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Wanted to test my self to paint something one layer in two hours. Went with @archie-sunshine 's Kingtformer Rodimus.

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Figured I'd make my own ship bingo for my specific ship opinions. (Feel free to steal!)

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Anyways I have SMT2 brainrot. So here's Humanformers Deadlock as a gladiator, and a young Ratchet.

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DRAtchet week 2022 Day 6: Indiscreet Photo.

(First Day)||(Day 5)||(Day 7)||(Last Day)

In which Deadlock's and Ratchet's relationship is told in snapshots but maybe they should see who behind the camera.

After all of that fighting done that night, Deadlock managed to keep Ratchet. More than that he finally, finally has Ratchet's permission to enter his home. They actually started to move in together. Even though Ratchet's house has no furnishings or even a bed, this is pure bliss.

So the first thing he moves over to the house is the bed. Not because Deadlock can't handle the floor but because Ratchet is going to have recover for the next few weeks. They found a chop shop that could fix up almost all of the damage from the muggings. Everything except his hands.

All of the technical aspects go over his head, but the jest of it is that the wiring will mimic the exoskeleton. However it will always be five nanoseconds delayed. It wasn't much and to a normal mech the difference wasn't even noticeable, but Ratchet. Ratchet notices instantly, he ran five simple tests and picked up on how much slower his new hand is.

He's grateful, none of the mechanics think he isn't. However, Ratchet asks if they could just allow him to repair his shattered hands. So coming home every night he sees Ratchet sitting down on the bed, trying to navigate fixing it.

Deadlock can really see how much those five nanoseconds matters. How much slower and sloppy his work is. Before he used to be as gentle as snow, but now he can barely hold his hand in the air.

He is proud of Ratchet, the mech might have been ready to give up on them, but he was always determined to healing. It will take a lot of work and practice to get him back in tip top shape, but Deadlock knows that if anyone could rebound it's him.

Last night Ratchet made a big break through. He got two of the fingers to work, they're still unreliable, certainly not ready for any kind of work. However, Deadlock believes this is a good enough reason to celebrate. "Trust me. This place has really good Electric Indium Rocks."

"But what if I don't like Electric treats." Ratchet hooks his new working arm his and rest his head against his chest as they walk down the street. A date, a real and honest date. While the first time at the club was nice, this one is honest.

"You can order something else. I'll just eat what you don't want." Deadlock opens the door to the and leads Ratchet to sit at the table on the back wall. Walking away to set their order was harder than he expected it to be. The Ratchet shaped cold spot makes the distance worse but it isn't long before he goes back.

Sitting to make sure that any bad actors would have to get through him before they could touch Ratchet. "There's an open seat over right there." Ratchet makes a pointed look at the sad looking barstool across from them.

"Yeah?" He laughs it off. No point in letting Ratchet convince him to switch seats. "Well since you said that you don't like Electric so I got some Lithium Ion and Battery Ooze." Placing the bag that the assistant gave him all of the treats scatter on the table.

"That looks like more than those two." Ratchet picks up the round one that is rolling towards the edge of the table. Eating the whole thing in one go, shaking his head from the strong sour taste.

"Maybe you should let me pick them." He shouldn't be laughing, it's not very romantic, but-

"I think you've done enough choosing." Ratchet moves to take the one Deadlock was starting at. Holding it up to his lips, shaking it back and forth, but his hand freezes up, dropping it. He stays still, not one word. Keeping his hand in the same position, shame seeping out of his field.

"Here." Deadlock picks up one of the cooper nuggets and feeds it to him. He can feel his chapped lips, his warmth breath, and soft gaze. "I think you'll like this one better."

That's how they spent the night. Deadlock picking up whatever snack he deemed tasty and feeding it to him. Watching the flickering of emotion as different flavors cross his tongue. The way his thoat works and the ever growing fuel filling him up. It states a more primal instinct and knowing that it was he who fills his lover. Well it's a good thing that he moded his panels to stay lockdown until he turns the code off.

"I shouldn't have eaten so much." Ratchet puts his fist in front of his mouth to keep to fuel in. "I don't think I can drive let alone walk back." Primus he is cute enough to eat.

"I don't know..." Deadlock let's his engine purr. "You can afford to eat more." He rubs Ratchet's plating. "I don't mind carrying you home."

Ratchet gives him that cute little pout. "With your weak ankles, ya right."

"The two of you were very cute. Right Deadlock?" Was the caption on the photo.

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More time passes and Ratchet has fixed enough of his hand that all fingers are moving. He still has trouble holding things and they start to shake if they stay up for to long. It was a huge improvement, but more than that it gave Ratchet back his confidence. He even had gain that sassy sawy when he walks. The air of authority comes back to full force as he goes back to repairing mechs off the streets.

Tonight, the two of them are heading back to the shop. As Ratchet's has to go through one more exam before they clear him for duty. Bracing himself as the enter the shop, the deep smell of blood never truly goes away. "Well wer here." He bangs on the chains hanging on the wall.

"Cool your thrusters." A saw blades starts spinning, "We'll be ready in a bit." Another spark lights the corner of the room and he swears he can hear someone screaming in pain.

"Have a seat." Ratchet took his hands and drags Deadlock to the seat next to him. "We can make out while we wait."

"Huh?" He turns to face him only to get a sight full of Ratchet's smile, was he teasing him.

"Oh no you don't." The red sports car comes from the other side of the room. His paint is always emasculate, and at first Deadlock didn't trust him to be an actual doctor. "If Breakdown and I can't make out at work than neither can you." He makes his way towards Ratchet, bending down to hold up his hand and running scans. If Deadlock is jealous only Ratchet notices as he just sends him a smug look.

"What's the diagnosis, Knockout?"

"Good." He flips the hand over and starts testing his sensitivity. "In fact you fixed this to almost match the original specs. Practically made a miracle." Deadlock puts his hand on his thighs to express his pride. "Impressive."

"Let me see." Breakdown comes from upstairs and joins the three of them. "Yeah." He takes the hand from Knockout and gives it a stress test. "You may need a bit more time for all of the sensors to work but yeah great work."

