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I think Cliffjumper might just be offended at the implication that, to some in his family, the fact that he loves Mirage isn't enough for them to accept him.

I guarantee he and Rodimus fight about it. Thankfully Roddy is better at communicating with his little brothers than with OP so they pretty quickly come to an understanding.

Roddy hasn't been around much for the better parts of Cliff and Mirages relationship and so really just knows Mirage as that guy who used to act like he was better than Cliff. Going from that to them getting married just feels insane to him and he's afraid Cliff might need an unhappy relationship with someone who might talk down to him.

For Cliffjumper, his relationship with Mirage has had a lot of ups and downs. They've had to deal with a lot of people commenting on their relationship. Especially with Cliff being the son of the prime and mirage being, what amounts to, impoverished nobility since his family lost everything in the war. So rumors and gossip abound that Raj is only with Cliff to get back into higher social circles. Mirage pretends to shrug it off but Cliffjumper can tell the comments hurt him deeply and has even made him insecure about his part in their relationship.

So having his brother more or less come in and accuse Mirage of being a threat to Cliff hurts a lot. Especially if cliffjumper never fully got over the fact he almost got mirage killed with that whole traitor stunt during the war. If anyone in this relationship is a threat, Cliffjumper is convinced it's him.

Awwww its definitely misunderstandings on cliff & roddy’s part

He just wants his lil bro to be safe, he doesn’t dislike or hate mirage he’s just lookin out for his baby bro

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More for the Wavewavebee Persephone and Hades AU:

Shockwave and Soundwave would be extremely grateful, and have fallen harder for him, when they saw that he made more shadows to make them comfortable and invite him to visit the next week

They scramble before he comes to clean up their home, it was already clean but they really clean the area so much you can see your reflection in the marble

Bee does go, bringing wine with him, and is in awe of Hades and their home, he thinks the crystals and metals are beautiful, he interacts and is kind to the spirits, and loves talking with WaveWave. He brightens their home and they treat him as an equal

They gift him jewelry: brooches, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, anything and everything to show they want to court him before he heads back to the surface

He is oblivious, but they'll keep trying

Awwww love a good oblivious love 🤣 he gets that from optimus

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Hello, Cozzzy,

Would you like to share with us your angst/comfort mechpreg ideas with your favorite Cybertronians? Or the Cybertronians you are thinking of at the moment.

Have a lovely day!

Hi Sweet7, i’m sorry this took so long to answer but i wanted it to be long.

Sooo here I go. I hope it doesn’t disappoint.

Btw trigger warning for some serious angst

Bumblebee was not a fresh young bot.

Not by any means.

He wasn’t old like Ratchet, nor middle age like some of the cons they’ve fought.

Truthfully Bulkhead was the youngest.

Bee was still a young bot, just…a bot both young and old enough to see the war during its height.

He wasn’t born in the beginning but he did emerge somewhere in the middle.

He was young enough to be a newspark that could have his cry heard through the rubble and both sides would still stop active battle to retrieve a sparkling and leave said battle. It was later in the years they would retrieve said sparkling but it was up to whoever found them to get to safety.

His creators aren’t bots he can remember. He can’t even remember the bot that saved him.

He didn’t end up a con or an autobot.

But eventually he knows he cried for a very, very long time until he heard that familiar buzzing sound.

One that eased his cries and made him forget all about the crumbled, war torn home and grayed frames surrounding him.

The night air was softly rushing around him and he felt the little nubs on his back wiggle as he reached out and made a weird garbled noise and it was returned with the gentle hum and a helm wearing a crown that softly laid on his cold little helm and warmed him.

Connecting him to what felt like thousands.

A simple touch and his cries ceased, his frame was lifted into a careful maw and he was brought to the first place he could remember calling home.

A colony is the first home he grows in.

An insecticon colony.

Being a hybrid and such a young one granted him safety in their midst.

They allowed him to grow from a newspark to a bitty learning to lift their helm and roll their frame on their own. A few insecticons would transform when needed for the proper care. He never went hungry, felt scared outside of normal learning curves and his wings were able to come in along with the lining of fuzz that formed a necklace around his lower neck cables and like a belt along his hip plating.

