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-End of the World Scenario-

-MTMTE x Human Reader-

• The bots are stuck on a world with no escape, the Lost Light is down, drained quantum engines have them stranded on a desolate planet right in the range of an oncoming dying sun going supernova any minute •

• Rodimus: To say the least, Rodimus was in an initial state of panic. Trying to get his crew to calm down, especially those with PTSD of Cybertron’s war days. However, things got worse. Some had chosen to.. offline themselves in the panicked state they were thrown to. Unable to comprehend the horrid end coming to them. Others had gone to drinking, which was most. The chaos was gone for the moment as the end neared. Swerve’s bar was full with drinks going around and Rodimus was trying to find you. Hoping that no one had killed you amongst the panic or you had done something drastic. He found you outside, on the roof of the ship where it was a common place for bots to go stargazing. You had enjoyed it there as well, he should have known you had come here. The atmosphere was hot, but not hot enough to where you would be sweating. The fiery captain would sit beside you as your empty eyes stared out to the oncoming disaster. “You know,” You began. “I never imagined it would come to an end like this.” There was a flash from afar, signaling there wasn’t much time left. “But I’m glad I got to spend these last few minutes with who I love. With all the stuff we’ve been through together.. the happy times, sad times, everything. It’s all come down to this.” Rodimus showed concern in his optics, he may be pretty heat resistant himself, but the blast of a supernova was too much for even himself. Not even their beloved ship would probably make it. Brainstorm and Perceptor had tried to do what they could with their science, but there wasn’t enough time to come up with anything solid. “Y/N, I wish it didn’t have to end like this. I wish we had more time to enjoy each other’s company.” He said quietly. His usual happy attitude was gone, replaced with remorse. Rodimus blamed himself, he had chosen to come here and now had the energon and blood of everyone on board on his servos. It was his fault, a constant failure. That was his processor currently, but he had to stay strong for now. For you. You climbed into his lap, which he would respond with cradling his arms around you in a tight embrace, not tight enough to hurt you but enough to limit your movement. “I love you, you know that, right?” He whispered, tears forming in his optics with the impeding doom about to hit. The temperature was only increasing around them, and he could feel it. His cooling fans would do nothing, not even click on since he knew it’d be useless. “How could I forget?”

•Ratchet: The medbay was a little full with the bots that had offlined themselves as their situation had weighed down on them. There was nothing he could do to help them, but their frames had been moved there so wherever they had been, they wouldn’t be disturbed. Currently you were with Ratchet, watching him place the last one down in a comfortable position. Their servos placed over their midsection, folded over each other. So peaceful yet.. so disturbing to see. You were used to the chaos of the medbay by now but this seemed to take a toll on you. The sudden death that lingered in the halls and in the hot air. Ratchet looked up to see you staring at the last bot he had placed down. He moved to your side and gently tapped the bottom of your chin to look up at him, pulling you from your emotionless trance. A gentle distraction. “Y/N, don’t focus on them right now. They chose this.” He said lowly. Right now he lacked the strength to call them cowards and anything of the sort for ending their lives so soon. Then again, it was harsh to say that. He understood their panicked state and impulse to do this. It reminded them of their last days of Cybertron and the horrid war that plagued them. You saw Ratchet’s grim face and nodded gently. Tears were at the edge of your eyes as he outstretched his hand, to which you climbed on. The old medic picked you up ever so gently and held you close to his chassis with both his servos, as if shielding you from the heat, to no avail. Even inside the Lost Light, it was getting hot. Ever so slowly. He brought you to his habsuite, letting you step down onto his berth as he sat on the edge of it. He knew there was no escape from this. Unless they could get under the earth, deep into its crust to avoid the heat. There just wasn’t enough time. “I’m sorry.” The medic said, his optics dimmed slightly. “This shouldn’t have happened. I could have.. done something differently. Anything.” Your eyes scanned over his beat frame, exhausted and his mental state crashing down on him. “Ratchet, we can’t do anything to fix this. I’m just-“ You stopped a moment, feeling a cool tear running down your flushed cheeks. “I’m glad that we spent this time together, every second of it.” Your words calmed him ever so slightly, of which he responded by gently wiping a tear from your face. He could tell your body was slowly exhausting itself as you didn’t have the luxury of cooling fans like his kind did. “I am too.”