"Choppshop." Knockout whistles for the owner to come over. A big mech or rather a group of mini insecticons that form the hulking mech. His two sets of eyes stare deeply into Ratchet's hand as the silicone hairs press against it. "So?"

"He'd save us a lot on supplies, and I ain't got time to reformat alloy."

"What's going on?" Deadlock takes a look at Ratchet. The exchange between him and the rest of the crew is suspicious.

"I ment to tell you." Ratchet moves to run his fingers down his thighs, comforting him. "I was thinking about joining the shop." He looks down keeping gaze away from his. "You know- to help others." It wasn't him asking permission, at least not yo Deadlock. More like he was asking Choppshop to join and is telling him as a formality.

"I get it Ratch." He links their hands together.

"Then let's update the staff picture." Breakdown pulls out a camera hands it over to Deadlock and pushes him out. The rest of the mechs pose themselves around Ratchet. Look at him with a knowing smile as they wait for him to take the photo.

"Say Gasoline."

"This is the place your Ratchet works, correct?" The caption of this group photo reads.

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Another long, painful shift, Deadlock and the rest of the stunt crew get a half jorn break to refuel and stretch out their legs. Today has been especially tough since two of the main actors switched acts and now they have to start training all over again.

Another dent fender and a twist bumper. He is one of the lucky ones as the guy next to him as a burnt interior filters, with his tire sticking out of his chassis. The other bot in front of him has it worst as he caught the preform in root mode. His axel is twisted and his hip dislocation, he won't be able to transform until that gets fixed.

There's suddenly the crowd starts to whisper, commenting on a new vehicle that is headed this way. In fact it looks a lot like-

"Hey Drift." The mech behind him shoves his shoulder to grab his attention. "You see that bot? The alt mode looks kinda cute no?"

He doesn't get a chance to reply as said vehicle transforms in front of them. To his surprise Ratchet is here and Deadlock realizes that this is the first time he's ever seen his alt mode. It was another shock that he really was not an ambulance. "What are you doin here?"

"I had some extra time." Ratchet then pulls out a crate wrapped up in organic fabric. It was red, with gold hearts, clearly Knockout's but cute. "I figured we could have lunch together." He turns his face away from him, and Primus is he blushing. "To be honest," Ratchet keeps his head away but his eyes come back to look at him. "Breakdown suggested this, and I didn't have anything better."

Maybe it was the heat of the day, or the bruise of his battle scar, but Deadlock can feel his vents kick into high gear. "Yeah." Oh that was the wrong thing as the bot he was talking to face palms. "Here." He takes Ratchet's hands and tries to guide him to sit down on the floor next to him. That was until his bumper starts acting up and tumbles onto the ground hard.

"What happened?" Ratchet drops down to examine the situation. Putting both hands on eithet side of his shoulder to turn him over. The light of the sun makes a ring around his head, like straight out of a dream. That is palling in comparison to the genuine concern in his eyes as he waits for a response.

"Just my fender acting up." He manages to sit normally. Ratchet rushes to his side, he wraps himself around him. Deadlock closes his eyes and waits for the gentle touch. So it's a hard wake up when Ratchet digs into where his vehicle front is stored. He yanks out his fender and with his two hands untwists it. "Ouch." He tries to hold back a yell.

"Sorry." Ratchet gives him a hug, rubbing his face on his chest and planting a kiss.

A whistle brakes the moment. "What's a mech got to do to earn something like that?" Deadlock's coworker says as he continues to watch the two of them. When he coughs and the smoke from the wreckage comes out of his mouth, Ratchet is pulling away.

"What's wrong with you?"

"You tell me." The bot stands up and the rubber from the tire sticks out. No other words is said as Ratchet makes his way to the mech and starts to get to work. Unfortunately, more of the crew came to get repairs. It ate into their lunch, and by the time Ratchet was finished the sun went down and most of the circus left.

"I'm sorry Deadlock." Ratchet gives him another hug.

"It's alright. I got a nice view of you at work." A blush creep up on his face and Primus he was so cute. Cute enough to eat, and he would have if he doesn't have work tomorrow.

"Hey you two." The both of them both follow the voice that calls for them. When they both tracked it the a mech with a camera took their picture. "Here." He sent the image forward. "I figured that I should give you something as thanks." He raised his arm and bent it to show it was fixed now.

"Hmph." Ratchet steps away from him. "Just don't do anything reckless. I don't want to come back to fix it."

We wouldn't want the Ring Leader to know that his new medic is swapping paint with the Decepticon's most prominent weapon. Right?

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"So... Deadlock." Ratchet stands at the front of the door, ready to head out for work. They haven't had much time together, this had been the only day in the last few months. "I've been giving it a lot of thought." He lifts his head to look at him but his eyes shift elsewhere. "And maybe it's too early for you but. We should move in together."

Those words ring loudly in his head. It shouldn't matter much, the two of them sleep together here on their off days. While yeah, it wasn't often, it was just enough that Ratchet trust him to rest next to him. The idea to have him everyday, to hold him, to be able to watch him fall asleep and wake up to him. "Uhh yeah." He answers so eloquently. "I'll get all my stuff ready to your place by next week."

Ratchet gives him the most beautiful, genuine smile ever. The world turns perfectly and the sun shines ever brighter. "Okay. I'll get the house ready for you. Tomorrow I'll give you the passcode and a key."

The times the photo has no caption. It's just a grainy picture of Ratchet opening the door to their appartment. A letter behind it has today's date, a list of mechs and the bounty amount. It has no signature, no contact information. The photos were a clear sign that they have ways of tracking him down. More important, they were threatening Ratchet and once he gets out of this mess he will deal with them.

"I'll do it." Deadlock looks at the two goons in front of him. He left his blasters at home and they don't hand theirs over. "But then you already knew that." If he wasn't tied up in the chair he was sitting in he would have attacked them.

It was the first sign that his weakness would put Ratchet in danger. The beginning of the end.

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The yearly Optiratch.

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A cupid Rodimus for Valentine's Day.

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Well I guess here is more of this. More chapters added.

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For a new chapter from kinktober fic since apparantly A03 takes links only. Smut underneath.

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DRAtchet week 2022 Day 5: Scared Hands/Night Full of Memories.

