#‘DEAREST RATCHET’

[brushes-of-sage]

Also I suddenly need to read some TFP Megatron & Ratchet fics - the familiarity between them is too obvious not to be explored

[muletia]

[tfp] optimus prime x human!reader

summary: you feel insecure about your boring life. optimus is quick to make you feel better about yourself

cw: angst, fluff, yapper (reader) x listener (optimus), optimus is fucking obsessed with you, bad writing, silliness

word count: 1033

The last thing you expected to see after leaving work was a massive red-and-blue truck parked perfectly at the curb, just a few meters from the entrance. You’d recognize that color scheme and vehicle type anywhere — someone had come to visit. You didn’t even try to hide the smile that crept onto your lips.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

Your coworker’s voice pulled you out of your brief trance. You’d completely forgotten she was even there, though just moments ago, the two of you had been making small talk.

"Yup."

"You never mentioned him."

Because he’s a damn alien, you almost blurted, but you bit your tongue in time.

"He’s a long-haul truck driver, so he’s rarely in Jasper. Hey, thanks for the recipe, but I’ve gotta go. See you tomorrow!"

After a quick hug, you headed briskly toward the truck. She’d surely grill you for details tomorrow, and you’d need to have your excuses ready, but that was a problem for later. You had far better things to do now.

You opened the passenger door to avoid drawing attention to an empty driver seat and climbed inside. The familiar interior immediately put you at ease, and when the owner of the truck spoke, butterflies that had been dormant in your stomach suddenly came to life. You’d known him for years, yet his voice alone still made you feel like a giddy teenager. The perfect man, as it turned out, was actually an extraterrestrial being.

"Greetings, my dearest."

"Hi, love. To what do I owe this visit?"

Optimus started the engine and took the route toward the base. You knew it by heart, having traveled it countless times with Bumblebee or Bulkhead when you needed an escort. Yet, despite being your partner, Optimus rarely had time for dates. You didn’t hold it against him; you fully understood the duties that came with being a leader. But there were moments, many intimate moments when Optimus wished he could spend more time with you. He wanted to be there for you through every good and bad moment, but he couldn’t, and it tore at his spark.

"Front lines have been quiet for now. I wanted to take the opportunity to see you."

You reached out and caressed the panel in front of you. You didn’t miss the momentary, louder hum of the engine. Adorable.

Out of habit, you started recounting all the work and life events that had happened during your time apart. You summarized the movies that had intrigued you, bored you, or changed your brain chemistry. You talked about books and poetry, focusing mostly on those he probably would enjoy as well. Optimus then offered his thoughts, sharing his perspective and making a mental list of works to study when he has the time, so he could discuss them with you in depth later. Maybe, if he got lucky, you’d agree to analyze them together, curled up against his neck.

After catching up on the past few weeks, you naturally transitioned to today’s events, animatedly describing how a certain Cameron had gotten on your nerves.

"I asked him a few times to fix my work computer because, you know, it’s his job, but no! Every time, he came up with some stupid excuse just to avoid—"

"Optimus," Ratchet’s voice broke in over the radio, interrupting your rant. "I hate to disturb your rendezvous, but your presence would be helpful at the base. No rush, though."

Oh, right. For a moment, you’d forgotten about your partner’s responsibilities, bombarding him with stories about work that didn’t even begin to compare with Optimus’s adventures. A pang of guilt hit you. The enthusiasm drained away, replaced by a sudden self-resentment. Instantly, the story that had been the highlight of your day shrank to the size of an atom, meaning absolutely nothing in the grander scale of beings you shared a relationship with. It wasn’t the first time these thoughts had interrupted your fun, but you’d never voiced them out loud, burying them deep within. Too bad they always found their way back to the surface.

You hoped Optimus hadn’t noticed your sudden change in body language, but deep down, you knew he had. He always did. Always perceptive and caring.

Trying to mask your discomfort, you gave a small smile.

"Hi, Ratchet!" you greeted.

The medic grumbled something under his breath.

"I am on my way to the base," Optimus reported, and the connection cut off.

"[Your Name]," he began, his tone changing. From the usual military formality, it softened into a gentle warmth. He’d seen right through you, as always. "Is everything alright?"

You didn’t want to perform tough. Not today, not in such a raw and tender moment.

"No. I don’t think so? It’s just… in your life, everything is so grand and significant; there’s always some action. My workday is interesting if a bird lands on the windowsill by my desk. Sometimes, I feel like my stories bore you because, let’s be honest, they’re boring. My job is boring."

"I understand. I am sorry you feel that way. It was never my intention to belittle you."

As always, he put all the blame on himself. You wished you could hug him, to take away at least a fraction of the guilt he carried every day on his shoulders.

"I know," you sighed. "You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry for getting all worked up."

"There is no need to apologize. I am grateful that you opened up to me. Personally, I do not think your life is uninteresting. It is yours and yours alone; no one else in the world experiences it in quite the same way. To me, your stories are unique, as they differ so drastically from the realities of my life. I wish you could think of them the same way—to be proud of who you are and what you represent."

"You always give me something to think about before bed," you laughed. "Thank you, love. I’ll try to work on myself."

"There are still a few Earth minutes before we reach the base," he informed you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to finish the story about Cameron?"

[revelboo]

Oh dearest revel may I request the next part to the samurai code? I have had a strong fixation with drift lately and it’s 100% healthy I promise

-✨💜💫

Sure!

The Samurai Code Pt 5

Drift x Reader

• Leaning against Drift’s servos as he carries you, you’re aware that you’re slowly tilting until your cheek is on your arm. Exhaustion tugging at you, trying to pull you under. “Not much further,” Drift says and you look up at him, eyelids drooping. But if you fall asleep, there’s no telling how long you’ll be out. Can’t sleep no matter how badly you want to. You don’t hurt when you’re sleeping. “Brainstorm will be able to help.” Feel one of his servos slide down your spine, his tone sure, but you can’t tell if he really believes it. And it’s not fair that he got saddled with you, feeling guiltier about it every day. Hate being a burden to him and you know you are even if he’s too kind to say it.

• You offer him a little smile, reaching up to press your fingers against your temple. And he’s aware of the fact that your skin is chilled again as he holds you. That he hadn’t been able to coax you into drinking water or eating for him. That you’re much thinner now than when you’d blipped into existence. Hates it. Watching you fading right in front of his optics and being unable to help you. Failing you. The last time Ratchet had scanned you, the medic hadn’t had to say anything. Had just vented and set the scanner aside, face grim. His friend resigned to an inevitability he can’t stop fighting against. Knows Ratchet hates this, too. Having a patient he can’t help.

• Eyes opening with a groan at the soft sound of a door opening, you tiredly look around at the space he’s carried you into. Brainstorm’s lab? And Drift is striding toward a bot bent over working on something, the mech’s yellow optics lifting and you spot movement on a counter. “Over here,” the other mech says. Lifting your fingers in a weak little wave at the other human, you force a smile. Know there are other humans on the ship, but they’re kept away from you. Like whatever’s wrong with you might be catching. Turning to retrieve a scanner kind of like the one Ratchet uses on you, Brainstorm runs it over you while you’re still in Drift’s hands.

• “Well?” He asks as the scientist stares at the reading on whatever it is he’s done to that scanner. ‘Something went wrong when they came over,’ Brainstorm mutters, adjusting something and then scanning you again to make you squint as the light plays over you. ‘Most of the humans bounce back pretty quickly, but yours isn’t quite all here.’ What? Frowning as Brainstorm fiddles with his scanner before pointing at you with it. ‘Look, they’re not quite anchored here in this moment and place. It’s killing them.’ Reminding himself that skewering the scientist won’t help you, he vents softly and smiles. “But you can help.”

• “Nope,” Brainstorm laughs, tapping the scanner against his palm before holding it up when Drift makes a noise you’ve never heard from him before. Snarling almost to make the fine hair at your nape prickle. “But you can. Give your little human an anchor.” An anchor? Eyes tiredly closing, that bit about you dying isn’t any surprise. You’d realized it already even if Drift and Ratchet won’t admit it. Saw it in the pitying looks they give you. Hear Brainstorm say something about a spark bond as you start to drift again. So tired. Feeling so bad for Drift trying so hard for you, fighting for you. Unable to just let you go.

