubba' the young man's voice hums. 

"Traxies honey, I think you should talk with Optimus, Tell him about what's happening. I know you don't like comming him but I think you need to, I don't like seeing you this upset sweet boy, Ratchet's worried about you, so am I,"

"I...think you may be right," he sighed, pulling back just enough, Steeling himself, he sat up and opened a comm. The line rang endlessly, and for an aching moment Traxiesfeared his Sire would not answer. Then, a familiar voice, strong and sure

-:Optimus Prime speaking.:-

Traxies laughed softly, suddenly feeling very young indeed. But he had to try.

 -: Optimus. It's me, Traixes. do you have a moment? There is something… something Wrong:-

 He leaned into the ambassador's embrace once more, The Ambassador stayed sitting there with Traxies, running their hands over his helm as if to soothe him. Traxies doesn't know where to start or what to ask his Sire. "Hello Optimus, Traxies has been having such issues, his Outlier ability has been flaring up" the Ambassador calls out. Traxies cycled a hesitant vent as the ambassador spoke for him, grateful yet anxious. Through the comm, Optimus' deep tone rumbled with concern. 

“Traxies, what seems to be the trouble?.” He calls out over the comm. Traxies found words at last. "When last it flared...I jumped. Into the past, Cybertron, before the war...” He shuddered, burying his faceplates in the ambassador’s embrace as comforting servos stroked his helm reassuringly. A heavy silence followed, then Optimus spoke again, gentle but certain.

“ its alright Traxies your abilities will settle eventually, I know  your afraid.” it didn't really reassure him but it makes him take a moment before bring up the weird memories he was having “Sire I've also been having flashes, seeing a human's face, he's talking to me” he mumbles. 

Optimus’ intake hitches the moment those words leave the young mech. Traxies sensed the shift in Optimus’ demeanour and paused. “I'm sorry I shouldn't have mentioned it” he mumbles quickly. A long silence followed before Optimus spoke again, words heavy with an emotion.

“Traxies, there is something I have kept from you for long vorns, hoping to spare you further pain.” Optimus admitted softly over the comm. It makes Traxies wonder, ‘just who was this blurry human?’ His spark fluttered wildly. “The...human. Did you know him?”

“ His name was...Tiny. He was your carrier, when still I was but a lowly data clerk named Orion Pax. You were his world, before the war, Primus You were still so small when Tiny brought you to me.” Optimus shuttered remembering that cycle as if it was yesterday. 

Traxies reeled. His carrier—a fleshling? And another Mech, his true sire? “How...why was I given to you?” he bluntly asked, sitting up quickly, gasping in the air as if his spark would extinguish.   

“The wars stole them both, as it has so many. But they loved you dearly, and their last wish was for you to be protected, no matter the cost. So I swore to guard your life with my own, and give you a home. It's the reason I raised you with Bumblebee and the Twins. Tiny feared what would happen if anyone was to discover who your Sire was” 

“Who was my Sire!” He nearly shouts, so many emotions run through him, his EM field a mess of static.  

Optimus took a deep vent before answering.  “Shockwave” 

It makes Traxies want to sob, to ask why he had never been told, memories flash of the only time he had ever seen the cyclops like mech, Ratchet had grabbed him before and of the Decepticon could see the young 3rd plated bitlet. There were so many emotions in him. But before Optimus can say anything nor the Ambassador Traxies was out the door of his Hab, transforming and taking off down the hall's comm call ending abruptly.

Traxies Raced through the halls like one possessed, EM field a swirling maelstrom of grief and shock. To have his past, his very identity stolen from him for so long the betrayal cut deeper than any blade. 

Why had Optimus kept this from him? Questions tumbled through Traxies' troubled mind, each bringing fresh waves of hurt. His true sire, Shockwave . How had he come to be the spawn of such a mech?

Lost in a turmoil of emotions, Traxies fell into a reckless dive through the barren fields of Thora 4. All he had known was a lie, leaving only pain in its wake. Was this the fate of all outliers - to live a lie. Exhausted and desperate, Traxies finally pulled from his dive, transforming and hovering amid the rocky giants as stellar winds buffeted his plating. A single, static-laced plea escaped into the void. "Why have you forsaken me...?” he curls in on himself before he begins to violently sob. 

He doesn't realise he's not on the ship anymore, nor that he's no longer sat on Thora 4, when he finally looks up from sobbing he's sat in a field of flowers, lush green grass which is a stark contrast from the asteroid field of Thora 4. Traxies' vents heaved when he finally raised his helm, intending to behold the cold emptiness. 

Earth's familiar aromas and atmosphere soothed frazzled sensors for a brief moment. 