(First Day)||(Day 4)||(Day 6)||(Last Day)

Ratchet goes to get refills and finds himself in a rough situation.

Warning for minor violence, suicidal behavior, and circular debt habbits . There's also a lot of thoughts of worthless and thinking of being thrown out.

Ratchet shuts down as he his gutted for parts, and sometimes Deadlock's actions are interpreted as threatening even if they're not.

He has start finding work soon. Once he had paid his debt Ratchet was sure it would be eaiser to make a living. He never accounted for Oilslick to blacklist him from getting hire, for all government contracts to suddenly be outbid. For the hit. He managed to get a loan to return the money Deadlock had given him, but he hasn't been able to get work.

Ratchet was walking to the refill station on the outskirt of the city. One hand holding the canister, while he sets his other hold the generator for his house. It is a rather safe street, since cops would patrol the area for poochers trying to rob from the facility.

Or it was supposed to be. Walking the normal path, Ratchet notes how there's no one here. No shops, no cops and no mechs sleeping outside. The air is too still and the only light illuminates the street is the refinery. All of should have made him scared, but he wasn't, and maybe that's why he was unprepared.

Making it to the front gate, he is stopped by a detour sign. It is not much of a problem, until four vehicles surround him from behind. He wouldn't be able to pull back, two of the others block the new route. The others then transform back to their root forms and approach him.

They don't say anything to him. The two alts come closer, the others also get near. They're going to corner him. There is no questions, whatever they want from him they're going to force him to give it. There is no compromises, and all he can do is lie down and give it.

They rush him, pinning Ratchet to the chain fence. His debts are due. They pry open his frame. They gut him open. Cut out wires and yank out all of his redundant pieces. Spare parts, they're harvesting his spare parts. The only thing he ever had of value.

It was the reason he was created.

The cog in his arm is torn off. Then they cut off his right hand. With a blade made of plasma light, it will make it a clean cut. No blood will drip off and he will heal fast. In exchange, it is the most unbearable pain imaginable. Like the sweltering acid of the waste dumps, so much pain that his frame relates. Without much thought Ratchet manages to knock back one of the harvesters.

What did that get him? Another torn off armor part and a broken ped. What would Deadlock think, knowing that he is a coward.

Every thought is shattered as they hold out his functional hand. Line it up against the metal pole. One of them pulls out a dent remover mallet, and swings.

They crushed it. Every pulley, cog, circuit board fritz. The exoskeleton shatters into a million pieces. Ratchet could never undo the damage that was done to his hand. Even if by some miracle, he linked all parts together. It will always carry a scar.

Once they leave, he walks all the way back. He didn't get the damn fuel, he won't have any power for his home. He is worth less than he had when under his servitude. Now he isn't woth being spare parts.

He got of debut, and what the world gave him is scared hands.

Ratchet had no idea how long it was. He was wondering, halting, and using his time. Going home wasn't going to happen. He never deserve to own it. He doesn't want to go to Deadlock's, but he has to. The bot deserves to know Ratchet is valueless.

Opening the lock hurt. Hurt in more ways than just physical. Shame runs through his frame as he caught Deadlock on the couch. It's over. He'll take the home and leave him out in the street . He deserves nothing less.

"What happened?" He's fuming, looking at Ratchet should make him angry, it was expected. Deadlock stocks forward, cornering him to the wall next to the door. Taking the handle away from his broken hand. He steadies himself for when Deadlock throws him out. "Ratchet what happened?"

He doesn't answer. If he can prolonging speaking, the more he gets be here. Then a sting jolts on his hand, looking down he sees claws hold him. He's trying to be gentle but that just make the pain worse.

"Ratchet." He's stern, pulling the hand to examine the damage. The crushed wires, the twisted fingers going in the opposite direction and the oozing blood coming out of the seams. The pain is dull compared to the shame of being scolded.

Ratchet just shakes his head. He can't talk, he doesn't want to. Telling Deadlock anything will get him to kick him out faster. Since he already is a coward, he can take one thing. Before Deadlock can react, he rushes him for a hug.

That opens the last of the cleansing fuild and cries. All of the tears flow down his face and he lets himself break. No he already is broken, worthless and soon to be disposed. What difference will it make if the last mech who will see him, remembers him now. A worthless coward. "Would it be okay if I can rest my head like this a little bit longer..."

"Ratchet..." to his surprise, Deadlock holds them closer. Tightening the grip, holding him like he never wants to let go. "Take all the time in the world." They stay like that. The first sun comes peeking out from the only window of the apartment. Golden light shines into his worn out eyes, finally setting them to close.

Warm, this is the last time Ratchet will ever feel like this. Once he wakes up and explains himself, the offer will be returned. Deadlock will throw him out and he will deserve it. Because he is worthless.

A forged mech to hold redundant pieces. To keep spare parts in working order for when real medics need them to fix patients worth their fuel. Now he has no parts left, and no one will give him more. Who would store valuable peices with a broken bot with scared hands.

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"Ratchet..." there is a gentle caress on his face. "Hey." The voice is guffaw but still kind. "C'mon Ratchet, I need ya to get up." He isn't angry but he should have been. With all the strength he can spark Ratchet sits up from where his head was laying.

Being more aware of his surroundings, he can figure out that he was sleeping on top of Deadlock. Resting his head right on his shoulder where he set it down when he got here. Embarrassed by it all he sets himself aside and waits for Deadlock to get off the bed.

"I'm sorry." He says. His hand fritz again and he tries to soothe himself by placing it in between his thighs. "I should go." Ratchet puts the key to the apartment on the drawers next to him as he avoids looking at him. "I'll pass by to drop off the key to the house when you're at work. So you won't have to see me. All of my stuff will be out before then."

"What?" He hears Deadlock's vents whirl in anger. "Ratchet what are you talking about?" He blocks the door. Ratchet just stays in the spot of the bed, avoiding to make any eye contact with him. He's going to scold him, better to just let him get it all out and leave when it's over. "You're not going to go out there. Not in the middle of the night with injuries like those."

"Oh..." keeping his head down, Ratchet still stays in his place.

