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I love mimoku's paiting like art style. The black background also highlights his bright blue optics.

This adorable bot lives in my head too often, if my 30k fic didn't communicate that enough lol.

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Energetic Magnitism: Posted

Bots find their roles in a growing new society, trying to find happiness in post-war while new arrivals come home to live on reviving Cybertron. Smokescreen only ever trained to be a warrior or archivist, but with Knock Out and his colorful ideas and personality, Smokescreen finds post-war won’t be so bad. Except, enemies still lurk, and Smokescreen has to battle strange feelings the more he gets to know the red bot. And Knock Out, who tries a relationship with Swindle, can’t fight his mourning of Breakdown even when the answer to healing is right in front of him.

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Rating: Explicit

Word count: 31,334 with ~12 chapters

Tags: Smokescreen/Knock Out, Past Breakdown/Knock Out, Swindle & Lockdown, Smokescreen & Demolisher, Ratchet/Wheeljack, Ratchet/Deadlock | Drift, netflix and chill, fluff, fluff and smut, medium burn, humor, comedy, mourning, unhealthy coping mechanisms, healing, naive Smokescreen, slice of life,  Idiots in love, Post TFP, Post Predacons Rising, Small expansion on Smokescreen’s past, Expansion on Knock Out’s past, Smokescreen gets repainted, oil baths, regular recharge, breakdown/knock out is in the past, plug and play sexual interfacing, spike and valve sexual interfactin

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Notes: I finally published it!! Had me writing this every day for a month. I am so exited to finally share it. Thank you so much to everyone who supported me, even if just by one like.

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Teaser #8 for Real "Energetic Magnetism"

There was a warm feeling in his servo when Knock Out woke up that morning. When he fully came to consciousness, the first thing Knock Out saw was Smokescreen's dark-colored and blunt digits intertwined with his own. Not far away, the top of his helm was visible where it rested.

Knock Out closed his optics again, deciding to relish in these sensations for just a little longer. He heard Smokescreen’s vents push air out at a regular pace, and Knock Out’s inner workings loud within the silence of the morning. Knock Out shifted his claws on Smokescreen’s servo before he pulled away and stood up, away from the berth.

Smokescreen was flopped onto the floor and barely hanging onto the berth, with one leg folded and another stretched out in front of the doorway. Knock Out smiled, thinking of yesterday. [redacted], but it was unspeakably sweet of him to fall into stasis in such a position just so Knock Out could recharge well.

“Wakey wakey,” Knock Out adorned his usual humorous tone and tapped one of Smokescreen’s door wings. “Smokescreen, you must be sore.”

“Huh..?” His wing flicked from Knock Out's taps a couple of times while he attempted to get up. “Primus ow- my spinal strut,” he groaned in pain. Knock Out grabbed his elbow and helped the other stand.

Notes:

THE FICTION IS DONE. About 29,200 words. Just some editing left to do. I'm exited to publish this on ao3 (and watch no one read it because it's smokeout lmao). I was obsessed with this every day for like a month.

Here is a snip from chapter seven of more of their shenanigans while you wait. I redacted a part to save spoilers. Also here's Knock Out's classical "wakey wakey" lol.

Yes I changed the title to "Energetic Magnetism." That should be it officially.

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Teaser #7 for "Real Magnetism"

Lockdown only yawned. “You know me, Swindle. I work wherever I'm paid.”

“I pay you specifically not to give away any information!” Swindle held out open servos to show the obvious fact.

“It was better pay than what you are going to give me this month. That is all.”

A few kliks were spent with Swindle’s furious facial plate glaring at Lockdown’s smile. 

“Then your pay will be reduced. 2500 credits only. Do this again, I will keep your pay low.”

“That is not a wise choice,” Lockdown’s optics darkened, but he didnt show his rage. On the outside, he may have appeared amused. On the inside, he felt like finally ripping the annoying smaller bot apart. It would be satisfying to snap his wires and watch his golden plating become stained with blue. 

“And why would that be?” Swindle finally calmed down, but he still held a scowl. Behind him, some vehicons were hauling boxes of energon cubes into the storage room. 