By the time he was learning to crawl, they’d given him a designation.

His frame and wings were not yellow like that of a wasp or Yellowjacket.

He had the soft makings and gentle wing flap of a bee, a bumblebee.

A name none in the colony owned.

The queen, his queen and adopted creator spoke the designation with curiosity and when he looked over and giggled, clapping chubby servos and flapping his wings, it was decided.

He was Bumblebee. Adopted creation of the queen and hive.

He later lived up to the name when he was learning to stand.

Those little legs wobbled so much it made others nervous, wondering if he was only going to be able to fly instead of walk.

He bobbed around so much his little wings developed a tad faster in attempt to help balance him. He fluttered in the air just enough to walk on pede tips.

After that it seemed he took off and was transforming before the queen and the hive knew it.

They were surprised he didn’t have an insecticon alt-mode due to his obvious insecticon hybridism, but they weren’t shamed of having a grounder in their hive. Far from it.

Little things like sending stone messages were Bee’s task and he did them with ease. The queen was happy with her decision to save and keep her new sparkling but she always felt a pit in her tanks when looking at him.

She feared war would seize him and take happiness and home from the young bitty once more. She forbid him from leaving the hive grounds in case a grounder or flyer caught sight and took him.

She did not want war or death for her hive nor the young one she saved from it.

But the queen knew as well as many in the hive that fate did not always grant what one wants.

It was not their precious bitty being spotted that brought the downfall and massacre of her creations.

But the fruitful land and energon they were so heavily stockpiled and easily purified.

Their home was left but a smear of energon, ruined cyberclay and burnt fuzz and broken optics and wings by the time both autobots and decepticons were through with her home.

The queen took a falling stand against the invaders after commanding her last living creation to transform and never look back.

That was the day Bee learned to run.

And as the queen took in the sight of her last creation fleeing to the unknowns of freedom, she let her wings droop and imbedded her poisonous stinger into the mech who declared himself The Magnus of his time.

he withered to her poison, as did she.

Yet her soul smiled, knowing at least one of her children was free.

Bee is no fresh young bot by any means.

He’s seen the horrors of extermination, the consequence of a pride fueled hopeless war riddled with classism, frame hatred, prejudice, medical malpractice, chemical treason and a slew of things he’d rather not think about.

At times he would look at Ratchet, see the haunting in his optics and guilt would consume him. He could confide in Ratchet, tell him the terrible things he’s seen. Some of the terrible things he’s done to bots who were looking to harm him. The mecha and femme he has offlined to protect himself.

How so many autobots were often the cruelest he would encounter before the war drove the cons to unspeakable acts.

So many high profile bots in society knew his face and frame.

The one he kept hidden behind the bulky exterior that was forced onto him at the academy. He isn’t a fan of it. One would assume it helped him forget the signs he wanted to pretend weren’t there. But all it did was remind him that the frame he wore didn’t fit right.

“This place should be safe for a day or two, we can rest here and wait for the ship to arrive,” a voice of velvet, soft as a whisper to comfort them as gunfire grew distant.

“Love..you should..”

“No! I won’t abandon you! I won’t leave you or our sparkling,” he venomously whispered, em field shrouding the space. Sharp claws enveloped his heavy tanks and lifted him into a broad sweaty embrace.

“I will not abandon my family, my dear humming bee. I will get us out of here and I will keep you and our little zipping bird safe,” his conjunx promised.

And bee, he wanted to believe him, he did, but his processor felt a tragedy in the air that drew closer and closer the longer they remained on this side of cybertron.

The autobots weren’t supposed drop a bomb on the west side of Kaons shelter. That was a proven location for carriers and sparklings and the autobots bombed it.

The cons kept their end of the deal to avoid harming carriers and sparklings only for the autobots to offline a majority of theirs.

Bee was one of the few lucky enough to be alive. He was outside, looking to the skies for his conjunx. They were meant to go back to their hut when the bombs dropped. He landed right on his tanks when the blast pushed him back but he only had time to cough up energon and wheeze in pain before crawling to safety.