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[star-gxze]

Pet names they call you (MOST lost light crew)

Mtmte edition heh…😈 prolly ooc but heh…who really cares

Rodimus: This guy…he’s probably call you something dumb like my silly dilly gumdrop, baby cakes, Pookie Wookie Dookie Sugar Prince(ss) Boo Boo Bear Snuggle Waggo Baby Bunny or my lovable Pookie dookie gumdrop😭 (jk) but srsly id feel like he’d call you babe most of the time and if he’s feeling a bit romantical it would fo sho be sweet spark :)

swerve: he is such a sweetie pie, he’d probably call you love, sweet spark, amore, Mo gohrádh (my dear in Scottish Gaelic) pudding and cutie pie :3

ultra magnus: my beautiful 12th wife would call you princess/prince/princex/princette, darling, dear, sweetie, Pumpkin

Drift: Mr. thickums would probably call you cherry blossom, my beautiful girl/boy/s/o, my dove, my flower (any kind of flower) Little dumpling

Ratchet: dearest, dear, my star, my light, honey, Ma'am/Sir/Mx(?)

whirl: sweet thang, sugar tits (goes for all genders he doesn't care),hot stuff, sweets, sugar, ship mate, Shnookums, toots

Rung: darling, my love, my fawn, dawn, my dearest, my love, my amazing s/o, little one (for human/minibot! cybertronin [NAME])

Megatron: my dear, my love, lovely, darling, my sweet (gender)

skids: hon, dove, my spark, cloud, sweet pea, bubbles

Getaway: ah you thought. I'll never write for him unless their are guns and missiles to my head and I'm hanging upside down above a tank full of eels and sharks [Angry face]

Fort max: buddy, sunshine, love

Riptide: bubbles, coral cutie...yes coral cutie...anyways, starfish, fish(he's trying really hard), cuddle bug

A/N: (this is one of two of my drafts hope you enjoy :D)

zzz

ik i said human reader only but this is an exception because uh...I said so hehe

sorry most of the nicknames are repeated lolz

(please don't steal, watermark, plagiarize, or run my writings through AI :) )

[solar4seekstron]

New Beginnings: Old Yet New

IDW!MTMTE!Drift/Deadlock x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x IDW!MTMTE!Ratchet Part One

Solars Indie Series

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Introduction Indie Series

Content: SFW, Deadlock and Reader were together, but then he dipped. Ratchet an Drift are together. But Ratchet wants that reader booty to now lol. Lore is changed a lot sorry.

TW/Tags: Angst, Lots of angst, sparkling is so god damn cute, Ratchet wants that reader booty near the end, wholesome moments including sparkling, sparkling with a fever, more angst.

You were Deadlocks Conjunx once. You both becoming one after both joining the Decepticons. Him being the very bot who won your spark when so many couldn’t.

Something most would've expected anyway thanks to the swords and both similar combat skills. It wasn’t always easy though. Him being in an aggressive mood most times. There was a point where you didn’t believe in the cause as much.

But stayed for Deadlock. After speaking to him of his current views.

And so as time went by. You and Deadlcok continued to be used to fight in many missions and execute bots for Lord Megatron.

Something you didn’t enjoy as much as Deadlock did.

On one special night you went to one of your available doctors. Having felt sick for days and so on.

Deadlock was busy with a mission. And….well.

You were with sparkling. This could be bad for not only you. But for Deadlock as well with his status. Usually when Cons have sparklings they can leave but can’t be protected.

As you made it to your shared berth room you grew ever so nervous. Sitting on the berth.

Waiting for him to return. But you’d then notice a data pad with his writing on it. You picked it up. And soon was hit with tears falling down your cheeks as you read.

“My dearest. My Sweetspark. I’m sorry….I know you have your opinions and thought of the clash of bots and cons. But I couldn’t bring myself to come to you with this choice. I was a terrible partner. And I only hope you will find another who can treat you better then I ever could…..Best of wishes…….Deadlock.”

”………………………………………………ah crap.”

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A couple years went by since then. You left the decepticons after breaking the bond between you both. To live in the city with neutrals. You and your sparkling. Who was born a few months after Deadlocks leave. Were accepted in and from then on you were able to live a safe life with your little one.

You named him Rubble. He looked like the perfect mix of you and Deadlock.

Eventually you were able to join a crew during the war at the time. The Autobots who accepted you. Allowing you to take your sparkling with them and promise to protect him.

Your sparkling grew a little. Being very small. Defiantly from you.

One day, time after the war ended. You and your sparkling were asked to join the Autobots by an old friend of your. Cyclonus. You and him were close. And he loved your sparkling Rubble.

Already wanting to teach him how to use swords when he was old enough to crawl and hold things in his small cervos.

You agreed to join knowing your sparkling will probably be the safest sparkling there.

And so you came along. Staying close to Cyclonus.

Luckily being a big and scary bot no one dared to come near you and your little one. Your sparkling in your arms. At times reaching for your helm as his other cervo clawed at the top of your chest.

Letting out small coos as you gently shhhd him.

Rubble getting happy whenever he sees Cyclonus standing there. Rodimus would start his speech with two bots next to him. Speaking about his plan of the lost light and the future path for them since the end of the war.

You could swear the white bot on his right looked familiar. But you weren’t sure. So you just ignored the feeling. When boarding onto the ship you were greeted by Skids.

He was polite. Charming. And he honestly just wanted to meet the little one and ask where the Sire was. You were walking around to your room next to Cyclonus. You both chatted and got along. Having some things in common with each other. And so you both walked together and talked.

Little Rubble in your arms slowly falling asleep with his helm rested against the top of your chest.

You didn’t notice hw you two past three certain bots going over some news and messages from Optimus prime. As they past.

The white bot was the one to notice you. You didn’t change your look much and he also took note that you had a sparkling in your arms.

He couldn’t build up the courage to stop you until he got a comm from Ratchet…His Conjunx.

After a few days you descided to see Serve. He already knew you have a sparkling and always made sure there was energon goo enough for you to drink. But nothing strong. Since you don’t have a babysitter. You had to take your sparkling with you everywhere.

That didn’t stop the stares and small flirts by some mechs and even femmes.

Something you didn’t understand very well. And so you sat at the bar with your sparkling on your lap as he nibbled on his cervo. He would reach for you and Swerve every now and then.

Swerve at times smiling at finding little ways like doing tricks with the drinks to make him laugh.

He is pretty good at that. The others seem to enjoy hearing your sparkling laugh as Rubble placed his small cervo on the table. Standing on your lap as your cervo gently held and rested on his small belly. The other holding your drink.

You didn’t pay much mind as a mech sat next to you. It was that white one again.

Swerve already knew to give him the drink he wanted and went to serve others drinks as you and the bot were alone. Rubble kept gently slamming his tiny cervos on the counter.

Drift looked at you as you drank and watched the Cybertron news. Your frame and paint still the same as ever.

You had an autobot logo on your chest and shoulders now. You had that damn same warm smile and bright yellow optics. Your sparkling having the same optics as he had a large grin on his dermas. You’d let out a few chuckles because of your sparkling.

”Is Uncle Swerve making jokes little one?” He cooed as he looked back at you then back at Swerve.

Drift also noticed you still have your swords. Just brighter now then when he left. He’s sure you still didn’t recognize him. He honestly wasn’t that sure why he came her. He just knows he must talk to you. And so with a gulp. He spoke.

”Hey….Y/N.” His voice catching you off guard.

No it can’t be. Your helm slowly turned towards him as Rubble did the same as he let out a small sound. Looking at the bot as drift looked at him as well.

“Do I know you?” He let out a soft chuckle as your cervo gently pressed Rubble a bit closer to your chest. Your optics narrowed as drift turned his frame a bit to face you as he tried to find his words.

”I’d…sure hope so. It’s…it’s me. Deadlock.” Your optics widened a bit as you stared at him. He can tell you didn’t know what to say.

Rubble looking at you then him as he sat down on you lap. His little cervos gently holding your larger one.

Drift finally spoke after a moment of silence. “Is he….”

You soon had a small frown. Your optic ridges a little furrowed as you stared at him and tried to not break the cup in your cervo.

You then drink the last of your energon and sets it down. Standing up as you pick your sparkling up to have him against your chest. Soon out of your seat and walking out of the bar. No one seems to notice. Even as Drift chases after you.

“Y/N Wait.”

As you walked down the hall Drift continued to come for you. “Please. Look I’m sorry I never should’ve left. I should’ve came to you as we promised and-“

You were fast to turn around making him stop. Both cervo holding Rubble so he wont look back and stays close to your chest as he cooed for you.

“I don’t need your empty apology Deadlock. What I need if you to stay away from me and my sparkling!”

Drift was panicking. You���re finally here and this could be his only chance. “He’s mine. Isn’t he?….Please I just wish to know.”

You stay still for a moment. Your back toawrds him as your sparkling looks up at you.

He gently cooed at you and reached up at you. You swear he’s trying to tell you something. And so you turned to almost face him. He can tell you’re holding in tears as Rubble looked at him as well.

Unsure as Rubbles cervos gripped at your top chest.

”Yes. He’s yours. Was a month pregnent with him when you chose to leave us.”

Drift stood there in silence for a moment longer. His sparkling. The same sparkling that was just staring at him. Probably not realizing who he was. And what his sire has done years before his birth. All the bad an horrible things he did…

Drift slowly then spoke. “Can I-“

”No.” You said firmly. Turning away as you return to your habsuit. Rubble looking over your shoulder as he stared at Drift.

Drift trying to not cry as he stood there.

After a few months, you have gone on a few dates with Skids. Cyclonus being nice enough to watch Rubble as you went to the other side of the ship. Eventually you both realized it was a small fling in a way. The emotions there then gone.

But you both remained friends and he always loved seeing Rubble when you would cross paths.

Drift stayed away. Understanding his boundaries. ratchet was well aware of who you were and Drift sure got a scolding.

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One day as you slept on your berth. Rubble next to you in your arms as you both were sound asleep. That is until your sparkling stared to cough. You woke up when you felt a small cervo on your cheek.

His large yellow optics looking down at you as he had a frown. “Hey. What’s the matter my little one.”