“You pay me that little, and I could move on.”

Notes:

Some foreshadowing in the ninth chapter. And finally I have a good snip of Swindle that doesn't spoil the story.

For Swindle and the added characters I have made up their backstories since this is in the universe of tfp.

I have never even watched tfa and I somehow knew to put these two together.

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Teaser #6 for "Real Magnetism"

The door to the lab had opened. Probably Wheeljack. Without looking, Ratchet threw a tool at the mech who entered and focused his optics on one of Knock Out’s damaged wires. “Im busy,” he grumbled.

“Well well, who’s the new autobot in town?” An unfamiliar voice spoke back instead of Wheeljack. Confused, Ratchet turned to see who it was. The bot had striking red optics, even more red than Megatron’s. He had a mostly white and red coat of paint, and a spiky well toned frame. These types of Cybertronians were rare, or at least Ratchet hadn’t seen these types in a while. In one servo, he held the tool that Ratchet threw.

“Who are you?” Ratchet made himself appear unbothered by the other’s presence. But, as if he saw right through him, he smirked.

“Deadlock. ‘Was lookin for Wheeljack, but found this cutie instead,” he leaned down slightly, and Ratchet could’t suppress his blush.

“He’s out collecting scraps in the town hall,” Ratchet scoffed and turned away before the Decepticon could affect him more. This was like when he spent that solar cycle with Wheeljack all over again, and he wanted nothing to do with it. 

Notes:

This is a snip from my bonus chapter after chapter seven. Im now up over 20k words!! Getting closer to the end, I promise.

Thought these two definitely need some attention.

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Teaser #5 for "Real Magnetism"

“Smokescreen,” Knock Out’s expression turned back to normal. “You must watch some human shows with me. I’m sure you have no idea how entertaining it actually is.” Smokescreen tilted his helm and flicked his wings.

“I guess. What’s it like?” 

“Human media covers every emotion and every interest. Quite addicting, really,” The red bot turned and walked to his living room.

“Shouldn’t we go to work?” The golden blue bot followed behind Knock Out, despite his words. He had the odd urge to spin Knock Out’s wheels.

“You come all this way to make me go to work?” Knock Out sat down and waved for Smokescreen to sit next to him, throwing a leg over his other. “It’s our shop, we can close it for the solar cycle,” he spoke with a matter-of-fact tone. Smokescreen couldn't resist and leaped onto the couch with a large grin. The couch was 4 cushions long, but he chose the cushion right next to the red bot anyway. “What would you like?” Knock Out grinned. “Horror? Drama? Romance?”

Smokescreen tilted his helm: “What's romance?” 

“Oh, you want to find out?” Knock Out grinned further with narrowed optics.

Notes:

A snippet of chapter six, my latest chapter. They need to kiss.

Got to 15,360 words!!

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Teaser #4 for "Real Magnetism"

As Smokescreen shot some more insecticons, new bots slammed into the battlefield. Smokescreens optics curiously scanned their new frames. One carried a large rifle, but his plating was all spiky, including while triangular plating on the side of his helm. His facial plates were a dark gray around red optics, and most of his body plating was black with some red and gold highlights. The bot smirked as he dodged an insecticon swing, who was previously fighting Bulkhead, then shot it’s shoulder. The energon bullet melted through the poor insect's outer plating as it screeched.

Another new bot was shooting at a nearby insecticon. His facial plate was white with black stripes, while the rest of his body was mostly green. Some of his body parts seemed to be implanted with frames and plating that were not originally his. To this bot’s right, a different bot had large barrels shooting up from his red and tanned shoulders. His large chest plate protruded gray sides with the decepticon signal on the left plate, and his pelvis was red that connected to his tanned legs. Smokescreen watched as he transformed into some sort of tank, but with two large barrels on each side. From what he could see, all these new bots were decepticons, yet they never shot at the autobots. They must of caught word that the war was over.

Notes:

The introduction of three new characters in chapter two. I wont spoil their names.

I take these characters from multiple different media of the franchise mainly because I have only recently got into it and I know some versions of characters but not all. There are so many characters I do not know much about like the combiners and such.