"Ohhh?!" Deadlock's field flicks towards him ferociously. "You come here with missing limbs and broken armor. And all you say to me is 'Oh!!!' Primus Ratch I was scared all of yesterday think your injuries were going to kill you. You can at least explain yourself." He moves closer, but at least has the kindness to not force them to look at each other.

"I was out to the refinery to get more energon and to refill my generator for the house. When some bots cornered me and took some parts."

"What else."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm asking you to give me more information." Right, it makes since that Deadlock would want to know if they would target him next.

"I was late on my payment so they came to collect. I'll get it all sorted so you won't be involved."

"Payment, what payment? Why didn't you tell me that you owed money?"

"I used it to pay you back. For buying the house. I couldn't just keep it for free and frankly I don't need to tell you anything." Well except for now, now that there is a chance he could be next. "I asked Lockdown for a loan and all I had of value was my parts." At the name Deadlock's microphone fins perk up. He's probably scared about him. "Look, I'll deal with it. So you won't be caught up in all of this mess and you can forget all about me."

That hurt to say, it hurt much more than thinking about Deadlock throwing him out. His thoat starts to swell and if he had more tears he would be crying.

"Damnnit Ratchet." His face is grabbed by both of Deadlock's and he is forced to look at him. "You need to get your head out of your aft and talk to me. Really talk to me this time."

"I know we're finished. So don't worry about anything else and just let me fix my own mess." Damn why did this crapshoot apartment only have one window. "And you can just lay here and wait til the Decepticons call you back, okay. I know you left your position for me, but I'll get it back for you."

"Who said that I wanted to end things with you?"

"Don't be stupid." If Ratchet still has functioning hands he would be jestering at himself. "Look at me. I'm not even worth spare parts. Who could want a mech with a broken frame?" He can feel Deadlock's field filled with agitation, good. If Ratchet can provoke him enough to ask him to leave the faster he can untangle him from his mess.

"I don't hear where you got the idea I don't want you."

"A mech who can't fulfill any function is a burden. Everyone knows that." Ratchet pulls his face out of the hold. Getting up now ready to leave. If this doesn't get Deadlock angry, then it will at least get Ratchet out the door to cut contract.

He feels the other bot grab his broken hand. Ratchet braces himself for the blow. "Don't talk functionist scrap to me. I want an answer for why you think I want to break up?" Deadlock stands up to follow him. Without his other arm Ratchet can't open the door to leave. In a desperate move he tries to kick the door open with his working ped.

"It's so obvious." Why is this door so strong. "I'm nothing but a coward and a liar. A standard looking medic but I was never even one. All that I am is a walking scrap yard made to hold parts for when real medics need them." Finally Ratchet has enough and turns around to look Deadlock right in the eyes. "I have never been a real doctor." There, let's see how he deals with the truth.

Deadlock pins his broken hand to the door. He uses his other hand to hold his leg and has his fang right on major fuel lines. Good he's going to kill him. Ratchet is face to face with death and some part of him is relieved it's going to be Deadlock who does it. "I still haven't heard a real reason. So I'm going to hold you right here until you can say you want us to break up."

"What?"

"I said that until you say that you want to end our relationship. I'm not letting either one of us leave."

"You're going to get desperate for fuel eventually." Ratchet aims Deadlock's fang on the fuel line more closely. "When that happens you won't care how you get it." If that happens Deadlock will cut the line ending Ratchet's life. Fine by him, although he no longer has parts the mech could sell off.

"Primus if you weren't being so ridiculous right now. I would say that your anger is so hot."

"Yeah which part seems silly to you?"

"The telling me that I want to end our relationship even though you can't admit that you care about me. I should spend this time to list off all the ways I find you irresistible but you would find a reason to dismiss it."

"You mean dismantle it with facts and logic."

"Ugh. Don't say things like that. It's such a boner killer."

"I'm trying to get you to understand that fighting for me isn't worth it and all you have to tell me is that I'm running the mood."

"I'm trying to tell you that you are worth the fight and here you are not believing me. Even though I already said that if you can honestly say you want to end our relationship I'll let you leave."

"I can't tell a lie."

"You just told me your a liar."

"Telling a lie and not saying the truth makes someone a liar."

"There you go again, killing my boner. Primus Ratchet stop being so stubborn and let me help you."

If Deadlock thinks he can get Ratchet to change his mind by subjecting him to crude humor. Then he's just going to stay silent until he gets hungry enough to eat the fuel from his throat.

"Really the silent treatment?!" He can feel the mech rolling his eyes. "Well if your not going to use your pretty lips for anything I will." Ratchet gets no time to respond as Deadlock lets his fang off his throat and kisses him. Their unrestrained and deep. He pushes his tongue pass the teeth to the back of his mouth. Licking up all the oral fuild gathering at the base his mouth.

It's all so gross, but also it makes his valve tingle. Something in the mood shifts again and Ratchet finds the threatening of pinning him to the door more desirable. This is truly a messy situation, and not romantic in the slightest. However, a brief unnoticed moment goes by and Ratchet finds himself kissing back.

"Tell me you want this to stop." Deadlock whines as he pulls away from the kiss. "Tell me to go away and never find you and I will." He switchs to giving him soft chastened kisses on Ratchet's face. "Tell me..."

"I don't know why you want me to stay."

"Because you're beautiful."

"I'm generic, you would be able to find a bot like me in seconds."

"There is no bot like you. Your kindness is not like others."

"All I do is bring trouble."

"I was Decepticon high command I can handle trouble."

"I have a bad temper."

"I also see your passion. Good and bad I want it all."

"And I'm a coward. I won't stand up and fight."

"You fight mechs to help them. Anything else I will handle." Deadlock went back to kissing his lips. "Tonight let's make a night full of memories."

"Okay." Ratchet thinks that this will be the fastest way. This time Deadlock will be dead asleep and he can sneak out. Let him have one good thing.

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DRAtchet Week 2022 Day 4: Great Things do Happen.

(First Day)||(Day 3)||(Day 5)||(Last Day)

Deadlock knows that the war will shift soon. So he goes and looks for work with no strings attached.

