#why did optimus pin him down like that

[ghostorbz]

Why'd they do that

[quixotical-lymbo]

OMG I LOVED YOU ORION PAX FIC (this bot needs more love) can you do an Orion pax x reader, but it’s the reader’s reaction to Orion falling in that hole thingy? (yk at the end of the movie that D-16 dropped him in) like does

1. the reader goes crazy and bets up D-16 ?

2. jumps in after him?

3. cries and says "HE WAS MY FUTURE"

I need to knowwwww (also take some food bc i know you cooking with your fics 🍎🥐🥯🍔🍗🍟🌯🌮) TYY

Pairing: Orion Pax/Optimus Prime x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: What happens when a bot witnesses their conjunx endura die in front of their eyes?  Warnings/Tags: Transformers One SPOILERS, guard!reader, cybertronian reader, mild descriptions of violence. Word Count: 1300+ words 

The first time you met Orion Pax was a blurry moment of rushing figures and yelling. This red and blue bot had a reputation, but you didn't know his designation at the time where you first started your job as a guard. 

Well, you certainly knew all about him, especially after your first run in with the troublemaker making his grand exit through a balcony. Of course, you just had to be making your rounds flying around the perimeter of the building when you were tackled out of the sky and pinned against the rooftop of the neighboring building. Groaning as the mech on top of you sputtered a flurry of apologies. The mech ran away without even offering a servo to help you up. 

The second time the two of you met, you learned his designation from the gossip about a miner always sneaking in and out of government buildings which held old records. You connected the name to the face of the mech you ran into again when patrolling indoors. 

It was…a unique exchange of pleasantries as Orion Pax attempted to sway you out of sounding the alarm. His attempts at distracting you with those flirty glances and sweet words did nothing to stop you from cuffing him and bringing him back to his station.

Over the deca-cycle, the interactions between you two grew warmer as the forced proximity bred an intimacy between you two. 

A conjunx ritus later and the two of you were an odd couple in the optics of Iacon. 

All because you managed to 'catch' the mech of who stole your spark. 

So why couldn't you save your conjunx when he needed you the most? 

It all happened too fast for your mind to react in time, but your frame moved before you could even scream the name out of your conjunx as his battered form dropped into the pit. You rushed forward, cables feeling like they were on fire as you reached a servo out in hopes of grabbing hold of something. Yet, you were too late and Orion was swallowed by the abyss right as something grasped your arms and yanked you away from the edge. 

You struggled to throw them off of you, blurred edges of your vision and the muffled shouts of your name didn't stop you from trying to fly down there—it didn't matter whether or not your spark would extinguish in the process. All that mattered was finding Orion Pax, your best friend, your companion, your everything. 

A voice heavy with grief managed to snap you out of your haze. You glanced over to meet Elita's optics, her face twisted with a pitying look that nearly sent you over the edge–metaphorically and literally. 

"The age of primes has ended....no more false prophets, follow me and you will never again be deceived!"

Cheers broke out from the high guards scattered within the shocked crowd of Iacon's citizens. 

"I will lead us all into the future!" Megatron opened his chassis and replaced the cog in his chest with Megatronus's cog. Purple electrical sparks emitted from his frame as his body transformed into a bulkier form.

"I…am…MEGATRON!" 

"Burn it down…all of it!"

Shots fired from the crowd as Megatron began shooting at the Sentinel statue and the structures surrounding it. 

 

"He's going to kill everyone." 

"We have to stop him-" Elita-1 was cut off as your form rushed past her and headed for the silver mech. Bee and Elita-1 glanced at each other before nodding and hastening after you. 

As Megatron continued shooting his cannon, a pede slammed into the side of his helm knocking him onto his knees. Megatron whipped around to find your fist heading toward his faceplate, he dodged and managed to grab your wrist in time to swing you around like a rag doll. 

Despite having a cog all this time, your frame was still shorter compared to Megatron's—but that didn't make you any less of a fighter. 

"You took him away from me! Your own best friend!" You bellowed and wrapped your legs around his arm to twist out of his grip. You swung your body weight to shift behind him and pummel him in punches. 

"He was your friend! My conjunx…my future….mine!" You grunted as Megatron ripped you off and threw you away. You rolled onto your servos and knees before jumping aside before the energy blast could hit you. The weight of losing Orion hit you all at once as you realized you had just rolled near the place where D-16…Megatron had dropped him. Your optics dimmed as your vision blurred from the rising dust and smoke. Your helm dropped and you couldn't see the massive cannon pointing at your pathetic form. 

"I took down the only thing standing in my way," Megatron sneered. The purr of his weapon charging up became a roar as the light within readied to snuff your spark. "And now? I will make sure you join him along with the rest who stand against me." 

"Not if we have anything to do about that!" Elita-1 charged in and snatched the cannon in time to redirect the shot elsewhere. 

A fight ensued and a multitude of thoughts ran through your processor. Your distraught and grief melded your frame into the floor. The noises and smell of destruction around you all blurred into one as you curled into a ball, wishing to disappear into the same abyss your conjunx had dropped in. 

After all, why continue this seemingly never ending cycle of injustice without the bot who made life worth living? 

No, Orion wouldn't have wanted you to think that way. Nor would have sat there wallowing in his own misery if your spark had stopped beating. He would've fought for you and you…will do the same.

Slamming your clenched servos into the ground you shot up and barreled toward the fight. Snarling as you drew closer and pounced onto Megatron just as he kicked Bee away. Before anyone on the tower could react, something exploded a piece of it and shot up into the sky. 

 

Amidst the chaos, you, Bee, and Elita-1 slid off the dome and landed on the lower platform again. 

Snapping your gaze up you found an familiar yet strange mech donning a similar color scheme to Orion standing before Megatron. 

 

"It can't be…" Bee began.

"It is." Elita-1 finished with wide optics. 

"Orion?" You whispered. 

 

He was alive. Alive. 

 

He was…different. 

 

…he wasn't dead and that's the important part. 

When all was said and done, Megatron was banished from Iacon and Energon returned to Cybertron, cogs being returned to the cogless citizens, you were finally able to have a moment alone with your conjunx now named Optimus Prime. 

His optics shone brightly as they landed on your faceplate. He turned to you fully and stretched his arm to reach you. You eagerly leaned into the palm of his servo, cheek pressing against the warmth of his hold on you. The faint hum of his spark calmed the raging storm within you, allowing your tense cables to ease up. 

"You've…changed." You sighed as you blinked back the liquid in your optics. 

"...so have you," Optimus craned his helm down to hold your gaze. "Come, we have a lot of things to discuss." 

You interlocked your digits with his, reluctant to drift away from him, but his softening gaze and even softer words persuaded you to let go. 

Trailing after the three but sticking close to Optimus's side, you nearly tripped over your own pedes as you felt the weight of his love through the bond. Keeping your expression neutral, you smiled inwardly and returned his affections tenfold. 

Primus, you were happy he was alive. 

😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. banner(s) by @enchanthings !!

[revelboo]

reader: *engaging in asshole cat behavior to piss of prowl*

prowl:

Pretty much 🤣

Stand Too Close Pt 7

IDW Prowl x Reader

• Why are you like this? For some reason he can’t understand, you’ve taken it into your little mind to deliberately try to antagonize him or provoke him. It makes him almost miss the days when you just ignored him or sulked in a corner. Freezing when you decide that you absolutely need to sprawl across the back of his hand on your belly so you can draw crude, inappropriate little pictures on his report to Optimus. “Find somewhere else to be,” he growls, tipping his hand to dump you off. Aware of the slide of your little, warm body against him as you straighten and glare up at him.

• Whatever that was between you had been electric, scandalous and exciting. And your personal enemy is now going out of his way to not touch you ever since. Actually trying to avoid you like he hadn’t been the one to get handsy and pin you down. Like your current frustration isn’t entirely his fault. Blowing out a breath from your spot where he’d dumped you, there’s no figuring him out. What you do know? Something has to give. Ever since realizing big and unpleasant can get closer to your size and that he might just have a freaky side? That’s the only place your brain wants to go. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I kidnap you and ruin your life?”

• Door wings lifting stiffly, he glares as you stand up and lean a hip against his knuckles, insisting on touching him again. Arms crossed while you raise your eyebrows at him in challenge. He knows you’re baiting him, but he still grits his denta. “You ran out in front of me, remember?” He growls, struggling with that smug look on your face that makes him itch to do something about it. Remembering shocking you speechless when he pinned you for all of a handful of seconds before you got even angrier. Remembers exactly what that had done to him.

• “You’re a cop car. How was I supposed to know you’re too stupid to understand how crosswalks work?” The data pad in his big servos cracks. And then he’s shoving up from his desk so fast his chair turns over. Glaring down at you like he’s considering squishing you like a bug. Fingers digging into your upper arms to hide the faint, nervous tremble, you smile sweetly. “Oh, did I find a nerve?”

• You’re trying to provoke him. Even knowing that, he’s still lunging. Mass shifting again even though he feels the drain to his reserves from the massive expenditure of energy too soon after the last and knows he’s going to pay for it later. For now there’s your satisfying little yelp as he catches you by the arm and yanks you into him, his other arm cupping the back of your head when you try to rear back. There’s that anger that twists in his spark. “Not nearly so bold now,” he growls, lip curling as you actually bare your little teeth at him and he remembers that startling lick of pain when you’d bit him.

• Big hands on you, pinning you to him as the jerk smirks. But he’s your size again or closer to it anyway. Tugging against his grip just to feel his servos tighten against you, because you like it even if you’ll never be able to admit it out loud. “You think?” You ask him and he leans closer like he’s daring you to try and bite him again. And it’s tempting, but using the brush guard on his chassis to boost yourself, you lunge, mouth crashing against his in anger and frustration and need all twisted together.

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[mychlapci]

So after chatting with my fren, the witch AU thing became uh. Idk.

Prowl is this tiny little solitary witch living in this little cottage in the crystal forest with a cat beastformer, whom he is FWB with. And he has just about everything a hermit could want. A simple life, a home to live in, a son he's proud of, his best friend, a steady supply of transfluid he can milk from the mecha in his basement... Except for one thing. Sex with his one and only crush.

Every month or so, the Paladin of the land would for some inexplicable reason, wander through (get separated from his party, injured and lost more like) the forest. Every time Optimus trips his wards, Prowl immediately magics his slutty black dress away into a much more modest floral dress, throws illusion veils over all of the gothic decor, stashes his workstation and materials away, and tosses the giggling little bastard of a cheshire cat in the basement. Acting all sweet and innocent when Optimus comes knocking, usually covered in injuries.

But every time Prowl almost manages to seduce OP into fucking him, he tends to get cockblocked by the assortment of shitheads in his orbit forcing him to eject OP early lest he blows his cover every time. It's usually either because of the suspicious noises coming from the basement, his half dryad son Springer barging in (on purpose), or something outside causing a ruckus.

Not this time though. This time, Prowl is definitely getting that Paladin cock inside his pussy, and he's going to milk it for all its worth. Definitely for potion ingredients and ritual spell purposes and not because he wants OP to put a bitlet in him, no, shut up Jazz. He's locked everything (and everyone) down for real this time, has filled his doors and walls to keep his meddling son out of his room, and has planted a bunch of warding plants and rocks around the cottage. They're literally on his bed now, and his spellwork tells him that Optimus' party is still a day away from finding him, so there is absolutely nothing that can go wrong now-

"Optimus, you didn't tell me that you had a fertility sigil."

They both looked at the glowing womb tattoo that had suddenly appeared on Optimus' abdomen after he stuffed his spike inside Prowl's aching pussy.

"Huh. When did that get there?" He can't be serious.

It was a call sign. One that activates when the mech who bore it was aroused. Placed there as a challenge by the very reason Optimus and co. had been travelling into the forest, in fact. And since Optimus hadn't sucked and fucked anyone else in so long, he'd completely forgotten that it was there at all. Prowl wanted to scream, because he knows exactly who that sigil belongs to. By the Unmaker-

"Please, don't stop on my behalf. You two look cute together." The fragger's low baritone rang out behind Optimus. Yep, that's the stupid fucking king of the Unseelie court right there.

"You were fragging Megatron." Prowl states blandly. Because of course he was. How silly of him to think that the fucking Paladin, the holy champion of mechkind, servant of Primus, wouldn't be intimately involve with the one being that could punch a hole right through his wards at the most inconvenient of times.

"Correction, he fragged me only once. Why do you think I put the beacon there?" Of course, the petty fragger wanted in on whatever action Optimus got into. Well, he doesn't care, his mood was ruined (well not really, but keeping his cover toom precedence!).

"Ugh. Just, get out, both of you." Before his veils collapse and oust him as a witch to the one being he does not want it revealed to, goddamnit. "Shoo!"