How? He had not intended to jump, lost as he was in anguish's grip. Yet here, halfway across the cosmos, Earth's verdant grace had caught him. 

he collapsed into the soft grasses with a sob, overwrought by this bittersweet haven found by accident. Fingers curled into the petals as coolant poured freely, mingling with dew and pollen. Traxies at last released the tides of sorrow swelling his spark. He wept for the life denied him - for creators taken, for truths left unsaid. 

He doesn't know how long he lays in that grassy field. But he's broken out of his thoughts by the sound of a loud engine and the sound of a transformation Cog followed by the scrapping and clings of metal. His optics meet a much larger shutter mech who eyes him curiously. "Aya hurt Speedsta?" The unknown Mech calls out, 

Traxies jolted back online slowly, senses sluggish from emotional flux. Lifting tear-streaked optics, he beheld the hulking form looming overhead - a mech unlike any he'd seen, bold and unaligned. Fear and confusion pulsed in his field. "Hurt...no, I'm not hurt," Traxies said his vocalizer sounded rough after sobbing. 

 "I...who are you? Where did you come from?" No response came but a metallic scraping, as though the large mech struggled to communicate.

The Shuttler Laughs a hearty laugh. "Ay ya look rather Slagged, names Rattler. Pits Kid you look like you've been through it" he rumbled holding his servos up as he made himself less threatening as he moved closer to the young speedster.

Traxies tensed, but did not retreat as Rattler approached, this strange mech stunned the speedster with his unique design - an Earth mech indeed, yet like none he'd known before.

"Yea.. Found some things out about my past I wasn't ready for - that my whole life's been a lie. Intakes hitched on a fractured sob. "Don't...even know who or what I am anymore. Just had to get away, and somehow ended up here instead." His field flickered with confusion and anguish as dim optics met Rattler's once more. 

"Eh Everyone's runnin from something kid, not often ya see neutral mechs here, best keep yaself hidden if your gonna roam round, got mixed bots planet size ere, doubt ya wanna get dragged into that, Primus ya look like ya fresh in you plating, where's ya guardian?" Rattler asked, quite worried over the young mech on earth by himself.

Traxies field roiling with raw hurt. "No guardian. I...found out my whole life was one big lie. The mech who raised me - he wasn't truly my creator. Hid my true origins, my real sire, from me this whole time." A harsh laugh escaped him. "Turns out, my carrier wasn't even a Cybertronian. Can you believe it?" Chokes out with a fake laugh, pale pink coolant well up in his optics. 

"I had to get away when I learned the truth. Didn't know where to go, so I guess my outlier ability took over. Now I'm stuck here, with no idea who or what I am." His frame shuddered, barely holding back another wave of grief. Traxies looked to the Shuttle mech sitting beside him. 

"Needa plate ta cry on?" The older mech asked while moving closer to the young speedster. Traxies bit back a sob at the offer. Cycling a shuddering vent, he nodded once, blinking away fresh coolant running down his faceplate. 

"Yes, please." His voice emerged ragged, drained bare by the maelstrom within. Traxies did not resist as the massive arm slid beneath his back, nor as the shuttler lifted him tenderly against his plating with surprising care. Exhausted in spirited and frame, Traxies curled weakly into the solid warmth, gouging servos clenching against plating as fresh waves of grief took him. Muffled static-sobs emerged, echoing all the pain of revelations too cruelly borne. 

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Tiny stood by Shockwave's side as the Mech finished his last analysis over equipment. In truth they weren't taking much with them, Shockwave wasn't going to risk getting tracked by the DJD from Delphi. "Where are we heading?" Tiny asked, he was clothed in a rather dark hooded coat. Cybernetic leg on display but the rest of his body was covered. 

"To Cybertron," Shockwave replied succinctly, his optic focused on the task at hand. The decision to return to their home world held a sense of purpose and determination, 

Tiny's eye and optic flick to Shockwave as the Decepticon leans down to pick him up. "Why are we going back to cybertron? I thought you said the planet was destroyed in the war." So many questions float around in Tiny's thoughts. 

"Indeed, Cybertron did endure significant devastation during the war, but it has since undergone a process of reconstruction and revitalization," Shockwave began, his tone measured and informative as he addressed Tiny's inquiries. "Returning to Cybertron presents an opportunity to find new information."

As Shockwave lifted Tiny,the cyborg's gaze met the Decepticon's, " we may uncover new insights and discoveries that could shed light on the whereabouts of Optimus Prime and your search for Traxies," Shockwave continued, his words tinged with a hint of anticipation. 