The war is going to escalate soon. Deadlock had no real prove of this, but last time he ignored this feeling he ended up left behind. High command is going to have him sign a contract to only do work for them. While a long time ago he would have liked that. To have one guarantee.

The truth is he has Ratchet to think about, not that the mech has said anything about wanting to bond or anything. Deadlock still has to take care of his lover. He knows that Ratchet would not want to join any side of this conflict. Having other bots dictate who he is and isn't allowed to fix is against his coding.

That means that if he wants to keep Ratchet, he will have to find honest work. Easier said than done, honestly he's tried that before. However, this time he won't take no for an answer. If he has to he will threaten bots to give him the work.

Damn, if he hadn't bought Ratchet that nice house he would have a good amount left over, but it's not a regret he has. Ratchet likes it, likes it enough to stay there even if Deadlock has offered his nicer appartment.

There's still time for him to take up more contracts. At this point he will even agree to the Senate's dirty work that pays less than a cube of energon just to save more. Doing all of the bounties also gets him in the spotlight of other assassins, who normally took the scraps he leaves behind. Now he has to time the last job he'll take and when he will excuse himself from the Decepticon army.

"17000 is starting pay. All you have to do is stay in alt mode and follow the directions of the stunt director." The recruiter he ran into while staying at the motel parking lot in between jobs says to him.

"17000, no insurance?" Deadlock should be angry about risking his life for less than two meals, but it sounds like steady work and anonymity. Really the only downside so far is that they expect him to tour with the group.

"No we have one mechanic on site but the talent is top priority, get it." An opening.

"So what if I wave my right to go to him for repairs, could you up my pay?" The mech isn't surprised. He supposes that the other bots who are dumb enough to take this job are also desperate.

"It goes to 30000." The bot sighs as he scratches the build up in his microphones.

"Deal." Deadlock holds his hand out to shake on it.

"Deal. Your first day is in a week. If you're late on showing up your fired." Should he be intimidated, his Ratchet has a remote ground bridge he sure he can ask to borrow it.

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Fuck, they didn't tell him that the mech they hired to preform the stunts had never done any before. No it was only after he crashed into him and five other cars in the fire pit that they tell him. Most of the performers were a bunch of pretty looking younglings, who were easily preyed upon or hatchlings that had just grew up around the stunts.

Really only the bot from Nyon with a fire outlier ability has any control over his performance. Which Deadlock has a lot of issues with, and now has to make sure all these kids don't get hurt. He also takes up teaching the sharp shooters how to properly fire their own blasters.

All that work and he gets to go home with three new scorch marks, a broken fender, and a twisted back tire. At least they are off for the next two days due to bad weather. So he's going to get home rest on the couch and call Ratchet tomorrow.

That was until he gets into his appartment. Opening the door with a physical lock is a pain in the ass but it was safer to have two locks instead of the standard code lock. Walking into the room Ratchet is asleep on his couch. One arm wrapped around the blanket that he uses. Another one is holding the wax, theres now a new dent in the center.

His spark is about to give out. Ratchet has chosen to be here, in his hovel because he missed him. That he is the one that comforts him and trust him. How couldn't he, when Ratchet has had just as much hardships as he, how couldn't he. It's almost a shame to wake him, but the faster it's done. The faster he can sweep him off his feet and carry him to the bed.

"Hey." He shakes Ratchet's leg, gently nudging him to wake up. "I just got home.", he watches as Ratchet's eyes blink back on and synergize to his processor.

"Huh, Deadlock." Ratchet doesn't move but he does follow his movements aroubd with his eyes.

"Yeah I got off of work. So I'm going to go to bed." He can feel the smile burn onto his face. Primus imagine getting to spend the rest of his life waking up to this kind of Ratchet. He truly would be blessed. "I was hoping to get you to join me."

"Oh." He lets go of the blanket to wrap his arms around him. "Fine, but you have to pick me up."

"Of course." Like that was some kind of punishment. He scoops up both leg in one arm, the other grabs his shoulders. Or he would have, if it wasn't for the shots that got his left side.

His leg gives out and make sure Ratchet is okay he drops him back on the couch. He falls to the floor and sees the legs of the seat snap. It hits the floor hard, kicking up all the dust coating both their frames. Now his wonds are stinging.

"What happened?" Ratchet is now climbing off the couch and examining the damage. He's on his frame, legs lock around his and it's starting to get hard to think.

"It's nothing to serious I just got a bit ding up at work." That has the opposite effect as Ratchet is now digging deeper into his frame, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. "I was going to tell you tomorrow over diner but I got a job at the circus."

"The Circus?" Ratchet then runs his hands on the bent fender and twist it back into place. "What about the Decepticons? Are you not getting paid enough?" He looks back at him. "Do you need help?" They've been this close before, but never did Deadlock take the time to notice how sullen his eyes are.

"I'm planning to leave the Cons." That now gives him a bewildered look. That's a new one and damn if it doesn't look cute. "I just have to submit my two weeks."

Ratchet is shocked, so much so that he stops his examination. One hand steadies them, the other is hovering right above the bullet wound. "Really?" He doesn't move, so expressionless that Deadlock is starting to worry.

"Yes. In the next two weeks I will officially be apart of the stunt act and out of the Decepticon army." Ratchet still stays silent, and he moves to comfort him. Or he would have if Ratchet didn't suddenly push him to the ground again and kisses his face. He would like to return it but fingers dig deep into his wound and it hurt like hell again.

He wouldn't trade it for the world, he even starts to see his vision pixelate. Great things do happen, and for a while Deadlock was sure that he found happiness. It would be the law of the universe that he will drive into the worse sadness of his life.

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Dritchet week Day 3: Frail Beauty.

(First Day)||(Day 2)||(Day 4)||(Last Day)

In which Ratchet reflects on the new relationship between himself and Deadlock.

Many bots would tell Ratchet that allowing one mech to save from his financial burden and pay for his new home is dangerous. He believes that so is taking the time to save enough money. Ensuring that he has the resources to escape if this situation goes bad.

Not to say that Deadlock has hurt him, Far from it. Despite him being apart of the Decepticons, he has never been violent towards him. In fact more times than not Deadlock is protecting him from recruits, Oilslick, and even himself. However, Ratchet knows that sometimes a mech can try to do everything in their power to stop the pain, but the can still hurt.

