#so he leans down a bit to put his face in ratchet's hands

[valveposts]

Ambulon just wants to be a good boy so bad aaa ratchet has to be carefully telling him good job on shift cause that might make amby go into his subspace alone <3 he’s so deprived of positive attention that anything he gets is practically intoxicating.

Ratchet praises him so well when he takes all his supplements too~ since he isn’t really in charge of any form of paychecks (that’s Magnus’s job) ratchet just rewards him with stuffing sessions and a spike in his valve! Sometimes First Aid joins too and takes turns between sucking him off and double penetrating him alongside ratchet

he does, he really wants to be good <33

and oh man, i wonder when ratchet realized that for the first time-- that he was sending ambulon into subspace by praising him too much at work. thats probably a oneshot fic in itself.

so yeah, he waits until they're off the clock, and then he holds ambulon's face and tells him how good he is and amby just melts

[muletia]

i read your post about megatron showing off like a bird. so perhaps i present you.. the other obsessed!bots showing off?

obsessed!optimus prime making sure his paint is in it’s best shape, practically shining from the amount of work he put into it and silently hoping, praying (and probably screaming) that you’ll praise him and, if you’re past the relationship faze, peg him enough to were he can act normally around the autobots to get another mission done without daydreaming again.

obsessed!ratchet constantly talking about his experience with his hands (he’s quite the medic, wink wink *dies*) and skills over the course of his long life, even talking about some of the impressive feats he managed to pull off.

and hell, maybe even some of the decepticon’s lean into this too. i especially think starscream would be the most likely to do this.

obsessed!starscream would probably brag about his feats when he was decepticon commander and things he did on Cybertron. Making sure to be in his best condition and showing off what his jet form can do, even doing those words made in air some people do with planes.

you are so big-brained anon, i love your ideas!!

i’ve decided to expand on optimus’s concept a bit and threw in a few other characters

optimus definitely forgets to take care of himself sometimes, or he simply doesn’t have the time due to the busy schedule. if we add a sprinkle of obsession to the mix, his lack of self-care can easily be attributed to the hours he spends daydreaming about you, you, and that one night you shared just a few days ago. but when he does finally get around to looking after himself and polishes his paint to the point where you can see your reflection in it, he’ll silently beg for crumbs of praise from you. he might still have that resting prime face, but if you compliment him, bro is mentally screaming, giggling, and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. he might even strut around proudly after your kind words, shocking the rest of the team.

i haven’t written about him yet, but… smokescreen showing off his speed to impress you? or honestly, doing anything extreme to get your attention. handstands, backflips, showing how agile he is. and when he takes you for a ride, suddenly he’s drifting or doing donuts. isn’t he just so cool? please, say he is—smokes will do absolutely anything for your approval.

soundwave will bring you gifts. did you mention a game you’ve been dying to have? a few days later, a copy of that game shows up in your steam library. are you into diy? he hands you an enormous box of various types of yarn. or brings you shiny, colorful stones that caught laserbeak’s optic during patrol. imagine him presenting you with a giant gold nugget or gemstones worth a fortune.

knockout will use his body but in a more sensual, seductive way. he’s always polished and pristine, and his finish practically screams for attention. but if, somehow, that doesn’t work on you, knockout is more than willing to behave like an absolute attention whore. oh no! he’s totally accidentally dropped something on the floor! and instead of bending down like a normal person, he’s about to give you the most sensual show you’ve ever seen (picture that one scene with megan fox from the first transformers movie lmao).

[revelboo]

Might I request the piss-green/yellow Ratchet to keep in my garage? My live-action darling is hideous but he deserved so much more-

🤣 sure! Bit behind today since I’ve been running errands

Stray

Bayverse Ratchet x Reader

• Hear a thump and a clatter from somewhere in your house and you put your book down, listening. And you hear it again, sighing as you push to your feet, because that’s the garage. Which means your freeloader is back. Again. Toeing on your sneakers, you unlock the door connecting the house and garage and reach inside to fumble against the wall to flip the switch up. There he is. An ugly, almost neon ambulance sitting in your garage and it sinks down slightly on its shocks, hunkering down guiltily like a dog caught doing something it shouldn’t. “I swear if you bring the feds to my doorstep and I get hauled in for questioning again, I’m not covering for you,” you say, starting down the stairs.

• Venting at your tone, he shifts on his tires. Pretending he’s just a vehicle as you come to a stop in front of him, arms crossed and scowling. Your annoyance is adorable as you stalk to the side and kick one of his tires. And he gives up on playing, transforming and grimacing as his helm hits one of the overhead lights. “No one followed me,” he assures you, crouching as you point a finger at him in threat. Like you think you can make him leave if he doesn’t want to. Likes it here, likes your attitude, that you’re not intimidated by him.

• “You didn’t spend four hours in a hard metal chair covering for your alien ass last time,” you snap as he holds up his hands like he thinks he needs to fend you off, but you know he’s just humoring you. “This isn’t a damn hotel.” And you spot both of your plastic gas cans turned over. Apparently, he’d helped himself to a drink and you scan the shelves to see if he’s been into anything else. “Seriously? You know how much gas costs?”

• Watching you gesture angrily, face flushed, he chuckles and you glare up at him. “I missed you. Not sure why when you’re so vicious,” he mutters, engine rumbling and you freeze. “In an endearing way,” he adds, clearing his vents as you inhale slowly. Shifting on his peds in his crouch, he tenses, half expecting you to grab one of the tools off your work bench and chuck it at him. Leaning to offer you a servo, he’s not at all surprised when you smack him. Rumbling in amusement at you, he reaches to fluff up your hair.

• Smacking at him as your annoyance falters when he smiles down at you, you huff at him. “You missed me?” You ask, stepping back and trying to finger comb your hair. And he hooks a servo around you, tugging you closer as you lean back. Not really resisting him. Letting his big servos tug at your clothes to straighten them as his lips twitch when he vents slowly. ‘You know I did,’ he growls and you slide a palm against the back of his hand, feeling the warmth of him. ‘Did you miss me?’ He asks and you wrinkle your nose at him. “Maybe.” Smiling when he rumbles, growling louder at that as he bends forward, helm bumping your forehead gently. ‘Maybe,’ he echoes gruffly, his annoyance making you smile in earnest.

[squibsformers]

Miscommunication

Rodimus x Human Reader, Drift x Ratchet x Human Reader

Summary: After Rodimus tried looping you into something you really weren't into, you sought out your other partners to complain about his reveal of character.

Word Count: 1,128

AN: NSFW suggestive talk, no outright smut. Also hi this is my first tf writing soooo lmk what your thoughts are, i love comments. I'm already working on a reader insert series and wanted to start with a few one off bits. Enjoy! tagging valveplug just in case.

[Pt. 2]

Drift looked up when you entered the medbay, his greeting dying on his glossa as his field just PINGED with the waves of displeasure coming off you.

“Jeez… what's got you all wound up, huh?” He straightened his backstuts as he stood up more from the desk he leaned over, messing with Ratchet temporarily set aside.

You hissed a rush of words under your breath as you strutted in, something that he couldn't TELL what was said but he understood it wasn't very polite. Even the older medic bot lifted his head to address you.

“I only managed to make out Rodimus in all that. What did our oh so brilliant captain do to piss you off?”

 “I thought this whole time we were leading up to something… fun. But it turns out I misread every step. He thinks he's BETTER than me.”

“He's the captain, he is better than you.”

You whipped your head around to glare at Ratchet. “Better enough that I deserve to clean the dirt off his kibble with my tongue?? Because I feel that's pretty fucking degrading.”

Both bots stilled, and the medic's “Wait, what-” was interrupted by Drift stalling briefly and talking over him. “That doesn't sound at ALL like something Roddy would say.”

“I thought so, too.” You huffed before your attitude melted into something a bit sadder. “I mean… I've been flirting with him for so long, and he's been receptive towards it. You even told me he said he likes me. So I don't know where this came from…” 

Groaning, you put your face in your hands, and idly Ratchet patted your back while working (and half listening). 

“I didn't even think that would be a thing with you guys, making someone tongue-polish your like, plating and stuff.”

“That sounds like something Megatron would have had Starscream do back in the day,” Ratchet groused, making Drift mock gagging.

“I'm going to purge my tank, don't make me think about those two like that.” A shudder wracked the ex ‘con's frame. “Eugh. No it's not really a thing with us. Is…is it a human thing?”

“Ah…” The question made you pause to think. “Not… really? I mean, kind of. It's usually an extremely exaggerated form of punishment from someone who wants to uh… show superiority while demeaning the other. Though it's shoes or boots for us, not armor spikes. The idea is to polish the dirtiest article of clothing with their tongue - or glossa - so they feel... sub-human. Though there's always exceptions, and some people are into that kinda thing as like, a kink? But it's really not…what I'm looking for.” You wince.

….Ratchet paused his comforting as he listened, before turning to look you over. “Hold on, back up. Armor spikes… kid, what did Rodimus say to you?”

Drift leaned over the autobot's shoulder, studying you closely. The samurai looked both confused…and disbelieving.

Alright, fine then.

“He said ‘Y’know… Maybe you can put that glossa of yours to use and… clean my spikes with it.’” They let out a grumble. “I didn't peg him for the degrading type…”

The two mechs went oddly quiet and still.

“Spikes… plural?” Drift pressed.

You thought back more, mulling the memory over, of the captain of the Lost Light leering down at you with that heated smirk and his thumb on your cheek…and shook your head.

“No, sorry. Just spike.”

“PFFT-”

You looked up to see Drift looking away, one of his servos clamped over his intake as he cackled. His limbs shook and he held onto Ratchet to steady himself. The medic was looking away, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook.

He was also laughing at you.

“What. WHAT! HEY?? HELLO!!”

“Kid…Kid, Sp..spike is another term we have for plug.” Ratchet mumbled out. Still laughing. Very much laughing at you. His words caused Drift to wheeze and bend over, his vents stuttering as he cackled.

“He was asking you to interface finally and you totally missed it..!! Oh Primus help me, what did you say? What did you say, tell me. Please, it has to be good.”

Your face got warm as you thought of the fact that you had finally gotten Rodimus interested enough he would make a bold pass. Your face was hot when you realized you had totally missed his signals. Your face was practically on fire when it clicked just how badly you fumbled the whole interaction.

“I… I said Ew, no thanks. And came here-”

“THAAAAHAHAATS THE WORST THING YOU C-COOOHOULD HAVE SAID!!! AAAHAHAGHA OH PRIMUS-”

“Frag me, kid you did not-”

There was no saving you. Both mechs were now openly laughing at your misery. Your face buried in your hands you mumbled out a weak “How was I supposed to know!” that only made Drift start losing it all over again.

After some time (Ten. Minutes.) the two much larger beings had settled, Ratchet returning to his work and chuckling on occasion while Drift…pestered you over your absolute dropping of the ball.

“I can't believe this. I'm almost scared to flirt with you now because you may not get it!”

“Driiiiift…!” You whined, the cheeky samurai squeezing your hips. “Let me go, I want to jettison myself out of the airlock.”

“Not a chance!! I mean I want to make sure if I tell you I wanna have you eat my valve from the back that you aren't going to mistake it for me, say, threatening to mug you or something.”

Your face was bright red. “Drift!!”

“Or, oh man, if I tell you I want to slot my plug between your thighs, maybe you'll think I'm wanting you to-”

“RATCHET! DRIFT IS BULLYING ME AGAIN!” Complaining loudly, you squirmed in Drift's hold while eyeing his Conjux, displeased and humiliated and hoping the medic would scold him or something.

Ratchet barely spared you a glance with his optics as he continued his inventory count. He was literally busy and not paying attention to you two.

“Between words from attractive mechs, manhandling, and something almost too big to go in, you enjoy being bullied, and all of us here are very aware of it,” drawled the grouch's response.

You stared at him, mouth dropped open in shock and WORSE embarrassment at how he called your bullshit out. All while Drift began cackling all over again.

—

You stared up at the habisuite door, staring at the imposing metal barrier of captain Rodimus Prime's personal chambers. Your stomach twisted in knots nervously, your palms somewhat sweaty as you raised a fist and knocked hard, twice. Mentally, you prepared your apology as you heard shuffling and the soft clank of pedes across a metal floor.

God, you hoped the mech thought stupid was hot.

[simpingforbots]

Little Alien - part 3

“What do you want me to do here?!” slamming his opened palms on the table, Ratchet stared at Elita-one with angry look, his processor runinig a mile per hour. “I am doctor, not some kind of Magician! What do you want me to do here! With -with with this thing!”

Never in years of his activity he would even imagine that he will be dealing with this.  He sort of expected that sooner or later one of the miners would be a bit more troublesome, like Orion Pax, he expected Wheeljack, he expected thign that could happened, but never this. Letting out an exhausted groan, Ratchet look down at the small cage that housed small creature, cybertronian alike, just different. Their small beady eyes sparkled with intelligence, snooping around the new environment, while keeping to the furthest corner, away from him. Leaning down on the table, medick took a lcoser look, before standing up and throwing glares at nurses, who quickly ran away. This new thing sure is getting a lot of unnecessary attention

“I am aware Ratchet, but I really have no other choice” folding her arms on chest, fem bot shifted her weight from one peds to another “Prime is digging though archive in hopes of finding anything about this one, so we really need some kind of medical attention.”

“And what do you want me to do?! I can’t cut the open unless you want them dead! They are a new life to me, I will have to cut them open just to see what makes them tick! So what do yoou want me to do, huh?!”

“I can try to help” letting a groan, Ratchet quickly grabbed the wrench ready to toss it in to Wheeljack, who pooped from behind doorframe, his blue “ears” glowing as always while his optick shined with excitement. Of course this idiot will be happy to try some experiments, which Ratchet was not to ecstatic to allow. As soon as this bot got his T-cog, he become a frequent visitor of the med-bay, with his experiments always ending in explosion or some other bodily harm. And now he just hang around, trying something else. “Oh, what is this cute little thing”

“Not sure,” Elita shrugged, taking a step back. Even if Wheeljack was accident-pron, he was still smart and two helms is better then one “but their name is Scraplet for now. I can’t keep calling them thing and little thing. So, you said you can help?”

“Sure can” Wheeljack tapped on glass, sending small thing running away from one side to another, eyes on him, confused and scraed “What if we scan it? Maybe it can give us some answers, even if a small percentage”

“This is---” Ratchet raised his voice, ready to snap when he stopped “Not to bad of an idea. Alright then, lets do this then.”