• Megatron: “After all these years of war, this is how our lives end. From a supernova. How grand.” Megatron’s voice was low as he stared straight into the light of their demise. The both of you were sat in the command center of the Lost Light, watching the red sky turn lighter and lighter. After several attempts of trying to get the systems back online, it failed. He thought maybe he could try one last attempt to redeem himself and save his crew. However, he should have known his bad luck strike was still ongoing. “Really going out with a bang here.” You said, your voice scratchy after yelling in fear earlier. A crazed bot had tried to kill you, blaster forced into your body to crush you into the ground. But before they could fire, Megatron had thrown him off you. And before he could properly deal with them, they offlined themselves. So he brought you here, after helping you bandage yourself. Even though you denied the offer. Megatron insisted to keep you comfortable, no matter how ‘useless’ it seemed. He didn’t care if it was a waste. The two of you were huddled together on a chair, you sat on his shoulder while the two of you watched out the window. “Y/N, I must apologize for my behavior when we first met. For a clear conscience.” The grey warlord said, his voice lowered. “I was rude and my actions towards you were uncalled for. Being so cold and irrational in any given situation. But now I understand what Prime meant all this time. All life should be treated as equals. No matter how different we may be.” He said, turning his stoic face to you. Having no need to hide his emotion behind a mask. Even though his expression seemed the same as always. “Thanks for apologizing at least, its a great time to let out all those hidden emotions. Clear consciences in a time like this is good.” You said in response, gently tracing a seam in his thick armor. He seemed to grin to himself, making an amused huff. “You know, I haven’t shared all my poetry with you. I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you now.”

Let me know if I should continue this scenario with more bots! Sorry for the sadness qwq

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This scene has been in my head all day, so I had to do it. I apologize in advance.

Edit//: Why do you guys like this so much it’s so dumb lmao

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Replacement - Danse X Reader [Chapter 2]

The synth imposter was dead. Danse had sustained an injury to his shoulder from a well aimed shot from the synth, but that wasn’t of his concern right now. Finding Sole was his top priority, and he had a feeling he knew where to start looking. He was aware of Sole and their expanse of friends throughout the Commonwealth. But he wasn’t sure that he wanted to visit almost every settlement in the area and ask traders what they knew about Sole. That would be an utter waste of time.

Diamond City had changed quite a bit since he had last come here. The Brotherhood had made themselves quite comfortable in the old, worn stadium. He wore his power armor just since he was in the presence of the Brotherhood and that he was now travelling the Commonwealth alone, without a second gun at his side. Damn it. He hated the idea that he had. But it was better than going to a retired Gunner or a chem addicted ghoul. Not to mention he wasn’t going to travel with a Mr. Handy that constantly insisted on speaking of Sole’s old life. No matter how many times he had heard it. Not that he minded their story of the old Commonwealth, but it was just bothersome to him.

Danse looked up at the luminescent sign in front of him that flickered slightly. The red light shone against his armor and he sighed, preparing himself for this situation. ‘Valentine’s Detective Agency’ was read above him and he hated this idea. Over and over again he was tempted to just leave and go himself to search for Sole. But as far as he knew, Sole had spent the most time with Valentine and the synth didn’t really have an agenda to shoot him in the back. Even though they were on oposing sides. They had a common goal, hopefully. The Paladin walked inside the small room and did a quick glance around the room to just make himself aware of everything there in case he had to defend himself.

“Sorry, dont think I have an appointment with the Brotherhood today.” Came a voice from behind him. Danse turned and saw the synth make his presence known, a loose cigarette hanging from his mouth and a glint coming from his metallic hand. Not that it wasn’t obvious that he wasn’t human.

“Came here on urgent business, and I was quite sure that you’d deny an appointment anyways.” Paladin Danse said as a dry joke. Nick looked calm and composed, not bothered by his presence. “And I’m sure you know why I’m here. For Sole.”

“If you think Sole’s hiding out here, you’d be mistaken. Not that I want you sniffing around my place.” Nick made his way around Danse’s thick armor and to the other side of the desk so he’d sit down. Not making any indication that he’d grab his pipe pistol and put an end to Danse’s visit. “I know they’re missing. And I’ve been tracking them down as far as I can.” He removed the cigarette from his mouth and tapping the ashen end into the nearby ashtray. It looked like it had just been emptied and was surrounded by two more packs and a gold plated flip lighter. “Now listen, I know you and Sole are friends. And we’re also great friends, and for the greater good, as much as I dislike it, you and I are gonna have to work together.”

Danse was rather surprised by how to the point Valentine was, knowing what to say in a calm demeanor and not make Danse agitated. “At least we see eye to.. eye.” He hesitated to say that since it was more like eye to optic. “And you were the best choice for this between the choice of traders, ghouls and untrustworhty patrons.”

“Codsworth not to your liking?”

“You probably wouldn’t travel with him either.”

“Fair enough.”

The two looked at each other for a solid few moments, as of like a test one last time to see if there’d be a final moment where they’d pull a gun. Nick snuffed out his cigarette and sighed, dusting off his trench coat and standing up.

“Alright. Lets get going.”

[ Link to Chapter 1: https://lyras-toast.tumblr.com/post/190841496513/replacement-sole-x-danse-chapter-1 ]

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I’m trying to clear out my tf folder so,, here’s a small collection of the dratchet moments that make me the most emotional?? bonus:

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My first attempt at pixel art!