Even now, as both he and Deadlock are are sitting down on the sofa. Watching the last minute of sunlight that hits his almost unused appartment. All Ratchet can think about where are the exits and how would Deadlock react to him running away.

"Can we stay like this a little while longer?" Deadlock snuggles in closer to him. He doesn't change to look up at him but he stays silent waiting for him. What should he say, that he will stay as long as he wants. What is what he wants? What is the timeline and would Deadlock want to bond with him?

Would Ratchet even want to? Being linked to a bot until one of them dies, something like that frightened him. However moments like this, they really tempt him to stay. "I have a few more hours."

"Yeah, I can take that." Deadlock settles down. He holds him down as if he is devouring his touch. Maybe, he is but what fear does he carry?

More important, what is Deadlock's job with the Decepticons? As far as he tells him, he tracks down bots. Apparently he is good at finding mechs. What he does to them he won't say.

Ratchet also doesn't know where that will leave him. If his hire ups one day ask to get rid of him, what will he do. If Ratchet has to leave him, will he track him down. Will abandoning him for his safety cause the opposite effect. Is there a chance that Deadlock will hurt him?

Was the information that Deadlock is Megatron's personal assassin true? What will he do if Ratchet is one day the target of thier ire?

Ratchet has to make another plan, in case he chooses to pull the trigger.

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Ratchet has a little extra time in the next visit he takes. Deadlock is still asleep at the moment, but Ratchet has managed to get out of his iron grip. So he goes to the kitchen and starts to wash dishes, as the light of dawn peaks through the curtain.

Reflecting on the time that passed, he wonders if they should become exclusive. Sure Ratchet hasn't actively looked for partners to spend his time away from Deadlock, but he also doesn't refuse mechs who give him attention. As of recently though, Ratchet has been saying no to those kinds of offers. Instead opting to stay the night with Deadlock.

Has Deadlock done the same, he doesn't know, not really. All Ratchet can do is take his word that he doesn't. That he is loyal to him while he is at work. Work that he hasn't been told what it is.

He picked up that Deadlock liked to sleep around with medics. If the con finds out that Ratchet is just a space bridge engineer, will he leave. He wouldn't blame him. Ratchet would want honesty from his lover, it's only fair to assume he will too.

"Hey." The voice coming from the room to the kitchen is soft. As if they speak any louder will wake him up. "I got a call from base. All personal have to return to their station." He rubs the back of his head, trying to look apologetic. "You can stay here longer if you like. I'll leave a spare key for you." He places the physical item on the counter in between them.

"Oh..." had he not realised that giving him permission to his appartment was dangerous. It also is something that only intimate lovers would do. "Thanks" he sets the container he was cleaning aside and picks up the next one. "But I will just stay until the dishes are done. I don't want to overstay my welcome."

Before he can put the foam cleanser onto the sponge, Deadlock rushes to his side and takes his hands. "You won't. Promise." He moves to intertwine their hands together. "If anything, I wish you would stay here. Maybe even move in together."

"I-" honest, Deadlock is being honest with him and all he can do is cower. Truth be told Deadlock being a Decepticon frightened him. Being apart of the war frightened him, and the fact that Deadlock is leaving at thier command is also fearful. "I can't."

He drops their hold. His field sends waves of resurgence but deep down he can feel hurt and contempt. It was faint as to be an anomaly, but Ratchet isn't one to let anomalies go unrecorded. It's how he will make sure to not get caught again.

"Okay" Deadlock pulls away making his way out. "Just know if you ever need to come in. You don't have to ask, just use the key and stay as long as you like." He doesn't look back, but he stays by the door, waiting for his response.

"I'll keep it in mind." With that Deadlock leaves. Leaves and returns to the Decepticons. As long as that mech is a part of that group and their war, Ratchet will always come in second. This would be the last time the world would leave them in peace. Had he know at the time this beauty would be so frail, he would have force him to stay longer.

He would have told Deadlock that he wanted to be lovers, not just promise exclusively.

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Dritchet week 2022 Day 2: Promised Land

||(Day 1)||(Day 3)||(Last Day)

There's a Virus that is going that will reunite Deadlock to the mech that helped him.

Tw: for refereference of financial abuse. It happens in the last portion of the fic. And surgery for a lodge bullet wound at the beginning. While I tried to make more like a mechanic pulling out peices of the engine, it still something to weary of it.

He was saved by a space bridge engineer. Not a nurse, not a doctor, not even a damn medic. No just an of the so called neutral parties whom claim to only wish to help, but they never want to. Deadlock would have to bring up the law to force them.

So how pathetic must he be to still be weak for any mech with a soft touch. Deadlock has a reputation for fragging medics, but that wasn't entirely true. He also goes for former clockmakers or mechanics, or any bot who could make his engine purr properly. He's looking for a mech who could match the touch of the engineer, or at least get close enough.

So when a new viruse hits the Decepticon base he currently is stationed at. Many of his comrades give him a knowing look. High command managed to get some mechs who would come in to investigate the illness. The first order of business is that all personal would be quarantined until further notice. That's when the doctors will go into each individual room, and stay until they get an all clear.

At least three full days with a mech with a good touch all to himself. Yeah, they all already know that he's going to come out with another file in his folder.

A knock on the door, his doctor, his target. "Please stand stand back while I setup the sanitation ionization." That voice... "Good. I will now enter your room." The lock blinks three times red, turns green as the door opens and in comes in his doctor.

His doctor, that damn space bridge engineer. With a soft grey faceplate, a darker Chevron amongst pearlescent plating. If only he had his golden aura, then Deadlock would truly be in the well.

"Well, well." Deadlock moves to hover over him. "Surprise to see you here, doc." The mech flinches, guess he doesn't like being reminded that he isn't under the board. "Didn't imagine that they would manage to get someone like you to help us lowlifes."

"Don't say that." Ooo he's got a fire in him. "All bots deserve help." He leads Deadlock to the berth, guiding down with more than a suggestion than force. "Alright." he pulls out a medical scanner. It usually something you would notice, not until someone points it out. "Scans are coming out good." He rattles the thing as if it would suddenly change the results.