He felt nothing but immense pain as he inched his way to shelter in the trees, but the sound of gun shots zipping past him made his spark freeze and his vents stall. His tanks were throbbing heavily, sharp pains littering throughout his entire frame as he painfully gripped the exposed protoform on his tanks as he feared the worst. He and his sparkling..they would…he couldn’t..

He felt a terrifying cramp echo from the top of his gestation tank to the opening of his valve. His spark stuttered and he yelped in pain as his frame went deathly cold.

He couldn’t even open his optics as he felt a strange mech stand over him, barrel of the gun pointing right in between his helm as he sobbed.

“Disgusting hybrid tank filth,” Bumblebee feared those would be the last words, the last feelings his sparkling would suffer before the mechs helm was bitten off.

“Ah! Icestorm! Please! Hook, Hook, somethings wrong..”

His Icestorm…carrying him for hours on end that day until they could rest in the thicket of forest..they were just a day or two from Hook… from getting the help and safety they needed to protect their little one…

He should’ve done better to protect them..he knew something was wrong..that much energon..so much energon when he started to cramp. When the world became dizzy and his panels opened on their own..so much energon gushed out as his optics fizzed..he couldn’t do anything but scream that night…his frame was in so much pain all he could manage was to curl in a tight ball and scream as his frame pushed against his will..

“My bitty..,” he felt coolant leaking out of the curves of his optics. Digits clawing at his tanks as his vents stuttered and his engine stalled. Smoke exhaling from the tip of his intake, static filling his audials as his frame shook and his fangs slipped out.

In the dead of night, out in the cold beneath the watchful stars, sounds of the city distant, memories of the past taunting like a record.

In a frame that no longer was his own with added bulk forced upon him, with wings painfully stuffed inside a compact not meant to inhabit his figure. A figure he could never recognize or accept that failed to protect the one thing he so desperately begged it to all those vorns and cycles ago.

Isolated. Empty. Alone and desperate for an impossible miracle.

Bumblebee knew he couldn’t bring his sparkling back, nothing could, not even the all spark. He was doomed to relieve this. With every waking sunrise, every nights recharge, every moment spent making sure Sari was fueled and safe..something he could not do for his own bitty… could never do for his own bitty..

Killed him inside a little more each and every passing day.

Life was not fair.

It wasn’t fair to him at emergence, nor was it fair to his hive, his queen, his conjunx and their sparkling.

Things were not fair, his was void of little pedes running around eager to fly and he was void of his conjunx rubbing his tanks and making his favorite fuel craving as they watched their sparklings play..

He was alone in the forest on a foreign planet suffering the pain of his memories. Memories he couldn’t ever share with his team nor Ratchet, no matter how much guilt corroded him. He couldn’t.

They wouldn’t understand..

None of them do.

Because they never lost what he did.

He was alone…and he always would be.

In the distance, the stars aligned creating a new path. One that, led one lost soul to another.

A long overdue meeting, if the stars could admit.

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[The ask about Lovecraft did inspire me. Who will win ? The exasperated uncle medic or a trio of brothers desiring to find a forgotten city ?]

- You have the love of exploration of your Sire and the recklessness of your Carrier, and this is not a good thing !

A furious Ratchet was truly a terrifying sight to behold. None of the brothers dared to interrupt the medic's rant.

- If I have to believe the book I'm holding in the hands, and your notes, you were planning to enter the Dreamlands, which is already dangerous in itself, and then go on quest to find a mythical city named Kadath ?

The medic paused. He had been fortunate: Drift had sensed something was amiss on a spiritual level, and both the medic and his conjunx had been able to trace it back to the brothers.

- Did you realise how dangerous are some beings in this realm ?

Apparently not, or rather, they had probably not cared. The book, whose existence preceded the datapad's invention, came from the reserve of the Iaconian Archives. How did they steal a book from a destroyed building ? It must have been stolen before, but by who and why ?

- Where did you obtain it ?