He gently patted at his own chest and keeps coughing. He seemed to try too not cry as he stared at you. You soon sat up and gently held him as you got off the berth. He was burning up and kept trying to not cry.

“It’s alright my little one. Lets get you checked out.” You’d then transform around him.

He was in the passenger seat as he couldn’t stop crying. You drove in the middle of the night. There being only guards who all knew you. Sparkling of course. You drove as fast as you could to the med bay.

Rubble keeps crying as you tried to calm him down.

“I know you’re hurting my little one. Hang in there and stay strong for me. Can you do that for carrier sweetspark?”

You can hear him gently trying to hold in a sniffle. His cheeks puffed up as he try’s to not cry but his tears won’t stop falling down. You panick. “No no little one it’s ok to let it out. You’re already being so strong!”

He’d continued to cry as you got closer. Luckily the best medic was pulling an old nighter in the med bay.

You rushed in speaking as you transformed and held Rubble. He continues to cry which annoys Ratchet a little, causing him to turn around. “Please I don’t know if my Sparkling has a high fever or something!”

Ratchet looked at Rubble. Rubble having tears in his optics as he tries to hold back from crying. Ratchet just sighed as he gently took him.

“Alright you little sparkling you don’t have to hold back just to impress me.”

He gently held him in his arm as his other cervo rests on Rubbles chest. Rubble gently grabbing his digits having a firm grip. You stand there with cervos together worried as Ratchet feels his spark beat and all. Then felt his forhelm. Rubble still grabbing at that as well.

”He defiantly has a high fever. He’ll have to just try sleeping and give him some medican. He wont like it but it’ll help. Would you mind sitting?”

You’d nod and sit at the patience spot. He gently sets Rubble on his lap.

Rubble turned his frame so his side is facing you. Gently grabbing your arm as he keeps trying to hold in his tears.

Ratchet then grabs a medican to help with heavy fever and colds. “He wont like it but it’ll help him sooner then most would think.”

He presents you with it. You gently took it and looked at it. Rubble of course curious tried reaching for it as he cooed. Still crying. Still sniffling as tears come down his cheeks.

”Thank you Dr. Ratchet.”

”You both take care now.” You’d nod and walk out with Rubble. He watched you as the door then closes behind you. Ratchet stood there for a moment in silence.

”…………….Damn.” Ratchet said with a blush.

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“Come on Rubble you have to take your medican. It’ll make the fever go away.”

Rubble only made more baby noises as you try to put the spoon of medican in his mouth. His cervo pushing at yours as he turns his helm away.

“mmmmBA!!” He keeps crying since his fever was still high.

You both were in your berth room. Trying to get him from crying was the hardest part. You’re sure your neighbors aren’t too happy.

You’d then hear a knock on the door. You’d then look back at Rubble who looked at you. “Stay here you little gremlin.” He smiled even through his tears as he watch you leave.

You click the button to open the door and it was Ratchet. He had a small smile on his dermas. “How’s fever sparkling doing?”

”I’m sorry. I know he can be loud when he wants to be.”

”BA!” Rubble yelled. You’re guessing his way of saying hey in baby language as he sat on the bed.

”Would you mind me giving it a try?” You let out a soft sigh and nodded. Stepping out of his way so he walks in. Closing the door behind him once he was fully in.

Rubble continues to cry as Ratchet sat next to him on the berth.

A few minutes went by. Ratchet spoke to Rubble. Not sure if Rubble understood him but his large optics just stared up at him like as if he’s his sire.

You watched the two. Rubble slowly stopped crying and Ratchet was able to get Rubble to take the medican before Rubble realized it. Instantly closing his mouth once he tasted it. Struggling to swallow.

Eventually he does as ratchet comforted him.

Rubble saying BLA many times. “Wow you actually got him to take it.” Ratchet just chuckled as he got off the berth. Rubbing laying back as ratchet makes his way to you. His cervos on his hips.

“That should help him. Um do you mind if I ask you something?”

”Of course not. What’s your question?” he seemed a bit nervous as he trys to speak.

“Well would you like to um hang out at times with me and my partner. I don’t have a shift in a couple days.” You were taken aback but let out a soft chuckle. “I’d love to.”

Ratchet let out a chuckle before speaking once more. “At 4. In a couple days I’ll come by.” He said with a smile as he looked down at you. You’d nod as he then walks out to the hall. The door closing behind him.

You’d look over at Rubble. Who was fast asleep. His little cervos and arms over his belly. You’d then walk over, gently holding the side of his helm as his dermas have a small smile. Leaning into your cervo.

Thank primus he was born healthy. Although it’s awkward for you being on the same ship with his Sire.

But as long as your sparkling can grow with the ones closest around him. You know you can handle anything. So now it’s time to get to know some new bots! Rubble needs a Sire figure after all.

And your carrier instincts are telling you to not disappoint!

Hey guys! Sorry this one took all day I could not for the life of me figure out the ending. So sorry that it’s a the weakest part of the story. I was gonna do a full fic but I realized there’s more depth so I’ll make a part 2.

I hope you guys liked this one it was going to be just Drift but honestly looking at that medic booty by “total accident” I swear guys. I have to add Ratchet but also being for angst too. I swear I’ll make a scene of reader kicking aft at some point in part 2. Might get spicy a few times.

Am I good at doing sparkling scenes? I hope they came out good and still enjoyable. As always I hope you guys enjoyed this and a repost is always appreciated. I hope you all have a good rest of your day and see y’all in the next one!

[bones4thecats]

❥· Soulmates, Predaking × Predacon! S/O

Characters: Grimlock (🦖) and Predaking (🐉) A/N: Quick and (hopefully) sweet. Hope you guys enjoy! ✎ Summary: After arriving on Earth with Predaking and Ultra Magnus, you and the King of Predacons bond with the Dinobot and teach him the ways of living as a fighting machine. Or... you try to at least...

Prompt: Grimlock’s mentors being Predaking and Predacon! Reader

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🐉 Years ago, you were brought back to life by Shockwave. You served Lord Megatron without any worries about him betraying you; he had stated that the Autobots were the evil ones, that only cemented your beliefs when your future fellow Predacons were destroyed.

🐉 When Ratchet told you and Predaking everything, shock overtook you. You didn't want to believe it. You put all your loyalty into Megatron, only for him to be a backstabbing hunk of scrap!

🐉 Loyalty was worked to be earned after that, and Predaking, along with Bulkhead, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Optimus Prime, and Bumblebee, earned that whole-sparked with you. You would go to the ends of the universe for them.

🦖 Now, looking at the T-Rex Dinobot in front of you, a smile overtook your face. He was just as amazing as they were back then; Bumblebee taught him right. "Now, then you do this!" Predaking said.

🦖🐉 Predaking raised his leg, kicking the car that was hanging above thanks to the help of Sideswipe. The sounds of the car smashing and slamming into a nearby hill made everyone flinch, everyone except for the three animal-transformers there.

🦖🐉 "Awesome!" Grimlock cheered. He then tried doing the same, only to fall onto his back. You saw how Predaking stared with a cocked eyebrow, you just giggled and helped the mech up from the ground. He thanked you and stood up, now back into his bi-pedal mode.

🦖🐉 "You made a good attempt, Grim'." You said. Predaking nodded stiffly behind you and smirked, "You'd make a fine ally for the growing Predacon race."

🦖🐉 "You really think so?!" Grimlock ecstatically shouted. You smiled and nodded with your sparkmate. All of a sudden, another shout came from behind you. There, standing in all his glory, was Ultra Magnus. He looked at you both and waved for you to come to him.

🐉 "Looks like our stay is over." You said, elbowing Predaking as he scoffed. "Why we listen to him is beyond my recognition."

🐉 "Because, dearest, he is allowing us to have a portion of a Cybertron-owned planet. Wouldn't it be nice to have a home of the rest of our race? Shockwave did say he was finding more remains~"

🐉 "I... suppose so."

🦖 "Good. Now," you began. Looking at your student, you wrapped your peryton alt-mode's wings around his upper body. His optics lit up and he hugged back, making you laugh at his innocence. He may have once been a Decepticon, but he was nothing like one.

🦖🐉 You then pulled away and saw that Predaking had also become his alt-mode, his being a dragon. "Good luck on your journey, Grim'!"

🐉 Transforming and flying in the air alongside the King of the Predacons, you waved goodbye to everyone. Ultra Magnus just rolled his optics and walked through the groundbridge, a smirk appearing on his face as you danced around with one another.

🐉 'Unlikely soulmates' as humans would say.