Sleeping on hard surface was very uncomfortable, even with hand under your head – your back ached with pain, sides screamed at you for even daring to sleep on hard surface and headache drilled in to your mind like crazy. Rubbing your eyes, you pushed your self off the gorund with a groan, eyelids heavy with sleep and exhaustion, despite the rest. Smacking your dry lips, you looked around, knowing well then you will have to communicate to metal giants your need in one way or another if you want to survive on this planet. It will be hard, with language barrier, you just prayed that they saw you at least as something smart, not some dumb new pet. Last night, after what you can guess was a destressing session for Pink, you were taken to another room, that looked to much like a bedroom, even if all of it was made out of metal. She took you to her room for a god night rest, putting you back in to container and laying on huge metal bed to rest, quickly fallign asleep, without moving or breathing, making you shiver with creepy chills. And even in the morning, she still did not change her position, still laying on her back, hands by her sides, face peaceful and with no emotions. Taking a deep breath, you let a sad sigh, sucking in the pain from your hungry stomach, left with not other option but wait for pink one to wake up and decide what will happen next. Surprising it did not take to long for Pink to wake up, optick snapping open and getting up, stretching from the good night rest, mumbling something and ignoring your existence for a bit, leaving the room, then returning with same box you were in, only with glowing liquid you’ve seen outside and poked with stick, drinking it. Okay those thing can eat and drink, making you a bit worry for your own safety, observing carefully every step bot made, still ignoring you, talking to no one while tapping on the head. Was she using some kind of built in radio in her head, you had no idea, she turning toward you and walking up. Trying not to look to tense, you just looked up, trying to save all the energy you had in your body, blinking slowly. Pink one leaned on table your cage was placed, still with one hand on the head, talking, coking head side to side it then tapped on the glass with her metal finger, saying something loud and clear.

At first you did not understood what it meant, but then it pointed at you, repeating the same thign, again and again. Was it calling you something? You had no idea, but maybe it will be best to show some reaction, getting up when she said one more time, walking over. She smiled, clearly happy that you showed a reaction, reaching in and scratching your head, moving slowly to the side and under your chin. It then spoked to the air again, taking hand of her head and wrapping two hands around cage lifting it up. Yep, you learned quickly it will best to seat down as to not slide around, no mater how carful Pink was. She carried your cage through huge place, with more bot’s on the way, more shapes, more sizes and all different colours, a few same, bust still different. They all started momenteraly at you, grumbling something to pink one or saluting, meaning that your assumption about Pink being some kind of higher up was right. Does it mean Blue WAS some kind of king around here. You did not see yellow bot though, kind of happy that you will not be tossed around. Pink walked to the huge doors, pressing a button, signalling to them to opened up with a magnificent view.

Shining in golden glow, an alien city was buizy with life. There were buildings hanging of the sealing of the huge cave that seemed to have no end in sight. The building reminded you of skyscraper in New York, just upside down. Then there was other structures, build normally, with lights in the windows, antennas and other things. You can see also train, weaving in between building in air, going up and down, leaving some space for flying machines to go peacefully on their path. The lift strated moving, quickly descending, you able to feel your guts shift a bit with sudden speed, like on one of those carnival rides, yet you were still were enamoured with what you were seeing on the ride down, not really worried about where you are being taken now. Once you reched the bottom, the door sit open and Pink walked in to streets, heavily populated with bots, who did not really cared about you or Pink one, to focused on their own life, walking in and out of building, hand filled with something or empty, running or walking, reminding you of a city streets on Earth, filled with life. You become even more ecstatic at fact that Pink went to platform, still holding you, waiting for the train, that you watched closely, able to see tracks form in mid air, forming path for train of enormous size. All the bots walked in, taking seat or standing grabbing on to rails, with doors closing and train moving, gliding though the city, giving you more scenery. Finally, after all the rides and path, you finally reached some kind of place, filled with same monotone coloured bots, with crosses, tending to other bots, moving them on glididng gurneys. The place felt clean and organized, with voice coming from speaker. Okay, so you were brought to alien hospital, eyes darting around at what you can only guess were nurses, all doing random tasks. Pink walked over to the reception, putting you on table while starting conversation with nurse, then taking you and going in to hallway. This is when you were brought to a new room, with huge table, strange equipment laying around neatly and organized, able to smell chloroform in the air and a new bot. He had the same colours as nurses – red and white, but with blue “windows” in his chets, that’s the only thing you can describe them. His hand were red and on his head was a set of red small horns. He seemed to be happy to see Pink, eyes quickly shifting on you in confusion, your cage placed in front of him on table and the conversation started. It relay did not take to long for “Red horns” to start yelling and slaming his hands on table, pointing at you time to time, propably getting angry at Pink for brining you to sterile environment. It leaned, staring at you. Than came another one, this one had long flat ears and he seemed to be interested as well. Unlike Red horns, Elf clearly did not belong to hospital, covered in burns and scratches, chattering with Red Horns while Pink finally took a step back, letting two “doctors” do what ever with you.

Alert, you huddled in to corner, not knowing what else is happening, eyes glued to Elf while Red was retrieving something from many cabinets, grumbling like an old man. It came over with something flat in his hand, tapped on it and directed at you, making you press your self in corner, shaking your head.

“Oh hell nah, nah nah nah, stay away, what ever this is stay AWAY!” you raised your voice, screaming now, panicking when the thing was brought closer. There is no where to run, so you though your hands up, shielding your self, closing eyes and getting ready to be hurt. You heard some noise, bright light and then.... nothing. Confused, you opened one eye, watching as line of light went down your body, navigated by Red horns, moving slowly, then go up, momenteraly blinding you, making you jerk and rubbed your eyes. The light went over your body a few times, you getting confused. It stopped with a beeping noise and red horns lifted the machine to his head, staring at it with confusion before reching for you. You did not wanted to see where it will go, bolting ay from the hand, missing it by inch, but being small did not mean quick, robot quickly wrapped his hand around your torso, not squeezing and lifted up. It bubbled again, his other hand putting console down and reaching behind you, turning over and then hooking under your suit. You started screaming again, wriggling as the suit started groaning against your skin and metal fingers, hearing the seams groan and tear, able to feel fabric stretch and rip, slowly being pilled of you like some kind of banana skin, no matter how hard you protested, leaving you only in “PJ”- a blue suite that you wore under the suite to keep you warm. But even it was not spared, quickly stripped of you, leaving in only undies. You swore at them like a sailor, punching and kicking the hand and when they put you down, you covered your personal bits with shame, running for the corner and huddling in it, glaring with anger and hatred at two bots who seemed to be interested in your clothes. You just let them study it, because right now you are very much emberesed with your body being naked, with nothing to cover up. Pink chuckled quietly at you while one of “doctors” finally reacted to your predicament, leaving to quickly return with cloth, handing it over you, which you snapped quickly, scaring the BOT to pull back from how fast you snatched covering, looking at red horns.

After peeling strange layer off the real body, both scientist bend over the covering, mumbling in between them self, momenteraly reuniting with reality to replace fabric for little one, who seemed to be ashamed to be seen without it around their body, snatching it so fats, Wheeljack stumbled backwards, making Elita-One chuckle. Two scientist spend a few more seconds over the fabric, Ratchet taking it to one of many equipment’s he had, examining it under his microscope, moving it with pincers, letting a few gasps.

“So?” tiered of not having answers, Elita finally made her known “Any ideas?”

“Well, first thing first,” Walking over, Wheeljack lifted small one up, who fought as they were lifted up by him, no longer liking him “This is an organick life form. The reason Prime can not find much about it is because it is so rare to come across it, they were considered a myth. They are fragile, easily hurt, incredibly week compared to our kind and require more intense maintenance to function”

“And why are you so interested in their outer layer armour?” coking her eyebrow, Elita reached for Scraplet, who seemed to be happy to be in her hands, reaching their small servos towards her, relaxing once presed against her chest, curling in to them self “they don’t seem to be happy about it.”

“Mostly because of what came up on the scan” Ratchet replied, tapping a few buttons and bringing the vision of microscope to every ones view. Opticks growing wide, ELtia took a step back, little one still nestled in to her safety. As Ratchet cut carefully in to strange material and pealed it away, a layer of wires  opened up to every ones view, connecting to boxes, small screens and other things. How did it ended up in the suit and how did the small one build it, can it hold answers about them? Question rushed through Elita’s processor like crazy, slowly looking down at Scraplet, who lifted their head up with soft eyes, pure and unaware. ”It seemed despite being organick, those small things are smart. Can not say for sure if this one is” Pulling from microscope, Ratchet sighed as Wheeljack tried to pet the small thing, who only hid away form him in Elita’s servos, letting angry chirps out. “But if we tinker around with this primitive technology, we might uncover their language and translate it. For now it is hopples to even try to communicate.”

“Hmm...” Elita sighed heavily, letting her servo run up and down the back, able to feel small bumps along the back. “any thign else I should know?”

“Well for starters as organick life from it needs a lot of attention. I heard one of elites used to have an organick life form and it was not so easy to take care of them – basicaly requiring around the clock care. Yet he was able to find all the necessary purchase”

“And where do I get it?” feeling something bad about to happened, Elita clenched her servos aorund the small squishy being, watching two scientist exchange glares.

---

“Welcome to my humble shop!” a dark coloured bot greeted them, clapping his servos and rubbing them together, watching as well known fem-bot graze his footsteps. It was no secret that Elita returned from patrol with something and that this something was small and strange. More interestingly LongClaw was ready to pay him big price to try and steal from her just to get his servos on small creature, of course Swindle planned to keep small thign for him self, seeing how much attention it got, planning to turn it to mascot for his business, but now he had to backtrack, his opticks carefully watching every step fem bot took, carrying small being in their arms like some kind of sparkling.

She knew something was wrong when two smartest bot’s went quite, staring at each other. Sending her to well known crook for supplies for Scraplet was very stupid, yet no one around the whole Iacon had necessary equipment she needed, and Swindle was famous to be able to get anything, for a high price it is. If she could, she would shut him down and his little boutique, yet the slimy salesman was able to find every legal loophole to keep his shop open, scamming poor bot’s out of their hard earns credit. She already can see a lot of contraband, pilled in boxes and tucked away in shelfs, all shinning at her with prideful shine. Yet she is not here to try dig some dirt on him, she actually need his help. Walking up to the counter, she looked at purple visor, holding back her pride to not punch him square in his faceplate.

“I was informed you have something that I am looking for” Letting Scraplet down, she still kept a close optick in them, not allowing to winder of to far “Specifically for something as this one.”

“AH yes, organick life form,” scratching his chin, Swindle leaned down, focused on the small thign that immideatly running for safety, away from him, but he can win any ones love, all he needs is to bribe them. Still smiling, he reached in to his hub-space, looking for something small, incredibly small. Took some time, but he did found it, pinching it inbetween his thumb and pointer digit, puling out and holding it in front of small thign, shaking it for a second to get their attention even more. The bait worked as small ones eyes grew wide and they glanced up at Elita, then back at his hand, taking a hesitant step forward “Free of charge” he chuckled, moving it closer and small one quickly snatched it, though this time not hiding, just hugging small packet like a nugget of gold, nodding at him with gratitude “Well then you came to the right place” straightening up, he addressed Elita-One “I have every thing you need – water, food, new cage, some fabric for them as I learned first hand this little organick creature value they privacy and being seen without clothing is basicaly as being seen without armour” Counting in his mind how much he can scam Elita-one for, salesman started walking aorund his shop, reching in to boxes and fishing out the product, all under watchful optick of pink bot while he can hear small organick ripping in to small snack he gave them, retuning to the counter with every thing and ready to pitch his sale

“Fragg” letting a heavy sigh, Elita set down on the birth, settling new cage and it’s new resident on the night stand, rubbing her face. After visiting Swindle and getting everything small creature needed, she was surprised at how much care Scraplet needed, and the ride back was not without incident, now that she actually had a cage, every bot paid attention to her and you, wanting to see what strange creature she found. Hearing something squawk, she pulled servo away from her servo, looking up. Inside new cage, Scraplet was having fun, running around, looking in to other small boxes, especialy happy with one of the boxes, apparently a disposal unit for small one to clean them self up and do other organick stuff. Taking in a deep inhale, she sighed, smiling a bit. Maybe it is worth all the trouble.

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[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Teach a bot to kiss: Knock out New years kiss!

Seems this bot might actually have something to teach the reader~ Between work and holiday prep, this one is a bit short. But If anybot already knew about Kissing it would be the gorgeous Mech in red.

Some of- well really MOST of the humans still feared Knock Out in some way. Many of the bots seemed uncomfortable with him as well. He expected it. They were decent, if not friendly with him, but there were times he could tell they wondered if he would turn on them like he did the Cons. You however gave him a chance with every meeting. smiling and greeting him by name. You can Ratchet he liked the most. 

Tonight, while the bots and humans celebrate this planet's solar cycle, you deemed your place to be on the platform beside Knock Out, drinking things you would not share with the kids. He had his own high-grade, sipping away as he watched everyone while listening to you tell tales of new years gone wrong and occasionally right.

"And then he tried to kiss me thirty minuets before midnight. first of all, wrong tree my guy." You were buzzed and going on about some creep at a new years party. "If he was going for a new years kiss, he could of at least done it right."

Knock Out laughs at the pure disgust on your voice and the face you make, "You humans must be obsessed with kissing. What's the point of smooshing your faceplates together just because of a holiday?" He's seen it in nearly every movie at the drive in. At first it was off putting but he had gotten used to it. Maybe even a little curious with how obsessed your kind was. True loves first kiss, the kiss of death... New years kiss. 

"Do Cybertronians not kiss?" You give him a truly confused look. Almost one of shock. 

"No." He looks at you, then the others. "We have other ways of showing affection and care." He thinks about Breakdown and how he used to help buff the places he couldn't reach. How he would take extra care in patching the larger mech. Knock Out lets out a sigh. Wondering what he would have thought about "new years kiss".

There is a comfortable silence between you for the rest of the night. Content in people, or bot watching. The others getting into antics. Even Magnus smiled as he watched on the other side of the room. The kids start to pass out, Miko was surprisingly the first. Raf soon after. Bee joined them, though Knock Out wonders if it was for camaraderie rather than needing recharge. 

Miko's alarm goes of right as it got quite, startling the others.

"It's almost time!" She shoots up, running for the special bottles of sparkling cider she had gotten. 

You look at your bottle, frowning to see it empty. Knock Out watches as someone gets some bright shining ball on the big screen. It slowly starts to descend. 

"Ten!" The humans start the count down

Knock Out glances at you, seeing the melancholy in your eyes. He knows he has that same look. A loneliness that will never fully go away.

"Nine!"

Looking you over, head to toe, the red mech thinks you're not bad. He is a Mech of taste after all. and your lips do seem soft.

"Eight!" The bots join in

Never had that thought before. If any of the cons found out... Starscream already thought he was off for watching the zombie flicks. If he knew Knock Out considered kissing a human...

"Seven!"

Frag it. Why not. You looked so pathetically sad that it made you cute. He could always blame the high-grade if someone said anything.

"Six!" 

Knock Out turns to face you fully, looking down at you. Blocking your view of the screen.

"Five!"