Buckethead just smirked and walked over to the bed instead. "Don't be a spoilsport now, Prowl. This is what you've been waiting for, haven't you? I'm sure the... others... will behave themselves for a little longer." Not with you here, he thought vehemently as he glared at Megatron.

Without waiting for a response, Megatron just pushed Optimus down, pinning both of them into the soft mattress. He gropes the Prime's valve cover as he grinds his own hips against that fat aft. Optimus groans and pops the coverz welcoming those large, tapered clawtips into his pussy to ply them apart.

Prowl knows that he should really, really kick both of them off and evict them (the fae king would take some work, but the Paladin needs to go first) before someone downstairs gets any funny ideas. But holy fuck, Megatron was right, he has been waiting for this for a long time, he thinks to himself as Optimus' thick spike stretched his drooling valve so deliciously.

Deemed adequately prepared, Megatron withdrew his fingers, and lined his hips just at the right angle to pressurise his spike directly into Optimus' valve. And damn if the fae king's spike wasn't as big as his ego, because frag, Prowl could feel the bulge of Optimus' tummy rubbing against his own as he pressed down. The rest is then a blur as the two larger mechs fucked the weights of their frames into him. Which very quickly became his undoing, in more ways than one.

Prowl cums hard around Optimus' spike, and the other two follow soon after. Which had the unfortunate consequence of releasing a large, concentrated pulse of magic that shattered and dissolved almost all of the temporary wards Prowl was actively holding that night. Fuck. As they catch their breaths, Prowl just stares at the ceiling in post nut clarity, outfit having changed back into his usual slutty little black widow garb mid orgasm. Optimus also looks down, and then around the bed room, in post nut clarity, noting the very sudden change in aesthetics. Megatron, the fragger, just looked smug.

But before Optimus even pulls out, Springer slams the door open, probably having detected the masking spells around the house breaking from the overload. "Carrier!? Are you alright!?" Yep, the wards are definitely down.

The half dryad takes one look at the three of them on the bed, then another at the state of the room, and just sighs, and walks out. Optimus was just about to ask Prowl what's the deal with the gothic interiors, and why the masking spells, before someone calls out from the cellar vent below.

"Everything alright up there? I heard Springer storming off~!"

"...is there someone in the cellar, Prowl?" The Paladin asks uneasily. The spooky interiors weren't helping the impression. Megatron just scoffs and remarks "You should be asking just how many 'someones' are in the cellar, Prime."

The fae king snaps his fingers, and the three of them are teleported to the large velvet bed in the basement("why do you have a bed in your cellar Prowl-"), spikes still sheathed in respective valves. And that's when the Paladin sees:

-an acclaimed witch hunter that went missing ages ago (Barricade)(Look, fighting off the bastard got old after the 20th time, okay?) -a fallen angel, who was now apparently a demon, that Optimus recognizes (Sentinel)(He tried to shortchange him on a deal, so fuck him, he's imprisoned until further notice.) -a large spider (Tarantulas)(He recognises a brilliant scientist when he sees one, alright. He's a colleague!) -six green fae, in palm size instead of full size (Constructicons)(Prowl didn't actually imprison them; they just wouldn't fucking leave.) -and a grinning cat who shifts into bipedal form upon seeing them (Jazz)(He's only down here because of Optimus' visit, not that it matters anymore, but he's usually free to run around.)

They were playing poker in a circle through the cage bars (Barricade's and Sentinel's). There were cells made of iron and steel in one corner, covered in a bunch of etched and painted symbols. Another corner contained potion ingredients, food stuffs, and equipment (and a fishtank filled with shrunken scientific instruments?) The other corner on the other hand was a wall rack full off what could only be described as devious torture devices of sexual nature.

The bed was in the final corner, and was surrounded by unlit candles and magic circles. There were cuffs riveted to the bed posts, and hooks on the wall and ceiling. The rows of suspicious ritual supplies (cum jars) lining the headboard weren't helping. After perusing the room, Optimus clears his throat, unsure of what to say (his spike was hard though). Prowl wants to sink into the bed and never come back out.

Jazz, the motherfucker, just waves at them. "Hiya, OP! Having fun?" Megatron, ever the dickhead, replies with a jolly tone.

"Oh yes, immeasurably. Would you like to join us?" The Constructicons drop their cards and let out delightful cheers.

And that's how Prowl got ousted as a witch to his crush. His valbe ached for days after that.

(not pictured: centaur Impactor who's the on-and-off boyfriend Prowl threatens to build a stable to trap him in all the time, mercenary trader Lockdown that stops by from time to time with ingredients that Prowl also threatens to throw into the sex basement for being a dick, and fire elemental Rodimus that he chases off with a spray bottle every time the little shit sneaks in to fuck Springer)-🔌

this is so funny i'm honestly in love with your brain. no notes. love that Optimus just goes along with his magical creature sandwich.

[random-fandom1984]

TFP! Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader

Requested by @alex21705

●It is midday, and you're patrolling somewhere in Louisiana, when a thunderstorm hit ●You called for a Groundbridge, and just as you passed through, a lightning bot struck the portal, and you didn't get to react in time as it pulled you in like a Black Hole ●When passing through, you expected to be in some sort of different Shadow Zone, but no; it was an alternate reality! ●To say you were confused was an understatement. Why are your colleagues suddenly so... nice? Why are their paint jobs different? Why was your closest friend so adorable?! What do you mean they didn't have another bot named C/n?! ●You weren't used to this nice, go-to happy atmosphere, especially Ratchet and Optimus NOT being psychopaths. But you weren't complaining. ●You were assigned to be Bumblebee's partner when going on patrols and missions, and you were confused.

-Optimus: I'm sure you're familiar with Bumblebee. Although he might not be like your world's version of him, I'm sure he will make you feel welcomed. -Bumblebee: *Beeps in confirmation* :) -C/n: ... Don't you mean Goldbug? -Bumblebee: *Beeps in confusion* ? -Optimus: No?

●So, the meeting was going great! ●As time passed by, you grew to like this place. Everything was peaceful when their world's version of Decepticons weren't trying to destroy shit. ●When you first arrived, you were aggressive, on guard like everyone and everything was going to attack you at any given moment. ●But the more you spent time here, you've cooled down a lot. You asked questions about topics like a toddler would, letting your interest be know that aren't about slaughter, murder, torturing; in fact, you started losing interest in those things! Spending time in this universe actually made you start seeing the brighter things in life. ●Not only that, but the more you started changing to a life a peace, you... started getting nightmares about what will happen when you return, and they see the changes. Most likely torture you without a second glance, possibly kill you for straying against the Autobot cause. But what will hurt most is what will Goldbug do when he sees the new you? You've known how he is with your world's Decepticons, basically a mini-Optimus in the making. ●But, of course, Bumblebee saw how nervous you were being, and confronted him about your behavior is when you let everything of your being fall apart, telling him that your scared. Scared of what will possibly happen when you return. It's not like you can stay in their world forever; you'd have to go back at some point. ●In response, he'd pull you into a hug, rubbing your back plates in a slow, gently manor, beeping in a tone that can be music. The first time he did this is when you felt your spark thump, and you just hugged him back, and the both of you fell into recharge, not once letting go are letting your grip become loose in the slightest.

-Raf: Bumblebee? Where are you? It's time for me to go- *Hears familiar beeping in the next room* Bee? Oh! *Looks in the room as see's Bumblebee hold C/n in his lap, arms wrapped around them as their arms are wrapped around his waist, both sleeping away* I'll just ask Ratchet. *Walks away*

●As time goes on, the pinning becomes so obvious majority of the team is just groaning in annoyance, they get that this is adorable but just get together already! ●Usually, whenever he gets upset over something, he would seek you out, and just wraps his arms around you because when he's with you, he doesn't want you to leave and holding onto you is his only security of that never happening. ●There was only one bot that he was jealous of, that's in his world, and it's Smokescreen. Ever since he's joined the team, he's been dropping pick-up line after pick-up line, and making your laugh! It should be him causing him to make you laugh, not him! ●The funny thing is that you like it when he seeks you out for comfort, causing you to quietly laugh at his adorableness. If Bumblebee finds out about this, he'll make sure to do that every single time he finds himself in the same room as you. 1 for Bee, 0 for Mr. Destiny Child. ●Often times, ever since Ratchet has gotten closer to find out a way to send you back home, Bumblebee has been trying to convince you to stay, and honestly... you've been considering it. ●I mean, on the one hand if you go back home, you'll see your team again! But on the other hand, ...you would probably get tortured for changing your ideals. ●And so, with a heavy spark, you decided to stay!

Meanwhile...

●Goldbug has been searching for you. You should've came through the Groundbridge and back to base. ●The others suspected that you were probably captured by the Decepticons, but they didn't bother. One less bot to waste Energon resources. ●But not Goldbug. He hasn't rest ever since you've disappeared. The bot he fell in love with just disappears? No. There's gotta be an explanation for this. ●Forcing SG! Raf to look through security cameras in the area you were in, he found out why. Stupid thunderstorm. But... at least this gives him a lead to find out where you went on his own. ●He will not rest until he finds you and returns you back.

Part 2?

[legs-like-jelly]

hi chat-

originally this was gonna be a comic but im suffering from carpal boss and carpal tunnel so i decided to just write it out instead!! hope you enjoy!

Lee: Megatron Ler: Optimus Prime

The surface. It was still as beautiful as it was all those years ago, and still as dangerous. Optimus came to a standstill on the battlefield with Megatron. Their two troops were still duking it out on the battlefield, metal clangs ringing out into the horizon. 

The gray mech had a twisted grin on his face, energon dribbling from his busted lipplate. Optimus was venting heavily, plating decorated with his own fair share of dents and scratches from their fight. Megatron raised his canon towards the other, dentae glimmering from underneath his lipplate.

“It’s over, Prime,” He sneered.

Optimus weighed his options. His troops were outnumbered, time was ticking fast..Megatron may have won the fight, but there was one last trick he could try..

“Is that so?” Optimus challenged, a faint glint of mischief in his optic. In the blink of an eye, the mech lunged forward, tackling his enemy to the ground. Quick digits spidered along the Decepticon’s sides, making him squeal and yell with surprise. Was it a stupid move? Yes, but it worked. “wAHAHAHAHAHHHAT ARE YOU DOING, PRIHIME!!?? UNHAHAHAHAHNND MEHEHE!!” The tyrant squealed. Fists went flying towards the leader’s face, which Optimus swiftly dodged. He had tickled Megatron a lot when they were both miners back in Iacon, so he knew that the other wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m teaching you a little lesson! It’s about time you had a visit from the tickletickletickle monster!” Optimus cooed to him. A bright tint of blush flooded to Megatron’s face as the teases.

“STAHAHAHHAAAAAP!! I'M GONNA KIHIHIHIIIL YOU!!!-” The red eyed mech was an absolutely puddle of giggles, pedes kicking to and fro behind his attacker. But Optimus didn’t let up, not even for a second. His digits moved to Megatron’s stomach, digging in-between the seams that were so graciously on display for him.

“I almost forgot how giggly you were! Lets see which button can make this gigglebot squeal the loudest!”

Just as he said this, Optimus’s digits dug right into Megatron’s hips. The tyrant let out a Cybertron-shattering squeal that would have definitely alerted any nearby Quintessons. Optimus and all the other mechs flinched, a slight ringing in their ears afterwards.

Even though no Quintessons were alerted, the rest of their respective troops still were. All optics were on the mess of a mech who was pinned beneath the Autobot leader.

“QUIHIT!!! SNRK QUIHIIIIT IT ALREADEHEEEHEEEEEE!! STAHAHAHAHAAAAAP- SNRK IT!!!!!” Megatron snorted out helplessly, banging his fist on Optimus’s thigh. “YOU’RE THEHE WORST I HAHAHAAATE YOU!!”

“You hate me? Why, Dee? Is this a bad spot? Did I gitchie gitchie get you in a bad spot? Hm? Does is tickletickle there? What about here?” In an instant, Optimus locked Megatron’s legs in a headlock, using this new angle to scribble his digits along the underside of the other mech’s knees.

“SNRK- EHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEK!! STAHAHAAAP STOP NOT NOT THEHEHEHEEEEERE!!! SNRK-” Megatron squirmed like no one’s business, pedes trying to kick out of Optimus’s grip. But the Autobot leader kept his grip as he moved his fingers to trace the outer playing of the tyrant’s thighs.

“Not there? What about here then?” Without warning, Optimus lifted one of Megatron’s legs a little higher. Then, he did the unspeakable.. 

“ORIHIHHIION!!!” The red eyed mech yelled as a raspberry was blown into the side of his knee hinge. 

Optimus paused for a second, his optics wide as he looked down at the giggling mech before him. 