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[burb-ie]

I'm not sure if you've answered this before, but what do you think Optimus might feel about Ratchet (TFA)? Seeing this version of one of his dearest friends so afflicted by a war that has long since it ended, uncapable to get used to "peace." Do you think he'd be afraid that the Ratchet he knows could end up the same way?

omg anon you bring such a great point

he absoloutly would have such thoughts

as the only bot on the team that has also witnessed war and how devastating it is, he will try his best to help TFA Ratchet through his struggle (hes also struggling but we dont need to talk about that) and be there for him

and he hates how he cant do the same for his own Ratchet, it scares him to not be able to be there to support his dearest friend, he only hopes that the team would be there for him if things get bad

[factual-fantasy]

29 Asks! Thank you! :)) ✏️

My dearest compadre I am left handed

@ardent-38

WOAH hold your horses there friend! Octo and Seafoam aren't a couple- they're more akin to brothers than anything. So there will be no kissing in any scenario I conjure up for them <XDD

But other than that-- WAHGGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭🥰🥰 YOUR MESSAGE MEANT SO MUCH TO MEEEE!!! 😭😭🥰💞💞 --and honestly have encouraged me to reconsider drawing that idea!! :00 So thank you for that too! :DDDD

A force shutdown isn't the word I'd use to describe cybertronian fainting.. "force" sounds more like someone on the outside doing something to Ratchet to make him shut down when he is otherwise healthy/ok. Rather than something going wrong internally.

Like if he was going under for surgery, maybe when he goes under it could be called "force shutdown" as well as "inducing stasis".

Now a "system failure" or "system crash" might be more appropriate for fainting or suddenly collapsing. When Ratchet injected the Synth-en maybe his systems were overwhelmed by the foreign substance and he suffered a complete system crash and collapsed.💔

Something tells me that wouldn't work somehow, but I don't have all the technical knowhow to really explain why that would be a bad idea <XD I'm sure Ratchet could explain why that would be bad.

Hmmm, good question...

The only thing that comes to mind is for Raf I headcanon that he is fluent in sign language and that's how he communicates with/understands Bee. (My version of Bee communicates with sign language, not random beeps and boops that Raf somehow magically understands)

@rainbowwatermelon7

A drawing of mine doesn't feel complete or "safe to post" unless its been watermarked. But it could be different for you and that's ok :0

I mostly draw the scribbly head when I'm feeling well, and the drippy head when I am unwell in someway. I have been dealing with some health problems for well over a year now so drawing myself drippy became my new norm. <XD But its starting to get old so I might return to the scribble head just for the fun of it tbh-

I just like to draw it a bright and fun red instead of a dull and realistic dark red :00

Probably mentally break down and die somehow. 🫠 I couldn't handle living in a world where our planet and everyone on it could be destroyed by Megatron at any moment. Let alone being on the front lines along side the Autobots.

I do have other social medias, but they are all private/just for viewing other peoples art. This is the only one I post artwork to :00

Bibi you mean? I guess I was inspired by cats <XD But I cant remember anything specific that inspired me other than that.

@zecromgen5

Nothing specific I can share online, 😅 but yeah things have been alright!

I only know of YouTube <:( That's where I watched it back then.

@candyglumboy

Aww! The boys!! :DD

(Referencing this post)

Same ✋😔

@milk-powrit

My favorite of the beasts is Mystic Flour, for personality, powers and design. The others are alright I suppose <XD

I would probably be poisoned and die within the day 💀

If you mean if I was a transformer tho, I'd probably become really emotionally unstable like Ratchet was and just sob uncontrollably until I burned through it all 😅

I've seen it floating around Tumblr, but I never really looked into it <:0

He's recruiting more Autobots it seems XDDD

They might not want to fish, but they'd like to watch the koi swim around! :)

AAAA Thank you so much!!! :DDD

@florafandoms

Ough... so old.. 💔💔

Also thank you so much!! :DD

@misscherrypie (Pics from this post)

XDD I was hoping people would notice that. I think a hug from Bibi would fix me 🥺🥺

Pick up a pencil and my friend you have the power to bring a flood 🌊

@briandraws

My spirit animal ngl

@wolfie-777

Hey that cat is pretty cute! We should make a beloved internet meme about it! :D

@kaiserdarken

I have no idea <:0 Since MatPat took a step back from his channels I haven't been keeping up with any new FNAF lore 😔

@beryl-shade

I would obliterate the fleas with my Mary sue mind powers. No fleas shall cause my babies discomfort ☝️☝️

I have now. <XD How bizarre-

[crocomum]

[S03E11] Dearest Ratchet

[in1-nutshell]

Greetings, dear writer. May I request the next installment for the Bot Buddy with a Sonic Scream who's Soundwave's Conjux? I've been curious to find out if they and Soundwave will be reunited and just HOW Megatron pulled it off since he promised Sound to get them back. My dearest apologies if I messed up this ask request.

You didn't mess up, you did great!

Hope you enjoy!

Soundwave's Conjunx with the Sonic Scream reuniting with Soundwave

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Mention of injury, Angst, Cybertronain reader

TFP

It had been a hectic four hours on base.

The kids had been kidnapped by an unknown vehicle and the bots were scrambling to find out where they had gone.

Buddy was trying their best to calm down June when a Decepticon message was intercepted.

Megatron had sent the message.

“What does it say?”--Arcee

“Megatron will give the children if we… give him Buddy.”--Ratchet

Buddy’s back straightened at this.

“What?”--Wheeljack

“Fat chance.”—Bulkhead

Bumblebee and Smokescreen murmur in agreement.

Buddy quickly types something on their data pad and hands it to Ratchet.

“Buddy says that they are willing to do it. Buddy, we need to think this through.”--Ratchet

“Ratchet is correct. If you fall into the Decepticon hands, there is no telling what they will do to you, especially given that Megatron knows of your abilities.”--Optimus

Buddy vents frustrated clenching their servos tightly.

Optimus put a servo on their shoulder.

“We will get the children back Buddy, but as of now, we need to come up with a plan that secures everyone’s safety.”--Optimus

A plan was soon formed and set to motion.

As Megatron said he came alone with a canister with the kids to his side

Optimus walked through the bridge with Sonar by his side.

Optimus demanded the kids back.

Megatron wanted first.

Buddy slowly walked to the war lord.

Buddy walks up to Megatron with a slight pained look on their face.

Megatron’s optics soften a bit as he puts a servo on their shoulder.

“It has been many years since we have last seen each other my friend.”--Megatron

Buddy has a tight smile on their face nodding.

They felt conflicted at what was happening.

This Megatron was not the Megatronus they grew to care for.

This mech was a stranger.

…then why did they still see some of their friend behind those optics?

Megatron was about to say something when a speeding missile came at them.

Buddy quickly grabbed the canister with the kids and shielded them as they were thrown back.

Dust and sand were sprayed everywhere as shots were exchanged.

Turns out the Cons didn’t like leaving their leader alone either.

All they could do was run and shield the canister.

Buddy wanted to scream but realized that with the kids so close it wasn’t the best idea.

And if they put them down somewhere there was a good chance, they would get squashed in someone’s underpede.

There was too much dust flying everywhere.

Something kicks them in the back making them drop the canister and land hard on the ground.

Buddy suppressed the scream as something digs into their back struts.

They could feel several servos holding them down and roughly placing a muzzle on their faceplate.

But that’s not what scared them.

It was the familiar claps of a shock collar that sent them into a frenzy panic.

Buddy tried screaming but the collar simply shocked them.

They squirmed and tried again to talk only to be shocked again.

They knew they were going to get captured.

Buddy only hoped that the kids were okay and escaped.

Suddenly the cuffs were taken off and the muzzle tossed aside.

They still didn’t dare to move until the collar was off.

They shakingly pushed back from the ground and looked at who got the restraints off of them.

They swore they were about to faint.

There knelt a couple feet away was Soundwave.

Buddy and Soundwave stared at each other.

Tears built around Buddy’s optics as a sad smile etched on their face.

They wanted to scream in joy that they found their Conjunx.

Sing to Primus that their beloved was here.

Soundwave slowly reached for their servo.

…He never saw the hammer coming.

The last thing he saw was Buddy being slung over Bulkhead’s shoulder looking like they were going to sob at any moment.

Back at the Autobot base…

Bulkhead sets Buddy down on the med slab.

Buddy barely registers Ratchet checking them up.

“Buddy?”--Raf

They look down to see Raf and the other children by their side.

“Are you okay?”--Raf

Buddy hesitates to answer, thankfully June intervenes.

“How about we give them some time to rest. Doctor’s orders.”--June

Buddy flashes her a thankful look as she guides the children out of the room.

They tap the slab loud enough to get Ratchet’s attention.

“Buddy? Is there something you need?”--Ratchet

He moves closer only to get trapped in their arms.

He wanted to move but the sniffling told him otherwise.

It had been a tough day for everyone.

For both Autobot and Decepticon alike.

[tnight877]

Friends Throw Wrenches for Each Other

"I wish you were here."

Optimus sat at the edge of his berth, his servos trembling in his lap as he stared blankly at the floor.

He couldn't figure out exactly where everything had gone so wrong. Was it breaking protocol and saving Jazz in the mines? D-16 hadn't seemed outraged, even when they returned to the barracks after each receiving a fist to the face. In fact, that only seemed to solidify their bond.

It must have been the Iacon 5000. D hadn't wanted to race yet Orion had forced him to. That outraged Darkwing, led to them being dropped down to sub-level 50 where they found the map, which led to the truth about Sentinel, the gift (or curse) of a T-cog, and everything spiraling from there.

It's all my fault.

Why had the Primes chosen him after he'd made so many mistakes? He was the reason their planet was slowly being dragged into war. If Orion Pax hadn't been so reckless, none of this would have happened. Sure, Sentinel would still be in control and Orion and D-16 would still have been miners, but they would have been together.