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I spent so much time on this with shading and the everything. I really loved how this turned out and this is a gift for some friends of mine. I hope they both enjoy it as much as I do! @zen-drift @artsy-archangel

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Replacement - Sole X Danse [Chapter 1]

The Commonwealth was plagued by fear. Synths taking people’s places and controlling their lives from the shadow. Just that alone was enough to strike fear in the hearts of survivors. Not even mentioning the other monstrosities lurking around. Once, they had taken on an Alpha Deathclaw that had been horribly radiated. The thing was brutal, but Sole and Danse had luckily been in their power armor. Even when they had killed it, Sole suffered a concussion when it threw them and received more than enough bruises. Fixing the dents in their power armor took almost a week to repair. Danse had been lucky to not receive as much damage as they had during the scuffle.

After that battle though, Danse saw the eager light in Sole’s eyes. The light that they wanted so desperately for the Commonwealth to return to it’s former glory. But deep down, Danse knew that they knew it would never happen. Never.

Now, Danse was sitting comfortably in a chair at the Red Rocket Gas Station. Plagued and taunted by the memories of Sanctuary, Sole had decided to make their main home at the Gas Station. It was comfortable. Not too out in the open and not too big for the two of them. Even if visitors came to stay, they had more than one room available. Sole was just returning from their hike into Concord just to check that no raiders had put up camp there. Danse had heard their story from when they had first awoken and travelled to Concord. The chimes outside the gas station alerted Paladin Danse to their arrival and he sat up straight, not putting on his power armor. This place had more than enough defences set up, and Sole had more than enough charisma to coax him out of his armor.

“Danse! No trouble here I hope?” Sole asked, setting down their leather backpack full of whatever they had managed to find in Concord. Danse met them halfway and kept his back straight. Years of military training just made him do these things automatically.

“None at all. Not even a single eyebot today.”

“Really? That’s rather surprising.” Sole walked up to Danse and grinned, glad to see the Paladin again. And not in the heat of battle. Instead of continuing the conversation further, they picked up their bag and headed inside. Danse turned to watch Sole disapear inside the station and leave him standing there. Ever since they had returned from their mission to Covenant, Sole had been quieter. Perhaps because of the strange synth problem there or maybe from how it reminded them of how the Commonwealth used to be. Danse wasn’t sure on how life had been before the bombs dropped and he wasn’t going to act like he did.

Following Sole inside, he placed his hands against the edge of the front counter. Sole was on the other side, rearranging their gathered supplies. “Sole, we need to talk.” Danse said, staring right at Sole as they stopped what they were doing and seemed to freeze.

“Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?” Sole asked, tilting their head slightly.

Danse had a suspicion he had been constantly thinking about for quite a while now. Now it was quite ‘out there’ to think about, but it was still a possibility. Sole had gone into the Institute alone around a month ago and had been working to gain their trust. But for the first few days, Sole had been radio silent. Perhaps it was extra precaution, seeing if they could actually be trusted. Regardless, Danse had stayed at the Boston Airport, awaiting their return. Everything seemed fine at first, but Danse just couldn’t shake the thought. One crucial detail had been missing from Sole. And that was the golden ring upon their ring finger. It was missing.

He knew quite well what had happened to Sole’s spouse. Dead at the barrel end of Kellogg’s pistol while trying to protect their child. And to keep them determined, Sole kept that wedding ring as a reminder. So why now was it gone?

“After you returned from the Institute, things have been different. And I know it’s not me. Is there something you aren’t telling me, soldier?” Danse asked, his gaze burning against Sole’s.

“What do you mean? I went into the Institute to find Shaun, became part of their ranks and returned. That’s all there is to it.” Sole defended themself. Just the tone and the slight faulter to attempt and defend themself was a reason Danse grew more suspicious. Sole always knew what they were doing, except for when Kellogg had been killed. There was obvious grief to that Danse did not want to pester them with answering to.

“You haven’t shared much with the Brotherhood or me for the matter on anything else. No detail of what it was like down there. What the molecular relay felt like, anything locial to be included in a report when you were missing for days. Did you find Shaun?” To others, it may be pushing boundries. However, Danse wanted to know what the hell was going on. Personal boundries weren’t exactly a fine line in the Brotherhood.

“No. I didn’t find Shaun and that’s why I didn’t share it with you.”

“Then why aren’t you even looking anymore? You were so determined to find him and now you’re just scavenging like a damn mole rat!” Danse snapped, hunching over the counter as Sole dropped the Abbraxo Cleaner they had been holding. Sole had no response to that, clearly he had hit a nerve. But his suspicion from before still angered him and drove him to continue. “You are quite aware on how synths can replace anyone in the Commonwealth. And when you came back from the Institute, I began to ponder. Why not replace you?”