I have reached over 12,000 words!!! Super exited to finish this.

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Teaser #3 for "Real Magnetism"

The welcome bell rang, preventing Knock Out the chance to respond. With it, a low toned cough called for their attention. Smokescreen turned around, ready to greet the new customer-

It was Megatron- Megatron?! 

Knock Out was left trying to process that an autobot just hugged him, and a former warlord, leader of the decepticons, was standing inside his shop. Smokescreen instantly took a battle stance after uncuffing himself, looking longingly to the cashier for his phase shifter.

The gray mech narrowed his optics at the two, his towering height almost too big for the space. “Well? You do paint jobs, do you not?”

Notes:

A good portion of this fic will be (hopefully good) comedy.

I also want to make the world feel as alive as possible, that being characters come and go throughout Smokescreen and Knock Out's story that have their own thing going on.

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Teaser #2 for "Real Magnetism"

Knock Out stared at the cube in Smokescreen’s servo as if stunned. He raised his arm slowly to inch his own servo closer to the cube, as if awaiting an attack like this was a trick. 

“Well,” the red bot steadily grabbed the cube and studied it. “I suppose I can forgive you for yesterday, then.” Smokescreen gave him a bright grin in reply. “Where did you get this?”

“Uh,” Smokescreen laughed nervously, scratching the back of his helm. “I stole it from Wheeljack. I think that’s his first sample, or something,”

In light of the green sky, Smokescreen watched Knock Out take a sip. The red bot moved slower than usual, wheels spinning lazily on his shoulders and optics dim. He wrapped his dermas around the edge of the cube, beginning to suck away its sweet nectar with closed optics. Smokescreen counted four scratches along Knock Out’s arm, and another in a curve on the top of his helm. When Knock Out pulled away and opened his optics, the cube half drank, his optics were brighter. Smokescreen gave him a soft smile.

Notes:

I added "real" to the name, yes.

This is a snipet chapter four, where I'm trying to build their relationship. And also show that Smokescreen loves giving gifts. (I imagine that is his main love language).

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Rare occurrences (that someone sees my vision for this ship) like this give me some motivation to keep writing my fic.

Im sorry their dialogue together is so naturally perfection

I made it in summer, but still here you go tumbler! My old Smokescreen x KnockOut comic!

Few minutes after:

Sorry, but this is basic biology 😎

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First teaser for "Magnetism"

“You want to create a shop… called ‘Knock Out’s Steel Job’?” Bumblebee’s arms were crossed. On the other hand, Knock Out had his servos on his hips and head raised with a grin.

“Yes. It's about the best idea I've ever had, actually. Think about it, Bumblebee, everyone would flock to my shop in desperation to look as good as I do,” he smirked, and raised one servo dramatically to his chest.

Later, when Smokescreen asks to join in:

“And how in Primus would you fit into my shop? I couldn't trust you with a buffer-”

“You could! See this?” Smokescreen pointed to his paint, “I did this myself on Earth. Looks good, right?” He grinned proudly. Knock Out, for a moment, let slip a surprised look before quickly making himself look bothered again.

“It's… something,” the bot mumbled. 

Knock Out took a step closer, scanning along the paint lines between the yellow and blue. Smokescreen found himself glancing at the top of Knock Out's helm, scanning the other bot's paint himself. It was so perfectly red that Knock Out must take an oil bath every morning to make it appear so shiny. Not that that's surprising. 

“Ugh, whatever, sure. You passed the test,” Knock Out avoided eye contact and stepped away while Smokescreen closed his optics and gave the other a big grin.

“I will tell Acree that you have been reassigned,” Bumblebee started, “But if she needs you, it would be much appreciated if you could help out.” The leader gave Smokescreen a pat on the shoulder and smiled. “Knock Out, you can choose any open building on this street. I will have Bulkhead and Wheeljack deliver supplies you wanted.”

Notes:

I am still unsure if I want the title to be "Magnetism," its probably too cheesy, but I'm struggling to think of anything else.

There is a lot more to my fiction than meets the eye in this teaser.

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