“You haven’t called me that in years,” He whispered.

“Shuhut up,” Megatron whispered back, still fighting back chuckles. 

“Oh you want me to shut up? Sure then!” Without so much as a warning, Optimus buried his faceplate in Megatron’s neck and blew a huge raspberry, making the mech howl with laughter once again.

“ORIHIHION QUIT TIHIHICKLING ME !!” He squealed, hands clinging and hitting the other mech’s back plating. 

“Aww but your giggles are so sweet! Perfectly ripe for the taking from the Tickle Monster!” Optimus nibbled on his neck cables, sending the other mech into hysterics.

“Ihihihi shahid QUIT!!!” Megatron’s knee jerked upwards, slamming right into Optimus’s gut.

“Oof-” Optimus ceased his attack, wincing a bit at the kick. “Okay, okay, stopping-” He groaned.

Megatron vented heavily, leftover giggles still pouring out from his lipplating. In his giggly stupor, he’d forgotten where they were. His optics met a whole bunch of other mechs gathered in a circle around the duo, all in an awestruck state. The tyrant quickly became flustered and stumbled to his feet, trying his best not to trip over.

“DECEPTICONS, RETREAT!” He barked before they all flooded back to the Nemesis. Before the door closed, Megatron yelled one last empty threat.

“THIS ISN���T OVER, PRIME!”

Fin.

thanks so much for readingggg!! im honestly surpriseds how fast i got this out considering my mental illness

[in1-nutshell]

IM SORRY I ONLY GET IDEAS WHEN REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME AND ADD THIS TO THE BOTTOM

Fearless buddy being sent to the tfp universe at first made me want the tfp team prime to see mtmte Megs interact with buddy and have a crisis over the fact that Megs became a dad, to a human no less.

and then I realized, no. no I dont want team prime to just react to mtmte megs, I want these fuckers to get yeeted into the portal one by one and suffer through the general chaos of the lost light.

Arcee - What was that?

Swerve - oh thats just Skids, you can tell cause when Buddys' in the vents it sounds more like a pitter patter.

Arcee - WHY ARE THEY IN THE VENTS?!

Drifts gets double to Ratchets to simp for

Optimus curls into a ball and cries when he sees Megatron with an autobot badge and being a decent person

Tailgate fanboys and asked for an autograph, yes he knows that its not their Optimus Prime but he's cool none the less

Miko quickly finds Buddy and Whirl and Rodimus quickly grabs Bumblebee and Smokescreen. Ultra Magnus has his back turned for for ten minutes and suddenly the Lost light has been turned into a race track with Swerve handling the betting's and a small world has declared war on the lost light, stating the instigators was a human and two mechs, one of which kinda sounds like the Apex armor.

Brainstorm finds Raf and gets into a custody battle for him with Ratchet.

Optimus and Megatron both have a conversation and get some kinda closure from it.

Ultra Magnus nearly cries over Jack being responsible and polite. he loves buddy but why did they get the well mannered human

plus the rest of the autobots being fucking flabbergasted at how Megatron is with his tiny organic child

In short: C H A O S !

There simply would have been way too much to cover with just this request alone. So, I've tried to condense everything down to 4 key highlights of events that defiantly happened during the trip. This would also be assuming that this is also the same universe as Old Predacon Buddy.

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy gets a visit from TFP Bots

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

TFP/MTMTE

4 Conversations and confrontations that have defiantly happened during the visit

Meeting the Co- captains

The bots had just arrived at the Lost Light via portal and met Buddy once again.

Buddy wanted to bring them to the med bay just to make sure everything was okay with their systems.

Optimus was the one to have Buddy on his servo as they pointed the way to get to the med bay.

How did they not come across any other crewmember?

That is beyond them.

But just before the team made it to the med bay a streak of black came in front of the bots.

“Who are you and what are you doing on board?”--Ravage

Buddy waving from Prime’s servo.

“Hi Ravage!”--Buddy

Ravage takes notice of Buddy and pins his audials back.

“Let them go now!”--Ravage

Ravage tries swiping at the Prime, but Arcee fires a warning shot.

“Don’t even think about it.”--Arcee

“Wait can’t we all calm down—"--Buddy

Multiple heavy pede steps are heard.

“And now he’s coming…”--Buddy

“Who’s—”--Jack

Megatron and Rodimus come running from the corner and stop behind Ravage.

Megatron has his fusion cannon ready and Rodimus is powering up.

Everyone is tense.

“All right Fake Optimus, put Buddy down and no one gets hurt too badly.”--Rodimus

“Fake Prime? This is Optimus Prime.”--Smokescreen

“Yeah, and Megatron isn’t Buddy’s dad. That’s not Optimus.”--Rodimus

“Excuse did you say that bucket head there was Buddy’s dad?!”--Miko

Buddy nods and pats Prime’s digits.

“Just pass me to Rodimus while I explain everything.”--Buddy

Optimus hesitates a minute before handing Buddy to Rodimus.

Buddy Jumps from Rodimus’s servo start onto Megatron’s arm, which freaks everyone out for a minute as the ex war lord does catch them.

“Buddy we’ve talked about this.”--Megatron

Buddy stick’s out their tongue.

“Can someone please explain what in Primus’s name is going on?!”--Magnus

“In a bit Magnus.”--Buddy

“Wait, wait wait, this is Magnus?”--Rodimus

Rodimus looks at him amused.

“Just wait til Minimus finds out.”--Rodimus

“Who’s Minimus?”--Wheeljack

“In a minute, now to the med bay. Ratchet should take a look at them before anything else.”--Buddy

“Ratchet?”—Team Prime

“Me?”--Ratchet

Rodimus and Buddy turn to each other with a mischievous smile.

Megatron just sighs tiredly.

This was going to be a long day… or week even…

2. Ratchet confrontation and some honorable mentions

Both Ratchet’s nearly have a stroke when they see each other.

The team gets checked out by every medic available.

Buddy manages to catch everyone up overall on the ‘alternative universe’ fiasco. Everyone manages to understand for the most part.

Megatron watches Buddy like a hawk while also sending a message to Minimus on the situation.

He could practically hear the stroke happening from here.

MTMTE Ratchet taking a double look at everyone’s energon levels.

“How are any of you even functioning?! Your energon levels are so low you shouldn’t even be standing up right?!”—MTMTE Ratchet

TFP Ratchet huffs.

“Unlike this universe, energon is not a common thing to run by. Naturally the levels are going to be low.”—TFP Ratchet

“I’m not saying that it is, but what I am is astounded on how any of you are still even talking. And you especially.”

Optimus looks curious.

“What are you referring to?”--Optimus

MTMTE Ratchet takes a deep vent and lets it out.

“Your Ratchet has the lowest energon levels out of your entire team combined! Miracle that he is even with us.”--ratchet

Bee buzzes angrily.

All MTMTE bots look at him worriedly.

First Aid comes over to him.

“What happened to your voice?”—First Aid

MTMTE Ratchet, Ambulon and Velocity join in crowding Bee.

“His voice box was damaged in the war on Cybertron. Our Megatron damaged it.”—Raf

Bumblebee looks down a bit.

The medics are all looking at one another.

“We can see what we can do here, if you’d like Bumblebee.”—MTMTE Ratchet

Bee buzzes happily as Raf hugs his digit.

Drift enters the med bay.

“Hey Ratchet, I heard you yelling in here, is everything—”--Drift

Drift looks at the scene in front of him stopping dead in his tracks.

His optics land on TFP Ratchet.

Buddy looks at him mouthing ‘No!’

“Who’s this guy?”--Smokescreen

“I finally made it to the Afterspark.”--Drift

“What?”—TFP Ratchet

“That’s just Drift just ignore him.”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Ratchet I don’t think that’s going to be possible.”--Buddy

“I HAVE TWO RATCHET’S NOW!”--Drift

Drift pulls them both into a hug.

TFP Ratchet is struggling to get out of his grip while MTMTE Ratchet just goes along with it.

“Buddy, who’s that?”--Wheeljack

“And why is he hugging Ratchet?”--Bulkhead

“That’s Drift, he’s Ratchet’s Conjunx.”--Buddy

All TFP Bots nearly have whiplash at how fast they move their helms.

“HIS CONJUNX?!”—Team Prime

“MY WHAT?!”—TFP Ratchet

“Not yours.”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Aww Ratty! You do care.”--Drift

“RATTY?!”—Team Prime

Several members of Team Prime laughing on the med slab so hard the medics are on standby.

3. Kids custody

Tfp team goes to the bar.

Kids stay with Buddy in the human safe portion of the bar to get some food.

Everyone is staring at them.

But to be fair they did have way different frame types than everyone else in this dimension.

Buddy yells at them for being rude.

That they help them in their time of need.

Suddenly everyone is in a much better mood.

Swerve serving Team Prime some engex.

“Any friend of Buddy is a friend of ours. Drink up fellow bots!”--Swerve

“Thank you Swerve.”--Optimus

Prime feels something poking his side

He looks at a white minibot poking his side holding a data pad.

“Hi! I know your not this universes Optimus, but can I still have your autography!”--Tailgate

Prime looks a bit surprised but he gives in.

“Thank you!”--Tailgate

“And what may be your name?”--Optimus

“I’m Tailgate!”--Tailgate

Arcee spits out her engex, Bulkhead calms her down.

“Is she okay? I didn’t upset her right?”--Tailgate

Arcee walks up to Tailgate, who is roughly around her size.

Cyclonus walks up behind Tailgate as if daring her to do something dumb.

She eventually holds her servo out.

“I’m Arcee.”--Arcee

Tailgate hugs Arcee instead.

“Thank you and your team for taking care of Buddy while they were away!”--Tailgate

Arcee is holding back tears as she gives into the hug.

“SHE’S ARCEE!”--Rodimus

Many bots look over with curiosity and some with fear.

Bulkhead looked over at the human table to find it empty.

“Hey where are the kids?”--Bulkhead

“Oh! Whirl took them around the bar when you weren’t looking.”--Swerve

“Whirl? Who’s Whirl?”--Magnus

Swerve points to the helicopter bot with his cockpit open.

“That one who’s trying to fight with Getaway.”--Swerve

Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus navigate their way to Whirl.

He turns to show Buddy and Miko laughing in the pit.

“So, you’re this little monsters guardians?”--Whirl

“Yes—”--Bulkhead

“Well, TOO BAD!”--Whirl

Whirl places a protective claw over both of the giggling humans.

“SHE’S MY OTHER AMICA NOW!”--Whirl

“They are not your Amica—”--Magnus

“Actually I’m his.”--Buddy

“And that’s something we’re going to talk about later. Miko—”--Wheeljack

“ITS WHIRL JR. NOW!”--Miko

“Miko no!”--Bulkhead

“MIKO YES!”--Miko

Meanwhile with Arcee…

Arcee stares at MTMTE Magnus, Cyclonus, Tailgate and Pipes.

Pipes and Tailgate are asking him all sorts of questions.

“Ultra Magnus. Cyclonus.”--Arcee

“Arcee.”—Magnus and Cyclonus

All three of them look over at the other three who are happily laughing at a joke.

All three mentally promise to destroy anyone who harms Jack.

Meanwhile with Ratchet…

Brainstorm holding Raf high above his helm.

“I HAVE FOUND MY CHILD!”--Brainstorm

“HE IS NOT YOUR CHILD!”--Perceptor

“Fine! Percy and Nautica we need to schedule visiting time—”--Brainstorm

MTMTE Ratchet taking Raf out of his servo.

“Leave the poor boy alone.”—MTMTE Ratchet

Drift looks over at MTMTE Ratchet and Raf and smiles teasingly.

“AAAAWWWW Ratty!”--Drift

Ratchet suddenly getting the hint.

“No…”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Yes…”--Drift

Drift no.”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Drift yes?”--Drift

“…”--MTMTE Ratchet

Ratchet hands Raf back to his counterpart.

“I think its best to keep him in check.”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Will do—HEY!”—TFP Ratchet

Brainstorm once again nabbing Raf from him.

“Mine child! Now Rafael. Would you like to see my lab? It has all sorts of inventions in it.”--Brainstorm

“BRAINSTORM!”--Chromdome

Brainstorm starts heading to the exit faster before Skids tackles him down letting Raf to get thrown up in the air.

He gets caught by Swerve, who just puts him down next to him.

“…Do you like Bill Nye?”--Swerve

Meanwhile with Rodimus…

Has Smokescreen and Bumblebee both thrown over his shoulder looking at Megatron and Magnus.

“Please?”--Rodimus

“No.”--Magnus

“Too bad.”--Rodimus

Confused car noises intensify.

Later on, Optimus and Megatron are found in one of the booth having some whispered conversation.