He could never forget the look in D's optics as the High Guard cheered for him after he'd nearly killed Starscream. He could never forget the fear he'd felt in that very moment, feeling his dearest friend slipping from his grasp.

Knowledge was a curse, Optimus decided, pushing to his pedes. He needed to do something. Anything. He needed to fix this.

~

"You do know it's not your fault, right?" Ratchet didn't look up at Optimus as he patched a hole in Ironhide's armor, the glow of the welder glancing off his white plating. "None of this is."

"I wasn't--"

"You were thinking that. That's why you're in here. For the record, you can't help Starscream's violent impulses. He probably would have launched a missile at Ironhide whether or not Megatron was his overlord."

"He's right, Prime," Ironhide agreed. Ratchet made a gesture towards the red bot as if to say I told you so. Optimus' finials perked slightly.

"Now, did you need something?" Ratchet asked, side eyeing the Prime. "Hate to point it out, but you're not the smallest bot around and this lab isn't the biggest."

Color flushed into Optimus' cheeks and he moved to duck out of the room. "Apologies," he said hastily. "Er...Ratchet, might I have a word with you later?"

"Sure. I'll meet you at MacCadam's when I get off."

~

MacCadam's is going to have to take a raincheck.

Perhaps he should have been concerned that that was his first thought as Starscream, who was apparently puppy guarding the entrance to the surface, let off a round of shots, several pinging off Optimus' armor.

"Are you stupid?" B-127 shouted from Optimus' side, the scout's battle mask deploying and his blades unsheathing. Starscream transformed and landed, forming the blasters on his arms and pointing them at the pair.

"Who's got the high ground here, bug?" the seeker sneered. His voice still sounded glitchy, grating on Optimus' audio processors. In an instant, he was back in the cave, D-16's servos choking the former king of the High Guard, Starscream egging him on.

"Bear witness! This is the last time I show mercy!"

Optimus was brought back to reality when his backstruts hit the ground, B charging towards Starscream and taking a flying leap towards the seeker. The Prime pushed himself up, shaking his helm and engaging his battle mask.

Starscream grabbed B by the throat, swinging him around and slamming him against the wall, pounding his fist repeatedly into the scout's mask. Optimus unsheathed his axe as he ran forward, though Starscream turned at the last second, taking B with him. Optimus faltered, his axe swinging upwards and dragging him backwards to avoid hitting B, the scout kicking furiously at the seeker.

"You're so clumsy. The Primes must be ashamed," Starscream laughed. B raised his fist, his blade elongating just before he drove it into Starscream's shoulder, the seeker shrieking and hurling the scout to the side. B rolled backwards to his pedes, digging his blades into the ground to slow his skidding stop.

Optimus stood, shoving his axe against Starscream's throat as the seeker struggled to recover. He squeaked, pawing at Optimus' wrist.

"Please!" Starscream rasped, pressing himself against the wall in an attempt to give himself room to breathe. Optimus' optics widened slightly at the plea. "I beg of you!"

"This is the last time I show mercy!"

Optimus jerked his axe away from Starscream, the weapon retracting as he moved to grip his helm. Stop it. Stop it!

He grunted when Starscream kicked him from behind, hitting the ground on all fours. He turned just as Starscream kicked him again, pointing his blaster at B as the scout moved towards him. The seeker pressed his pede against Optimus' backstruts, leaning down.

"How satisfying would it be for me to kill the last Prime?" he sneered.

Would he be wrong? The Matrix can only be held by someone worthy. Starscream couldn't take it. Maybe it would be better if Optimus wasn't there to keep making mistakes, keeping driving their planet further into conflict.

Starscream reared backwards as something collided with his helm with a solid clang. The seeker stumbled back, gripping his helm with one servo, waving his blaster aimlessly with the other.

"What in the Pits of Kaon--"

"Beat it, Starscream," Ratchet snapped, beating a wrench against his palm. He pulled the tool back over his shoulder. "We're done here. You're trespassing on Autobot territory, and you're here without backup. Get. Out."

"Don't make us tell you again," B snarled, his blades flaring.

"Alright, alright!" Starscream relented, taking a step back before flipping backwards and transforming, taking off and creating a cloud of dust in his wake.

Ratchet waved the dust off half-heartedly as he approached Optimus, offering his servo. The Prime took it, allowing the medic to pull him to his pedes.

"You can take Megatron but not his second in command? The whiny seeker?" Ratchet asked, arching one optic ridge. Optimus sighed, rubbing behind his neck.

"I...there are some things I need to...work through."

"Well, I'm officially off duty. Let's head over to MacCadam's. You can tell me about it there." Ratchet offered him a small, genuine smile. "Doctor's orders?"

Optimus stared at the medic, then found himself returning the smile and lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "If you say so," he replied. He turned to B. "Would you care to join us?"

"I was going to meet up with Elita and run some recon," B said, waving off the offer. "But maybe we'll catch up with you guys later tonight. Have fun talking about old people things!"

Ratchet glared at the scout, lifting his wrench. B squeaked and transformed, taking off across the smooth terrain. The medic huffed, tucking the wrench back into his subspace and moving back towards the road leading into Iacon, Optimus following closely.

~

"I'm lucky you were there today," Optimus admitted as he sat down with Ratchet, a waiter bringing them each a cube. The Prime nodded gratefully, Ratchet shaking his helm.

"I'm sure you would have managed. But it's been a long day and I was ready for a break. Besides. You look like you've got something on your mind. Perhaps I'm not a therapist, but I can prescribe sleep and less work."

Optimus huffed a soft laugh, circling his digits around the cube. "It's nothing important," he said quietly. "I've made a bigger deal about it than I should have."

"It's D-16, isn't it?"

Optimus' gaze snapped up to Ratchet, his optic ridges furrowing. "How did you--"

"You blame yourself for everything that's happened because of him. You do realize he's an autonomous being, right? He makes his own decisions."

"I know that," Optimus muttered, glancing away. "But it's not only that. I...he was my best friend. I wanted to change the world for him. I..." He groaned softly, resting his helm in his servos.

"I'm sorry."

He glanced up as Ratchet lifted his cube to his intake, closing his optics briefly as he drank. He set the cube down, folding his servos atop the table. Optimus blinked. Ratchet glanced down at his servos, his intake twisting slightly.

"I know it hurts," the medic said plainly. "And it leaves a gaping hole in your spark. I know. You wake up expecting someone to be there but they're not. But holding onto that pain is only ever going to hurt you. We have our reality now. It's time to accept that." His optics softened even as Optimus prepared himself for the verbal blow. "It's time to let D-16 go."

"I know," the Prime whispered, his voice breaking, his digits curling around his finials. "I know. But I don't know how."

He startled at the tap on his helm, Ratchet setting his servo back on the table as the Prime looked up. "How about starting with that?" The medic nodded to the untouched cube. "I know it doesn't work on you, but maybe we can use the placebo effect."

"I don't think--"

"Sh." Ratchet downed the rest of his cube in one go, tossing the empty cube aside. "Your turn. Five seconds."

"What?"

"Drink it in five seconds."

Optimus stared at him, but Ratchet didn't blink. The Prime glanced down at his cube, his digits curling around the sharp edges.

"I don't have all night."

Oh, what the heck. Optimus lifted the cube to his intake and downed it in one swallow. Ratchet let out a sharp cackle, slapping his servo on the table.

"Oh, boy," the medic said with a vicious grin. "We're going to need refills."

Optimus' gaze softened as Ratchet turned to flag the nearest waiter down, and for the first time in a long time, he found he didn't miss D-16 so much anymore.

[muletia]

Because I just love stirring the pot, what if reader in the merformers au fell for Ratchet but not Optimus? I would like the ensuing drama injected into my veins.

You end up in the worst situationship this world has ever seen.

A scenario like this could completely break Optimus’ processor. His beloved, his dearest mate isn’t interested in him? Oh, so there’s no reason to live anymore type beat.

At first, he’s furious with his friend. How dare he steal the mate that was meant for him? He knew how much Optimus cared about you, how long he had to wait for you and yet he went behind his back and betrayed him?

But when the anger fades, when Optimus gives himself time to really look, he sees it. You’re happier with Ratchet. You gravitate toward him more naturally. That’s when it sinks in. He’s lost. And with your loss, the meaning of his life crumbles. It’s worthless now.

So now Ratchet faces an impossible choice. His best friend or his human mate?

[revelboo]

Hello our dearest Revel!!! I hope you’re doing well and feeling a bit better, I remember a few days ago you said something about feeling sicky icky. Anything fun going on right now??? :) When you get the chance, can we maybe get some more of peepaw Kup?? I fucking love that old man a very normal amount, I promise 🤣 If you aren’t in the mood to write for him, though, then maybe some Swerve or TFA Ratchet??? I’m now seeing a trend in my faves lmao… Endearingly sweet and pathetic or Old Crotchety Man ™️

Sure!

Don’t You Pt 3

Kup x Reader

• Looking up at a thud and a burst of growling, alien rumbling, you stumble to your feet and gape as Kup drags in-something with Springer on his heels fussing from the sound of his alien gibberish. Whatever that thing is, you’re very glad it appears to be dead. It’s like if a squid had violet, angry sex with a deer. And Kup’s looking up at you, chewing on that metal cigar of his. “Hope you’re hungry, kid. Should last you a while.” Oh. Oh, no. But he looks so genuinely proud and his plating is scratched up from that thing, so you can’t just refuse. Even though you want to.