No answers. Besides the brothers' notes, there were older other notes, with two very different, but familiar, handwritings: a certain Archivist turned Prime and a Senator. The brothers would not be the only ones to have a serious conversation today.

[Optimus does not know what is coming for him]

[Actually, the crossover between Transformers and Lovecraft exists: it's called Infestation. I have to read it]

Thank you for sharing

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Parts 5 for the TFA Brother Au

This was probably a bad idea yet he didn't know what else to do. For the passed 7 weeks Rodimus and his sparkling had been in his team's care letting them seek refuge here on earth. At first Optimus assumed it was Decepticon who'd sired but when he was told the truth, Optimus never thought to believe it. This whole time ever since back at the trial, Rodimus had been keeping the Magnus's attention on him and away from causing further problems. Yet it was far from happily relationship and now Optimus was seeking for revenge.

"What am I doing?" He sighed as he leaned back against the cold run down building. It was on the outskirts of the city, hopefully no one will spot them here.

"You're early, little auto-bot" Megatron's voice rumbled as he stepped out of the shadow of the building. For a large mech he was eerily silent at times. "So, what brings you here? Did you finally accept my offer?"

Optimus scoffed before rolling his optics. "About that, I need a little more convincing" He stepped closer showing no fear as he looked Megatron in the optic. "If you do a favour for me, I'll gladly accept your...offer" His cheeks burned at the idea.

"Ooh?" Megatron gave a playful purr as he leaned down on one knee. "Tell me what you want, dear prime. I can make it true~"

"I want Ultra Magnus dead. He hurt my brother and I want his helm on a silver platter" Optimus spoke bluntly, he even scared himself with how cold he sounded.

Megatron narrowed his optics sharply, a smirk on his lips growing wider. "Your wish is my command"

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"Yo boss bot, where have you been?" Bumblebee called out from his spot on the sofa. "You missed out on the session finally!"

Oh, I've just been out for a drive" Optimus gave a small smile as he made his way into the base. He couldn't let his team know, at least not yet. "If you recorded it I'll catch up on another time"

Bumblebee gave a short huff shaking his helm. "Yeah, Prowl records everything"

"Where's Roddy and the bitty?" Optimus quickly scanned the room. He didn't see anyone else other than Sari busy playing video games in her own world.

"Oh he and Ratchet went to have a little chat about something. I think it was about the sparklings colours finally coming in or something like that" Bumblebee chirped up again already browsing through the next session of shows.

"I see, thank you"

As he walked down the hallway he could hear the soft laughter of both his brother and Ratchet, they sounded happy a little too happy. What were they doing to his nephew? Opening the Med bay door Optimus was greeted by the sight of Rodimus holding his son next to Ratchet face full of joy, Ratchet on the other hand not so much.

"He looks like a mini you!" Rodimus beamed his spoiler fins happily fluttering to the point they could be classed as weapons. "Same grouchy face and everything!"

"That's nonsense" Ratchet grumbled giving his best optic roll. "Just because he's mostly white and has your orange doesn't mean he looks like me!" He half-yelled though there wasn't venom behind his words.

"Prime convince your brother he's seeing things!" The medic turned to Optimus for defence.

"I don't know Ratchet" Optimus gave a hum as he took a step closer to better inspect the sparkling. "He does look awfully like you. Are you sure you're not secretly the sire?"

"Oh, why do I even bother-?!" Ratchet grumbled waving a servo into the air before storming off. though try as he might he couldn't hide the faint flicker of amusement in his field.

"How are you feeling, Roddy?" He placed a comforting servo on the former prime's shoulder.

"Still tired but a lot better. Now that little spark here is finally free of the pod and growing stronger" He nuzzled his helm against his bittie's making them giggle and coo. He then returned his gaze back to Optimus. "What about you?"

"O-oh, just fine though mostly worried" Optimus cleared his intake. "About you two and stuff"

"I see" Rodimus gave a smile. "You haven't changed at all, Pax"

"Neither have you, Hot Rod"

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Aahahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Pax!!!!!!!

Hot rod??!!!!!!!

I LOVE IT!!!!!