Deadlock gives him a smug look. Yeah he's done his best to make sure the mech's hard work wasn't undone. It wasn't for praise, since he didn't know if they would ever meet up again. If he was being completely honest, the idea of him being the last mech to touch him deeply sits well with him. "So green across the board, doc?"

"Hum. I wouldn't say that." He digs two finger into the swivel underneath his chassis. Fuck did that hurt, he tries to hold the cleanser back. "You have a deep cut here. Your suspensions are shot and the serpentine belt are five turns from snapping."

There's a small smile hiding underneath all that professionalism, one that Deadlock is more than happy to pull out. The mech then grabs his faceplate, forcing Deadlock to look at him and forcing his mouth open. He literal takes the words out of his mouth as he pops open and uses his flashlight. "You also have a chipped fang and your energon filter is almost full." He gets his fingers out of his mouth.

"I thought you said I was doing good." Deadlock lips are still pursued, like he was waiting for a kiss. Ratchet then pulls him back down and closes his mouth. He still has that small hidden smile, he was enjoying himself.

"In terms of the virus going around, you had no contact. And considering what you Decepticons do, only having one major injury, I say you're doing well for yourself." He makes notes on the scanner, angling it so Deadlock could have a better look. "Anything else you'd like to bring up? Sometimes diagnosis can't really get everything." He has his finger hovering over the save button.

"Yeah..." he moves closer. "See I have this thing on my lip." He gives him space to let him look at him. Deadlock returns the smug smile. "The only way to cure it is if you give it a kiss." He makes obnoxious kissing sounds, he probably would have chase the mech down but the gentle caress on chest stops him.

"Well I'll look into that too." The mech walks back to the entrance. "But first lets get all of these kinks in order." He stands by the door, not doing anything. Was he getting his bearing or did Deadlock come on to strong? "By the way." He looks back at him, and damn if that full smile didn't look good on him. "You should take this time to learn some manners and try asking for a date first, okay."

"How about your name?", and he walked out.

---

"Oww." Deadlock whines as the mech pulls out the stray bullet that was logged underneath his armor is being yanked out. It is a good thing that the quarantine shields also block out sounds. Because the last thing he wants the team hearing cry about some little wound. Well it was more because that little wound was his fault.

"I put in five pain numbing chips." The mech uses his right hand to hold him in place. "Sorry, none of your files mentioned that you burn through them this quickly." He unspools more of the cords from the side of his body. Yikes he's pretty sure those aren't supposed to be out like this. "Okay I got it."

If he cried like a new spark, no he didn't. The mech starts to wipe down the cables he pulled out. His touch is still gentle... "So..." he looks down, wanting to see him work again. "What's my status?"

"Well I got the bullet out, though it is strange that it is a metal one..." it is true, sliver metal is expensive to get, and even more to use. However it has a better chance of slowing down a mech on the run, as normal energon shots instantly cauterize the wound. The down side is that they need a lot of training for proper care. One that Deadlock didn't have at the time he fired it. "But I don't want to start the other surgeries just yet. You still have to flush out the pain chips before I can use the blockers."

"Ohhh..." he feels heat growing up in his faceplate. Should he ask for the doctor's name? Or maybe he should ask about how the operation of his fang will go? He should at least say something and not lay here mute.

"Unfortunately I don't have any with me right now. So after this I'll have to go outside." He gives the joints that bend his leg a shake, like some kind of youngling. "That will give you at least more time to get some manners."

He gives him a scoff, "Says the mech who has his arms three meters deep in my internals." Then a yelp escapes his lips as said mech tugs a cord a little too hard. "Hey if I have to get manners, then you have to get better bedside manners."

"Excuse me?" Oh that fire in his eyes is back. The mech doesn't mess with his frame again, no he just keeps plugging cords back into their connectors. This time he gives them a nice rub.

"I'm just saying that it wouldn't hurt you to be a little sweeter to ya patients."

"Yeah." He finish putting everything back in his body. He pulls a bigger surprise by patching the wound and giving the still cooling metal a kiss. It was more of a ghost kiss than anything else. "Is this what you want? Me kissing your boo boos and rubbing your head like a good little mech."

"It would be a start." Deadlock takes the other bot's hand and moves them to his lips.

"Too bad." Before he could kiss them, they're snatched out of his grip. "Now I have to get those blockers. So just stay there and don't get up." The mech gets up and goes for the door.

"Wait." Deadlock knows he'll be back, but he has to get this off his chest. "How about I show you how nice I can be? Say over a nice dinner, my treat."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, once all of this is over. Just look for me and I'll take you somewhere fancy."

"Well..." sweet Primus he's considering it. "I don't really date my patients."

"Good thing once this is over I won't be."

"And I don't even know your name."

"Deadlock. The name is Deadlock."

The mech scans the door and stands for the sanitation system to clear him. He turns to walk away, and he almost leaves without an answer.

"Ratchet."

---

After all the noise that was the virus running around the base, Deadlock finally gets to leave his damn room. More importantly he gets to go on that date he promised to Ratchet.

Buffing his armor and waxing his face. He wants to be extra tempting tonight, because despite his plan to berth the mech. Deadlock didn't make that happen, so better to have insurance.

He makes his way towards a high end bar in the middle of Praxis. As one of the few cities still completely neutral, it allows him to spoil Ratchet. That and the owner still owes him from saving his business, so he gets unrestricted access to one of the private rooms.

"I must admit." Ratchet comes from the corner of the street, looking up and examining the building. Neon lights bounce off his frame. "This is a pretty swanky place." When he's satisfied with where they would go to, he turns around giving Deadlock a smile.

"Well if it isn't Ratchet?" Before either of them could say another one to each other another mech comes in. He isn't much to look at, and Deadlock certainly isn't threatened. However, he sees that his date is tense and that doesn't sit well with him. "I'm surprised you can afford to go to a place like this."

"I can't." Ratchet wraps himself in Deadlock's embrace as if he could physically block him. For his part the con deepens the hug, flaring his plating to imitate the newcomer. "My date here is the one treated me."