• Working his cygar as your mouth opens and closes, before you offer him an almost frantic smile. “Oh. Great. Thank you.” You don’t sound that grateful, though. Almost look a bit green. Hears Springer’s disgruntled venting about the mess, the thing’s blue-black blood leaving a wet trail through the ship. “I can’t eat raw meat,” you add, clasping your hands together worriedly. Picky, little thing. Shaking his head in amusement as you wander closer to the edge of the table he’d left you on, he retrieves a knife and starts sawing through the thick hide to get at the muscle underneath.

• Paling as he drives the blade into the squid-deer’s belly and saws upward, as soon as it’s slick, gray entrails pour out, you’re gagging and running for the far side of the table. Retching. “You good, kid?” He calls out as you shudder, unable to look. But you can smell it and really wish you couldn’t. How are you supposed to eat that? And the wet sound of what he’s doing isn’t helping. It seems to take forever for him to butcher that thing, hearing the old bot humming to himself as he works like he’s enjoying this. “Ain’t gonna learn anything like that. You need to know how to feed yourself if you’re going to survive.”

• Primus, help him as you make gagging noises and pointedly refuse to look at what he’s doing. Giving you a pass this time because you’ve been through a lot, but he’d been serious. You need to learn so you’re not dependent on the kindness of others, because you can’t count on that. “I don’t think I can do that,” you mutter, voice strained. No confidence in yourself. He’ll need to work on that, too. Make a little wrecker out of you, but he has a feeling he’s going to have a lot of work to do. Until then, he can protect you until you can protect yourself. Primus knows if he takes his optics off you for even a klik, everything on this world is likely to try and eat you.

• Can’t make yourself look as he cleans up. Glancing over when the smell of cooking meat fills the air. And it doesn’t smell as awful cooking at least. Someone’s dragged the carcass off somewhere, but there are black smudges on the floor still. But your stomach growls at the promise of food and your attention shifts fully to Kup. Watching him roasting the meat over an open flame with a slight frown. Trying his best to take care of you even though he doesn’t have to, just like he’d saved you when you’re nothing to him. “You can. Just need to be taught,” he says, metal cigar bobbing between his denta. Sounding so confident, but he’s the only one. A plant had nearly eaten you. No, your best bet of survival is clinging to Kup with a death grip and refusing to let go.

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TFP: Universal Observations

WELCOME BACK EVERYONE! HAVE A NEW CHAPTER AND THE ENDING OF PART 1 OF ACT 1! i already know the results of the poll so i'm already planning ahead the next au ;)

in the meanwhile, say goodbye to rung! we'll see him again at some point.

hehe

ACT I: Show Acting - III -

[ ----- TP : UO ----- ]

Omega Outpost One

[ "Such hostility and confusion I sense, it has been quite a while since this thing operated on its own…" The mysteirous mech said, tapping the screen. "Curious."

Clearing his throat, the mech gave a gentle smile, "Settle down you all, I mean no harm. Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I can't. Your relays are incomplete, damaged. I can't do anything in your world, nor can you do anything in mine. My name is Rung, it is a pleasure to meet you all… Somewhat." ]

Raf was glad to be on the ground again- he wasn't afraid of heights, but constantly moving between Bee's shoulder and hands was getting tiresome- he couldn't really blame him though, his alternate- or well, future? Self? Nearly died! Like actually nearly died.

He knew that missions with the bots were dangerous, he sometimes still had nightmares of the first time he, Miko and Jack got on the Nemesis to save Agent Fowler. The loud noises, the violence, almost getting squashed by giant metal bodies falling down with explosions and blaster-fire in the background…

Yet he couldn't exactly find it in himself to regret being with the Autobots. Being allies with them, being friends. He had friends of his own, not his sibling's friends, or family friends. Sure they're not his age, Bumblebee being nowhere near his age, but they were still his closest and dearest friends.

He didn't even mind that he was sometimes babied or treated the youngest- he was the youngest of them so it wasn't exactly wrong…

But he just knows that after this, after watching his possible death of the future, even if the source was from another universe from a fictional show that depicted their universe's future (that was both still weird and cool, but his actor seemed nice at least? Antonio was a nice name, the cons weren't really cons there so that was nice too), they were going to be a little bit more protective than usual.

Thankfully though, something else was taking up their attention now; someone from the otherside was talking to them. Through the orb! And there was another orb there too! Is that how they're talking to them? Through that? There were more of them out there?

Raf peered at the screen in the air, Miko and Jack's hands were on his shoulders as the three of them were being guarded by the Autobots, the cybertronians forming a protective wall in front of them.

Optimus shared a look with the other bots, discomfort and suspicion on their faces. "... Greetings Rung, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots." 

( "I am Lord Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons. Explain yourself, 'Rung'!" )

[ Rung stayed silent for a moment, tilting his helm before sighing. "Your relays are definitely damaged, I cannot hear anything if you're speaking to me right now, nor can I see you. The output is doing fine, but any input isn't possible for the moment." ]

"Wait, so lanky there can't hear us?" Miko immediately asked and didn't even bother waiting for a reply, "Hello?! Dude! Orange with goggles, can you really not hear us?!" She shouted, going as far as to weave herself through the Autobot's legs to stand before them beneath the floating screen.

"Miko!" Multiple voices exclaimed, exasperated.

Miko didn't even bother squirming when Bulkhead gently grabbed her and deposited her back with Jack and Raf behind them. Pouting and thoughtful. 

"What relays? Must be internal, which is just fantastic considering we have no idea how to open the spheres and look in them." Ratchet muttered, glaring at the orb with heated eyes. 

( A series of voices were stitched together, "Relays- possibly internal-unable-to open." "Find a way to open it then!" )

[ "Your relays should be able to be fixed on their own, they're capable of self-repairing. Though it will take time." Rung spoke to them, "Perhaps you've already tried to open the spheres, you'll find it near impossible to do such a thing. They're pretty much indestructible." 

The mech sat back against his chair, legs crossed and hands on his lap. "I'm assuming that you're new users of it. That you've managed to stumble upon- well, there's no real name for them but we've been calling them 'Observers' considering their purpose. My assumptions are entirely based on the fact you've not known how to respond to me whatsoever." ]

"By the sound of it there's more of these things around." Bulkhead muttered, reaching out to poke the gold and silver sphere only to be halted by Optimus. 

"Indeed." The Autobot Leader nodded, looking between the sphere and screen with caution. 

Raf frowned, muttering to himself. "'We'?" Jack looked over to him with confusion and he spoke a little louder, gaining the bot's attention. "He said 'we', so there's- there's like, other people like him. Other people who have a sphere or, uh, 'Observer' and know what it can do… I just wish we could respond and like, actually ask questions."

.: Well, we'll be able to eventually. Right? He said the internal relays will repair themselves and we'll uh, be able to do that. :. Bee beeped out, most of the tension finally slipping out of his body and stance. He was still protective though, it showed in his wings. They were still up and straight and he was keeping close to Raf more than usual.

[ Rung stayed silent for a moment, before humming. "I have no doubt that you have a lot of questions, some I may have the answer to. Let's get the basics out of the way, shall we? No, I do not know where these Observers came from, nor do I know of their creator or creation. They simply just… appear, out in the universes. I do not know if they're in every universe, but I do know their purpose; it's to, as we've named them, 'observe'." ]

Ratchet was typing rapidly into the base's console, "Observe what though." Jack asked aloud, and was startled when Rung answered his question- a coincidence considering he was explaining what these… Observers were.

[ "As to what they observe- anything, everything, they're particularly biased to whoever finds them. They show their users what they've observed- never in their current universe, but in others. Again, I don't know how it works, nor do I know the exact specifics but that's just how these Observers are." Rung said, patting the orb that sat nearby on his shelf.

"Their purpose is to observe, or rather, have people observe through them. Observe into other universes. Admittedly this is hypothetical, even after all this time, we're still learning quite a lot with these things. But this hypothesis has been mostly supported by the fact that if there's an Observer around, then soon it'll attach itself to users and show them universes based on what they want." ]

"Yes, yes, but how? Miko and Bumblebee were prattling words earlier on when it asked for keywords but it was Jack's words that it clung on to instead which gave us this universe instead!" Ratchet said aloud, making Raf nod, it had been weird.

Was it because Miko had accidentally activated it earlier by saying the words 'shatter' and 'glass'? Raf tried to think on why that was, what happened- what lead to the sphere's activation…

"Guys, guys!" He exclaimed, interrupting conversations going on- he hated being rude but, this was important! "I'm pretty sure that the 'users' that Rung is talking about is Miko, Jack and I- we were touching the Observer when Miko accidentally activated it saying a passcode remember? She said, 'boring' which apparently was a passcode, which activated the artifact and since we were touching the Observer— "

"It accepted us as its users?" Jack finished incredulously, though as he said it he seemed to believe it. "That… makes sense, Miko said 'shatter' and 'glass' afterwards which triggered it to look into that universe where the Cons and Bots morality were all, uh-"

Miko was quick to help him out. "Swapped? Switched? Completely on the flipside?"