And megs 👀 you sly turbo dog you 👀 getting optimus like that 👀 he wants that prime so bad its hilarious!!

Definitely a good way to propose to your conjunx. Take the helm of the monster hurting your brother and give it on a silver platter

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Lol I like how Cliff is very direct when it comes to his family trying to intimidate Mirage.

I can just see him telling mirage that someone was bound to try that shit eventually and made him promise to call him when it happened so he could personally make his, uh, 'opinion' known. Mirage promises, but deep down he thinks it's actually really sweet Cliffs family looks out for him. Mirage might be from "old money" but that doesn't mean his family looked our for him the same way.

Its honestly such a vibe seeing Cliff tackle his big brother because he loves & wants to protect Mirage.

Rodimus & bee & optimus are really proud of him even if a horn got in roddy’s hip 😂 and another two holes on his aft for cracking a short joke 😂

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[Your fairy AU gave me ideas]

Orion has asked to see him earlier. Shockwave was wondering why he had wished to see him in this secluded hotel room, in a remote city, and not in the Senator's mansion or Enforcer's apartment.

- You know how our relation evolved to be... far from professional, right ?

Shockwave nodded. Orion looked uncomfortable, visibly struggling to articulate what he had to say. Did he wish to end their relationship, or come back to something more professional ? Shockwave couldn't blame him: Orion was perhaps the favorite student of Alpha Trion, and a supercop, but Shockwave was a Senator, and the power difference was here. Or perhaps he was returning to the Archives.

- Before we take it any further, you must know...

He looked really anxious. Orion sighted and turned his back. He started to remove the armor's plate. Shockwave gasped: Pax was a mech of actions, not of words, especially when it came to emotional matter, but still...

On the protoform's back, there was a pair of the strangest wings he ever saw. The usually eloquent politician was speechless. Stunning. Gorgeous. Sublime. It was like seeing an enchanted creature from an ancient book.

- I am... euh... a particular sort of bot. A fae.

This was a way to put it. A fairy. Or a fae like Orion called himself. He had heard stories about them. Bots with strange powers and very convoited wings. The ridiculous amount of money some were ready to spend to possess a pair of wings. The murmurs of fairies kept as pets by the richest and highest ranking cybertronians. What he had found in Jhiaxus'lab and would haunt his nightmares forever.

- Orion...

He embraced both the fae and his wings.

-... I swear it: I will keep your secret safe; with my own life if necessary.

One day, he promised to himself, Orion would not have to hide his wings anymore.

Shockwave was certain the glow was stronger than before.

[Morpho rhetenor and Morpho hercules for the respective colors of Optimus and his Carrier Codexa]

Oooooh this is gooooooodd 👀

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Can I offer seeker dad Megs?

"Alright" Megatron gave a pleased hum as he finished installing the last soft padding. After a quick scan of the training room he returned his back to Starscream who was standing on a small pillar. "We can now begin your flight training"

"Sire, I'm scared..." Starscream whined refusing to come down. The jump seemed like a long way down and despite all the padding the fear of getting hurt kept his pedes frozen in place.

"Nonsense, you're my heir this shouldn't shake your nerves" Megatron huffed, he never knew what to say to sparklings let alone how to comfort them. "Just take the leap and I'll catch you"

Starscream narrowed his optics before holding out his arms. With a deep vent he jumped and quickly transformed into his alt-mode. Instead of flying upwards, he quickly barrelled right into his sire's chassis knocking the warlord off his pedes. "Sire?"

"Well, I did say I would catch you" Megatron gave a wheezy laugh despite the air being knocked out of his vents. Sitting up he carefully picked up the seekerling who quickly transformed back into root mode with a giggle. "Let's try that again, shall we?"

"Okay, sire!"

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This is honestly so cute

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i love my friends so much i could just lift 260 pounds!

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"i wonder what my life must have been like before sub level 50!"

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Part 4 for the TFA Roddy and Op Au

Optimus couldn't stop pacing, the moment he stopped even for a nano-klick felt like days. Many questions ran through his helm, what was Rodimus doing here and why was he sparked? Did he get sparked by a Decepticon and is now fleeing? He wanted answers but all he could do now was wait and hoped Ratchet could save them.