You look up at him, at first to complain, he can see it in the furrow of your brow. When you meet his optics, your complaint falters and instead you step back. You're not scared but thrown off.

"Four!"

He puts his servo behind you, carefully pulling you closer. Pressed against the railing of the platform. You could scream if you thought you were in danger. Hands griping the metal pole.

"Three!"

Knock Out smirks and leans down to your level. You lean forward. Lips parted. Temperate rising. 

"Two!"

"Pucker up fleshie." His voice purrs

"One!"

Noise makers go off, voices cheer, and Knock Out somehow places a gentle kiss to your lips. You would have sworn he's kissed a human before. Too careful. Too precise. You pull away to question but he just smirks and leans close again.

Across the room, Wheeljack is wondering how much he drank to be seeing what he thinks he's seeing.

[insomniacccc]

Dragonfly Pt. 7

TW: needles (medical context)

“Omg!!!! He’s so cute!!!!!” Miko squealed “Can I hold him?!?!?!”

She reached out her hand towards the sad little critter in your arms, but a hiss quickly followed.

You laughed and shook your head.

“Poor thing just got used to me. Give him a little bit to adjust and then try again,” you explained.

“What’s going on over there?” Ratchet asked, glancing down at your little group from the console.

“(Y/N) has a cat!” Jack called out.

“A what??”

You turned yourself so he could see that sad little cat in your arms. Poor thing was small and skinny.

“I found him outside my apartment last night,” You explained, “Took him to the vet this morning and got him checked out. I think I’m gonna keep him.”

“Have you named him yet?” Raf asked, peeking his head around you to attempt to look at the critter.

“Not yet, still thinking of one,” you admitted. You gave the cat’s head a scratch, and it reluctantly leaned in, enjoying your touch.

“Why did you bring him here?” Ratchet asked- you imagined that if he had a nose, it’d be scrunched.

“Well, he’s just a baby,” you explained, “and I need to keep an eye on him. There was also something I was hoping you could help me with, if you have a chance.”

“How can I help with an animal?” He asked, baffled.

“He has some medicine I have to give him,” you patted your bag. “And you’re a medic, so I figured you could help me with it- at the very least give me pointers.”

He let out a sigh.

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be, but I’ll see what I can do,” he said, hands leaving the console for the first time today, “Follow me.”

Ratchet began walking towards the back halls of the base. The kids went to follow, but he held up his hand, motioning for them to stop.

“Just (Y/N),” he told them. They (mainly Miko) let out a groan. “Raf, can you keep an eye on the console for me?”

“Gotcha!” He called out.

Ratchet led you back to a room that most had been forbidden from: his berth room.

“Why are you taking us here?” You asked, head quirked.

“Cause to do this properly, I have to do something that I don’t want the kids knowing we can do,” he sighed.

Once in the room, out of sight, Ratchet suddenly…. Shrank. You startled as he was much closer to your height than you expected him to be.

“You can shrink?!?!???”

“It takes a bit of energy, but yes. It’s called mass shifting,” he explained. He motioned you towards a platform in the room. “Please put the patient there.”

You laughed as you brought the cat over and gently set him down on it.

Ratchet came over and looked at the poor thing. A small, white cat with amber eyes… who was currently staring very confused at him.

You rummaged through your bag and you pulled out the medicine, which needed to be administered via shot.

“I’ve never had to give anyone, nevermind a cat, shots before,” you explained. Ratchet let out a soft hum as he reached out to the cat, who surprisingly didn’t flinch away from him. The cat sniffed him, than leaned forward and rubbed his face on his servo.

“Wow, you got further than the kids did,” you marveled. “I wonder if it’s cause you don’t smell like us- you probably don’t smell like an animal to him.”

“Do I smell like an animal to you?” Ratchet asked with a raise of his brow. You laughed.

“No, you smell like-” you got close to him and took a deep breath in. “A little bit of leather from the seats, hints of oil, and… oddly enough, new car smell.”

“What does a new car smell like????”

“You know it when you smell it.”

You pointed towards the nape of the cat’s neck.

“The vet said that I have to administer the medicine there. She said to pinch the skin up and inject, but I’m worried my hands are gonna be too shaky,” you explained.

Ratchet picked up the medicine and the needles.

“What is the dosage?”

“5 units.”

Ratchet grabbed the bottle and the needle, preparing it.

“Watch me closely so you can do this on your own,” he explained. He pet the cat till it relaxed and loafed, and then he did what you had told him. He gathered the required medicine into the syringe, then gathered skin on the back of the cats nape and gently administered the medicine.

The cat let out a fuss, but he gently messaged the area where he had given the shot, the cat’s displeasure slowly turning into a purr.

“Aww, good boy!!” You admired, giving that cat chin scratches.

“Why is it vibrating?” Ratchet asked, confused.

“He’s a cat,” you laughed, “they purr when they’re happy!”

“Huh….”

You gave your cat loving attention.

“I felt so bad when I found him,” you explained. “He was passed out on my doorstep when I got home last night…. I brought him inside and gave him water, went out and got emergency cat food…”

The cat leaned hard into your hand.

“Brought him to the vet as early as I could this morning- cost me a good bit, but it was worth it. He got his vaccines and now he just has to take this medicine for a bit until he gets better.”

“And you plan on keeping him?” Ratchet asked slowly.

“How could I not?” You looked over at Ratchet, an oddly somber look in your eye. “He looked so sad on my doorstep…. I want to keep him to make sure he’ll be okay, to ensure he’ll always have a loving home and will always be taken care of.”

Ratchet watched as the cat slowly seemed to trail off, so content that it was on the verge of falling asleep.

It reminded him of….

“….. I understand the feeling,” he admitted. “A long time ago, I did the same…. Just, it wasn’t a cat. It was a mech.”

“Oh??” Ratchet never really spoke of his past outside of the war.

“Hmm. He appeared on my doorstep- well, the door to my clinic. Before the war, I wanted to help in the best place I could, so I ran a clinic in the worst part of town… He showed up there half dead…. I took him in and made him better. I tried to get rid of him, but he kept coming back…. Kept making sure my clinic was protected, that no one was gonna break in and steal my supplies…. And I kept having to patch him up.”

“That’s kinda sweet,” you noted. Ratchet let out another hum.

“At a certain point it just became easier to keep him with me. Let him stay with me. We became…. Close.”

“So…. You had a boyfriend?” You quirked your eyebrow at him. He tried his best to shoot you down with a half hearted glare.

“It’s hard to describe in my words, but…. Yes, we were very close,” he sighed.

“What was his name?”

“Drift….” Ratchet ran a hand over the Cat. “And he looked a lot like this guy right here. Yellow eyes and finials that were quite large, like this cat’s ears.”

The way he spoke. There was something…..

“…. What happened to Drift?” You asked hesitantly. Ratchet let out a heavy breath. He couldn’t hide the unspoken words from you.

“…. Megatron was a very well spoken mech, back before the war. Before anyone knew he would become a tyrant. He spoke of righting the injustices made against poor mechs, mechs who couldn’t fit the status quo.”

“…. He became a decepticon….” You realized.

Ratchet nodded.

“I can only hope he’s learned to live differently now, but…. Yes, he joined the decepticons back when they first formed. They were very different from the decepticons we know today.”

“I see…. I’m sorry to hear about him,” you placed your hand on top of his servo. “He sounded nice.”

“Ah, he’s still alive somewhere out there….. I think.”

Ratchet looked down at the cat, who was solidly asleep.

“Looks like he drifted off,” he noted.

You looked towards your cat.

“So…. I take it the name Drift is off the table….?” You lightly teased.

“What????!” Ratchet startled at you, his servo slipping away from you and the cat. “Why would you consider that name?!?!?!”

You laughed.

“Well, you said he looked like him…. And he keeps drifting off on us,” you explained. “Is Drift Jr. an option?”

“No!!!”

“Okay, okay….” You sighed. “….. but do you have any name suggestions?”

He hated that all he could think of was Drift now.

“….. What about Prowl?” You suggested.

“Absolutely not!!!” Ratchet cried for an entirely different reason.

“Why not?!?!?!?!”

“That’s an entirely different mech I had the misfortune of meeting.”

“That’s a story I want to hear later,” you warned. Ratchet let out a groan.

“You are a cruel woman at times,” he grumbled. You nudged him in the side.

“Hey! You love me and you know it!”

“That’s debatable!”

Oh. Debatable, he said. That’s, uh…. Putting a pin in that one.

“Then help me pick a name for him!!!” You begged jokingly.

“Primus….” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his face.

A lightbulb went off.

“Primus! That’s perfect!” You declared. You scooped up the cat. “Primus the cat it is! Thank you, Ratch!”

“Hey, now wait a second!”

You had gathered your belongings and were already leaving the room.

“You’re the best, Ratch! Love you! See you later!!!” You ran off with Primus before he could argue.

Wait…. Did you say you love him????

……He’s putting a pin in that for later.

[cozzzynook]

Some Fluff

It was early when Brainstorm woke up to the sound of someone heaving before throwing up in the wash racks. He quickly sat up and looked down at the empty space on his berth, nervously flicking his wings he slowly got up and walked towards the wash rack's door. "Percy, are you alright?"

A small cough answered the jet before the door slowly opened reliving a slightly shaken up Perceptor. The red mech looked pale and his frame seemed slightly dull and flat as he slowly shuffled out of the room. "I'm fine just a little under the weather..." Percy softly grumbled as he was pulled into a warm hug.

"Are you sure? You look horrible" Brainstorm softly spoke as he pulled the red mech closer to his chest. Perceptor wasn't warm but also not cold while his frame still lightly shook. "I think we should see Ratchet, you rarely get sick"

Letting out a soft sigh Percy buried his face into the jet's side simply enjoying his warm frame. Despite not wanting to move or cause trouble for others he nodded muttering "Alright...just this once" He let out another pleased hum when he felt gentle servos run along his back removing the tension from his sore frame.

Brainstorm smiled as he softly nuzzled the top Perceptor's helm despite risking himself getting sick. Flicking his wings he then pulled away quickly grabbing a bucket just in case Percy felt the need to throw up while they walked down the hall. As they quickly but carefully walked down the still empty halls the jet felt his processor stall when he felt the red mech lean into his side, that was strange...Perceptor was never a cuddly mech even when sick. Quickly pushing those worries away and a couple of more steps they finally arrived at the bay, letting out a relived sigh when they saw a still groggy Ratchet slowly drinking away at his energon.

An hour passed and Perceptor was quietly sitting on a sterile med berth just lazily scanning the room as he listened to the soft buzz of the lights. Letting out a sigh he pulled one arm around his churning tanks feeling another wave of nausea beginning to pool and wash over him, just then the sound of a door opening followed by light pede steps caught Percy attention. Ratchet had a calm expression which soothed the red mech's already shaken nerves. "So, is it anything serious or just one of those bad colds again?"

Ratchet shook his helm taking a seat before pulling out a data pad. "No, its nothing like that. Although I'm surprised you'd never put the pieces together yourself...considering this isn't your first time"

Perceptor blinked as he felt his spark spin slightly faster. "Do you mean?"

Ratchet nodded as he placed the data pad onto his desk "Yes, you're sparked" He then turned placing his hands on his knees as he cleared his intake. "Its still early in the cycle but everything so far looks good. But judging by your past history...I'm putting you on light duty just to be safe"

Letting out a long sigh Perceptor wrapped both arms around his tanks. While both he and Brainstorm have been careful there have been a couple of times where they have been a bit careless, Perceptor had slowly began to convince that he couldn't carry anymore especially after some of the wounds he suffered while he was in the wreckers...but it seemed he was wrong. "I see, thank you Ratchet...I'll let Brainstorm know"

"Alright, I'll call him in just now" Ratchet got up from his seat and grabbed the data pad before turning to give a slight worried look. "If you need anything just ping"

Nodding Perceptor watched the medic leave the room, a couple of seconds later Brainstorm entered his wings drooping slightly as he joined Percy's side hugging him before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Everything alright Percy?" The jet whispered as he kneeled so he could better gaze into the red mech's optics.

"I suppose so..." He would squeezed Brainstorm's servo as he slowly lifted his gaze, with a soft sigh he leaned in slightly resting his helm against Brainstorm's. "I'm sparked, we're having a bittie Stormy" Sheepishly he looked away unable to look at the jet's face, mostly out of his own fear.

"Oh, OH!" Happily flapping his wings Brainstorm pulled Perceptor into a tight hug placing soft kisses along his face. "That's wonderful news! But uh...are you okay? I know it's been a while and it was rather difficult for you when you had Rodimus" He then softened his grip as he pulled back to watch Percy's face closely while he allowed his field to fill the room with comfort.

"I'm a little shaken up mostly because we never...talked about having sparklings" He then softly smiled when he felt a comforting squeeze on his servos. "But I think we'll be alright, as long I'm with you" Percy then leaned softly smiling as he nuzzled Brainstorm's cheek.

"Yeah, we'll be okay Percy. I promise" Smiling he slowly rose back onto his pedes before pulling the red mech into a warm embrace. His wings fluttered gleefully when he felt Perceptor relax and lean in closer, he then placed a gentle kiss on top of his helm as he felt a warmth bloom in his spark.

(Hope you enjoyed)

😭😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹😭

This is so beautiful!

Thank you for sharing!

People need this comfort & love!

[qadiral-asmaimylove]

Code Name: Short Stuff

Disclaimer, I literally know nothing of military stuff or CoD/MW. I only see König and think, oh... Big man <3. The whole fan fiction can be read here. I put a little bit under the read more. Also, the two below knows why they're tagged lmaoo.

@mortifying-macaroni

@justdrawtheworld

A woman fidgets on the bench, feeling like a fish out of water. Really, she is just an office worker. Someone that works 9 to 5 during the work week and spent the weekend trying to recover. Regardless of how much she loved her field of work. It’s why she fucking picked it. But also, she’s a nosey bitch. 

She pushed up her glasses and pulled on her shirt. She sighed—really just a harsh exhalation of breath. She jumped whenever someone moved too quickly or something heavy dropped to the ground. 

She stood up and straightened out her pants and fixed the tank top. All the clothes she is wearing at the moment have been provided to her by the military. 

Why is a civilian on a military helicopter to begin with?

Because she is too good at her damn job, she decidedly worked for the government. They were able to track and pull her records. When someone higher up pulled her aside, she thought she was going to die. 

She felt relief only for a moment, then she realized what exactly everything entailed. She'd be going to an active war zone to pull some information and insert a worm into the enemy’s base. 

“You need to stop fidgeting,” a voice told her. The English is clear and good, but the accent is foreign. She looked up, way up, at a giant man. His tactical gear covered his torso, and he wore a full on sack on his head, obscuring his face. Only his blue eyes showed, and there was grease smudged around them. 

“I’m not a military personnel,” she scoffed; she felt like standing on the bench so she wouldn’t crane her neck just to look up at the man. 