No one knows what they talked about, but both came back from it looking tired yet somewhat happy.

4. Promise to meet each other one day in the future

A couple days pass, the portal comes back.

Tfp team says their goodbyes.

Buddy wishes them good luck and to say hi to their alternative.

Portal closes.

“Wait you said, ‘other Buddy’, there was another Buddy?”--Megatron

“Oh yeah, but they’re an old Predacon.”--Buddy

“AN OLD WHAT?!”--Whirl

Meanwhile back in TFP…

The team comes out of the portal groaning at the semi harsh landing.

June and Agent Fowler came running in.

June nearly tackles the kids asking so many questions their heads are spinning.

The team explains what happened.

“Would have guessed that after Buddy’s explanation.”—Agent Fowler

“Heh, hey where is Buddy anyways?”--Bulkhead

“Bet their taking a nap.”--Miko

“Nope. After four hours of you guys ‘disappearing to the other dimension’ they’ve been trying to keep everything under control. They’ve been increasing patrols and energon digs.”—Agent Fowler

“They should be coming in soon.”--June

Heavy wing flaps are heard from the main entrance.

“June! I think another rocks stuck in my—”--Buddy

Buddy stops to take a good look at the team before going in for a group hug, spreading their wings as much as possible.

“Thank the Primes your all safe.”--Buddy

“Woah! Buddy, your…umm…”--Smokescreen

Buddy looking down at their dented and dusty self.

“Someone had to pick up on the patrols. The Decepticon’s couldn’t know that you were gone.”--Buddy

Optimus places his servo on Buddy’s shoulder.

“Rest old friend. We can take it from here.”--Optimus

Buddy just yawns and moves to their spot near the human area and slumps down hard and falls asleep.

The kids go over to Buddy to see if they are still awake.

They were out.

[minniethemoocherda]

Falling Into Empty Space

A/N: This takes place between chapters 30 and 31 of my Jazzprowl fic Iridescent, but you shouldn't have to read that for this to make sense. Hope you guys enjoy!

Ao3

FF.net

As they sneaked through the Ark's cavernous corridors, Optimus was remined of all the times he and Elita used to hide from Alpha Trion amongst the winding shelves of the Iacon library. It would be improper for his fellow Autobots to see their leader debauched against the walls of the Ark by their Second in Command, but Optimus tried his best to keep his hands to himself as he allowed Elita-One to tug him towards his quarters.

As always, he failed.

Fortunately, the corridors were mostly empty. Most mechs were no doubt still at Jazz's party. So it didn't take long for them to reach his quarters.

Elita opened his habsuite door, his codes unchanged since the last time he'd seen her.

As soon as it shut behind them, her lips were upon his, and he gladly gave in. Her strong frame pinned him back against the door. The Prime felt his knee joints go weak, as her glossia dominated his. She wrapped herself around his denta, biting down on his lips.

Reluctantly, the pair came apart before their vents could overheat. Optimus took the chance to admire the soft blush to Elita's faceplate as he gazed down into her blazing blue eyes.

Even after all these years, it still felt odd to have to look down at her. Before the Matrix upgraded his frame, she had been the tallest out of them both. It didn't feel right that he had to look down at the mech who's greatness should tower above them all.

Whilst he knew first hand that Elita could carry him, Optimus didn’t want her to have to hold all his weight, so he guided them towards his berth before his knee struts could completely give out.

Optimus' habsuit was the largest on the Ark. He had tried to argue against it. But his soldiers wanted only the best for their Prime. and after being consistently being locked inside by the likes of Jazz, he had finally accepted it. Something that he was currently grateful for, as despite the extra space, there was barely room to fit the both of their large frames, as they fell onto the bed.

It felt like they were a pair of hormonal mechlings, rolling around on the berth between fits of giggles as they continued their exploration of one another. And when Elita graciously straddled herself across his waist, Optimus' own hands took the opportunity to go bolder as he dug his fingers into the seams of her hips. He couldn't help his grin at the groan that escaped her lips.

However, his exploration faltered when his fingers felt the scars of a blaster wound.

It was from a life time ago. Elita had still been called Ariel back then, girlfriend to the librarian Orion Pax. She had been as brilliant then as she was now, but to most she would appear to have been a simple dock worker, supposedly caught in the wrong place at the wrong time during one of the Decepticons first attacks.

She had always been one to see the light out the dark and had taken advantage of her extensive injuries to request a full frame reformat. Officially, Ariel lover of the newly appointed Prime had died that day. And in her place was born Elita-One.

Elita, having no doubt felt his falter, didn't hesitate to to place her hand over his own, guiding him back to massage her deepest seams. Her smile telling him what she had already told him a thousand time that, she did not blame him for Megatron's attack.

They continued their exploration, but this time it was Elita's touch that made him falter, as her servos traced the line where the seams to his spark chamber met.

"What's wrong?" She asked and Optimus had to look away from the concentrated concern in her optics.

All he had ever wanted to was bond with her. They had even been engaged too, once upon a time. But then the Matrix chose him and all those dreams were gone. He had never questioned why in all the generations of Primes, none of them had ever conjunxed. Like most, he assumed it simply that they had been too busy carrying out the will of Primus to have the time to find a mate. It wasn’t until the Matrix had fused itself to his spark that he had learnt the real reason why.

His spark was not his own anymore. Now it was a vessel for the heart of Primus. And therefore impossible to bond with anyone else.

For a long time, Optimus had feared that this meant that he was incapable of love, fulfilling his own self imposed prophecy by distancing himself from his oldest friends like Ratchet and Jazz. And keeping Bumblebee, the sparkling that he had raised since they were a newspark at arms length when he should of been holding them close.

And of course trying to save his former lover from his already broken spark by sending her away. But as always, she had been too stubborn to listen. And as they had many times before after too much cheer and high grade, she once again warmed her way back into his berth.

Not that Optimus needed much convicting. And that just made him feel all the more guilty.

"I can't give you everything we want." He whispered, the rumbling of his voice feeling unnaturally loud in his quiet room.

He didn't resist when she cupped his face, gently turning him back so that he was with the strength of sincerity in her eyes.

"You are giving me everything you can. And for me that is enough." Elita told him, her voice as strong and steady as it always was. "Is that enough for you?"

Optimus pressed a kiss to her palm.

"You were always more than enough for me."

A/N:

I really liked Optimus and Elita's relationship! I hope we get to see more of it in any sequels to Transformers One!

I also find the idea of spark bonds to be very interesting and it made me wonder if Optimus would be able to spark bond to anyone else if he was already bonded to the Matrix???

Like I mentioned before, this takes place between chapters 30 and 31 of my Jazzprowl focused fic "Iridescent". So if you want to know more about the party that Optimus and Elita just left then you can read about it there as well as in my Sunnyblue focused fic "Five Times Sunstreaker Didn't Tell Bluestreak What he Wanted to Say, Plus One Time that he Did" which are both part of my "Across This New Divide" series on Ao3! Xxxxxx

[skylarkking]

My list of NSFW headcannons for the TFA Autobots because I'm a degenerate. NSFW under cut.

Optimus

Really sensitive audial fins. Kiss or gently bite those and he MELTS

Definetly a twunk although VERY CLOSE to being a twink

Prefers to give oral over all else. I mean, he's got them BJ lips

Shivers when digits are lightly traced down his chassis

Tends to whimper during interface

Sentinel and Optimus were fuckbuddies

Ratchet

During his college years he was an absolute slut

Party Ambulance was his nickname

Very vocal during interface

He once participated in an orgy with 6 other bots

Not much of a party animal because of his age

Still knows how to do the fancy rope work from the BDSM sessions he use to attend

Prowl

Look you cannot convince me that Prowl hasn't had a kinky past

Like with that level of flexibility? Cmon

Probably did pole dancing

Huge bottom energy

Favorite position is probably doggy style

Seems to be the type to like pet play

I bet he likes the thought of being pinned down

Bumblebee

Overloads quickly but can last an insane amount of rounds

Gives off switch vibes

Into bots bigger than he is (size kink)

Sometimes gets too cocky for his own good

Inexperienced as hell but he tries

Horndog

Bulkhead

Huge into aftercare

Becomes massive teddy bear after interface

When he overloads he sometimes clings too tightly and immediately apologizes after

Because he's soft in nature I feel like that transfers to how he has interface

Prefers a slow and passionate pace rather than a quickie

Jazz

Jazz gives off vibes of a guy who has done pretty much everything yet bots are still shocked when they find out

"You did [such and such]? Why didn't you tell me?!" "You didn't ask."

Likes music to play during interface

Seems to be the type to have a lower sex drive due to his laid back nature

But that won't stop him if asked

Has fragged Sentinel just to shut him up when he's in a heat cycle

Sentinel

Whiny ass brat bottom

Even more of a little bitch boy when during his heat cycle

Secretly had a thing for Elita-1 in a frat boy kind of way

Has a huge kink for being yelled at by smaller bots

You cannot tell me he doesn't have some sort of knot mod on his spike

Jet twins

Adorably innocent

Yet oddly kinky

Since technically they are two halves of the same protoform they can feel eachother's sensations

Like if Jetfire is getting head Jetstorm can feel it as if he were the one getting it

They do everything together, and I mean everything

But I feel like Jetfire is more naive than Jetstorm so Jetstorm has to explain some things

The twins may or may not secretly want to blow Sentinel

Blurr

Definetly dated Longarm (aka Shockwave) or at least fragged him

Way hornier than the other bots because, like his movement speeds, his heat cycles happen faster than others

Vocal af, so much so that his partner(s) have to gag him to get him to shut up

Prefers his spike over his valve because he likes to frag bots silly with his speed

Ultra Magnus

You cannot tell me he and Megatron havent banged at least once during the war

Acts all serious but has a huge kink for praise

Jerks off a lot when he has the time

Despite his age his sex drive is still up there

I feel like if you kissed his servos like he was some sort of princess he'd blush SO HARD

So yeah, my headcannons for the TFA Autobots has been released to the world. Maybe I'll do Decepticons next.

[lovekabaneri]

Snippets from Earth ch2

The second chapter of my fic set in @keferon Mech Pilot Jazz AU. Introducing how Swerve wound up on Earth in the AU, or at least how I imagined it. Here's and AO3 link:

*BOOOM!*

“----- those blasted Con----” – a gruff voice shouted.

There were explosions, a trine of seekers flew overhead and he just had enough time to roll to the side before the street exploded in a fiery inferno.

“It’s those blasted----!” – another voice cursed.

He had to move, it was not safe there and he could hear the roar of engines still, his audials ringing.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The city was destroyed, only ruins laid behind them as they drove off, the Cons surely would be following after their tracks. Swerve could feel the cracked street below his ties as he and the others sped up.

They lost, they had no other option but to retreat. If things continued like this, then Cybertron would-

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

They were running out of time! Soon Iacon would also fall, the planet was dying, the Autobots were forced to retreat. Everyone was hurrying to load up as much as they could into the Ark before the ship left the planet.

“Swerve---- You seen ---- anywhere?” – Prowl asked.

“Sorry. I have been loading crates the past few cycles. Haven’t seen him anywhere.” – Swerve said, shaking his helm.

Prowl just nodded and walked away.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“----old on! We’re getting to the-----” – someone was pulling him back to the shuttle.

They were ambushed. The Quints had opened their portal above their helms just as they were down to pick up some supplies and materials from the planet and then the warship started sending out drones and more of those ugly tentacled fraggers out!

The team scrambled back to their shuttle to regroup with the others and return to the Ark when the drones started shooting at them. After that… Swerve’s memory files were corrupted.

He remembers being dragged by some bot, his audials ringing with the explosion that knocked him out and there was an excruciating pain on his left side. He remembers the shuttle’s doors closing, then turbulence as they flew off and then…

He though he heard one of the medics and Optimus assuring him that he’s be fine but after that… darkness. He thought that he was going to join the others in the Well…

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

…Until light shined in his optics. He woke up, he was alive. Everything was blurry and he felt awful, he was also somewhere, buried and the light streamed down from a tiny hole above his head. He was trapped, pinned under the weight of the rubble and couldn’t move.

‘What happened? Where am I? Where are the others?!’ – he wondered but his helm ached.

“Uugh…” – he groaned as he tried to move.

“Hey-----Herd so---- there!” – an unfamiliar voice sounded from above.

He probably should be calling for help but his vision was blurry and spots danced at the edges of his visual field.

“Woof! Woof-arf!” – something was standing above and making unintelligible throaty sounds.

It reminded Swerve of the sounds he sometimes heard on organic planets, but then why would there be an organic there? Wasn’t he supposed to be on the Ark? He could barely sense a lot of lifeforms milling above, his sensors fed his muddled processor information he couldn’t even begin to process.