Two long hours passed before any news arrived, Ratchet left his med bay helm low but field open. Good at least there was some good news. "How are they?" Optimus quickly rushed over as his sparked burned with worry.

"I did everything I could" Ratchet sighed as he returned his gaze back to the eager prime. "I couldn't stop the emergence from happing but I was able to save the sparkling. As for Rodimus he's in statis. He hit his helm pretty hard but there's no major damage to his processor so, it will likely be a few hours before he wakes up"

"Right..." Optimus let out sigh as his frame slightly relaxed. He will have to wait a little longer for answers but he's thankful that his brother and bitty was alive. "Can I see the sparkling?"

Ratchet gave a nod already leading the way. "Just be warned, early sparklings are not very...pretty looking" As he opened the door to the bay, Rodimus was peacefully resting on the med berth a few wires attached to his frame. On the other side sat a pod and inside was the sparkling.

"Primus, they're so little" Optimus felt his spark swell with guilt. Poor bitty if only he'd been faster he could helped them sooner. As he gazed into the pod the sparkling was deep in recharge. Just like their carrier they had wires attached to their spark and frame, it was a sickly looking grey and very fragile with plates of amour half formed. Though what surprised him the most was the resemblance to the magnus, same furrowed brow and bulky frame. Primus he did miss out on a lot.

"I guess this makes you an Uncle" A soft half chuckle left Ratchet as he tried to lighten the mood. He already had an idea on what happened, all those scars didn't seem like battle wounds. But until Rodimus wakes up to confirms their suspicions he'll just have to theorize.

"Yeah, I guess it does" A smile found itself on Optimus lips as he placed a servo onto the pod. As long as they were both here, he promised to look out for them. Just like how his brother did for him.

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It was early afternoon when Rodimus finally re-opened his optics. His helm felt heavy and fuzzy while his frame lightly groaned. How long was he out and where was- His sparkling?! Rodimus jumped to sit up on the berth his servos scrambling to his tanks, they were still round but deflated and empty. Did he lose...?

A light beeping cry echoed from the other side of the room and Rodimus wasted no time getting to his pedes. Despite one pede being in a brace he limped over until he reached the pod, a wide tearful smile on his lips as he greeted his bitty. "Hello there, its okay carrier is here now"

Before Rodimus could try and open the pod the door behind him swung open. A very grumpy Ratchet quickly walked over waving his servos in the air. "Glad to see you're up but did you have to tear out out your wires?!" The medic grumbled trying to lead Rodimus back to berth.

"But my sparkling-" Rodimus tried to protest but in his weakened state couldn't push back against the medics shockingly strong grip.

"I'll give you them in a moment. Just wait here" Ratchet reinsured as he finally got Rodimus to sit back down. Once he was sure the new carrier wouldn't try and get back up he headed over to the pod and rolled it closer.

Once it was close enough Ratchet careful opened the pod. He made sure the wires were still attached as he handed the fragile bitty to their carrier. Once in Rodimus arms he wasted no time pulling them close and opening his pouches to allow them to fuel. "I want to say thank you, for helping us"

Ratchet gave a soft smile before giving a sigh. He had to ask just to make sure. "You're welcome, but may I ask to why you where on that ship?"

Rodimus trembled sightly as he tried not to cry. "I had to leave, I couldn't stand being trapped anymore..." His whole frame shivered as he remembered those cold dark nights. Or how those blue optics seemly burned every time they looked at him. "And I didn't want them to suffer like I did"

"I see" Ratchet gave a nod. His suspicions were confirmed yet he was worried how Optimus would react. Over the months of being here on earth he had seen how Optimus went from the slightly timid mech to a strong leader and if he was to find out what happened to his brother. Surely energon would be spilt. "For now you two just rest and recover. You're safe and I'm sure no one will bother you two. Besides Optimus has been dying to speak with you again"

"Is that so?" Rodimus gave a soft chuckle. "Well he can come by any time. Its been far to long since we last spoke" He then gave a warm smile as his gaze returned to his bitty. "And little spark here deserves to meet their uncle"

"I'll let him know" Ratchet smiled already dismissing himself. "If you need anything I'm just a klick away" As he made his way out of the room a wave of frustration and worry washed over him. What was he going to tell Optimus?