“We all know,” he said and then collapsed on the bench, his long legs… muscular legs, stretched out before him. He waved to the spot she vacated, just moments before. She sat down next to the man. “I’m König, and you’re Mrs. Taylor?”

“Ms.,” she corrected without thinking, “Melina Taylor,” she added quickly, hoping that he missed her correction. She felt him shift right next to her. 

“Hm, well, we’re going into a tight situation, but it will be easy enough,” he began. “You were briefed?” 

“Yeah,” she answered, looking to her side and up at König. The two flash drives are in her pocket right now, and she remembered the code for the worm in her mind. “It’s just going to be us?” 

He nodded, she mentally cursed to herself. She hoped for a large team that could get her in undetected and out safely. Her nerves ratcheted up like 80 percent, König slapped her on the back. She yelped in response, the slap had to be a friendly reassurance and not aggressive at all. 

“Don’t worry, I’m a pro,” he told her. She didn’t want to insult the man, especially since she wanted him to get her back home. She had to believe that the military was hopeful of her success. And that she wasn’t expendable… 

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Right, it’ll be okay.” 

“Melina isn’t going to work,” he mused, leaning back, one of his arms snaking behind her. Her arm hammered in her chest, feeling his body heat radiate onto her. “We’re going to have to come up with a code name for you, calling you by your name is a bad move.”

She watched him bring his hand up to his face, the cloth pressed against his sharp jawline. This man is huge, and strong looking, then it occurred to her. “Oh, so König isn’t your actual name?” 

“Nein,” he answered, shouting suddenly spread throughout the chopper. “This is our stop, let’s go.” He said getting up, Melina followed after the tall man jogging to keep up with his pace. 

“You two ready?” A man in a skull facemask asked. He looked down at Melina, she didn’t feel ready. But ready didn’t seem like an option.

“I don’t think we can wait until I’m ready,” Melina joked nervously under the man’s gaze. 

“That’s right,” he answered, the back hatch or door opened up and Melina yelped. She held onto the König on instinct not to get blown away. The chopper hovered just enough for them to jump out, and König grabbed her by her wrist and led them out. She jumped onto the ground and watched the only way out of here fly off. 

“Come on, we got a couple of miles to hike and there is a vehicle that should be waiting for us at the end of the woods,” König told her. 

“Right!” She yelped and hurried after him. 

[awkward-walking-potato]

Of Broken Glass and Red Spandex

My requests are open

The music in the bar was blaring, a heavy beat that pulsed through the dimly lit room. You had danced here a hundred times before, your movements fluid and practiced, but tonight something felt off. Maybe it was the way your boss had been glaring at you from his corner, or the tense, shifty looks exchanged between some of the patrons.

You tried to push the uneasy feeling away as you continued your routine, focusing on the music and the rhythm. It was just another night, another gig, and you were used to handling all sorts of shady characters in places like this. The money was decent, and it wasn’t like you had many other options.

But then, right in the middle of your performance, everything went to hell.

The door to the bar was kicked open with a loud bang, and in swaggered the last person you expected to see—a man in red and black spandex, katanas strapped to his back, and a pair of guns at his hips. The mask covering his face didn’t hide the fact that this was Deadpool, the infamous mercenary with a penchant for chaos and a mouth that never seemed to stop.

The room went still, and you could feel the tension ratchet up to unbearable levels. Your boss, who had been leaning against the bar, straightened up with a sneer. You could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes as he realized who had just walked in.

“Well, well, well,” your boss drawled, stepping forward with that oily smirk you hated so much. “If it isn’t the Merc with a Mouth. What brings you to my humble establishment?”

Deadpool cocked his head to the side, his hands resting casually on his guns. “Oh, you know, just dropping by for a drink. Maybe a little chit-chat. And, oh yeah—”

Before your boss could react, Deadpool drew one of his katanas in a blur of motion, pointing it directly at the man’s throat.

“—a little murder,” Deadpool finished, his tone deceptively cheerful.

Panic erupted in the bar. Patrons scrambled for the exits, overturning tables and chairs in their haste to get away from the impending violence. You instinctively moved back, retreating to the edge of the stage as the room descended into chaos.

Your boss tried to put on a brave front, but you could see the fear in his eyes. “You think you can just walk in here and—”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence. Deadpool was already moving, a whirlwind of red and black, and the next thing you knew, your boss was on the ground, clutching his stomach, blood pouring from a gash across his torso.

But Deadpool wasn’t done. He turned his attention to the other thugs in the room—men who worked for your boss, all of them dangerous in their own right. But against Deadpool, they didn’t stand a chance.

It was a blur of gunfire, blades flashing, and screams. You ducked behind the bar, trying to stay out of the way, but the sheer chaos of the fight made it impossible to avoid everything. A glass bottle shattered near you, and you felt a sharp sting in your leg.

You bit back a cry, looking down to see a shard of glass embedded in your thigh, blood already staining your tights. The pain was sharp and immediate, but you didn’t have time to think about it. You needed to get out of here, to get to safety—

“Hey, hey, hey! Hold on, dancerina!”

You looked up, startled, to see Deadpool standing over you, his katanas dripping with blood, his head cocked to the side as he looked you over. Despite the carnage around you, his tone was surprisingly gentle, like he was trying not to scare you.

“You’re hurt,” he said, his voice softer than you expected. “Let me see that.”

You hesitated, but there was something in his tone that made you trust him, despite the fact that he had just torn through your boss and his goons like they were nothing.

Deadpool knelt down in front of you, his hands surprisingly steady as he examined your leg. “That’s a nasty cut. But don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

Before you could protest, he gently pulled the shard of glass from your leg. You hissed in pain, but he was quick to press a clean cloth—where had he gotten that?—against the wound, applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

“There we go,” he said, his tone almost soothing. “You’re gonna be okay.”

You stared at him, still trying to process everything that had happened in the last few minutes. “Why… why are you helping me?”

Deadpool looked up, his mask hiding his expression, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice when he replied, “Because you’re not part of this mess. You’re just trying to make a living, right? Didn’t seem fair to let you bleed out because some jerk couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

You blinked, surprised by the empathy in his words. You hadn’t expected that from someone like Deadpool, someone with his reputation. But here he was, kneeling in front of you, his touch gentle as he tended to your wound.

“Can you stand?” he asked, helping you to your feet with a steadying hand on your arm.

You nodded, wincing as you put weight on your injured leg. Deadpool supported you, his arm around your waist, keeping you upright. “You’ll need to get that stitched up,” he said. “But you’ll be fine.”

You looked up at him, trying to find the right words. “Thank you,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He waved it off like it was no big deal. “No problem, doll. Just doing my good deed for the day. Now, let’s get you out of here before the cops show up and start asking questions.”

He led you out of the bar, moving carefully to avoid jostling your injured leg. Outside, the night was quiet, the chaos of the bar a stark contrast to the calm darkness around you. Deadpool paused, glancing around before turning back to you.

“I’ll get you a cab,” he said, already pulling out his phone. “You sure you’ll be okay on your own?”

You nodded, though you were still shaken by everything that had happened. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

Deadpool looked at you for a long moment, then gave a small nod. “Alright. But if you ever need anything—someone to, I don’t know, take out the trash or pick up a pizza—you know who to call.”

Despite everything, you found yourself smiling. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

A cab pulled up, and Deadpool helped you into the backseat, giving the driver a stern look. “Take care of her, alright?”

The driver, wide-eyed and clearly terrified, nodded quickly. “Y-yes, sir.”

Deadpool shut the door, giving you a final wave before the cab pulled away. As you watched him disappear into the night, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of gratitude—and maybe even a little affection—for the odd, mercenary in red.

Who would have thought that Deadpool, of all people, would end up being your knight in bloody, bullet-ridden armor?

You leaned back in the seat, your leg still throbbing but your heart a little lighter, knowing that somewhere out there, Deadpool was watching out for people like you—people who just needed a little help from a very unexpected hero.

[cyberrose2001]

I said I'd make a oneshot about railing Synth-en!Ratchet, I'm making a oneshot about railing Synth-en!Ratchet 😇 