"So the sphere's connected to the kids, great." Arcee drawled with great sarcasm.

.: Is there a way to transfer uh, user-ship? Or maybe just- get the orb to see us as users as well? :. Bee questioned.

Optimus sighed, "A good question, Bumblebee, one that I wish we could as to Rung." He said, nodding over to the orange mech who was still speaking. The mech had managed to go off course, mumbling to himself while typing into a datapad.

[ "-m rambling. Pardon, it's just been a while since I've had a guest with the orb.,, Where was I? Ah yes, the basics." Rung nodded to himself, smiling at the screen. "You might be asking by now how exactly to work the Observers, how to control it… I'm sorry to say that I cannot help you with that." ]

"What?" "What do you mean you can't help us with that?!"

( "Useless mech!" A seeker sneered, "What even is his alt? None of his kibble makes sense!" )

[ "You see, although they all look extremely similar, each Observer have unique controls. Mine, for example, activates when I offer it a model of something. It searches the universes for its replica or something similar to it and shows me the universe. Another Observer that I know of, is controlled solely through wordless song. It seems that each Observer is one of a kind in terms of controls and they adapt to the user. So whatever advice I can offer you to control your observer would be mostly useless." ]

"Who the frag decided to make all powerful observation devices like that?!" Ratchet hissed with great annoyance, glaring at the Observer once more. Bulkhead gave a sympathetic pat to the incensed medic.

( A warlord expresses similarly, snarling at the Observer with offended optics. A visored mech plays an old clip of a certain cycloptic mech saying the phrase, "It is completely illogical." )

"Wordless song? Like what, one guy is just screaming or playing guitar to control his orb-thingy?" Miko deadpanned, Raf thought it over and snorted, holding back a laugh at the image of someone trying to control the Observer through guitar. He gives up holding back when he spots Bee playing an imaginary guitar.

"I guess we're lucky aren't we?" Jack piped up, smiling crookedly at an unimpressed Arcee and a stoic-faced Optimus. "All we have to do is like, say Key Words and that's it."

"It is thankfully convenient." Optimus murmured with an agreeing nod.

[ Rung gave them a hapless smile, "You will have to learn how to navigate your Observer on your own. Although, the only commonality between all Observers is that every one has a 'Universal Library'. Every Universe you look into will be recorded and saved into the Observer's storage, you can even revisit any universe previously viewed using the Universal Library." ]

"Didn't that thing say something about an error in its universal library?" Arcee muttered in thought.

"Yeah… Yeah! It- slag, it said something about losing it didn't it?" Bulkhead said with a grimace as he realized what that meant. "Guess we can't look at any other universe that it had before, we're starting off fresh."

Raf frowned, "There's gotta be a way to restore the lost data. Maybe there's a hidden back-up on it?"

"One could only hope." Ratchet grumbled.

[ Rung seemed to pause, shoulders tensing up before slumping down. "There is much I'd like to speak with you, however I am a busy mech unfortunately. I have obligations that I cannot put aside, so I will have to cut this short. My last couple of advices to you…" He trailed then smiles, "The Observer isn't sentient, but it does have its bias and tastes. Despite its namesake and purpose, a more accurate purpose to it is that it's a story teller. It likes to present the universes it observes akin to shows on media. Especially when it shows past information that might confuse the user- you might have seen a moment like it before. A flashback sequence perhaps?" ]

Give me your fa—

"Ah, so that's what that was." Miko said aloud, sounding nonchalant but Raf could spy her hands clenching by her sides. "I was wondering what that was about."

"Guess the Observer's a theatre kid." Jack joked to them both, making them grin and snicker slightly.

[ Rung paused again, his smile slipping before he reached up to take off his goggles, primal blue optics glowing bright through the screen. ]

Raf's breath hitched, and he knows he isn't the only one.

There is something unnerving about Rung's eyes.

Something that makes Raf thing he can see them through the screen.

He'd almost forgotten the feeling, with how soft-spoken and unassuming the mech had been. But when he first looked right at the screen, it really felt like Rung could see them with that unsettling gaze of his.

It makes Bee tense again, standing defensively before him, Miko and Jack again alongside the others. Optimus at the very front, a complicated expression that was mostly caution and something confusing.

( On a far away warship, blasters were aimed at the screen once more on pure instinct. It's unnerving annoying, the feeling of those optics on them... )

[ "You will see many things." Rung starts out softly, smiling once more, wane and quiet. "You will see beautiful sights, emotional moments and witness things that will change your perspectives forever. You might even learn information that might be important or pertinent, something that could help your own universe somehow…"

His optics hardened and his smile turns into a stern frown, a warning finger points at them through the screen. "But in the same vein, you will learn horrible secrets, witness personal nightmares and agonizing moments, you might view others in ways you never thought you would. You must understand that the Observer peers into countless of universes that each have their own differences. Similarities may come often, but one universe's information may not work for your own. Please… Please… keep that in mind when you see what else is out there."

"Some universes will give you hope, some, despair. An ally in your world may be an enemy in another and likewise the same can be said reversed. Your counterpart may end up doing acts you despise or are horrified by, keep in mind that they are not truly you. Their actions and words are their own, as are yours. Whatever you see through the Observer's showings…" ]

Raf didn't move an inch from behind Bee as Rung reached out to press a hand against his orb- his Observer. What he was saying, he said with clear experience. He sounded tired, sad, but somehow reassuring.

[ "Be mindful. And be careful." Rung used his other servo to put his glasses back on. He was smiling again, reassuring, calm and apologetic.

"When your relays are fully repaired, and you have more questions and I am not as busy, feel free to revisit this universe and contact me. I hope your experience with the Observer will be a positive one… but be prepared for that to change at any moment. You never know what kind of universe you will stumble upon. Goodbye." ]

Abruptly, the screen turned black but even after it did, the Autobots were still tense. It wasn't until the screen changed did they begin to relax once more.

[ UNIVERSAL OBSERVATION CEASED DUE TO OTHER UNIT'S INTERFERENCE.UNIVERSE AVAILABLE FOR PURVIEW WITHIN UNIVERSE LIBRARYUNIVERSE DATA AVAILABLE FOR CURRENT CONTINUITY: TWO (2)- SHATTERED GLASS (JM-DESIGN) [AVAILABLE FOR VIEWING]- SHOW ACTING (RU-DESIGN) [UNAVAILABLE FOR VIEWING]SEARCH FOR NEW UNIVERSAL OBSERVATION? ACCEPT / DECLINE ]

"Decline." Raf immediately said, they… they needed a moment.

[ UNIVERSAL OBVERSATION DECLINEDSTANDBY MODE ACTIVATEAWAITING FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS ]

( It went unsaid, and would never be pointed out aloud but even the Cons were relieved to see that Standby Mode had been activated. )

"I think we need a moment to uh, process everything." Jack groaned, rubbing his hands against his face. "Figure things out."

Miko, though, was quick to recover from whatever that was from Rung and was already bouncing in place. "What else is there to figure out? We got a thing that let's us see into other universes! We just watched ourselves being like- actors on a late night talk show! And we saw a bit of our future!"

"A future where Raf got shot at by Megatron and nearly died." Arcee deadpanned with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes trained on the girl. Miko faltered, but only for a moment.

She shook her head, looking angry and determined. "Which now we know! And we won't let it happen to Raf! We'll be prepared! No one's going to touch Raf, certainly not that buckethead robot!"

Bulkhead made a strangled, garbled noise, coughing to quickly clear his throat. "Well- Miko's right." He was quick to continue so he wouldn't interrupted, seeing both Bee's and Arcee's expressions. "We won't let anything happen to Raf. To any of the kids. We know a little bit of what's coming, we can prevent it from happening."

Raf reached out to touch Bee's leg, smiling up to his best friend reassuringly when he let out a distressed beep- it was just noise, no words. "It's gonna be okay Bee."

"We promised to keep you children safe when we took you in our protection." Optimus said gravely, eyes dim and sorrowful. "It pains me to know that in another future, regardless of where we've seen it from, you were put in such danger Rafael. I'm sorry."

"Like Miko said, it hasn't happened yet. And it won't happen now that we know." Raf replied firmly towards him, smiling brightly at the stoic but kind and gentle leader.

"By the way, are we just going to ignore the fact that the Earth's core is apparently Cybertron's satan? Uh, Unicron, right?" Miko couldn't help but blurt out, glancing around.

At the reminder, all the bots present cringed and had various different expressions on their faces. "i'd… rather let that be a subject of discussion for another time." Ratchet replied stiffly, the mumbling agreements he got from Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee reinforced the idea. Optimus said nothing but his expression had only darkened slightly before settling back to somber. "In any case, what's more important right now is figuring out how to actually control this- Observer. Rafael, if you could assist me?"

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..

…

Good news; they've managed to figure out the general controls of the Observer and gained a little bit more information about them.

Bad news; any more information they want to know? Currently locked because it turns out, it wasn't just the relays inside the sphere that were damaged. A lot of the Observer was damaged.