…Wait? Why was he here?

“---ound someone? Good job Brody! Good job boy!” – a feminine voice sounded.

“Woowoo!” – the animal made a joyful noise.

“We found----still trapped under the rubble! Might be a survivor!” – the same voice called again.

“We---- bring the lift and stretcher!” a deeper, male voice sounded “Must be buried deep to not have----" – he continued.

Swerve was panicking a bit but was also feeling sick and confused, his processor still not working right. He could hear the voices above but couldn’t understand what they were talking about. Did the Ark crash? Was it attacked while he was out of commission? Was he and the others somehow trapped on an unfamiliar organic-inhabited planet? He heard speech, so they must be of the intelligent races, right?

“---here! Be careful!” – the man commanded.

“Do you think--- alive? It’s been 2 days---” – a younger voice asked.

“Don’t know--- have to try!” – the man said with a solemn tone.

Soon, Swerve could hear the rocks and metal above his helm move. The beings above were talking and he could occasionally hear the animal barking and scrambling around. At some point he blacked out once more but was woken up by the feeling of pebbles falling down on him. He blearily looked up, just to see the grey stone above move and a beam of light to hit him straight in the faceplate. He hissed through his intake and shut his optics tight.

“There actually is------! They are alive, bring the stretcher!”- the male organic was not looking through the hole.

His face was only partly visible, a colored pair of safety goggles and a yellow helmet covered the top of his head as he peered down at Swerve with a grin.

“Don’t worry we’ll------Everything will be----” – he was talking to Swerve.

The Autobot couldn’t understand a word of what the organic said and he tried to convey that to him, he tried to sue some of the more common dialects used in the cosmos but his processor was still on the fritz and everything was starting to blur and spin once more.

“Uhn…ashjz ka?” – he managed to mumble, completely incoherent.

“We must hurry and pull----- have a concussion-----hospital! Call an am----!” – the man shouted with urgency.

The rocks were now removed with even more haste and the hole became wider. Swerve could see the outlines of other organics circling the hole, all dressed like the leader.

‘Must be from the same team or profession…’ – he thought.

The man took a rope in one hand and lowered himself down to Swerve, careful not to step on anything and inspected the downed Autobot. The organic then shouted something to the others above and started unspooling a bright green rope from his waist. The rope looked flimsy and made from some thread.

‘It is too thin and fragile. It won’t be able to hold me… need steel cable…’ – Swerve wanted to say.

“Ugh… samekh…sss! Aich!” – but instead mumbled something once more and hissed in pain as the organic touched him.

He was in a lot of pain and that scared him even more, his injury must have reached his inner frame! He wanted the organic to not move him, but he couldn’t think clearly nor to form coherent sentence in his voice box. Swerve felt the organic wind the rope around him and tie it. Then, he was hooked onto the same rope the man used to get down to him. Swerve moved weakly as the organics started to lift him but the knots were quite secure.

Soon, somehow, he was lifted out of the hole and the rope held! The organics stretched their limbs as he came closer, their digits pulling the rope and flexing in his direction. One stretched toward his chassis and he moved his left servo to push it away weakly, but instead the organic caught his servo and held it.

His optics widened impossibly wide, his servo… was not a servo. It looked small and very similar to the one of the organics. His gaze moved up with panic, his optics locking with the gaze of the femme holding his helm up. He was venting too fast and all he could do was make a panicked whine before his processor powered down and everything went dark.

……………………………………

Swerve had woken up a few planetary rotations, or days as the locals called it, ago. He was in some… medical bay? Emergency shelter-like place? He was still unsure, he was barely starting to have basic grasp of the local language, plus he couldn’t seem to connect to a network and download the information to his processor- brain- whatever, while in this unfamiliar frame-body-form? And that was without mentioning that he had been somehow injured and the locals would not let him out of his little curtained-off space, so the only information he could get was from the medics, the nearby patients talking and whatever he could see from the tiny window on the wall beside his berth- bed, it was called bed here.

He looked down at the blanket covering his lower half and ran his digits over the smooth material. He was so confused and lost at the moment and really didn’t know that to do. He was in an unfamiliar place in an even more unfamiliar body. Swerve was hurt, he was weakened, he had never felt so vulnerable before, not since the cycle he had been sparked and that… concerned him.

“Good day------. How are you today? Any discomfort or----?” – a nurse approached Swerve.

She was in the usual white and red color scheme medics used back home on Cybertron, so he had quickly guessed her purpose the first time she came. She visited him several times each day to check on him and inquire about his condition.

“No.” – he managed to say, the word he learned was denial.

“Good, then! You are way more responsive to----- than previous days! This is a good----. When you first came, you looked completely cat------ and we thought there could have been some brain damage on top of the concussion.” – she smiled and wrote something down.

Swerve could only nod dumbly, not fully getting the meaning of some words yet, but he certainly felt better now that he could understand some of the conversation and communicate with the organics. He felt so dumb when he only stared and blinked as a pair of important-looking men, which he suspected were this planet’s equivalent of enforcers, came, questioned and then shouted at him when he couldn’t answer. The doctors had chased them off but he suspected they might come back, since with his current knowledge, he now knew they were questioning him about his identity.

“I brought some---- and ----- today.” the nurse said, drawing Swerve’s attention “It is---- but pretty good, considering what happened last week.” – she smiled and brought him a tray of organic fuel- food.

He took it from her servos- hands, he reminded himself and she just stood there and watched him. Apparently, he had greatly worried them when he would not consume any of the food, so now they were watching him refuel-eat. So, even though Swerve did not yet feel the rumbling of an empty tank, he made himself eat slowly, the nurse happy to see him make progress. By the time she felt satisfied and left him on his own, he had finished half the portion.

‘What am I going to do now? I have to go and find what happened with the others on the Ark, I am worried about them but… Will I be able to return back? Will I even be able to contact them from wherever this place is? Not to mention this new form…’ – he flexed his fingers and stared as the fleshy exterior moved.

…………………………………..

A month after waking up on this planet, Earth, he was finally released from the hospital. He was led out by a ‘social worker’ with a nametag H. Bright pinned on his jacket. He only had the clothes on his back, a small folder of documents and his new ID with him as they exited the hospital. The city was still a bit of a mess but repairs were already underway. An enforcer- police officer, he reminded himself, was waiting for them outside.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Doe. There have been many server failures due to the alien attacks and a lot of data was lost, so it is not that odd that you are not in the system. I am sure this whole mess will be sorted soon enough!” – Mr. Bright said with a reassuring smile.

Swerve only nodded awkwardly and climbed into the police car.

“We’re going to drive you to the shelter and get you settled in. You have your temporary ID, right?” – the officer asked.

“Yes.” – Swerve answered and opened the document folder.

Inside was a small pile of documents and on top of it sat a small plastic card with a picture of Swerve’s current form – a caucasian man in his mid-twenties, short and slightly szocky build, green eyes and reddish-brown hair, there was a bit of stubble on his chin and he was staring at the camera with a thousand-yard stare. The name John Doe was printed beside the picture along with his ID number. Swerve looked down at the card with distaste and a lot of discomfort.

He remembered the day clearly, the detectives had returned, just as he suspected, once they were informed, he was healing and more coherent. They had questioned him for what seemed to be a few breems, but it was actually just a few hours, about who he was, what he was doing there and what his purpose was and also, apparently has a psychic evaluation made about him.

Swerve read through the documents in front of him as the car drove through the damaged streets.

‘Patient seems to be suffering from a complete retrograde amnesia due to severe head trauma, which resulted into a 3-day coma upon arrival at the hospital. Patient showed irregular breathing patterns in the beginning, before his readings were stabilized a few hours later. After waking up, the patient was near catatonic, staring into empty space or at personal and other patients and not responding to any attempts at communication. Later, patient slowly recovered and regained normal functions.

The amnesia and delusions of the patient might also be the result of the time the patient spent injured and trapped under the rubble. The patient mentioned being a giant robot a few times, maybe as a coping mechanism to the trauma and memory loss…’ – Swerve stopped reading and closed the folder.

He was not delusional! He clearly remembered his life back on Cybertron, his friends, his comrades, the war – he remembered every single cycle from his sparking up to waking up on this organic planet! And yet…

‘I had to pretend and accept the amnesia claims to not be written off as crazy or worse…’ – the currently human Autobot grimaced.

In the week prior to his discharge, he had learned a lot about this planet’s current situation. The Quintessons were actively attacking the natives and before said attacks, the humans were not even aware of intelligent alien life even existing! He didn’t know whether to laugh of vent out in frustration. This planet was so out of reach and behind the other civilizations  that they not only had not started space-faring properly but many thought the only life out there in the near-infinite cosmos was on their planet and the rest was just…microbes! Fragging microbes!

Swerve noticed the police officer glancing back at him and forced his expression into a calm one.

‘I really am stuck here on my own…’

Not only did he not have a way to contact the Autobots but aliens were viewed with a ton of negativity due to the Quints attacking and being the only alien life, this planet has seen. He didn’t want to imagine what might happen if he tried to make a communicator and he was found trying to contact someone in space. So, he had to hold it all in and bear with it until he found a solution to his predicament.

‘Still, why John Doe?! Why couldn’t they accept that my name was Swerve?’

===1 year later ===

Swerve was in the factory’s cafeteria. He was wearing a gray shirt, his blue work uniform, a protective apron with a few oil stains and yellow protective goggles. He had found this job soon after arriving at the shelter with no official ID and no family to be found. He worked hard to get a small place in the old apartments of the city and earn a living. After all, just like credits on Cubertron, dollars were necessary to live comfortably in the USA. He was lucky that he was so good with technology and this place had been in desperate need of engineers for the new anti-alien machines they were making, desperate enough to hire a man with no official identity as long as he was good and Swerve was DAMN good with his hands. He quickly became one of the best engineers in the whole facility.

“Hey, Swerve! How’s it going?” – the cook greeted him.

“Good, Phil. We had a bit of trouble with one of the new engines but I managed to fix it up very quickly.” Swerve smiled “Can you give me-“

“The day’s special with a side of fries, garlic sauce and a coke?” – Phil smiled, already putting the food on the tray.

“Heh, you know me very well, Phil.”

“How can’t I? You order has been almost always the same for this entire year you’ve been working here! It’s not that hard to guess.” – the cook winked.

“Yeah… I guess. Hahaha.” – he laughed awkwardly before moving on.

Swerve sat on an empty table and began eating the food, having actually began to like the taste a while ago, trying out the different dishes, despite not exactly feeling the ‘hunger pangs’ even if he didn’t eat for a few days, but he got addicted to fries dipped in garlic sauce as a result of his experiments, so now he always ordered a portion.

“Swerve! Hopkins just called! He says a few ‘big shots’ have come asking about you!” – Eliza, one of the secretaries approached his table.

“Hm? Wha-“ he had to quickly swallow his fries “What big shots? What happened? Is it an issue with an order again?”

“I don’t know. He just said he wants you in his office in the next 10 minutes.” – Eliza sighed and looked apologetically at the engineer.

“Well, I better get going, then.” – he smiled and left his half-eaten lunch at the return counter.

‘I just hope there’s not another issue with a big order. My audials were ringing from all that quarreling.’ – Swerve grimaced.

………………………………………

Swerve entered Hopkins’ office, expecting to see a red-faced manager, instead he was greeted by two men in suits, all “Men in Black” style (yes, he watched the movie) and his boss acting overly-friendly to them. Swerve was so weirded out by how much the usually proud boss was acting like a bootlicker. Suddenly, all gazes were onto him.

“Y-you wanted to see me, Mr. Hopkins…” – Swerve stuttered.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Doe! Please sit down.” Hopkins gestured at the free chair “Mr. Doe is one of our best engineers here at M-“

“We are aware. That’s why MECH sent us here.” – one of the men cut the manager off with his deep voice.

“Y-yes! My apologies!” – Hopkins looked almost like he was about to fall over and that scared Swerve.

“Mr. Doe.” – one of the men addressed him.

“Yes!” – Swerve almost jumped up when the man stood up.

“We are representatives of MECH, the new organization that is developing mechs to fight the alien invaders.” – the man began.

Swerve knew very well who they were, after all their factory was one of many responsible for building machines and creating components for MECH.

“We were sent here to offer you a position at MECH’s main R&D branch.” – the man finished.

“Huh?!” – Swerve was shocked, were they serious?

“The director heard of your engineering prowess and experience, so he officially invited you on an interview and offers a position on the spot if you are to accept the deal.” – the second man said, also standing up.

Both Swerve and Hopkins were stunned into silence.

“Here’s the official invitation with details, a contact number, email and the available interview dates, if you are to accept. The contract would be negotiated after accepting the position. That would be all. Good day.” – the first man handed Swerve an envelope and the two men left.