The mech gives a hard look, evaluating if Deadlock could actually afford it or not. "Somehow I don't believe you..." Okay, this asshole is going to-

"That doesn't matter." Ratchet tries to lead them to the building, but he doesn't let him. Deadlock isn't going to let that mech talk to Ratchet like that. "That's the truth."

There's a sinister smile that passes through that mech's face. "Oh yeah." Then he moves to enter the club. "Then maybe you can convince him to pay for my drinks too." He laughs away or he could. Until he reaches to the bouncer and looks back. "By the way Ratchet." He waits for his full undivided attention. "That's going to be another 100, since you clearly can afford it."

As the mech is allowed to go in, Ratchet just shuts down. Deadlock realise that when he guids him to the pent lounge and sits him down at the seat that hits the corner. "No..." Ratchet says in nothing but a whisper. "I was so close."

"Hey." He won't let that mech ruin this date or let him get one over Ratchet. "What was all that about?" Deadlock is firm, he needs Ratchet to know that through thick and thin he wants to be here.

"Nothing... it's nothing."

"Try again." He slams his hand on the table, scarring away the minicon that was assigned as their waiter. Ratchet is still passive, nothing like that sassy mech he was stuck with for five days. "C'mon Ratchet. I want to be able to help."

"Oilslick." He doesn't change much but having a name is something he can work with. "I don't know how much you know about how sponsors work." Ratchet shifts his position to put his hands on the table to rub them and soothe himself. Deadlock puts one hand to join him. "But when you join the academy, they pay for your tuition. They do that to encourage more bots to join in. However it gets quite expensive." Ratchet shifts his hold to put his hands in between his, and darn if it didn't feel good. "To mitigate the cost, they sell the debt to places that will hire mechs. So not too strange to see mechs get stuck in as servants to the places they work. Most of the times the intrest rates are outrageous to make sure talents stay in one place."

"And he bought yours."

Ratchet nods but still doesn't look at him. "He got me at a discount." Deadlock does his best to keep his rage in line. "It's hard to get work when you have a record for malpractice."

He supposes that Ratchet thinks that this would shock him, and when he found out it did. How could any engineers have a touch like his, but he figured that not being a doctor would get you flagged by the Senate. "So he lords that record over you?"

"Yeah... calls me a financial lost. So he charges what he thinks I should have been making for him." He's starting to cry. "I was finally so close to pay it off. Just one more job I would have had the money. I could have gotten out of there."

Deadlock can't stand this. He was never good at being comforting, but for Ratchet- "There, there." He forces him into his embrace, letting him hide his shame between his frame. "It's going to be okay. We'll find a way to get you out."

"Huh?" Ratchet looks up as if he misunderstood what he said.

"I know this is our first date, but I need you to know I'm going to help you through this. Even if this thing between us doesn't work out. I want you to know that I will get you out of this." Ratchet field is erratic, he's scared to trust him. "You saved my life." He moves to pet his head. "Let me pay it forward."

It's a tall ask. To hand over years of gear and worry. To take the thing his worked the hardest at and to let go. However, if Deadlock can do this, why shouldn't he. If getting Ratchet to a promise land for a small fee. Then yeah it would be worth it.

What he failed to think about is how much the travel to reach there would take.

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For Day 1 of Dritchet Week 2022: Hungry and Pain

||(Day 2)||(Day 3)||(Last Day)

Siege Ratchlock. After two bots beat the hell out of Drift he meets a kind mech with a kond touch. A touch that will leave him with a hunger he can't fill.

The Dead End, damp, cold, unyielding and cruel to all of it's citizens. Old bots or new, here not even the light of the sun would give it's people hope.

Drift was a straggler, whatever whites he had were long soild. The aches, damage, pain on his frame have long pass the point of background static. Walking with no direction, walking because it made time move forward faster. Because it was harder than to let his thoughts take over.

"Like that one." An enforcer voice clip rang in Drift's microphone. "You there, we're investigating this rumor and would like your cooperation." They speed up to catch up to him.

Drift keeps walking, he stop caring a long time ago about bots trying to talk to him. "There's talk of a medic running an unauthorized medical center here in Dead End. Have you any information?"

"No." Primus, what kind of idiot would build a hospital here. They're just going to get their supplies stolen. That's not including whatever gang leader plan for them.

"Maybe we ought to smoke him out." The other bot following him to his left said. "Obviously these low lifes ain't gonna to tells us where their biggest hit will come from."

They push Drift to the ground, one of the microphones in his finals blew out. The metal crack in half, and one of the enforcers bent in his armor inwards. The exhaust goes up his throat, the fine grounded energon leave his mouth full of grit. The bands on in his engine snap, and it starts to click as the first warning of his system about to dying.

-----

There was a touch...

It was gentle, kind, coaxing him to wake up. Then a soft light enters his vision, too blurry to figure out where he is. Nothing really but a nice cyan blue against a faint gold aura. Drift didn't want to get up. You think being dead wouldn't hurt this much. Or even that you get to sleep in more but no, guess the universe doesn't work like that.

"Come on...", a voice came from the left side of his frame spoke. It too was soft, even though the it was on the lower register. "I know it hurts but please wake up." Melodic, cooing at his mic, making the fins flutter. However, it also carried a sorrow to it. As if it already knows that Drift has past away.

That soft touch turns into a gentle caress. It first pinches his dulled claws, then it moves to hold his hand. It feels so good that when it tries to move away Drift tightens around the retreating hand and pulls them closer. "Not yet..." Drift couldn't recognize his own voice. There was too much static, flipping through to many different stations to try to sound coherent. "Just a few more seconds..." he tries to plead with the kind touch.

Drift is not too sure about how he wakes up. All he sees is that bright cyan turn into a handsome face with the most divine smile. He can feel his intake start to go dry, and a hunger he's never known form. The way the other mech's field intermingled with his, relief joy and pride. It was all so beautiful and that's when he knows that he could never be full again, not without that wonderful field around him.

He finally opens his eyes and really looks back at the mech. "Oh thank Goodness." The mostly white bot squeezes their hands. "Your alright." His grey faceplate stopped worrying showing his true beauty.

"Yeah... I guess I am." How could either of them know that Ratchet would doom him completely.

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