"Despite what it looks like, this thing is severely busted inside." Raf explained to his friends who needed a short and simple, understandable answer. Miko's eyes had started to glaze over when Ratchet mentioned 'interdimensional quantumatic technofocus' and other big, literally alien words because apparently the human language didn't have the right vocabulary and words for them. "Like, outside, it looks fine and it's almost my size right? But inside, it's the size of the Nemesis ship twice over and nearly all of its machinery is damaged."

.: Seriously? :. Bee gawped, echoing Jack's words who was struggling to imagine it in his head.

"It'd say it's a miracle it's functioning as it is, however we've discovered that although we cannot open the sphere without the proper tools lest we risk tearing apart the fabric of reality," Ratchet drawled as he tapped his finger alongside his datapad, "Rung was correct in that the Observer is self-repairing. Given time, it will fully fix itself back to top shape. The only problem is…"

Raf winced, finishing Ratchet's words with his own. "It needs to be gathering universal data to do that, and to do that, we need to watch more universes."

"Wait, seriously?" Even Miko was surprised to hear that. "Dude, what the scrap? What about like, powering it? Does it also self-power itself or something?"

"Yes, actually." Ratchet nodded, though he didn't look too pleased, he also seemed begrudgingly impressed. Like it was entirely against his will to be impressed but he had no choice but to be. "Whatever idiot created this tech was also genius enough that the power it draws runs parallel in observing other universes and repairing whatever damages it sustains- don't ask me how. I don't know, nor do I wish to know at this point. In any case, if we want this thing repaired, we need to use it… Optimus?"

They all turned to the Autobot Leader, the Prime looking troubled as he gazed at the motionless floating screen that came from the gold and silver sphere.

"… Do we use it?" Bulkhead asked after a moment of hesitance, "It gave us kinda valuable information."

"We could learn stuff from other universes." Raf piped in, already onboard with the idea. Too intrigued with the artifact to stop now.

"It wouldn't necessarily be good information, could be useless or just… really, really bad." Arcee cautioned, not really liking the idea.

"We can handle it! We're just watching stuff anyway, we could also drop out of whatever bad universe we're watching and watch something better!" Miko insisted, rocking on her heels with an excited grin.

"… Optimus?" Jack questioned, wanting to hear from the big bot himself.

Optimus Prime took in a soft vent, optics dimming for a moment before glowing bright once more. "Although there are understandable concerns about the Observer and the contents it might show, I do believe this is a unique opportunity that we must take advantage of. However should any of us be uncomfortable with the contents of what we see, we can stop and from there, it will depends on what you want. Either request to look at something else, or to be excluded until further notice. Is that agreed?"

Nod and noises of confirmation reassured him, and he nodded back. Privately, he wonders just how he was going to explain this to Agent Fowler before shaking his helm. "Alright, then, let us continue and observe something. Raf?"

"Got it! Universal Observation; Activate!"

[ UNIVERSAL OBSERVATION ACTIVATEDENTER KEY WORD TO START UNIVERSAL OBSERVATION ]

( "Autobots: have - decided to - continue." A racer groaned in relief after trying to make sense about whatever the pit they'd been seeing on the screen for the last few kliks alongside Starscream, the only other con who could try to make sense of the scientific and engineering information that had been shown. "Finally! Wonder what's going to happen now?"

"We shall see." A warlord rumbled almost impatiently as they all watched the screen. )

[ ——- TFP : UO ——- ]

the next AU is...

THE MECHA AU!

I'M HYPED FOR THIS ONE FOLKS! GOT BIG PLANS FOR IT! also i did say that the next au is going to be longer parts right? YEAH THIS'LL BE MORE PARTS! i don't know exactly how many, we might even take a break from it halfway and do another au before finishing it SO THIS'LL BE GREAT!

anyway, rung is being very mysterious for... reasons.

little bit more lore about the spheres/orbs- now named Observers! hope you guys enjoyed! no promises as to when the next chapter is gonna come out, might take a break for a while- or maybe after i post the next chapter of Mecha AU.

we'll see!

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Meeting Up - Chapter 10 - tigereyes45 - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

I love writing Ratchet's POV. Which yall could probably tell cause this is the longest chapter yet.

Chapter Summary:

Orion has a plan, Megatronus goes along with it, and somehow Ratchet is dragged in by the both of them.

Preview of the chapter:

Ratchet quickly skims over the details. Orion is given permission to follow him around. He can go into any areas beneath a level 6 security access. Huh, that’s higher then Ratchet’s clearence. Did they expect him to follow multiple medical assistants? Perhaps. Though that might just be the highest level of access any of them might ever have without more formal training.

‘They will be accompanied by Megs for security purposes.’

Megs?

He looks for the name in his databank. Nothing. 

“Orion, who’s-”

“So I did have to use your nickname Megatronus.” Orion explains as he unclasps his servos. “It seemed unlikely that the supervisors would approve of a research project that incorporated a gladiator instead of a security bot as a bodyguard.”

“So you lied.” Megatronus declares as his chair lands on its front legs.

“No,” Orion begins his nervous smile growing a little more confident. “I just said your name was Megs.”

“Megs?” Ratchet looks up at Megatronus. The bigger bot seems to be shrinking in on himself. Then Ratchet looks to Orion who’s still grinning. “Are we doing nicknames now? What’s mine?” He flings a digit out, pointing accusatorily. “And if either of you say Ratch, no. That’s just lazy.”

“Why we wouldn’t dare!” Megatronus begins. He takes Ratchet’s free servo within one of his own and lifts it to his dermas. “You are and always shall be our dearest, Ratchet.”

Clearly that conversation at Maccadams had affected Megatronus after all. Ratchet tries not to think about how he can feel a surge building throughout his system. He should be affected so easily.

Ratchet pulls his servo free. “Nice try, but nicknames are supposed to be shorter.”

“But you must agree,” Orion begins. Ratchet turns to see the archivist was practically beaming. “It does have a nice ring to it Ratchet.”

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Tfp Ratchet x fembot, here it goes back to when Ratchet got the Synthetic Energon, Ratchet treats the reader well, acting when they were both young before the war, they are both Conjux and they were when they were young Bots before, Inspiration, "ancient marriage".

TFP! Ratchet w/ S/O while on Synth En.

Character: Ratchet (Transformers Animated) Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: Short but good maybe? Idk, you tell me! Have fun reading! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of injuries, bleeding (energon), and Ratchet not being his grumpy self (a crime in my world) ⚠️

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⚕️ When you first met Ratchet, you loved how sweet and fun-loving he was, but as he and you aged and eventually became, as Miko says, 'titular old-people', your love for him never wavered

⚕️ But, when Optimus confronted you and asked if Ratchet had done anything with the Synthetic Energon recipe, you were very confused. Why was he asking you this?

"Y/N, my dearest sparkmate!" Ratchet yelled, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up, making you squeak in shock.

⚕️ He spun you around as you clung your limbs inside, trying not to break anything as he spun you around the base. You're not the biggest bot, but certainly not the smallest

"Ratchet, what is going on with you?" You asked as he set you down.

"Nothing's wrong. Is it so bad that I wanted to show my one and only some affection?"

"Considering the fact that whenever you try picking me up after a battle, your spinal-cord gets sore, resulting in you whining about how much it hurts... then yes."

"Well, my spinal-cord feels fine. So, do you wanna go on a drive?" Ratchet asked as he reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you away.

"What- whoa!"

»–•–«

⚕️ It was when Ratchet's signal came back online and you, with the the rest of the team, went off and you saw Knockout attacking your sparkmate when you snapped, pushing your warrior-strength out once more

⚕️ You ran up and allowed your arm to become a spear, which you used to stab the Decepticon's abdomen. As he yelled in pain and stumbled back, you kicked his backwards and into the rocky-walls

"You scratched my paint and stabbed me! What is wrong with you?!"

⚕️ Ratchet walked over and grabbed the tube full of synthetic energon, making the 'Con and you look at him with either anger of confusion

"What are going to do? Drink it?" He yelled.

"No. I'm going to destroy it."

⚕️ Throwing the energon next to the 'Con, you smirked. Now that was the mech you loved

"You idiot! Megatron will have my head!" Knockout exclaimed, making you snort in amusement.

"How fortunate for me." You said.

⚕️ Knockout then drove off as the rest of the team arrived, and that was when you heard Ratchet fall behind you. And when you turned around and looked at him, you saw he had a massive wound in his chest and it was letting out a lot of energon, and fast...

»–•–«

⚕️ Optimus walked away from Ratchet, whom was awakening from a stasis-nap, and nodded to you as you laid down a few more cubes of the energon down

⚕️ You walked up to him and sighed, gripping his servo in your own, which made him groan and attempt sitting up. And, as the only clearly-thinking one in that duo, you pushed him back down, telling him to stay

"Y/N... I need to say something."

"If it's an apology, it's not needed, Ratchet."

"No, you need it. I- I was being a jerk-"

"No. You were being the you I fell for back then. But the thing is... I don't want that mech anymore. I want the one that I've aged with."

⚕️ Smiling down at him, Ratchet chuckled before groaning in pain once more. You rolled your optics and leaned down, laying your head down on his, which made him close his optics and sign gently

"Don't ever change yourself again, Ratchet."

"As long as you don't do it either." He teased.

"I promise."