……………………………………

Swerve ended up accepting the job after a lengthy interview and a look around the R&D publicly-accessible are. The technology there was probably the best on the planet, but they were also desperately in need of help. He did not want the planet overrun by the Quints while he was still trapped there and with no way to contact the Autobots, so this was his own way of helping with what he could. After all, if Optimus was here, he would have also fought to save Earth.

With his meager belongings loaded into the moving truck, Swerve climbed into the passenger seat and left for his new home. He looked back and took one last look at the half-destroyed Los Angeles before the moving truck left.

[scalproie]

S1:E3

Raf can actually understand Bee via autism communication

Ok so the dark energon creature from last ep's ending just immediately reveals itself okay

Big fan of the visual of this being Ratchet against a huge spider

"I needed that" counter: 2

I love you Optimus counter: idk i might be at 6

LET ME HOTBOX THIS SHIP IN PEACE, STARSCREAM

Takes a single blunt, refuse to ellaborate and leave

Oh I know Soundwave is already trying to blow up Starscream with his mind

I love how Optimus just immediately guess that Meg is doing necromancy drugs as we speak

Ok it took three eps but the animation is catching up, i like the little character animations

Aaah Ratchet securing his place as the second best bot in this show I see

Handing my feminist card back in advance bc I KNOW i will not warm up to Miko anytime soon. Im so sorry i know shes a teenage girl and shes supposed to be annoying bc its funny or whatever but I cannnt im sorry

Put my "Im that kind of annoying tf fan that has yet to like a human character in a tf show" card in the space my feminist card used to be

Oh thank god were back to the bots

"And I fear Megatron's memory is as long as history" is that why you liked him mr. archivist

LASERBEAK

Alright Fowler gets a human pass #adultprivileges

WTF WAS THAT SHOT OF STARSCREAM

I need that plane annihilated

God and im only on ep3.

Vehicons💜

PLEASE PUT THE FEAR OF DEATH IN THIS GIRL I BEG OF THEE

Putting a little pin in my heart on the fact that Bulkhead was once struggling with one (1) vehicon

oh fuck yeah robo-gore

Actually kinda funny how quickly it all fell appart how did these guys survived for that long

Haha "metal to the pedal" <- Wants To Rewatch Tfone So Bad

YOURE ALL SO STUPID

oh thank fuck we now return to OP and Ratchet

AND MEGATRON

HES HIGH

Screw everything else just let Ratchet and Megatron throw down please please please

We get it Meg you and OP have history yadda yadda

THREW THE BLUNT TO THE GROUND

Megatron is so incredibly funny to me so far, been on vacations for three years and just start doing whatever upon arrival, minimum context, god bless

[mincedpeaches]

Genuinely curious but is it okay to ask why you don't like ko/bd esp compared to other canon tf ships? (I'm personally neutral abt them since i only watched tfp as a kid & when they appeared in idw i was just 🤷 )

Is it okay to ask? Anon this is you and me right now

It’s been many years since I’ve watched the show, so I’m going to put a disclaimer on everything I’m recalling in this post by saying that I could be recalling incorrectly, but also I remember I specifically tried and FAILED to put my shipping goggles on for KOxBD when I did my tfp rewatch back in (oh lord) 2015 after not having watched the show since it aired. And I was only REAFFIRMED in my stance that: Oh. There’s nothing interesting here. They genuinely read as coworkers to me. There is no compatibility to expand upon that seems interesting. I do not get it and it does NOT compel me.

Knock Out as a character before Breakdown dies was presented as wholly selfish and self-interested. The way he is presented in fan works with Breakdown is almost always antithetical to that. One of the favorite KOxBD crumbs people I remembered people liking; the “this was so much easier with Breakdown around” line when Knock Out is trying to wax his back, read more to me about how Breakdown’s absence is an inconvenience to him. There didn't seem to be any deep affection there, no pinning - nothing really even hinting at anything more. Knock Out is a sultry character by nature but I swear he flirted more with Optimus than he did with Breakdown. And meanwhile Breakdown was hitting on Arachnid lmao. Which to be fair, I’m not going to pretend that a man hitting on a woman has stopped me from shipping them with another man, but again, there was nothing with his dynamic with Knock Out that provided anything interesting to expand upon. I recall him having next to no thoughts on it outside their battles. His somewhat affable demeanor when he talked to the Vehicons wasn’t even really seen in the show with Knock Out as far as I remember. He died before anything could even hope to be interesting with them.

And then MEANWHILE in fanon world, it feels like its yaoi clichés all the way down. Which makes complete sense if you believe there’s nothing interesting in their dynamic to start with, since yaoi clichés can fill in the pieces when you want to slam two hot guys together and stand in for their personalities.  Granted I haven’t bothered to read any fanfiction with them in the spotlight (that I remember) and the clichés I’m picking up were mostly gleaned through fanart, but it all goes back to there not being an interesting enough dynamic for me to want to read fanfic in the first place. Compare to my tfp underdog ship, Knock Out/Starscream where the KOxSS moments seem so plentiful and interesting. Type in “Knock Out Breakdown” into youtube. You get a video “Knock Out and Breakdown teaming up”, a five minute video where they hardly even talk to each other, with Knock Out giving Breakdown the FYI that he left a battle with all the gravitas of a coworker saying sorry that he’s leaving you on shift but he’s clocking out for his smoke break.  

But type in “Knock Out Starscream” and you get “knockout and starscream being disaster ‘friends’ for 11 minutes” (air quotes included) where they microaggress each other, scheme together, interact as doctor/patient, scheme some more, try to beat each other up, trade barbs non-stop, BUMBLE their way through fighting zombies, and betray each other all the time. It’s soooo much fun. And hell, this video has the best KOxBD moment as far as I’m concerned, with the whole “you’re no Breakdown” line when they’re having their moment hiding from the zombies. But that line, like most KOxBD, felt like a barely there conjecture within the show. I didn’t get to see how Breakdown compared to Starscream such that Knock Out would say a line like that. As far as I recall, even with my yaoi goggles on, Knock Out and Breakdown in the show barely DO anything together.

And in the end I’m mostly 🤷 about it too - except for SOMEHOW the ship is popular enough to be winning tf yaoi polls left and right, getting them in IDW as a real couple, getting people to fanon Wildbreak as their child because he kinda looks like them, and having people mention Knock Out’s name in relation to Earthspark!Breakdown even though ES!Breakdown feels more G1 inspired and has his GREAT thing with Bumblebee, and I’m just like. Enough. Be serious.

[melishade]

Attack on Prime Autobot Anthology: Sixth Sense

Main Story

Mikasa Ackerman

Wheeljack’s Perspective

A New Identity

"So why did Hanji call both of us here again?" Arcee demanded as she stepped out of the Jackhammer. They had just arrived at Hanji's outdoor office, full of equipment, 3D gear, and damaged tree trunks, "You're the one who does the experiments with them."

"Commander wanted to test something new and they said that they had to 'put a pin in'," Wheeljack explained.

"Let go of me!" Someone screamed at the top of their lungs. They looked over to see Hanji dragging the first human that they met on this world: Sasha. She was being dragged to the site by the waist, desperately trying to break free.

"I need your help because you have a similar gift to Mike, and I want to analyze it!" Hanji proclaimed.

"Is this what Eren goes through?!" Sasha demanded.

"You also owe us for keeping Wheeljack and Arcee a secret-!" Hanji noticed Wheeljack and Arcee staring in surprise, "Hi!"

"Hanji, I thought this was important," Arcee said.

"It is!" Hanji plopped Sasha right in front of them before gesturing to her, "This is Sasha Blause!"

"Heeeeyyy...," Sasha dragged out as she gave a small wave.

"Right, you said that you wouldn't tell anyone about us," Wheeljack recalled.

"Which I am still mad about." Hanji poked Sasha in the cheek, "But that's not why I brought her here! See, Sasha has a tremendous sixth sense, that for some reason, is able to pick up on Cybertronians like you guys!"

Arcee looked perplexed at the notion, but Wheeljack was curious.

"Really?" Wheeljack asked them.

"Yeah!" Hanji exclaimed, "That's how she was able to know you were here in the first place."

"I don't like this!" Sasha exclaimed.

"We are not going to run severe experiments," Hanji reassured, "I want to see how far your sixth sense can reach."

"It can reach over walls! Can I go?!" Sasha practically begged.

"Wait, what do you mean walls?" Arcee asked.

Sasha sighed in response. "When Wall Rose was breached, I...sensed what I later learned was Buckethead. And apparently, he was in Wall Maria or somewhere farther along while I was in Wall Rose."

"That's interesting," Wheeljack commented as he squatted down, "What'd you sense?"

Sasha's face turned into a grimace. "Chaos. It felt so...toxic. It was dark energy, like...if I feel like a dangerous predator is watching me, waiting to strike."

"Well, that's one way to describe Megatron," Arcee proclaimed.

"Yeah, and for some reason, I could tell that it was from his chest," Sasha added.

"His chest?" Wheeljack asked, earning a nod from Sasha.

"That's where he jammed dark energon into his spark," Arcee explained, "I guess he still has it in there. Explains why Optimus is questioning if killing him would be the worse option."

"Oh, can you do me?" Wheeljack couldn't help but ask as he pointed to himself, "What do you sense when I'm near?"

Sasha thought it over for a moment. "Gunpowder, or oil. Sometimes it even smells like fire."

"You keep blowing everything up, of course the stench of your grenades will keep following you," Arcee teased.

"Arcee?" Wheeljack pointed to his partner.

Sasha thought it over. "Metal. Like the metal I would taste in my own blood."

"The blood of your enemies, 'Cee," Wheeljack grinned at her.

Arcee rolled her optics in response. "I guess even if I wash the energon from my blades, the smell is still there."

Arcee shook her helm at that, not wanting to go deeper than she needed to, but an idea sprung into her processors. "What about Optimus? What do you sense in him?"

"Um..." Sasha looked over at Hanji, but they merely gestured for her to explain, "Pure energy? Like...clear, water from a stream, or a clear, blue, sky untouched by clouds. I...also sensed it from his chest."

Arcee and Wheeljack quickly spared glances at each other, thinking the same thing. Was it the Matrix of Leadership? Like the actual Matrix? But the Matrix could be a fake. There have been copies of it made in the past, but the Matrix was a powerful artifact. Still, going off of the senses of one girl without concrete evidence wasn't a good idea.

"So, have you encountered something like this?" Hanji asked them.

"Well, no," Arcee answered, causing Hanji to hang their head in defeat, "At least not like this."

"I'm listening." Hanji raised their head.

"We had a few human allies on Earth," Arcee explained, "One of them, despite not even knowing what our language was, was able to understand one of our comrades using a binary code because his voice box was damaged."

Hanji gasped. "A disabled Cybertronian! Oh that's so interesting! But how was he able to understand him?"

"We don't know," Arcee admitted, "Raf was never really able to explain it to us, but we just assumed that it was because of his affinity for technology and data. It was really weird for him to even know that, considering how young he was."

"Hm," Hanji hummed as they wrote this information down, "Well I do hope to meet this 'Raf' so I can ask him my own questions. But for now!"

Sasha yelped as Hanji slammed their hands on her shoulders. "Let's run some experiments!"

"No!" Sasha warned.

"They're harmless!" Hanji reassured before pointing behind Wheeljack, "Stand over there!"

"Okay, Commandant!" Wheeljack waved as he walked over to the spot Hanji pointed to. Arcee looked up to the sky for a moment. She couldn't help but wonder how the humans were doing right now.

==

On Earth

Rafael was looking at the fabric of one of the MECH suits the US government managed to acquire from their last known location. He didn't like the idea that they came from corpses, but maybe the teen was just more offput by the fact that their own leader betrayed them in cold blood after they did everything to revive him. The orange-haired seventeen-year-old rolled up the sleeves of his lab coat and jotted some notes down regarding the material. Kevlar, Aramid, Twaron, he even managed to pick up Cybertronian metals woven into the fabric. He couldn't help but be impressed with the former organization's work. The material was heat-resistant and bullet proof to a good portion of the weapons on Earth.

Rafael raised his head from the microscope before mindlessly grabbing his coffee mug and drinking the contents in a few gulps.

"How's analysis coming?" Jack asked him as the twenty one-year-old walked into his work space.

"It's coming," Rafael answered, "MECH probably made some of the best armor money could buy."

"Or steal," Jack quipped as he sat down in another chair and rolled over next to his friend, "Are you going to try and recreate it?"

"That's the plan," Rafael answered as he looked back under the microscope, "And since Cybertron's a bridge away, we can get even better materials to make it stronger."

"That's good," Jack nodded before looking at the fabric, "Just don't make it green."