(And the reader is a gender neutral Cybertronian because)

~~~

"Yeah, we'll be gone for a couple hours. Your staying here with Ratchet, [reader]." Arcee chimed out before transforming to her alt mode and speeding down the hallway towards the exit. Bumblebee transformed to his alt mode and chased after her pretty quickly before she left him behind. Ratchet scoffed, before turning to you. "Why do you have to stay here again?" 

You shrug in response. "The last time you took Synth-en you had the biggest personality swing anyone's ever seen. In fact, your even more snippy than usual. Im here to keep you from doing something stupid.." Ratchet sneered in response, turning in the opposite direction to fumble around with some broken gadget on his work station. "Yeah, and now while everyone else is out on a mission, I'm stuck here with you basically babysitting me." He huffed, shoving a wrench to the side. Hes definitely much more snippy than usual. 

You come up behind him, putting your hands around his waist and leaning your head over his shoulder. "So what are you working on?" You question, gently caressing his abdomen, near his valve port. He's obviously a little surprised, and definitely flustered. "J-just something Bulkhead broke." You smirk slightly, reaching your hands down further as you spoke. "Let me guess, he tripped over a cable and fell on this gadget, so that's why your so snippy right now?" You continue to lower your hands, getting all the way down to the edge of his valve panel. 

Ratchet isn't even working on whatever he was working on, just stuttering while trying to respond. You look behind you, seeing the empty workspace behind the both of you, nothing in the way. You pull Ratchet back, moving out of the way and grabbing back onto him, now both of you facing eachother before pushing him up onto the table. You smirk a second time. "I could raise your mood." You reach your hand down, grabbing and gently squeezing his thigh.

You tap at his valve panel with the knuckles of your digits, lowering your spike panel. "You alright with this?" You question. Ratchet reaches his arms over your shoulders while you stare into his green optics, awaiting a response. After a moment, he nods his head yes. 

You push him down a bit further on his workbench, and slip the tip of your spike into his interior mode. He shifts his legs, clearly now trying to grind against you already. Yet, you pull your spike back. He then looks back up at you. "Hm, so you don't have the will to-?" He tries to tease, but you slip your entire spike into his valve. He stops speaking abruptly, clawing at your back while trying to hold back a moan. You feel transfluid leaking down your legs, and you look down to see pink transfluid dripping down onto the floor.

"Heh, we've barely started and you've already overloaded?" You murmur, pulling back out half of your spike. It's covered in Ratchet's transfluid. In response, he claws at your back harder, and you retaliate by shoving your spike all the way back in. This time, Ratchet can't stifle his moan, clenching at your shoulder's, letting out a little whimper. "I bet next time you'll think before your snippy with me, won't you?" You tease, rubbing one of your digits around his valve. "Y-yes..." Ratchet whimpers out.

You pull Ratchet's face up near yours, grabbing the back of his helm and kissing him. That stifles his next moan when you slam back into his tight valve. His legs shake every time you push back into him. He claws at your back with every thrust. His moans and whimpers begin to grow louder, grabbing onto the side of your upper torso. Around 15-20 minutes later, you both end up overloading, and you both stop to take a breathe. After a minute, Ratchet sits back up a little. You smile, one of your hands still around his waist. "Round 2?"

He's a mess, the inside of his legs coated with transfluid, but he nods yes. He pulls himself a little closer to you, whimpering, "Please." over and over again. You oblige, readying yourself before thrusting back into the shorter mech, receiving a half moan, half whimper from him. After about 3 more overloads over the course of a 2 and a half hours, your both totally wrecked. You aren't as wrecks as him though. His plating is beginning to heat up from the friction, panting heavily, and transfluid just dripping down his legs. You can see his lower abdomen plating bulging up a little bit. You lightly press down on this buldge , and feel your spike inside of his interior.

You rise back up a little, panting as well with transfluid coating your spike and the area around it. "I'm....assuming we're...gonna stop here?" You ask between heavy breathes. Ratchet tries to say something, but it just comes out as a whimper, so he nods yes. You retract your spike back, Ratchet also retracting his valve plating. You pull out and back away slightly, turning around. You spot a towel, before heading over and picking it up. You come back, wiping away the transfluid from his thighs, from off of the table, and off of the floor. 

Ratchet stands up, stumbling and almost falling over with shaky legs. He yawns. "I'm...I'm going to my room." He doesn't get very far before actually falling over. Concerned, you come over to his side, asking him questions such as "Are you okay?" and "Do you need help?" He just complains that he's really sore. He probably won't make it back to his room on his own, so you chose to pick him up bridal style and carry him there. 

You set him on his berth, kissing him lightly on his helm before standing back up. But Ratchet grabs at your neck before you stand back up fully,  pulling you back a little and asking you to stay. You smile in response, climbing onto his berth with him, wrapping a arm around his shoulder. After a moment, he cuddles up to you, and your now holding him in a rom-com cuddle position. The others, who still haven't gotten back, don't need to know what went down ;)

I have no shame >:)

-😩

YEEEEEESSSSS!!! THANK YOU

Poor ratty can’t be trusted to be on his own anymore, what better way to baby sit him than to fuck his pretty valve?? <3

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A Question, A Scar-Covered Body, A Sister?

Part 2 of A Stranger, A Vessel, An Experiment! Read the first part here.

Synopsis: After the incident on the Lost Light, First Aid brings Ailith (canon name of reader characters) to her original destination of the clinic.. However, there was a gift waiting for her when they arrived. Angst galore.

She/Her pronouns are now used when referring to the reader character.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: SFW, Mentions of blood, mentioned kidnapping, mentions of unethical experimentation, probably some other stuff

(Edit: I forgot to turn some layers back on when I originally saved the image oop- It's fixed now)

Before the story…

It was a broadcast from Earth, of an interview with a black-haired woman. “Miss Makayla MacArthur,” the interviewer asked, “what motivated you to join the Intergalactic Negotiations Program?”

Makayla sighed, “Twenty something years ago, my twin got abducted. They were alien creatures, and they took her. I strongly believe that she’s still alive out there. This is the best opportunity I have to find her.”

The interviewer’s face softened, “I’m sorry that happened to you, Makayla. What will you do when you find her?”

“It depends. Will we realize that we’re sisters when we meet? I’ll try to bring her back to Earth, even if it’s for a brief moment. She doesn’t know about our niece! A family reunion would be in order. We’ll have so much to catch up on.” She put her hands in a steeple.

“Do you have something you plan on giving her?”

“Well…” Makayla sighed, “I plan on giving her a box and a letter. I won’t refer to her by name though.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, it’s been twenty years! I don’t think my sister remembers it, so I don’t want to call her something she won’t recognize.”

The interviewer leaned forward, “What else will be in the box?”

Makayla started counting on her fingers, “A few photos, and clothes. We’re identical twins, so what fits me is probably gonna fit her.”

The interview went on for another twenty minutes, and eventually concluded. The blue-visored Cybertronian finished recording the interview. He had a feeling that this could be relevant.

✩✩✩

“So,” Ultra Magnus looked at Rodimus, “the small object was in fact, a ship. Is that correct?”

Rodimus nodded, “And it had a human inside it, who is currently in the medbay recovering from her injuries.”

“Along with that,” he scrolled through the datapad, “there were documents about experiments, most likely performed on her. Ratchet did a scan that confirmed this as well, along with other various injuries.”

Rodimus gave the datapad to Magnus, who looked at the report. He tilted his helm. “What’s with this thing slightly above the pelvis?” He pointed a digit at a white shape around the pelvic area, overlapped by a crescent-shaped trauma area.

“Beats me. I’m pretty confident that it’s deep inside her.” Rodimus shrugged.

“Maybe there’s another document we haven’t gotten yet explaining it. Hidden in a more obscure place.”

“That’s probably the case. Anyway,” Rodimus stood up, “I’m gonna go ask Ratchet about Y/N’s condition. If Megatron is confused, explain the situation if he hasn’t gotten one yet. Also, inform the others on Cybertron.” He didn’t wait for an answer, simply leaving the office and walking to the medbay.

The doors to the medbay opened, and Rodimus saw a familiar gray figure.

“Megatron?!”

✩✩✩

When you woke up, the helms of several people were looking down at you. One you recognized as Perceptor, another being Drift, but there were a few unfamiliar faces. One had an orange face with yellow eyes with a mask covering his mouth, another that was white and purple and had horns coming from their forehead, a blue one with a single yellow optic, and a gray one with red optics.

“So this is the human you all have been speaking of?” The gray one asked.

“How in Primus are they so small?!” The blue one asked. Loudly. Making you get up and give them a stink eye, even if it caused you a bit of pain.

A chuckle to your left distracts you, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to crowd around someone that’s injured.”

The blue one rolled his eye, “Whatever you say, eyebrows.”

The doors opened, and someone entered the medbay.

“Megatron?!” Rodimus yelled.

Oh. You know that name. Other mercenaries have warned you about a giant robot with that name. If you caught his eye, you were doomed. After all, the group he led destroyed the homelands of several mercenaries you knew.

“Perceptor explained everything to me,” Megatron said, “I just had to see for myself. Humans usually aren’t present in this solar system.”

“Well,” you cracked your knuckles, “I haven’t seen any humans other than myself during my travels. Also, most of the people who hire me don’t know either. I like to keep my identity… well-hidden from the masses. I barely know who I am anyway, so it’s easy to do that.”

“You don’t even know yourself?” Ah, the purple one is speaking now.

“It’s hyperbole, but technically true,” you rolled up the sleeve of your left arm, “I don’t know my family, my ancestry, or any way to return to my birth planet. All I know is that I was experimented on to be sold as a smuggler. That, and the skills I acquired after years of being a mercenary.”

The purple one put a clawed servo on his chin. “Tailgate told me as such.”

Rodimus walked up to you. “How did you even end up like that, anyway? The injuries, not the… subspace thingies.”

You sighed. Might as well explain it now. “It was when I was doing a job,” you explained, “I got myself hurt pretty badly, but my client didn’t get a scratch. They tried to have me go to a clinic nearby after the job was done, but I told them that I’d be alright.”

“Why did you do that, though?” Drift’s optical ridge furrowed, “Your client knew you got hurt, why didn’t you heed their advice?”

“The moment I receive my payments in full, the contract ends. They are no longer my client, and therefore no longer obligated to show concern about my wellbeing.” you growled out the last part.

“You should’ve listened to them, though.” You sighed at that comment.

“As I said earlier, I was experimented on,” you justified yourself, “if I went to another clinic, they’d essentially keep me captive and do a bunch of tests on me. That, and I don’t know if any of them are connected to the experiments and will try to bring me back to that wretched place. And I’d rather not have to deal with them again.”

“Why do you go to one specific clinic, then?” The purple one asked.

“Cyclonus, I think that might be too-” you cut off Drift from saying anything more.

“It’s because the sister of the mercenary who took me in works there. The people there were the first to treat me with empathy, despite me being so difficult to them the first time. All the other clinics I’ve been to, they’ve been too scared of me and think I’ll mangle them.”

They’re all looking at you.

The blue one laughed, “You, scary? You’re not scary at all!”

“I think that’s when she’s wearing her mask and cloak, Whirl.” Drift said. You nodded, confirming his guess.

“Anyway,” Rodimus ordered, “let’s give the human some privacy. Perceptor, Brainstorm, you both plan on asking her about the documents that have been translated, right?”

“Correct.”

“I’ll leave you two to it then.” Rodimus left the medbay, followed by most of the others. Perceptor and the one with the yellow eyes stayed. That must be Brainstorm.

Perceptor took out a datapad, looking over at some data. “I’ve looked through all of the documents, along with Ratchet’s scans of you. I’d like you to confirm some things.”

“Go ahead.” You gestured.

“According to these documents, you’re from Earth. Do you have any memories of that planet?”

You shook your head. No shit you didn’t remember anything, you were a year old! “Some species don’t have memories until they’re a few years old. I was taken at roughly eighteen months old, way too young to form memories.”

“That’s strange. We Cybertronians remember everything from when we were first created, excluding amnesia.”

Perceptor wrote something on the datapad before asking another question, “Were your eyes originally golden?”

“Nope. I’ve read those documents multiple times, my eyes were originally brown.”

“Isn’t gold also the color of the subspace openings on your body?”

Well, damn. “Yes? It was also the case for the other experiments.”

“Now, a third question. Do you know what this thing is?” Perceptor pointed to the intrusion shown on the datapad.

Right. That. The documents explaining it are in the subspace on your left arm as far as you recall. As it was inside your uterus, however, it’s something very few know about. And you’d rather not explain to a bunch of mechanical beings something you only know the basics of.

“I think that’s none of your business, Perceptor.” you crossed your arms. They likely don’t have ultrasounds on the Lost Light anyway, so it’ll be hard for them to find out.

The mech grumbled. “You’re making this difficult for yourself, Y/N.”

“Explain why you want to know what it is so bad then.” You stared directly into his optics, “Because it’s pretty fuckin personal. And don’t just say ‘I need to know for scientific reasons’ either. You better have a good justification.”

“Because it might be a dangerous object that could kill you, and may need to be removed.” Perceptor justified.

You scoffed. Based on the documents you stole, it just prevents fertility and menstruation until removed. Prevents uterine lining from building up. All the uterus-having subjects (or an organ with similar functions), including yourself, had it implanted once puberty was entered. So far, there’s been no complications.

“I’ve had it for twelve years and it hasn’t killed me yet.”

“How has it not-”

Laughter. You and Perceptor looked at the source: Brainstorm laughing his ass off.

He composed himself, “Sorry, sorry. It’s just the way you two are bickering. I’m confident that the object is medical in nature. It’s meant to prevent pregnancies, correct?”

Right on the money. “Surprised to hear you figured it out without cutting me open to check, but you are indeed correct.” you put your hands on your hips.

“So I am right!” Brainstorm smiled with his eyes. “Also, can you show us how the subspace works? Are you able to pull something out?”

Say no more. You put a hand in the subspace on your left arm, pulling out a mechanical object. Something you won after a bet.

“That’s… an optic. An actual optic. How did you get this?” Perceptor asked.

“I got it after winning a bet.” you replied.

“What kind of bet would lead you to owning a Cybertronian optic?”

“Drinking contest. I don’t know why they even placed the bet in the first place, it’s common knowledge that no matter how much I drink I physically can’t get drunk. I’ve tried several times.”

Brainstorm chuckled, “If you could even consume highgrade, Swerve would love you as a customer. It would be a good experiment if you could.”

“That would be one of the few experiments I’d consent to,” you chuckled, “once my injuries have finished recovering, that is.”

Oh. You just remembered. “I just realized that I should probably go to that clinic. I lost a good amount of blood, I might need a blood transfusion.” you grimaced.

“That makes sense. I believe Ratchet and First Aid were communicating with someone at the clinic you mentioned. You had the coordinates set on your ship’s navigator, correct?” You nodded at Perceptor’s question.

“It’s possible that holoforms may need to be used to get you there,” he commented, “I don’t know how large the facility is.”

“It’s pretty big, actually.” you replied, “I’m probably their smallest regular patient, which makes some things a bit difficult to do. Most rooms are about four times my height. I’m sure at least one of y’all can fit without feeling cramped.”

Well, at least the smaller ones. Probably First Aid.

“I’ll inform Ratchet, then.” Perceptor nodded, then left the medbay. Brainstorm quickly followed.

You’re gonna need a plan. Your main grappling hook was taken from you while you were asleep, and those two likely have it. You have spares, yes, but you’d rather have all of them in case one breaks. You also need to find where your ship is, as most of your supplies are still inside along with your spare clothes. What you’re wearing right now is bloody, and you’d like to wear something that is not covered in your own blood. The magnet boots should help when dealing with the Cybertronians and navigating the vessel.

Along with that, you need to figure out how to deal with them if any try to kill you. The blasters in the subspaces should work at least a little, but do you have any weapons that can give you an advantage? You have cable cutters, but that will only work if their cables are exposed. Can any of your blades cut through their armor? If you’re able to, you might need to see if any weapon dealers around these parts have anything that can give you the ability to fight them. Trying to sneak away for long enough to get them is another story entirely, though.

The door opened. Ratchet and First Aid walked in, with First Aid beelining to you. “We established a connection to the clinic!” he exclaimed, “When we told them about you and your injuries, they told us to bring you there as soon as we can. Also, apparently there’s something for you there? They said it’s best if they tell you about it when you arrive.”

“As long as you can get me to my ship so I can change out of these blood-covered clothes.” you said. It’s likely the best way for you to figure out where your ship went if they can bring you to it.