Tiny's eye and optic light up when he hears those words. "Your... you're, but you said they.." His words are a jumbled mix trying to register everything. Shockwave had never looked for Traxies as he was unaware that he was placed in Orion's care. He had believed the senate had offlined their sparkling.

Shockwave observed the flicker of realisation on Tiny's face, the mix of confusion and surprise evident in his reactions. "I... I was not aware of Traxies being placed under Orion's care," Shockwave admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. The realisation that he had been operating under a misconception for so long, that his knowledge had been incomplete, stirred a mix of guilt and regret within the scientist. For all Shockwave knew he could have been responsible for offlining his sparkling unknowingly. 

Tiny moves before he thinks wrapping his arms around Shockwave's helm, hugging him closely, he didn't want to cry, it hurt his optic when he did. "Thank you, thank you" falls from his lips.

Shockwave's systems freeze up at the unexpected physical contact from Tiny, the embrace around his helm stirring a mix of emotions within the scientist. The warmth of the gesture, the gratitude and vulnerability in Tiny's words, touched a chord within Shockwave, prompting a rare flicker of emotion within his logical mind. "You are... welcome, Tiny," Shockwave responded, his voice soft yet resolute. The weight of Tiny's gratitude, the sincerity in his words, reverberated through the space between them, forging a bond of companionship and understanding that defied the confines of logic and reason.

In that moment Shockwave sees glimpses of his conjunx from before the war, Tiny from before the fall of everything, the sweet and beautiful human. It makes Shockwave's spark ache but he vows to himself that they would find out what happened to Traixes.

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Whirl x carrying! Reader

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“Whirl,,-“

You ushered quietly, not wanting him to get in trouble with Ultra Magnus again. He’s been more challenging as of late, troubling to any poor mech thats roughhousing or way too close (from what he says).

“I Swear,,! If anybody even TRIES to hurt you, or our whirl Jr- or our sparkling, I’ll-“

Whirl was on his rant again, going on and on about how he’ll tear any mech apart for staring at you the wrong way, saying only he could ogle you.. 

With a sigh you held Whirl Jr, the small sparkling only beeping and chirping, nuzzling into the crane of your neck. 

You held him close, watching and observing Whirl as he went on and on with his rant, at this point monologuing about it. With a sigh you sat down, across from your screeching lover.

Whirl Jr watched his sire curiously, the small sparkling snuggled against you, settled atop your baby bump. 

“Whirl,,”

You spoke again, hoping to get his attention this time, if only for a second..

He snapped his thin helm towards you, his long neck stretching to get in your faceplate, perhaps you needed something,,? He wasn’t sure..

“Yes, babe,,?”

He was quick at answering, stopping his rant to hear your sweet voice, having caught his attention swiftly. He waited patiently, considering you just said his designation for fun. 

“Please, for primus sake- just,, relax. No one’s going to hurt us, okay,,?”

His tense frame went lax a bit, finding solace in your words for a hot klik. He paused, considering his choices, having found one he settled on, he sat next to you with a sigh. 

His long neck craned to rest on yours, his claws reaching around you to hold you and Whirl Jr, ‘cupping’ the small baby bump on your lower abdomen, his claw curiously tracing the mounds curves and crevices.

He huffed, his singular yellow optic glancing down at you, now a bit more brighter and larger, clearly fond and appreciative of such a moment.

“Fine, fine, maybe I was being a bit,, too dramatic- But! If something WERE to happen, do I have permission to blow their helm off,,?”

He tilted his helm curiously, his lanky limbs pulling you close as he focused in on you and Whirl Jr. 

A soft laugh emitted from your vocalizer, the sound resonating through the small area you two were residing in, his ‘protective sire’ antics eliciting a genuine laugh from you. 

Fine, maybe you’ll indulge him a bit on that, though seeing how unpredictable your conjunx endura is, you best take his threat with,, a grain of salt.

“Okay- fine, if it ever comes down to that, you can.”

This comforted him more, finally relaxing against you. He started beeping and chirping at whirl Jr, your adopted sparkling, the small punk started chirping back at his sire, rather enthusiastic. 

You sat back as they blabbered nonsense at one another, not understanding a single thing they were saying, only listening in as your conjunx and small sparkling ‘conversed’. 

You were at peace, safe in your lovers arms. Finally having a sparkling of your very own, along with Whirl Jr of course. Excited to give him a little sibling to care for, and to inhibit the process of child rearing.

Your two hyper mechs eventually settled down, Whirl Jr softly beeping and chirping as he slept on your chassis, Whirl was fast asleep, recharging on your back. 

Safe, safe and sound, these are the words to describe your soon to be complete family unit.. 

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this is like- a half of a request, I’m working on part 2 for the deadlock/drift x carrying! Reader