"Miko's going to be upset about that," Rafael commented.

"Yeah, well I don't want to be reminded of MECH when I put it on," Jack declared, "When you're done, come eat dinner okay? I know you care about this, but you need to enjoy being a teen."

"I'll be over, just let me focus," Rafael reassured.

(More bonding between Sasha, Arcee, and Wheeljack, and we get to see a glimpse of what's been happening on Earth. This isn't the first time I've peeked over at Earth. I did it in the one shots, but it was still fun.)

[mychlapci]

TFA Oppy breeding anon.

When the dinobots finally fall asleep, Prowl and Bee start trying to get a blissed out and filled up Optimus out of their grasps. They manage to do so and start bringing him back to base so Ratchet could look over him. Both of them are also hyper aware that both Ratchet and Bulkhead expected them to be back by now so that’s not going to be to face. What they didn’t realize was that Swoop woke up soon after they left the clearing and the pteranodon went “heck where did the pretty go” so went to follow the trio.

Prowl and Bee manage to get Oppy back to Detroit’s docks, where Ratchet is standing nearby because why the fuck did they take so long. The medic then sees Optimus all filled and glares at Prowl and Bee. Swoop suddenly tries to take “the pretty” (Optimus) back and there’s a bit of chaos before Ratchet manages to pin Swoop against the building with his magnets. Swoop is basically screaming at them because “the pretty belongs to dinobots” and Ratchet is like “oh great you fuckers knocked him didn’t you”. He knows that Optimus will want the transfluid of the mecha who knocked him up/the sires, but at the same time like does he really trust the dinobots? He tells Prowl and Bee to get Optimus back to base and explain the situation to Bulkhead.

They do so and Ratchet tries to get Swoop to not come back. It fails and Swoop continues screaming that Optimus needs to stay with the dinobots. Ratchet eventually yeets Swoop into the ocean and heads back to base. Swoop is like “yo wtf” and decides to see Oppy is currently living.

The next day, the dinobots are somehow at their base and Ratchet tries to kick them because Optimus was supposed to not get pregnant again so soon dang it. Prowl calms Ratchet down because there’s a good chance Optimus will wake up soon and want transfluid, so having the dinobots here is better than bringing him out to Dinobot island every single time.

Ratchet is an upsetti spaghetti in the main room of the base they hear the dinobots fulfill Optimus’s need for transfluid for his next litter in Oppy’s room. The first litter is very confuzzled about the weird noises coming from carrier’s room, but the other sires manage to distract them.

the Dinobots moving to Detroit because Optimus is there and they need to keep him topped up on transfluid now that he’s definitelly pregnant... Optimus is well past the point of apologizing for this, too excited to be carrying again to listen to Ratchet’s scolding... once again we are back to my favourite fantasy, which in this case is Optimus with cradling a baby while rocking a fat, pregnant belly again :) you know dinobot sparklings are gonna be big, but everyone seems to be far more worried about that than Optimus is...

[moonlight-tmd]

what if, what if, what if

one member of team prime sings the song "this day aria" from MLP friendship is magic

but only the part that goes: "no, I do not love the groom. in my heart there is no room. but I still want him to be all mine"

sorry, this is giving me brain rot since I listened to that song and my hyper fixation on transformers is not helping

oooh i know exactly what you're talking about.

I went on youtube and found a perfect scenario to this version of the song. This is purely for the MLP: FIM vibe-

Blitzwing betrays the Decepticons and ends up with Bee and Autobots- in that version, the Autobots decided to build a peaceful colony/asylum on Earth for all the other Cybertronians, there's both Autobots, Decepticons and many other neutral folks along with techno-organics n stuff.

Optimus is the ruler of that colony and Blitz and Bee want to Sparkbond- so of course there is a big ceremony thrown. Similar to Mane 5, Team Prime is invited as special guests with Optimus in the role of the one to give them the blessing n stuff- the priest basically. Prowl, who's been adventuring around the globe comes back to the colony- it's way bigger than when he left it.

They all meet up and talk about it, but something's not right- Prowl notices strangely off behavior from Blitzwing. The most odd detail is that he seems to never switch faces. He was somewhat close with Blitz in the past, but it's been a while since he saw him so he brushes it off. It doesn't stop however. Bee is also a little off, Prowl talks to him if everything's okay but Bee tells him he's overthinking again.

Blitzwing continues to be off-putting, at one point Prowl voices his concern to others who just tell him to leave it. But alas, Prowl keeps going, he spies on Blitzwing and overheards him talking with someone on the comms- something about a plan, about taking over.

He's worried, he doesn't say anything- but one day when they were preparing the hall and stuff and talking Prowl speaks up, the talk becomes more of an argument and Prowl slips. Of course it doesn't end well. Blitzwing tells him it was about the future project he's been doing for Bee in secret and Prowl just ruined it. Now everyone is upset with him.

Later Prowl is sitting in one of the private gardens the great hall had, Blitzwing comes up to him- you can guess what happened- Prowl apologized and Blitz just knocks him out. The next thing he knows is that he wakes up in some cave- no, a mine. And next to him is- Blitzwing? He's damaged and dirty with chains clinging to his wrists and neck. Prowl tries to attack but Blitz pins him down, Prowl want to yell at Blitz but he cuts him off explaining that this wasn't him at all- apparently Shockwave has escaped and along with other Decepticons are planning to take over the colony. Shockwave has made himself look like Blitzwing, most likely thanks to Blackarachnia, he gave Bumblebee a virus to make him act like everything's normal. Prowl suspects that's why he's been put here, because he was gonna blow Shock's cover.

Now you know what time it is. The dramatic love musical where Shockwave is there disguised as Blitz and the real Blitz is trying to escape the unfamiliar mines with Prowl.

And so, the ceremony happens, everyone but Prowl is there. Sari is worried but then Ratchet chimes in recalling what he did and maybe he's too embarrassed to show up.

The vows are being said, the final 'yes' is just few words away- then something crashes thru the wall. From the rubble raises Prowl, but before they can say anything, another Blitzwing stands up. "JOUR PRETENDER-AFT STAY AVAY FROM MY HUMMEL!!" He yells while pointing to the Blitzwing by the altar.

Then all hell breaks loose; The fake Blitzwing yells and few of the warframes in the crowd start to wreck chaos, the Elite Guard and Team Prime are up for defense as the Decepticons wreck the colony outside too. Two Blitzwings fight and one reveals themselves to be Shockwave- his plating falls from his frame and he rips his blue face out.

It seems like an unfair fight but you know how it is- with the power of love and friendship, Team Prime overpowers the evil. They apologise to Prowl, who also apologises for his behavior. Bee is freed from the virus and now they need to rebuild a chunk of the colony from the attack. But before that- in the ruins of the great hall gather Team Prime and Bee and Blitz are given the ceremony, not the grand one that was planned but it might have been even better like that.

Either that or it's Wasp disguised as Bee and he's conjunxing Prowl (trying to ruin someone's life again i see) and it's Sari who's stuck with real Bee in the cave.

Sorry if i'm missing something or misunderstand but this was too good not to write.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Between a Car and a Hard Place (Human Series)

Title: Between a Car and a Hard Place Author: Keelywolfe Fandom: TF: Bayverse Series: Human Series: Chapter: 52 Pairings: Sam/Bumblebee, Ratchet/Optimus, Mikaela/Prowl

Notes: Wow, does this take me back, about a decade ago. Never say never!

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The seats inside Bumblebee looked and felt like leather, a good enough impersonation to fool anyone who didn’t get right up close enough to notice they didn’t actually smell like leather. Which honestly made perfect sense, of course they didn’t, it wasn’t like they’d been raising space cows on Cybertron. Sam knew the seats weren’t leather, just like he knew there was no plastic in the fenders, no steel in the frame. He didn’t know what Autobots were actually made of, he’d never thought to ask, but lying here with his face pressed into those not-leather seats while recovering from Bumblebee’s scan was probably not the time to start.

Bumblebee’s kiss was still tingling through him or maybe that was an aftereffect of the scan. His nerves were still twanging from whatever Bee had done to him, skittering pins-and-needles over his skin. Bee himself was straddling Sam’s hips, the weight of his holo offering little comfort. After the events of the past few days, what little sleep had Sam managed couldn’t begin to combat his exhaustion and what he wouldn’t give to be back home, back in their warm, comfortable bed—

Except he didn’t even know if home was there anymore or if they’d ever be going back. Again. The second home he’d lost in as many months and Sam felt…nothing. Only that same bone-deep exhaustion.

“Am I...did he…” Sam didn’t even know what he was asking. Outside, the darkness was complete, a fingernail crescent of moon hanging sky offering no light. Nothing but the vast emptiness of the desert and Sam shivered, hunching down further into the seats.

“I couldn’t see any sign of virus.” Bee leaned in closer to dab at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and Sam wondered if he’d been drooling while Bumblebee checked out his inner workings. He’d be embarrassed if he could feel anything past uncomfortably numb. “When it comes to the arena of viral scanning, I’m a few steps above talented amateur and a few below expert. I’m comfortable enough with my assessment to recommend someone else could safely doublecheck my work. I'm also not a medic, but my scans seem to indicate he took a sample of your cerebral fluid."

"Uck," Sam shivered uncontrollably with old memories of his Dungeons and Dragons phase, extraterrestrial robots taking on the role of mindflayer. "Why would he do that?"

"I wish I knew." Bee hunched over to bury his face into the hollow of Sam’s collarbone, inhaling deeply. There, that was a tingle of some emotion, just a flicker of warmth, a candlelight in the darkness. "This is far beyond my purview, Sam.”

Sam managed a cracked, dry chuckle. How had he even managed to drool with how dry his mouth was; they’d left the hamburgers and drinks behind, they’d need to find someplace to stop. Next time they’d have to pack some kind of go-bag, snacks and drinks, maybe some extra clothes—only he’d really prefer if next time remained as a hypothetical. He rested his cheek on top of Bumblebee’s head and said, "If you haven't noticed, I'm neck deep in shit myself."

A surprised huff of air blew ticklishly against his neck, almost a laugh. "Yes, well, I think we need to consult an expert in the realm of ‘neck deep’. Ratchet needs to look you over. He's one of the best viral code hackers I've ever met."

“Yeah?” Sam shifted up on one elbow, looking down at Bee skeptically, “The way I remember it, he didn’t do so well last time.”

Bumblebee waved that off. “That virus was particularly virulent and fast moving. If he’d gotten to it sooner, things might be much different right now.”

Maybe, and as happy as he would be to be able to ditch his little robotic hitchhikers, there was no guarantee things wouldn’t have ended up worse. If Ratchet hadn’t brought him along, if he hadn’t needed to say goodbye and unintentionally given his immune system a chance to pit itself against the virus. “Different is not the same as better.”

“True.”

The warmth of Bumblebee’s holoform against him was soothing, warmer than normal, maybe he was increasing his body heat for Sam. It was possible, other holos always seemed to feel cooler, sometimes too cool, like Sunstreaker…like that Decepticon and Sam shivered again, helplessly, wrapped both arms around Bee in an effort to absorb more of that warmth. "Do you think it's safe to contact them?"

Bee gave him a lopsided shrug, jostling his arms. "I don’t know. You scanned clean, but as I said, it could be buried past my ability to detect.” He made a sound of frustration. “It makes no sense; if the Decepticons were going to take you, they could have. So why didn’t they?"

"Not the Decepticons. One Decepticon."

"That's true. One Decepticon, who might have his own reasons. Decepticons can border on radical with their loyalty, but certainly enough of them have their own agendas. " He pushed up on his elbow and frowned down at Sam, his expression barely visible in the dashboard lights. "He gave no indication at all of his designation?"

“He said he wasn’t Barricade.”

“No, I’d already guessed that. Unless he’s very recently upgraded, he couldn’t possibly cloak from my scans.” He sighed. “But I also wasn’t scanning constantly, I couldn’t without increasing the possibility of someone breaking through my cloak. I can’t be sure if that’s how we were found or if Ravager was simply able to triangulate possible future locations based on our position last night and sent it out before I offlined him.”

“You’re sure he was—“ Sam swallowed around the thickness in his throat, “offlined?”

“Very.”

“So it couldn’t have been him. This guy had red hair and the way he looked,” Sam shuddered, gorge rising and sourness lingering at the back of his mouth. “I thought Sunstreaker was crazy, but his eyes, the way he talked.” He raised his hands helplessly “There was something just off about him, it’s hard to describe.”

Bumblebee considered. “Can you show me?”

“Show you?”

“The same way you’d send a message to me,” Bumblebee said, “send me a picture of him. It’s all data, a picture should transfer as well as words.”