“The ship’s probably with Nautica, she wanted to check it out. I’ll escort you there.” First Aid picked you up with a delicate grip, likely to prevent accidentally hurting you. Given the strange condition of your body, however, you’re probably gonna end up dislocating a joint before he harms you.

Entering the room, you saw a purple and yellow Cybertronian. Most likely Nautica.

“Hey there! That must be the owner of this ship, right?” She reached a servo to you, “I’m Nautica. Nice to finally meet you!”

You couldn’t do a proper handshake with Nautica, so you just held her pointer finger and shook it.

“I’d like to enter my ship to get something. Is that alright with you?” you asked.

“Of course! I made sure to clean the blood where I could. Had to use my holoform to do that, though. Here, I’ll carry you to it.” she picked you up gently, transferring you to the entrance of your ship.

“Thank yo- ack!” you stumbled, quickly being caught by Nautica.

“Be careful!” she exclaimed.

First Aid grabbed you. You didn’t know how he got up to where you were so quickly, but before you knew it he was holding you up. “I’ll help Y/N. It’s probably a bad idea to let her be alone for a long period of time with her blood loss anyway.”

Oh, this might get uncomfortable fast. You were fine with First Aid seeing you all battered up and bloody, but the concept of him watching as you got changed made your stomach flip. And you’d rather not show your tits and bits to someone you’ve only known for a single solar cycle.

Before you could protest, though, he carried you to your ship. While he did put you down on your feet, he waited a bit before letting go. He even followed you to your quarters, where you hastily grabbed a crop top and a pair of pants. You’d grab a jacket after changing. When he tried to follow you into the bathroom, you put a hand over his chassis. “You’re not going in here. I don’t know how y’all view nudity, but for us we usually don’t do that around people we’ve only met for a day.”

“Oh!” First Aid backed up, “Sorry about that. Nurse instincts, I guess.”

You walked in, closing the door behind you. There’s no windows in the bathroom, so he couldn’t peek even if he tried. You knew he had innocent intentions, nothing perverted or anything, but you needed some time to yourself.

Quickly removing your blood-stained clothes, you ran some water and used a cloth to clean some dried blood off your body. After cleaning what you could, you put on the clean clothes. You’d usually not wear a crop top, but at this point you didn’t care. You had a jacket anyway.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, holding a hand over the stitches. Despite Ratchet being significantly bigger, the stitches were done expertly. You looked at all your old scars, and at the subspace entrances on your body. Never were a fan of looking at ‘em, it always reminded you of the fact that you’ve been mutilated. Not enough to be unrecognizable as a living being, but enough that people would stare if they knew. It’s why you covered yourself entirely. Strangers have no right to know what’s going on with your body after all, why should they look at it? Of course, you couldn’t do that with the ones on this vessel; they all know. Might as well not hide it.

Walking out the bathroom, First Aid was just standing there. At least he didn’t try anything, that was reassuring. You went back to where your jacket was, back turned to him.

“What’s that purple and blue thing on your back?” he asked. An innocent question.

Shit.

You always knew that you bruised easily, most likely a consequence of a condition you have but don’t know the actual name of, but you didn’t expect that the fall from yesterday would bruise you.

“It’s a bruise. I don’t know why, but it’s pretty easy for me to get bruised. It’s an organic thing, it takes a few days to heal. Don’t worry though, as long as I’m careful it won’t hurt.” you explained, putting on your jacket. “I’m ready now, let’s go to the clinic.”

First Aid picked you up, being mindful of your back. Nautica helped the both of you down, but not without making a comment about the fact that he was holding you.

“That worried? You’re holding her like she’s made of glass.” Nautica commented.

“Y/N’s still my patient, and is still recovering!” he countered, “Also, humans are way more fragile than Cybertronians! It makes sense to be careful!”

Oh, if he knew about how roughly you’ve been tossed around in fights. Or how roughly you’re often treated in general. In fact, being treated so softly was unfamiliar to you, but a welcome unfamiliarity. How they’re gonna freak out if they pop a limb out its socket if that happens will be priceless when it happens.

The both of you walked, well, technically just First Aid since he was carrying you, to a smaller ship docked in the vessel.

Why is Rodimus there?

“Hey, Captain!” First Aid greeted the orange mech, who was waiting by the smaller vessel.

“Yo! I wanted to get here before you two left. How’s Y/N’s condition?”

“The usual. I did experience some blood loss, so I might be at the clinic for a solar cycle or two. That, and I’d like this injury to be documented with them.” you replied.

“Also, there’s a nasty blue and purple spot on her back that she says is fine but I’m not sure if it is.” First Aid added. If you could, you would’ve covered his mouth. You couldn’t though, so you gave him a stink eye. Fucking snitch.

Rodimus took a bit to reply, “Oh. I’m neither a medic nor an expert on humans, so I’m not going to try reassuring you.”

“Aaaaanyway,” Rodimus started walking away, “Mags needs me for a meeting since Y/N is probably going to have not much choice in staying on the Lost Light with those injuries. Something something ‘We need to inform the officials on Cybertron about the organic on the ship.’ See you two later!”

You looked up at First Aid, “Who’s Mags?”

“Ultra Magnus. He was the one who noticed your ship and the blood coming out of it, surprisingly. Best not to call him Mags though, something about shortening a senior officer’s name being an offense.”

You understood that. A lot of people in important positions don’t like having nicknames, likely because it makes them appear less threatening if they accept a nickname. It’s something you’ve weaponized when doing non-bodyguard work, but the people here don’t need to know that.

When you and First Aid entered the ship, the coordinates were already set. First Aid placed you near the navigator, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Luckily, the ride was rather smooth and quiet. Neither of you said anything until the vessel docked.

“We’re here, I’ll carry you to the entrance.” First Aid picked you up, and carried you there.

✩✩✩

“Welcome! What’s the purpose of your- Y/N?!” the receptionist jumped up from her seat, walking up to the both of you.

“What happened? Why are you being held by a Cybertronian?!”

“Y/N was injured badly, a spike impaled her, a cut on her back, and what I think is a bullet hole in her right cadulen.” First Aid explained. “We didn’t know that her ship was the one sending an emergency signal at first. We patched her up as best we could, but she mentioned needing a blood transfusion since she lost a good amount of blood.”

The explanation eased the receptionist. “That’s good. I’m glad that she’s alright. I’ll inform the doctors right away.”

Using her communicator, she informed the doctors on call. After a minute, an all familiar face walked up.

She was a being with four yellow eyes and light red skin, with tendrils coming from her skull neatly tied behind her. Relatively human, but still noticeably not. This is the one person who you consider family right now; Doctor Daule. You call her Aunt Daule, however.

One set of arms held a datapad, with the other set crossed in front of her. She had to look up to see you.

“Eirii told me. Are you able to walk?” she asked.

“Oh! Sorry,” First Aid set you down, making sure that you could stand before letting you go, “She stumbled some time ago, so I thought it was best if I carried her. I’m also a little uneasy about transferring my patient.”

“Don’t worry,” Daule smiled, “I’ve known Y/N for years. You can trust her with me. Besides, a group of humans just came by last solar cycle. I took a DNA sample from one that looks a lot like her, and she gave me something to give to Y/N.”

Wait, someone that looks a lot like you? You’ll have to ask later. Aunt Daule supported you with her right arms. “You’re also a medical professional, correct? You can come with me, I have some questions for you.”

First Aid followed the both of you. Aunt Daule walked you into a room where the IV was just finished being prepared, setting you down on the bed. As a nurse prepared your arm for the IV, you asked a few questions.

“You said someone that looked like me was here, right? Do you know their name?” you asked.

“She said her name’s Makayla.” Daule answered.

“Is she still here?”

Daule shook her head, “No, she left the same day she came. Makes sense though, she had to bring her injured colleague to us. She wanted to stay in case you came by, but her Captain needed her somewhere else.”

Oh. Guess reuniting with family needs to wait.

“You mentioned getting her DNA, is there a match? Do you need another saliva sample? I haven’t eaten anything in the past solar cycle, so I should be fine on that.”

“It matched pretty quickly, said there was almost no genetic deviations between either of you too. Anyway,” she walked over to pat you on the head, “I’m going to talk with him for a bit,” she gestured to First Aid, “the nurses will check you out. I’ll be back soon.”

They both left, leaving you with the whir of machines and the feeling of lightheadedness slowly leaving your body as the blood dripped into you.

✩✩✩

The two walked into an office. Daule sat down in the chair. “We should introduce ourselves. I’m Dr. Daule, I mostly take care of the smaller species at this facility. I was also Y/N’s caretaker for some time.”

First Aid nodded, “I’m First Aid. Currently stationed on the Lost Light as the Chief Medical Officer-in-training.”

“You’re a medic, that’s good. That means some of these concepts should be somewhat familiar to you. But first,” she put her top hands in a steeple, “how did you end up finding her? From my knowledge, Cybertronians are not only rare around these parts, but also one of the largest species in the universe.”

“We noticed an emergency signal coming from a vessel, and one of the people captured what turned out to be her ship and put it somewhere. Eventually, the second in command noticed that the entrance was open and that there was a blood trail leading out. I was with the CMO preparing the medbay. We were able to take care of her, but as I’m not that familiar with organic biology, I had a feeling that it would be best to bring her to people who can actually treat her.” First Aid answered.

“I’m glad that you found her and did all you could. In fact, I think it might be best if she stays with you until she’s fully healed.”

The mech stalled, “Why do you say that? It’s likely best if she stays here, right?”

“Well,” Dr. Daule grimaced, “there’s been a recent incident that’s making our clinic a little bit packed. Y/N doesn’t need to be here for too long, probably just a cycle or two then have her return to get the stitches out in fourteen cycles. Besides, she needs to socialize more.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Just give me the care instructions, I’ll inform everyone once I get back on the ship. It’s best if we all know so we can prevent Y/N from being reckless.” First Aid nodded.

“Once the nurses come back and tell me what’s going on, I’ll write a care plan. Make sure she doesn’t do anything strenuous, the stitches might break." She said, “Also, there was no dressing on the stitches, so we’re going to add some. I’d rather not have the stitches redone if possible, they’ve been done rather well.”

“Anyway,” Dr. Daule got up and walked to the door after grabbing a box, “I’m going to check on her. This is what her sister asked me to give her. Follow me.”

✩✩✩

The nurses did plenty of checks on you, along with putting dressing on the stitches. After some time, Aunt Daule and First Aid returned. There was a blue box held in her lower arms.

“What’s with the box?” you asked.

Aunt Daule brought the box to you. “Your sister brought this to us. Said this was for you, in case you were alive. I know it feels weird to get something from someone you haven’t known since infancy, but try not to think about it too much, Y/N.”

You opened the box, opening the letter. It was in the language the planet you were raised on spoke.

My dear sister,

How long has it been since you were taken from home? Twenty years? We couldn’t even hold our heads up back then, and now it’s possible for us to meet again at a bar and drink together. I miss you so much and I’ve known you for so little. It’s ironic in a way; identical twins who won’t even recognize each other. You’ve shaped my life in so many ways. Even as you were declared dead, I never stopped searching for you. I’d look up at the night sky and wave, imagining you waving back at me. I went into astronomy, learned all I could about the world beyond Earth, with the thought of meeting you again.

I joined a space exploration program for the possibility of seeing you again. I knew you were somewhere out there. If you’re reading this, then I was right all along.

I know the possibility of you being alive is slim, but if you are, I’d like you to have these. The clothes you have might look weird on Earth, right? I bought some and washed them for you. I don’t know what style you like, so I mostly went with simple solid-colored stuff. Mostly black. I feel like you’d like black.

On the back of this letter are some coordinates and addresses. These are the places mom, dad, and I live. And our big sister too! I can’t wait for you to meet our niece. When we meet again, tell me your name, okay? I want to address you properly.

Your long-lost twin,

Makayla MacArthur

P.S. We have a weird gene that makes it so we can’t get drunk no matter how much alcohol we drink. You might’ve figured that out already, though.

Opening the box, the first thing you saw was a picture of a little girl next to two swaddled-up infants. The girl had black hair and brown eyes. Two pieces of paper had names, and the one on the right simply said ‘When you tell us your name again.’

It was you. You and your sisters. Another photo, far more recent, was of an older woman holding a child. The note on that said, ‘It’s our niece! Hope you don’t mind Chloe using your old name for her middle name.’

There was a third picture, with who you believe is Makayla, in a night blue uniform. She looks almost exactly like you, without all the experiments and scars. Brown eyes instead of your golden colored irises.

You thought you were a lost cause. That nobody would be looking for you on Earth. Oh, Makayla, how she proved you so, so wrong.

MacArthur. MacArthur. Y/N MacArthur. It’s going to take getting used to having a family name. An identity beyond being an experiment.

“Also, apparently the elasticity of your skin and flexibility isn’t normal for humans. According to your sister, it’s because of a condition called Ehler-Danlos Syndrome. I’ll explain some of the other things she explained once your scars are healed.” Daule added. “I’ll write up a care plan for you. You’ll be staying on the vessel that found you until you’re fully recovered.”

Honestly? You’re fine with that. The people on the Lost Light have all been kind to you so far, especially First Aid. Kinder than most people from the planet you’ve lived on for your whole life, despite knowing nothing about you.

“That’s fine with me.”

“Well then. Rest up, you’re gonna need it Y/N.”

[awakenthemusic]

Photo Shoot (Part 2)

Dean stared at Cas' tight shoulders, the air between them heavy with several years' worth of things they'd never said. "So," Dean started, shuffling awkwardly. "Do we need to have a conversation, or…" Cas turned and stared at him with all the intensity of a predator, pinning Dean in place. Slowly, he lifted one eyebrow and said, his voice rough and deep, "No, Dean. I think we finally understand each other." He stalked forward, forcing Dean backwards until Dean's back hit the door. He caged Dean in with his arms and leaned all the way into Dean's personal space, once again hovering just within touching distance.

Tags: Explicit, Short fic, ~1,500 words, Destiel, Case Fic

For Suptober 2023 Day 6 - Full Spread

Part 1 here

Under the cut or on Ao3

Cas slowly lowered Dean back to the chair, their eyes never leaving each other, and Dean let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He lay there gasping, as people bustled around, packing away props, turning off lights, and completely ignoring him and Cas now that they weren't needed anymore.

The fire never left Cas' eyes, even as the two of them were shooed off the set by crew members anxious to finish the tear-down so they could go home. They stumbled back into the, now deserted, dressing room where they'd left their street clothes.

Cas paced farther into the room, burying his face in his hands like he was fighting for control.

Dean stared at Cas' tight shoulders, the air between them heavy with several years' worth of things they'd never said. "So," Dean started, shuffling awkwardly. "Do we need to have a conversation, or..."

Cas turned and stared at him with all the intensity of a predator, pinning Dean in place. Slowly, he lifted one eyebrow and said, his voice rough and deep, "No, Dean. I think we finally understand each other." He stalked forward, forcing Dean backwards until Dean's back hit the door. He caged Dean in with his arms and leaned all the way into Dean's personal space, once again hovering just within touching distance.

Dean swallowed roughly, eyes darting down to Cas' lips before flicking back up.

For the first time, doubt flickered across Cas' face. He backed off slightly, cleared his throat, and said, "If you want me to stop--"

"Fuck, no." The words exploded from Dean, absolutely firm if a bit too fast.

Confidence and something that looked a hell of a lot like hunger chased away the doubt on Cas' face and, fuck forget the fancy clothes, that was the best look on Cas that Dean had ever seen.

Dean surged forward to meet Cas halfway, their lips crashing together with a desperation born of years of longing finally realized. He ran his hands through Cas' hair, undoing the hairdresser's hard work and returning the perpetually messed-up strands to their normal state.

Cas brought a hand up to Dean's hair as well, using his grip on it to tilt Dean's head back into a better angle.

Dean whimpered at the sweet sensation of pressure exploding across his scalp and shivering down into his bloodstream, ratcheting his arousal higher.

Cas tensed, pulling away to mutter a quick, "Sorry," before loosening his grip and moving his hand away.

Dean caught Cas' hand and put it back on his head. "Not a bad sound, Cas," he explained softly before moving in to catch Cas' bottom lip with his teeth.

One thing you could say for Cas, he learned fucking fast. He tangled his fingers deeper into Dean's hair and yanked, pulling Dean's head back at an angle that made Dean's cock twitch in delight.

Dean's hands flew to Cas' waist, fingers scrabbling around for the button before growling as he realized the damned wardrobe people had given him a belt too.

Cas pulled away just long enough to chuckle, his eyes glowing with a fond amusement that sent Dean's heart pounding. This wasn't some random, nameless hookup in a bar after a long case; this was his angel, the one person who knew all of his quirks and flaws and showed up anyway, this was Cas.