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I can’t wait for tfa optimus to have a bayverse moment, “give me your face”

He’s using that battle ax like a prime when he sees ultra magnus 😍😍

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Lol okay but like since mirage x cliffjumper seems to be coming up more, how about Rodimus and Bee (mostly Roddy cause cliffs his little bro. Bees mostly here just in case) trying to give Mirage the shotgun/shovel talk.

Only for Mirage to completely ruin it.

"Ah I see. This is where you threaten to kill me if I ever break Cliffs heart?"

"That's right! If I ever get so much of a glimmer of you breaking Cliffs heart ill- ARE YOU ON YOUR PHONE!"

"I'm so dreadfully sorry. I know it's rude but I did promise."

"I... I can't believe this! Bee are you believing this!?"

"Stop shouting its just a phone call."

"When we're having THE TALK! He's not allowed to take a call while we're having THE TALK!"

"Actually I'm making a call."

"EVEN WORSE"

Mirage raised a finger for silence.

"Ah yes it's me.... No no I'm alright. Hm hm. Well I'm calling because it's happening right now. Yes right now. In the board room... The one on the third floor. I know it's rude but you did say to call you right away when it happens..... Uh huh.... Okay well I'll be here.... Rodimus and Bumblebee..... No Bumblebee hasn't said anything to me yet. Okay I'll be sure to tell him. I'll see you soon."

Mirage hung up.

"Are you finished!?"

"For now." He turned to Bumblebee and said, "Also bumblebee you bay want to come sit by me."

"Uh... Why?"

"trust me"

Bumblebee moves over by Mirage.

"Oh what is this some kinda psych experiment."

"No. And before things escalate I just want to say... I love Cliffjumper. He might be a hot tempered little mini bot prone to trouble, but that's only because he's passionate about the things he does. I'll admit we got off to a tough start during the war but things have changed. And I respect and admire all of you. Optimus Prime for the opportunities he's given me to broaden my horizons, Bumblebees optimism and compassion,-"

"that's great buddy but a few sugary words aren't gonna-"

"-and your adventurous spirit and ability to get back up whenever youre knocked down.

My point is that I hold you all in the highest esteem.

Which is why I'm asking for your blessing to ask Cliffjumper to go through the Ritus with me.'

Bumblebee is excited. "the Ritus!? Of course you have our blessing! Right Rodimus!"

"I dunno..."

"Rodimus!"

"Look Bee I'm just not as easily convinced!"

"Understandable! As I said I gave the utmost respect for you Rodimus."

"Uh huh, and?"

"And that is why I will only wait for five minutes to pull him off of you!"

Before Rodimus can ask 'Who?' the door swung open and Cliffjumper ran in tackling Rodimus to the ground.

"I told you guys to stay out of my relationship!"

"I'm your big brother and I'm just looking out for you!'

"Bullshit! If you've said anything to Mirage Ill-"

As they argue Mirage plays games on his phone while talking to Bumblebee

Goals ✨ i love cliffjumpers energy

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Loving that people apparently like my mirage/cliffjumper stuff. Speaking of mirage let's switch to his pov. 💔

Mirage is taking a bit of time away from Cliffjumper as he processes things. He'd been so certain he and Cliffjumper had been, at bare minimum, courting. All the signs were there!

The problem was that, as a bot born to a noble family, Mirage has had certain traditionalist and relatively outdated ideas about courtship drilled into his head.

With the war over Cliff had become more relaxed and friendlier. Pretty much none of their so-called arguments were even real anymore! It was all playful teasing. Cliff didn't even lose his temper with Mirage much anymore. So clearly they had to be close.