“Oh. I can try.” Sam screwed up his face and focused on his memory, making it as clear as he could in his thoughts before he pushed it towards Bumblebee the same way he’d sent words earlier. At first, he wasn’t sure it worked; it felt a lot like when he’d been a little kid trying to use the Force on his toys after his parents took him to see Star Wars, only as a kid he hadn’t felt like a failure when it didn’t work. He was about to try again when Bee let out a sound, not from his holo but from his engine, a snarling rev that was almost a growl.

Above him, Bee exhaled through clenched teeth. “Starscream. Yes. If there is any Decepticon with an agenda of their own, it would be him.”

Sam looked away from him and out the window into the darkness, remembering another night, when he’d taken off in a stupid panic trying to…what? Prove something, to himself, to Bumblebee, and all he’d done was put them in more danger than he could have ever expected. "This is all my fault. He wouldn’t have been interested in my brain fluids if I’d just stayed on base like I was supposed to."

Bumblebee made a soft sound of denial. "They would have learned the truth eventually. We couldn't hope to keep it concealed from their spies forever."

Sam wasn’t so sure about that. "They wouldn't have figured it out so fast if I hadn’t gone into town and Barricade hadn’t gotten a front row seat."

"Perhaps," Bee agreed softly. "Perhaps not. There's no point in second guessing now.”

Sam thought there was plenty of point in it, but he could wallow in that guilt later. "Could they do what Sunstreaker said? Could they use me to bring back Megatron?"

In his lap, Bee moved restlessly, as if trying to physically avoid the question. "I don't know," Bumblebee said finally, reluctantly. "Your receptors are barely more than a scattering of dust in terms of size but considering the power of the Allspark, if they removed them all, found a way to replicate them en masse, it's possible," he admitted, his arms around Sam tightening to the point of discomfort. "But you wouldn't survive the process."

"Was this another thing you and Ratchet were going to tell me about later?" Sam asked, a little acidly. Yeah, they were trying to protect him, he got that, but for once it would be nice to be in the know before the consequences came pounding on his door.

"I hadn't even considered it a possibility, much less anything that required confession," Bumblebee sighed. "It seems obvious now. But I don't believe Ratchet considered it, either. Your energy signature is so minuscule, your receptors are so few compared to a mech, but if they found a way to replicate…or to communicate with them," Bumblebee said suddenly, shifting to sit up. "If they were in possession of the genetic blueprint to the Allspark they might be able to--of all the pit-spawned glitched things to not think of!" He hit his forehead with a closed fist. “He doesn’t mean to resurrect Megatron, he means to recreate the Allspark itself! I never even conceived the possibility and Starscream of all mechs--”

"Neither did anyone else," Sam drew his knees up and rested his chin on his knees. "So if the other Decepticons get me, they could, what? Dissect me for parts and make a new Allspark?"

"You have the makings of the Allspark within you," Bee said with whispered horror. "Oh, Sam. What have we done to you?"

"You didn't do anything, none of you," Sam said fiercely. "If I'm not allowed to blame myself for this shit then neither are you! It's the Decepticons who did this."

“We need to get to Ratchet,” Bee said decisively. “Now.”

Before Bumblebee could roll away from him or even disappear, Sam tightened his hold. “Um, maybe not right this second?” he said, meekly, even as he rolled his hips up against Bee.

For the first time since they’d began, Bumblebee looked less than enthusiastic about the idea of sex. Only a brief glimpse of impatience before it was masked and Sam swallowed hard, wishing he didn’t have to ask for this.

“I could just…you know…” Sam gestured feebly, the tried-and-true jerking motion. “You don’t have to—”

A gentle kiss cut off his words, warm hands teasing at his waistband, “No,” Bumblebee murmured warmly into his mouth, “I’d rather not try driving with any distractions. And you, love, always hold my attention.”

Any other protest, feeble or otherwise, quickly dissolved into moans and if Bee was trying to hurry him along, it sure didn’t show.

~~*~~

Over the long years of the war, Ratchet had unfortunately become very adept at operating under less-than-optimal conditions. When he’d took his vows as a medic so long ago, never had he expected in the not-too-distant future to be caught up in an all out war leading from Cybertron to kneeling in mud of some Primus forsaken dwarf planet with acid rain hissing down on his armor as he tore through the chest plate of another wounded mech in a desperate attempt to save their life while munitions thundered overhead, a counterpoint to the equal thundering of the clouds roiling above them.

Millenia later he was here on Earth, and operating on tiny humans whose systems he’d only spent a year studying with insistent need prickling at the back of his processors was nowhere near the top of the list for worst conditions for surgery, but it was certainly on that list. That need was getting harder to ignore, a distraction that he did not need, and if Sam’s receptors requiring frequent recharges was inconvenient, then on a medic it was simply unacceptable. As the only medical officer currently available, he often spent days at a time in surgery, he couldn’t ask his patients to pretty please hold on a moment while he dragged Optimus away from his equally important work to satisfy the needs of a few slagging ancient rudimentary bastards who adamantly refused to accept the energy humming tantalizingly close from his own systems, oh, no, only a buffet in the form of overloading close to a Prime was acceptable to those little slaggers.

It was a problem that needed an answer and soon. What a shame that he was starting to run out of solutions.

Ratchet shoved that increasingly persistent need to the back of his processors again, carrying his latest Human patient from surgery and settling him gently beneath the monitors. If anyone were to look at the Human, they’d see undamaged skin on his chest with no sign of the ugly damage there only hours ago. No visible sign but simple scan would show scars beneath the surface, carefully precise repairs to bone and organs. The Human himself would never be able to see it, would never know exactly what Ratchet had done to save his life and that was fine by him. The soldier would still have to live with the trauma of what happened but that was far out of Ratchet’s department.

Ratchet took a moment to check on the patients still waiting for their turn under the laser scalpel. Epps, now elevated to his highest concern, was still sleeping peacefully as the nanites worked on his leg. So long as Epps was stable, Ratchet intended to put his surgery off till the last; the damage was significant enough that Ratchet estimated it would require several hours of work, perhaps less if Jolt were able to assist. There were two other humans who required minor surgery and then twins were still waiting to be onlined again, for better or worse.

The others were impatient for that, messaging him frequently for updates on when he’d be able to revive the twins for more questioning on the whereabouts of Bumblebee and the other humans and with every inquiry, Ratchet’s replies were getting more terse, beginning to verge on vulgar. Ratchet didn’t damn well care what anyone else wanted. It did not sit well with him to endanger the injured by onlining them for useless questioning and the deeper he probed into their injuries, the less he believed they’d be any assistance at all. The physical damage was extensive, the spark damage indeterminate, and their memory of the battle was likely to be scrambled and even if it weren’t, he highly doubted there was any useful information they could provide anyway, it wasn’t as if Bumblebee would have left them a map, now was it.

Like a sparkless demon called down by his irritable thoughts, the door swooped open and even as his spark surged in hopes that it was Optimus, his mood sank as Prowl came in.

::If you’re here to bitch about the Twins, I am in no way prepared to power them back up yet,:: Ratchet sent. His patients needed their rest and did not need to be woken by the argument he suspected was coming.

::I do not ‘bitch’, as you say:: Prowl replied coolly and Ratchet reminded himself that he actually did like Prowl, they’d been friends for years, and the fact that his serene tones scraped over Ratchet’s rawness like metal claws was no excuse to throw anything at him. Yet. But with his next calm words, the urge instantly doubled. ::The humans are talking about transferring us to a more secure location.::

“No!” Ratchet burst out before he caught himself, sending the rest in a furious data spat, ::I'm not going anywhere. None of the humans are stable enough to travel yet and I'm not letting half of them die on anyone's say so. Side—:: he cut himself off impatiently. ::He is in no condition to be moved and I've not been able to do anything for Blaster other than transfuse him. I'm staying right here.::

::I concur. I was not suggesting otherwise,:: Prowl said mildly and Ratchet resisted the renewed urge to throw the spanner he was holding directly at Prowl's head. He needed it and if Prowl didn't duck in time, it would just give him one more thing to fix. ::But speaking of them as you were, did you have anything new to report about the Twins?::

::Not here.:: He led Prowl to the Autobot side of the infirmary, where the patients there would be undisturbed by any shouts or tossed equipment. While he’d been in surgery, someone, Jolt, perhaps, had sealed off the shattered window with a sheet of plywood and cleaned up some of the filth and broken glass blown in with it. Blocking out the wind and dust but also the sunlight, leaving the room darker, gloomy, not helped at all by the shrouded form of Sunstreaker still in one corner.

Normally, if the deceased were able to be recovered, they would be stored until a memorial of some sort could be arranged, and then disposed of. He suspected the Humans would be aghast to know he regularly gutted out deactivated mechs for parts to use in repairs. There was a time he would have been aghast as well, but as supply lines dwindled, practicality overwrote sentiment. When it came to the living vs the dead, there was only one choice to be made, ghoulish as it might seem to some.

In Sunstreaker’s case, though, Ratchet was at a loss. Caught in limbo with his spark bound to his brother’s, Sunstreaker was currently more misplaced than gone, dead and not dead. Even if Ratchet had the time, and he did not, he couldn’t imagine disassembling Sunstreaker, not until he was absolutely certain their sparks couldn’t be split again.

He gestured at the silver mech laid out on the table then at Sunsteaker’s shrouded form. “Does this give you any new information?” Ratchet said acidly, “As I’ve said multiple times, they are not ready to be onlined, not until we’ve had a chance to work on them more, something that would be easier without constant interruptions. By the way, thanks for reminding me that Jolt has medical training,” Ratchet finished, sullenly. The little blue mech was being very helpful, eagerly taking on any task assigned to him until Ratchet caught him swaying on his feet and sent him off to recharge, a luxury Ratchet could ill afford himself right now.

That Prowl’s armor was showing signs of recent wash, gleaming mellowly in the low light and perking the interest of his recalcitrant new receptors was not helping his mood.

“Because you so often take my advice? You weren't listening to Optimus, odds were low you'd listen to me.” Still that same cool tone and Ratchet itched to see if removing his language centers next time he needed any servicing temporarily changed Prowl’s tune.

Not that he would, that would be highly unethical. But then so was offlining Decepticons and gutting them for parts…Ratchet exvented sharply, “Prowl, if you don't have anything useful to say then get the hell out of my infirmary.”

"Actually, I do. We've received a message from Bumblebee."

Ratchet jerked his head to look at Prowl so quickly his joints creaked a protest, "They're alive?"

Prowl nodded evenly. "Or they were twenty minutes ago. He gave us the coordinates of where Mikaela and Samuel Witwicky’s parents are. We've already sent a team to retrieve them.”

And hadn’t told him, of course. When they wanted information, it was paramount, when he might have more injured coming to his infirmary, it was an afterthought.

“What about Sam and Bee?” Ratchet demanded. Prowl only shook his head and Ratchet let out a particularly foul curse in Cybertronian. “Why would he divide their team?”

“He did not say.”

And Prowl refused to guess. Ratchet resisted the urge to snark about too much logic overriding common sense, the Human phrase ‘touch grass’ was remarkable apt. Not that he would mind getting a little closer to touching Prowl, with his sleek armor and commanding tones—

He cut that thought off with no small amount of horror, turning away abruptly. If Prowl was starting to seem appealing, he needed to see Optimus sooner rather than later. “I need to get back into surgery.”

“You need Optimus.”

Ratchet whirled back around furiously, “Did Ironhide—"

“Ironhide hasn’t revealed anything to me, my own observations tell me all I needed to know.” That coolness was gone now, sharpening with command enough for Ratchet to flinch. “You, however, should have told me yourself. I need all pertinent information about the state of our troops to be able to strategize, including about the condition of our medics. If there is anything impeding your duties, I need to know immediately, not when you deem it important enough to mention.”

The sharpness of the rebuke irked, anger warring with shame, because Prowl was correct, damn him, his embarrassment was no excuse for keeping a possible viral incident from Prowl, even one that was more inconvenient than debilitating. “I was planning on it after I spoke to Optimus.”

Prowl said nothing, only regarded him with those steady optics and every word he did not say, Ratchet could easily fill in for himself. Finally, Prowl said, “I will send Optimus to you as soon as he is available.”

The timorous desire that wormed its way past his firewalls was growing the longer Prowl was close and Ratchet forced himself to turn away and said, reluctantly, “Sooner, if possible.”

A moment of silence, then he heard Prowl take a few hasty steps backwards towards the door, once again proving that Prowl was very observant, indeed. “Understood.”

The door opened and closed as Prowl left, if not with unseemly haste than with a healthy respect for keeping Ratchet and his hungry receptors at arms-length

Ratchet exhaled shakily and went back to check the Human’s monitors, firmly ignoring the increasing need. “Intolerable,” he muttered beneath his breath and there was no one awake to hear him.

tbc