The fire in his gut stoked higher and Dean's brain helpfully provided him with an incredibly-detailed string of suggestions for what they could do with that belt. All of them would take way more time than they had, though, so Dean focused on getting Cas out of his pants as quickly as possible, while Cas did the same.

As soon as they were free, Cas crowded back into Dean's space, pushing him full up against the door. Cas surged forward and his cock brushing up against Dean's was a revelation.

Dean sucked in a breath, his head falling backward into the door with a thunk as Cas wrapped one of his broad, strong hands around the two of them, his rough skin on just the right side of too dry. Cas latched onto the newly exposed skin of Dean's neck and dragged his teeth down Dean's pulse point as his other hand rucked up Dean's shirt, shoving the material out of the way so that he could play with Dean's sensitive nipples. The sensation, combined with the jolts of friction from Cas' hand, had Dean whimpering, making noises he hadn't made in years.

Cas pulled his head back far enough to give Dean a stern look as he clamped his free hand over Dean's mouth.

Fuck me, Dean thought as the look in Cas' eyes sent him even higher. Cas leaned back down to suck and bite at his nipples, and Dean thanked his lucky stars that Cas was holding him up, 'cause his knees had just turned to jelly.

Cas played Dean's body like an instrument, sending him flying higher and higher. His sore muscles tightened as he reached the peak and Cas growled right in his ear, "I want to see you fall apart, beloved. Come for me."

Dean keened against Cas' hand, gaze locked on Cas' dark eyes, which were almost entirely black with how wide his pupils were blown, as he watched Dean like he was the most important thing in the universe. Dean's vision whited out as his orgasm rumbled through him like an earthquake, sending tremors out through each of his limbs in a delicious, full-body shudder.

Dean was still floating in a blissful daze when he registered the pulses of warmth that landed on his stomach from Cas following him over the edge. He slurred, "That was..." It was rushed and breathless, it was sweaty and sticky in all the worst ways because of the hot lights, Dean was sore more from hours of posing for pictures rather than anything he and Cas had done, and it was, by far, the best goddamn orgasm of his life.

Cas grinned wide, satisfaction glowing warm in his eyes. He teased softly, "That good, huh?"

Dean shook his head before leaning in to kiss him again, murmuring against his lips, "Better."

*****

They had an awkward encounter with the wardrobe mistress, who had given them an exasperated but entirely unsurprised look, and nodded at them when she saw they'd at least avoided getting any... anything on the clothes, but then, they were free. They stepped out of the studio and into the parking lot, took one look at each other, and burst out laughing.

"Damn, I am too old to be fooling around in public," Dean chuckled. He shook his head and sent Cas a mock-stern look. "Next time, you're at least taking me somewhere with a bed, mister."

Cas smirked, heat flaring in his eyes again as he said rumbled, "I think I like the sound of 'next time,' Dean."

Before Dean could do more than swallow roughly, Sam pulled up in front of them in the Impala. He killed the engine and jumped out of the door, exclaiming, "Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours!"

Dean's face heated as he remembered exactly where he'd been just a few minutes ago. He studiously avoided looking at Cas, trying not to act like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry, Sammy, we got held up."

Sam shot him an exasperated look. "I'm glad you had fun with your whole PA thing and I'm glad they found somebody to replace the models, but seriously..."

Dean jumped a whole new heat rising to his face, his only comfort during the whole modeling fiasco had been the knowledge that Sam was nowhere in sight. "Wait, you know about the missing models?"

Sam blinked, then shot Dean one of his bitchiest bitch faces. "Yeah, Dean. I'm why they went missing."

"They were the shifters?"

"Well, just that Ross guy, but he was dating the other one, Penn or whatever, he got caught up in the crossfire. By the time I ganked the shifter and got the two real models to the hospital, I was getting worried. Since you weren't answering your phone," Sam said with a pointed glare, "I called the studio and found out the shoot was still going, something about needing to get the formals done or they wouldn't have the 'full spread'."

The pieces fell into place for Dean. He and Cas had just spent all day suffering under the hot lights, winding each other up into a sexual frenzy, for a case that had already been solved.

He took one look at Cas and they both burst out laughing again.

Sam frowned, his gaze darting back and forth between the two of them. "You want to let me in on the joke?"

That only made them laugh harder. Dean didn't think he'd ever felt so happy, or seen Cas look so carefree. He wiped his eyes and leaned on Cas' shoulder, his belly aching from laughing so hard.

"Guys," Sam said, his tone suddenly suspicious. "Are you wearing makeup?"

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Hi! Can I request a First Aid x sick (like the flu) human reader please? Thank you :D

I wish I had First Aid when I was sick. Have some light fluff~

Coughing, sneezing, groaning. None of it bothered the medic. First Aid had seen many things, fascinating and disgusting from his own kind. Many Cybertronians were disgusted by human bodily functions. Not him. He took every blow of your nose with grace, ensuring you had plenty of tissues near by. And a puke bucket. After that last little incident, he wanted to be sure.

"How is my patient today?" First Aid brings in your breakfast. Plain foods, like Ratchet recommended. The older Mech had been to earth and thus had some information.

You take one look at the food and turn over with a groan. First Aid vents.

"Come on, I need you to eat. You couldn't keep it down last night and need to stay fueled to get better." He sets the tray beside your human sized berth and leans close, nudging you. "Come on. I'll adjust the bed." The shifts it carefully to put you in a sitting position. He wouldn't lie to himself, you looked awful. Tired and exhausted. A little pale. He would have the drones help you with your hair later.

"Y/n," A digit presses to your forehead, taking your temp. Still pretty high, but better than yesterday, "Please eat, you can't take your medicine on an empty stomach.

"I'm cold." you mumble, shifting as he put an extra pillow behind you.

"I can adjust the heat of the berth for you. We don't have many blankets on board." He made a mental note to request a few things next time the ship stops planet-side.

"Thanks." You start eating, tiny little bites. First Aid stays near by, writing into his data pad. Leaned against the main berth yours is placed on. Like a Doll on a bed. "I'm bored."

The red and white Bot glances down, "Yeah, healing can be pretty boring." You give him the most pathetic expression he had ever seen. Poor thing, "Tell you what-" Metal digit scoots the bowl you pushed away a bit closer to you, "-finish up, take your meds, and I'll set up a data pad with some holo-vids. Deal?"

You groan and sigh, giving him another look. He taps the top of your head, "And drink your water too. You REALLY need that." Ratchet had made it very clear how much humans needed water, especially when sick.

A sigh, and you pick up your utensils. First Aid's mask shifts as he smiles, sending a request to rewind for something to entertain you.

"I'll be back to check on you. The drone will bring your meds when you're done." He pats your head and heads off to disinfect before checking his other patients. He had to seal with a broken digit, a missing arm, and Whirl barreling in with a pipe through his socket. How the frag he got to the med bay without a guide, he couldn't say, but First Aid would bet they could follow a trail of chaos to the origin.

Half a cycle passes before the Medic can check on you. It's calm, so he figures he can sit and talk with you for the rest of his shift. Ease some of the boredom. He grabs your chart, looking it over while he heads your way. Drones had checked your vitals through the day and he compared them to Ratchet's list of acceptable numbers.

"Well Y/n, it looks like-" He stops at the sight of you. On your tiny berth, was a pile of blankets. He almost panics before realizing the rhythmic, barely perceptible movement. First Aid steps closer, carefully, nudging and moving the blankets until he can see your face. Sleeping peacefully. His spark pulses at the sight. You still looked drained and sick, but peaceful. A murmur and you grab blinding for the blanket to recover yourself. Instead your hand lands on his digit and stays put.

Ambulon comes in to relieve his fellow Medic a mega cycle later, but First Aid remains where he is a little while longer, with you holding onto him.

[lifetimeshipper]

The Beauty and the Predacon

Chapter 19

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Just as Arcee had hoped for, the Autobots were able to predict the attack and trick Starscream and his armada to attack the wrong hangar. With that out of the way they now put their focus on tracking down the Nemesis to get their two comrades back.

"So the kid clipped the business end of Lazerbeak's transponder," Wheeljack says as he stands next to Smokescreen.

Bulkhead walks over and slaps Smokescreen on the back, "That was some good shooting, kid."

Fowler walks over to Raf who is busy typing on his laptop which is hooked up to the piece that was clipped from Lazerbeak, "We thought you might be the best one to provide an analysis. In Ratchet's absence."

"It's trying to communicate with the warship," Raf says as he continues typing and looking at the screen.

"How do you know?" Miko asks as she leans over and puts a hand on the table.

"It's telling us," Raf says as he points at the screen.

Jack leans in a bit to take a closer look at the screen, "Uh, Raf, that's Cybertronian code."

Miko walks over to stand next to Jack, "Wait, first Raf understands Bumblebee, now he reads Cybertronian? Are we sure he's not some kind of alien?"

"I've been learning for a while. In between stuff, when..." Raf looks down and takes a deep breath, "...Ratchet had time to teach me."

Jack and Miko walk over to him and Jack places his hands on his shoulders, "Raf, we'll bring him back. Along with Arcee."

"If it's the last thing we do," Miko added.

"If it's talking to its mama, can we triangulate the signal?" Fowler asks.

Ultra Magnus stops what he's doing and turns around to face him, "To a shielded warship?"

"Maybe if the transponder is still attached to Lazerbeak we can follow it," Smokescreen says as he walks over to Magnus with Wheeljack.

"Maybe we should give it wings," Wheeljack suggests.

"We can use spare parts from the machine shop," Raf says.

"Then let's do it. For the doc and Arcee."

They proceed to work on their plan, they have small hiccups here and there but they manage to get things operational. Once it's set and ready to go they go outside to set it off after the ship. "You sure we don't need to install a GPS on our scout here?" Fowler asks as he looks over at the device.

"Too risky, both sides are gettin' real good at rootin' out that kind of trick," Wheeljack responds.

"Besides, we don't need a tracker..." Smokescreen added.

"We have Optimus," Raf finished for him.

Wheeljack and Smokescreen step to the side as Optimus walks towards them, "But, won't the 'Cons see you coming, big guy?" Miko asks.

"Not until it's too late," Bulkhead replies.

"We'll be prepared for immediate mobilization upon your command, sir," Magnus tells Optimus.

"Good luck, Optimus."

"Be safe and bring them both home," Bumblebee added.

"Whatever the outcome, know that Ratchet and Arcee would be most proud of your contribution," Optimus tells them all and a small smile forms on Raf's and Jack's faces.

"Come on, kid. Let's light this thing," Wheeljack says as he kneels in front of Raf. Raf presses the switch on the controller and the thing takes off with Optimus taking off after it.

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After Arcee's rant about Starscream and his armada going off to attack the Autobots, Megatron had to work a bit harder to persuade Ratchet to help him. But in the end, he managed to get Ratchet to agree and he placed Ratchet in a lab under the supervision of Shockwave and Knock Out.

"Is Arcee really sparkmates with that Predacon?" Ratchet asks Shockwave as they walk into the lab.

"She is."

"How?"

"Predacons can mate and sparkbond just like we can, they're just a bit more primitive about it. I'm sure you noticed the bite mark on her neck."

"I did. It was him?"

"Yes. Predacons mark the ones they intend to mate with so no other can try to claim them. It was all because she was being nice to him, trying to earn his trust. She ended up getting more than his trust."

"I see..." He's still in disbelief that she actually sparkbonded and probably mated with a Predacon. He hopes she's alright. What did the Predacon do to her after they left the bridge? He has to figure out a way to get them both off the ship.

He pushes those thoughts to the side for the time being as he gets to work on the formula, he pours the liquid from one canister to another as Knock Out watches him. "Fetch me the quantum cyber measures."

"Hmpf. Do I look like hired help to you, Autobot?"

Shockwave walks up behind them, "Knock Out, attend to the needs of our esteemed guest."

Knock Out slouches over, "As you command," He says before he walks off to get what Ratchet wants.

Shockwave takes his place next to Ratchet and places some of the cyber matter down in front of the mech. Ratchet looks at it and carefully examines it, "So we know this cyber matter to be produced by an A-typical displacement reaction."

"Extensive empirical evidence indicates the fundamental instability within the synthen formulation to be the cause."

"Double-blind analysis?" Ratchet asks as he steps back and turns to look at the purple mech.

"Naturally, the results only confirmed my original hypothesis. Once the ironies variable has been corrected for, the stabilized Synthetic material will bind properly with cyber nucleic acid," Shockwave finishes as Knock Out walks over to them.

"And produce a stable form of cyber matter," Ratchet says as he runs the information through his processor, "Remarkable."

"Yes, quite an act of providence."

"And to think that had we not let you destroy the beasts, none of this would be possible," Knock Out says as he hands Ratchet the quantum cyber measures.

"Let?" Ratchet asks as he takes the device from him.

Knock Out's optics widen slightly as he looks over at Shockwave, "What I meant to say was... those specimens you requested earlier aren't going to prepare themselves. Are they?" Knock Out backs away from the pair, mostly from Shockwave.

Shockwave takes a step towards Ratchet and places a servo on his shoulder, "There is much to do and little time, doctor. Shall we get back to work?" He turns Ratchet towards the table with a motioning gesture.

Ratchet faces the table, "Certainly."

He keeps thinking about what Knock Out said. What did he mean they let them destroy the beasts? Was that whole thing set up by the Decepticons? He needs to figure out a way to see Arcee again, they have to come up with a way to escape.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Prime, haven't heard from you in a while. Everything alright up there?" Fowler asks over the comm.

:: So far, Agent Fowler. ::

"What happens when the 'Cons I.D Lazerbeak's signal?" Jack asks with concern evident in his voice.

"We're counting on Optimus making visual contact with the warship before its radar can detect ship," Raf replies.

"The boss will be fine," Wheeljack says in a comforting tone.

"It's not Optimus I'm worried about," Smokescreen comments.

"Well, Arcee has that Predacon protecting her so I doubt any of the 'Cons can harm her," Bulkhead says comfortingly.

"I still don't trust that Predacon with her," Ultra Magnus speaks up, "And I don't like the fact that she sparkbonded with him."

"Me neither, I really wanted to have a shot with her," Wheeljack says with some disappointment.

"Would be nice if we could somehow go back in time and stop her from being taken in the first place," Jack says as he looks down at the ground before looking up at them. "But what's done is done."

"Well, maybe her plan will work," Fowler says, "Maybe she can persuade him to leave Megatron, would really help us out. Who knows, she might even be able to talk him into helping you guys take down Megatron."

Magnus raises an optic ridge, "I highly doubt that. But as Optimus said, if she can get him to at least turn against Megatron that would put the war back in our favor." 

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[fanfictin]

Sonic realised things were quickly getting more intense than ideal when his head smashed into one of the glass containers spread around the lab.

He had what others would - and have - called a /thick skull/, and though they often meant it in a less literal sense, the physical was usually true too. Usually, it took quite a lot to really get any actual disabled effect from a head injury, let alone more than brief bruises anywhere else, but it had been a, well, /trying/ few days, to put it lightly, and being almost point-blank whacked /with/ his own metal rival by the one /currently/ trying to get him was a bit of insult to injury.

And the injury was bad enough. His face immediately protested at the contact; the loud cracking of glass right in one ear only ratcheting up internal rebounding from the impact.

Pain started blossoming first from the left that felt practically /dented/ from the sheer force of Metal being swung and smacking into him, and was quickly joined by the opposite side that still leaned against the glass as Sonic sat dazed at the base of the pillar for a moment.

Unfortunately, Surge was not about to let him take a break, and he had to quickly find his feet and let them run practically on autopilot once her attention was no longer distracted.

Despite the painful thumping and dizziness, Sonic still tried to get through to Surge as she tried to use the stolen wisps to catch him as he circled her, leading them higher until--

"…I can't."

And the cubes dropped out from under his twisted ankle.

He heard Tails' horrified cry of his name and tried to twist around to grab the hand reached out to him- his back slammed into a stone hidden just under the water- before that pain could register there was white /everywhere/ and someone was screaming. It took a moment to realise it was himself.

Then there were hands around his throat pressing him further into the water until it was almost over his face as aftershocks of electricity paralysed his body so he couldn't even reach to even try and escape in any way.

Noise and then blissful silence, his vision no longer full of crackling green fur but the distant ceiling and a yellow smudge growing bigger.

Everything came back at once and sonic sat up with a sudden strangled gasp as though his body had forgotten how to breathe.

But he had only a moment to take in the wisps gathered closely around him and Surge's ragdolled body in the shallow water before his unfocused sight was full of a yellow blur and panicked talking filtered in.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…"