And they went so many places together! Hound chaperoning a lot at first, but that had dropped off a little at a time. He still has Hound come along on certain events, like meeting bumblebee, because you were NEVER supposed to meet family members the first time completely alone.

Then there'd been gifts. Small, and unasked for. But they weren't unwelcomed.

And they'd started being... Intimate. Affectionate at least. An arm or shoulder touch here. A head pat there. Hell, Cliff had stroke his face. Okay, he'd been drunk when he did that but he'd been so certain it'd counted.

Neither of them had ever said they were... "Exploring the option" as his etiquette teachers had put it, but you weren't supposed to! That was way too forward! If he'd walked up to Cliff and said "let's court each other" he'd have laughed in Mirages face.

....

He'd have laughed in his face anyway.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

He knew Cliff was the direct type. Maybe if hed actually had said something...

But no. Cliffjumper had laughed. The idea of being with Mirage was a joke to him.

And why wouldn't it be? Mirage had let himself grow lax in his social judgement. All the years of war and huddled up in small bases had scuttled his judgement.

Cliffjumper was the child of a PRIME. Before the war that would've made him like royalty. And before the war Mirage might've had a chance with someone like that, but now?

His families properties were in rubble, there were no deeds or claims that held up post war, and he certainly didn't have the money. He rented an apartment for sparks sake!

He had nothing substantial to offer Cliffjumper. And if he was going to last against the inevitable social groups that were going to form he was going to need a suitor with substance. Not someone... Below him socially.

Mirage should really be grateful. He'd been on the verge of asking Cliff to make things more official and it would have been humiliating for both of them. Especially Cliff who'd be forced to reject him.

This was... Better. For both of them.

They could still be friends. And cliffjumper would need friends who genuinely looked after him, like hound. Bumblebee clearly had things sorted out on his end

Damn. He was going to have to set things straight with Bumblebee. He couldn't lead Cliffs family on.

Mirage would tell him it was just a mistaking. An embarrassing, humiliating, heartbreaking mistake that they'd all barely avoided

Mirage sniffled.

Damnit.

When had he started crying?

(4/? I dunno how many if these imma do)

Awww poor mirage.

He’s going through it

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Selkie Soundwave who trusts Bee with his pelt because Bee would never keep him by force. They stay together by love and trust, and even builds a boat so they can sail when SW wants to be in the water. The cassettes are selkie pups

Aaahhhhhh i love this!!!!!

Okay hear me out

Bee gives soundwave something that looks like two thin but very soft yet solid crystals & he treasures them.

Wears them in his hair even.

…come to find out on a swimming trip when the pups get tired and soundwave does too…

“My love, hand me the crystals please?”

Soundwave hands them over and bee lets them rest on his back and soon two crystals bloom into a set of beautiful yellow & clear wings…

Bee was a fairy this whole time and he gave soundwave his wings!!!!

His wings!!!!

Bee is a lot stronger than he looks and ends up carrying the pups & soundwave back home…

Soundwave passed out

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The last Cliffjumper x Mirage asks + the pinned post make me think of something funny.

Bee, lamenting: How can both my brothers be SO oblivious !? Where did this come from !? 🤨😮‍💨

Optimus, who got the very unsubtle hints of his conjunx after one year and half (and a scolding from Ratchet): 😐

Bee is the only one who inherited romantic awareness in his family…he gets it from his sire 😂

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To continue the Hades Persephone AU:

I can just imagine WaveWave watching Bee through the shadows, wanting to bathe in his warmth and to be in his arms

Bee, who of course is loved by many and loves spending time with others, does like his moments of peace. And during those moments he knows he's being watched, and doesn't mind as it doesn't feel malicious

One day, he invites the watcher to come out, and is surprised but not afraid when WaveWave come out. He's actually shy about it but tells them they can come more often

To accommodate them, he grows trees and other shrubbery to provide more shade for them

Awwww 🥰 this is cute

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SoundBee HC, Bee kisses all of Soundwave's scars from being a gladiator and new scars from the war, he listens to him tell his stories of being in the arena and lightly touches them before kissing them. When they're getting ready, they paint them each other's main color to show they're conjux

This is so cute