Sonic forced himself to focus on the clearly scared out of his mind fox hovering and already grasping one hand with both of his own smaller ones. The sheer terror almost emanating from Tails quickly had Sonic attempting a weak smile and a quip that was barely reassurance, based on the lack of calming reaction. Even when Eggman tried to take Surge and Kit appeared to retrieve her instead and decided to bring down the factory on top of all of their heads, Sonic could barely concentrate as he tucked Tails under one arm, unsuccessfully trying not to let fear choke him, and lept with all left of his energy to the top, grabbing a bar and not letting go even as his fingers slipped.

Tails' grip was sure next to his, and gave him a reassuring smile as the wisps helped them over the last edge. "/We've/ got this."

Unfortunately, Eggman had also survived, along with Metal, and the two parties exchanged a less than friendly parting before making their separate ways out of the factory, the battle over for now.

The two tired animals stumbled out of the city and into the woods before Sonic felt whatever adrenaline triggered from seeing Tails get hit almost abruptly drain and he staggered sideways into a tree in an attempt to grip desperately against it instead of completely collapsing, sounds fading in and out.

"Sonic?! Are you-- of course not-- what do I do--?!"

He would have loved to try and comfort his little brother's fearful voice, but controlling his breathing was taking most of the effort he had left, one of his hands automatically clawing at his chest in struggle as he forced himself to wheeze in deeper inhales to try and steady the hypoxic lightheadedness that was trying to take his senses.

Before he could get a real grasp on taking in enough air, he felt a slightly trembling arm pull around him, gripping tight enough to lift until Sonic barely felt the tips of his shoes graze the ground as he was moved forward.

Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to reassure the fox or even ask him to stop for a moment, Tails was staring ahead as he half-dragged half-flew them in the direction of the Tornado, face set in a worried frown as he presumably tried to figure out what best to do.

Sonic couldn't help the sounds that escaped as he did his best to wheeze through the pain moving so quickly flared - Surge would love to know she caused such irony on his lifestyle - and desperately try to steady his breaths, unfortunately without much success as every jolt caused a cough that reset the process.

Tails seemed to be only spurred on by the noises, and in his feared haze didn't feel his brother's tapping on his arm around the spikes, half a lifetime of knowledge enabling him to nestle physical support easily between sharp spines without being afflicted. But as much as Sonic usually didn't mind when Tails was too focused on his determination to take the lead, in this situation with how he had seen right in front of him what Surge tried - and very nearly succeeded - to do, Sonic wondered if he was going to be hauled off to somewhere equally deathly serious, like an actual hospital.

The idea made him nervous in ways he couldn't even figure himself, and it enabled him to finally try and get some words out as the Tornado came into view.

"T-Ta--ils--" The first try had him dissolve into a coughing fit that he quickly overcame, control over his breathing finally returning, to address his brother. "Tails. Hey. /Hey/. I'm okay, buddy. It's already better. Hey, Tails?"

The attempts to get the fox's attention seemed moot, his eyes both impossibly wide and fearfully unfocused as he automatically flew Sonic onto the plane and angled him into the second seat, trembling hands trying to almost pat the hedgehog down as though it would stop him being able to move.

Sonic squirmed slightly but ignored the need to protest, since his hands /were/ admittedly numb enough to cast doubt on his ability to cling onto a wing. That, and everything was still perhaps /slightly/ fuzzy and he maybe couldn't be entirely sure he'd be able to even balance, let alone stay conscious enough.

Despite his struggles, he needed to get through to his little brother that he wasn't actively /dying/ - at least, probably not, now. His chest still heaved with forceful deeper breaths, but its persistent aching had faded enough into the background for Sonic to blink his brother's afraid face into proper focus and catch his attention. "/Tails/. Hey."

It took a couple of seconds, but his voice, despite its hoarseness from the ghost of fingerprints around his neck, finally seemed to register. Tails' hurried movements slowed and paused. He blinked a couple of times and managed to drag his wide eyes up to meet his brother's slightly uneven ones.

Sonic did his best to give a reassuring smile and fished around for some equally useful words that would help while being believable enough. Trying to ignore how he had to stop to draw enough air in, and instead focusing on reaching out a shaky arm to pat a fluffy shoulder for physical reassurance.

"M'okay, Tails. Just a bit… a bit out of breath."

The fox stared for another moment, then seemed to deflate slightly, gaze scanning him in a similar manner to all the machines piled in their home.

"Does it hurt?"

Sonic wanted to pull a face. Trust this kid to ask such a loaded question. He tried for a half flippant answer to avoid lying outright, specifying, "Anything in particular?"

Unfortunately, it was the wrong thing to try, and only set the stressed boy off again, asking serious questions Sonic didn't truthfully know the answer to yet.

So he interrupted before Tails could wind himself up too much, trying again to reassure despite the trembling and numbness and wheezing. He sighed. They just needed to get home. Mustering up a genuine if unsteady smile, he said as much to the young genius that shouldn't have to deal with such a situation, at least giving him a next destination. "I could do with a nap, at least."

The only response was a half-absent nod, the kit's eyes drifting down to the straps he'd been fiddling with, automatically making sure they were tight enough before settling himself into the front seat with a last nervous glance back as he started the plane.

Sonic could practically feel himself falling in and out of consciousness during the flight. With his body as relaxed as it was going to get at the moment, he felt like his mind kept short-circetting like the electricity was still pulsing around his veins, although he knew that wasn't the case. Even he was aware of how it worked without having to ask their resident engineer, which was good since said genius was distracted enough at the moment, glancing back every now and then as if to check Sonic was still present and alive.

Each time Tails' wide gaze met his, Sonic tried to give a reassuring twitch at least, when he was conscious enough to control his own body. It probably wasn't altogether exactly helpful, but big brother instincts couldnt just be /turned off/, no matter the magnitude of the present.

Unfortunately, they could be disabled by unconsciousness, which was seemingly what had happened when Sonic suddenly couldn't remember the rest of the ride.

.

"Sonic! Open your eyes! Come on, wake up. Hey. Sonic. It's Tails. We're back. We're home. Open your eyes? Please?"

The voice slowly filtered in and changed in volume and tone as Sonic frowned in an attempt to recall fuzzy memories that would explain the fear in it. Whatever he was lying on was softer than before, and he was reluctant to shift even his eyelids to interrupt the comfort.

"Sonic?!" There were paws on his wrist and his forehead, he realised muzzily. They probably belonged to the voice, too.

He couldnt help making a little sound when one of them patted his face, forcing senses into more clarity as he slowly frowned, eyes still closed since he couldn't quote figure out how to open them now.

"Can you hear me? I need you to open your eyes, or I'm taking us straight to a hospital. I should've anyway, obviously you can't be okay, people don't just survive /normal/ electrocutions without side-effects-- anything could be wrong, and I don't know what to do… Sonic, please."

The commands trailed off into desperate mumbling, but Sonic had already figured out who it was, and he needed to get the hell up and be the big brother he swore to. The aching didn't matter, the pain wasn't important. This was

He managed to flutter open his eyes. "Tails?"

The muttering immediately stopped, a yellow blur almost leaning over him as he squinted to try and place himself.

"Oh, thank Chaos. Sonic? Are you with me? Hey, big bro." Tails managed a trembling smile. "Stay awake, okay? Just for now. I need you to tell me what hurts worse, okay?"

Sonic hummed in reply, letting his eyes shut again but blinking them back into focus before Tails could panic. He made out the back of a sofa to his left, with the wide eyes of his little brother on his right. Tails must have carried him in from the plane. Sonic had no idea at what point in the flight he'd passed out, but it was evidently enough time to get Tails back up to serious places again.

"I'm…"

"If you say you're okay, I'm calling Knuckles," Tails said flatly. With Sonic at least conscious again, he was not having any flippant behaviour. "You can't lie to me, Sonic. I saw the whole thing. Kit barely touched me. I guess he knew he didn't have to."

The last realisation was so bitter tasting that Tails paused for a moment, almost shocked at his own cynicism. He glanced down at his brother, who just stared at him, eyes dazed but almost as wide as his own now.

Sonic opened his mouth to say something, anything, but his fried mind couldn't come up with any useful words. It was one of the very rare occasions he felt helpless. Everything ached, his feet and hands felt numb, and his body was exhausted. The fight had really taken it out of him after days of trying to get around Surge. She had tried to make this beating his last. And despite somehow surviving it, bouncing back as he normally did felt almost impossible, consequences of constant fights and encounters with Eggman-Metal-Surge-Kit rounding to very nearly being electrocuted to death /in water/ were lingering heavily in more than one way.

Realising how tight his chest felt, Sonic abruptly took a deep breath, ignoring the twinging pain it brought from his side. He let a hand creep up to hold against it, as though it was the only thing holding him together against the pain.

Tails frowned. "Ribs?" He guessed, and reached out without waiting for a reply, nudging Sonics hand out the way to replace it with his own gentle touch, trying to feel out the damage. "Let me see."

Sonic tried not to wince as Tails carefully felt along his side, but couldn't stop a hiss of pain when a particularly sore spot was poked. Tails pursed his lips, not saying anything as he just as carefully patted down Sonics other side, which thankfully was slightly less bruised.

"Mm. They don't feel broken… But I'm not a doctor." Tails leaned back and eyed his older brother with a knowing look. "You really should have an x-ray or something… Maybe the restoration has one?"

"I- I dont wa--" Sonic swallowed when talking hurt his throat more than it had before. He grit his teeth briefly, giving up on trying to verbalise how badly he didn't want to go /anywhere/ let alone have people fuss and scan and touch him constantly. There werent words to explain how much he didn't want any of that right now.

He squeezed one shaky hand into a fist and shook it instead of head to spare increasing the headache. Then, as an afterthought, brought the fist to his chest and hovered it in a small circle.

Tails huffed, but it was as fond as it was fearfully exasperated. "Only you would apologise for not wanting proper medical attention," he mumbled, shaking his head slightly. But he couldn't fault his brother. He didn't want anyone else either.

Sonic twitched an attempt at a smile and slowly pointed at Tails then bringing the finger around his other hand and swiping it flatly down his chest. /Only need you/.

Tails just shook his head again, reaching out to take one of his brother's hands, lightly pinching a finger with a frown at how badly they were shaking. "Can you feel this?" He asked.

/Not really/, Sonic mouthed with a grimace and slight slow head shake. Tails bit his lip.

"Are your hands numb? Or do they feel weird - like, tingly or something?"

Sonic brought the mentioned hands together only slightly clumsily. /Both?/, the question despite the answer implied by a slight tilt to his head.

Tails didn't seem happy with the unsure reply, but leaned back to eye the hedgehog's previously injured leg, suddenly remembering how he'd yelped as his ankle had given out on the cubes again. With a surprisingly practised touch for someone young, he carefully prodded from knee to ankle, ears flicking at the sounds his brother made at different areas.

When a certain point was reached, Sonic winced hard enough to flare his headache and groaned in turn, drawing the attention of Tails to stop checking his leg. Sonic /needed/ his legs for running, to be free, in order for his lifestyle to continue unaltered once the bodily consequences of another encounter faded to mere bruises. Even the thought of not being able to move as he wished made a flutter of panic in his chest.

Thankfully, his little brother knew how he thought. With a sigh that was designed to stop any spiraling from either of them, Tails straightened up.

"I'll just bandage it again. Hopefully that'll stop any more swelling." He gave a small smile that quickly morphed into a stern look. "Stay here and don't move while I get the first aid kit. If you try to walk this off, I'm taking you somewhere you should actually /be/," he declared, self-doubt and fear hidden behind the vague threat.

But sonic knew better than to question when Tails' overprotective nature appeared, so he nodded almost meekly and gave a little thumbs up in reply. Tails narrowed his eyes, but reluctantly left the sofa's side, enabling Sonic to look around and realise they were in one of Tails' workshops, though the exact location escaped him since he'd not been conscious to see where they'd landed.

Tails came back in under a minute, setting the box down and sorting through it to find bandage and cream and tape.

"Here. Let me know if it's too tight," he started as he wrapped from knee to ankle in a firm loop, "But it can't be too loose either, or it won't help at all."

Sonic nodded again when Tails glanced at him, unsurity still clear in the young fox's eyes despite the show of taking control in the situation they'd ended up in. It was his duty to take charge and keep his big brother safe when needed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything - except Sonic not getting hurt at all.

But it wasn't something that they could control most of the time. Although the hedgehog tended to jump, run, or otherwise shake off most potential injuries, it meant that the times when Tails most needed to take care of him were when he was truly beaten down.

And this had been one of those times.

Sonic could practically feel the worry in his little brother's touch as Tails silently dabbed cream on his torn ear, it twitching in uncontrollable reflex at the sensation. He felt his eyelids lower as the same careful motions covered a few of the superficial wounds on his limbs in nice coolness.

By this point, his mind was almost as numb as his extremeties. It felt like sludge to piece together a coherent sentence or move his heavy body. Even without sight to spin around, dizziness and nausea plagued his attempted thoughts, and he swallowed reflexively despite feeling his already weak grasp on consciousness failing again.

There must have been a few seconds - or perhaps minutes; Sonic couldn't tell through the fuzziness - lost, because Tails was poking at his face again with that worried lilt to his voice.

"-you still with me? Sonic?"

"Mm." Sonic forced himself to vocalise a response, even if it was just a noise. He struggled to squint at least one eye open, a yellow blur practically filling his dark vision.

"That's it, open your eyes," Tails encouraged, pausing in his assessment of pressing around the primary head wound. The left side was bruised from the hit back but the right had been at least scraped by the glass it broke, leaving a messy trail of blood mixing with fur.

Sonic did his best to comply, blinking until his eyes were at least half open and he could actually make out the slightly strained smile that didn't hide the concern on Tails' expression.

"Hey," he said, softer than before, "I know your head is hard, but that's a bit of bump, big bro." He tried to keep the smile like Sonic would with the words, but bit his lip as he took in the way his brother's eyes were slightly different from one another.

Tails reached across beside the sofa to pick up a torch-like tool from a side table, testing it was working before straightening up and pointing it at his brother who, after a moment, scrunched his expression in apparent confusion.

"I know it's bright, but keep your eyes open, okay?" Tails waited another few seconds for his words to sink in before clicking on the light, Sonic reflexively wincing in response at the brightness.

Grimacing against the way the flash flared pain behind his eyes, Sonic did his best to sluggishly watch as Tails peered through the light for a short while before switching it off, concern still painted across his face.

"Sonic? How many fingers am I holding up?"

Trying again to focus on Tails' movements, Sonic squinted at the blurry glove above his face in an attempt to answer the question, eventually mouthing a slow answer of /three…?/

He caught a flash of new worry across Tails' face before it was schooled down and he glanced across the workshop towards where his computer was set up, seeming to think of something.

"Almost," he replied, continuing the questioning as he looked back to his brother on the sofa, considering his state. "How's your chest? Is breathing okay?"

Sonic let his eyes drop as he hummed a somewhat affirmative, practically feeling Tails' struggle in what to do next with the basics taken care of.

So he made himself reach up a hand slightly, patting at a yellow leg to get its owner's attention, blue eyes still wide with lingering fear quickly looking down at him intently.

He made sure to smile clearly, if a little weaker than usual, and twisted his hands with only a slight tremble still present to convey /I sleep off/.

It made Tails huff, but eased the lines of concern framing his face just slightly. He inhaled, eyeing his brother already shifting to curl up towards the sofa pillows, eyes already closed again, but expression more comfortable than in unconsciousness.

"Okay. Yeah. Rest. That helps. That's a good idea," Tails half-whispered, more to himself in an attempt to self-reassure. "But I don't like those head injuries so I'm checking youre not in a coma every couple hour," he added, trying to sound firm and raising his voice slightly.

There was a small grumble in reply, Sonic clearly already mostly out. Tails watched for another few minutes, but his breathing was steadier than it had been so far, and there were no more distressing sounds that made Tails' fur bristle with primal terror.

"Okay. Okay, big bro." Tails let himself give Sonic one more visual once-over, confirming he had patched up what he could, at least physically. "Get some rest. You'll be fine. I'll keep watch." As for monitoring…

He made himself step away from the sofa and lingered only a second more before crossing the lab to the computer set up. There was plenty to do, but first Tails had to be sure his brother would truly recover from such a close call. And for that, he needed the proof of numbers in front of him.

It would be okay. It had to be. No other outcome was allowed to be a possibility.