Deadly silence befell the two as Danse stared blankly at Sole.. or this Synth imposter. He knew it. Hiding anything from the Brotherhood was never easy. And in an instant, the box in Sole’s hand fell and it was quickly replaced with that of an Institute pistol.

Just as he suspected.

[ Link to Chapter 2: https://lyras-toast.tumblr.com/post/633353600065798144/replacement-danse-x-reader ]

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Roll out, bois. We fightin’ Decepticons at dawn

We did it guys, Optimus Prime is trending on twitter!

Basically this post caught on with many users:

And looks like most users chose our mans over cap 👀

So hey, congrats to our robot dad!

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A fake TFA screenshot because why not? This is a gift to the dear @artsy-archangel ! I do not own TFA or Archangel, only drawing the picture above. More fake screenshots to come!

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Drift x Ratchet

((Some cute fluff between the two bots before the thingy happens because spoilers

It had been a long cycle, to say the least. Ratchet had finally returned to his habsuits aboard the Lost Light after Rung had told him to rest. His joints were in a lot of pain, even though he refused to show it. His servos constantly froze up and his limbs ached with a burning fire. Though he still remained as grumpy as ever. With a select few noticing his worsening condition, Drift had been sure to keep an optic on the mech. Drift knew that Ratchet was going through these pains, even if words were never exchanged about it. Ratchet probably wouldn’t admit it anyways unless he was in a critical state and needed someone else to operate on him.

The two mechs were sharing a single berth and indulging in one another’s presence quietly. The room lit up with salt crystal lamps which made it into a relaxing atmosphere. Drift had colected plenty of ores to help the negative energy aboard the ship, but most were placed in his and Ratchet’s habsuite. Others had been given as gifts to other bots to rid anything negative. Whirl had used an amethyst to ward off his own negative energy, also commonly named; Ultra Magnus.

Ratchet adjusted himself upon the berth which made Drift perk up. He could almost hear the pain in Ratchet’s shoulders. “Ratchet,” Drift started. The old mech shot him a look.

“No, we aren’t going there.”

Drift went quiet for a moment before speaking up again. “The least I could do is try and relieve it with a human technique? I watched a human doctor try it on one of their paitents and it ‘worked miracles’.” Drift said. He meant a massage, though he wasn’t sure if it would work due to the different anatomy of the two races. He’d figure it out eventually.

Ratchet opened his optics and looked at Drift with a raised optic ridge in question. He knew Drift was very observant and doubted he would make a mistake, but the anatomy question still irked him. No matter what it was, it definitely wouldn’t have the same effects. Instead of starting an argument, Ratchet simply huffed and let Drift free from his embrace. This made the former Decepticon grin in triumph as he got up and eagerly began to use his servos to try his best and massage the older mech’s shoulders, right where his plating met his protoform.

Once he started, Ratchet winced for a moment before he melted into Drift’s digits. The circling movement against his protoform actually.. felt nice. The tension in his cables and circuits depressurized and relaxed. Something he hadn’t felt for a very long time. Ratchet let a gruff sound escape from his dentas as Drift continued his treatment. His grunt was obviously in pleasure, but not in a lewd sense. Drift didn’t want that right now, he just wanted to ease the joint pain. Working his digits in a different way, he continued to release the stress from Ratchet’s spinal strut and shoulders. It felt very nice to the old mech, well, at least he wasn’t complaining or rolling his optics in annoyance. Not that he would do that to Drift anyways.

Hearing Ratchet relax and feeling him relax was only praise and motivation for Drift to continue the treatment. Some human techniques were actually useful. Drift would think to himself as he smiled.

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Trapped (X Reader)

(I was watching the Shadowzone episode of Transformers Prime and I couldn’t help but think of how other bots would react to their s/o being trapped in the Shadowzone and trying to find them and such. But this is a little different cause of ground bridges not really being a thing in other universes. So basically the quantum engines had a malfunction and you got sent to the Shadowzone. Can’t think of much logic, just the scenarios. If you’d like more characters added onto this, feel free to send me a message!)

Rodimus: He was holding your servo in hand while the Lost Light randomly went into a quantum jump. No one had expected it so sudden or for it to happen. The next thing he knew, you were gone. He panicked for a moment before venting. “Haha very funny. Good joke.” He would say in annoyance, but you never answered. You had been sent to the Shadowzone, a place where you were basically a ghost. Unable to interact with anything, just being yourself. You tried to touch him and tell him you were okay, but your servo went right through him. Seeing as you hadn’t responded, Rodimus really started to panic. While others were trying to figure out what was wrong with the engines, Rodimus was looking everywhere. He actually runs out of the room to look for you. Did somebody kidnap you? He tried to find Ratchet but he’s gone as well. Several bots were gone, just vanished. Once Brainstorm had figured out what happened, whoever was left went right to trying to get all of you back. You stayed right by Rodimus, he was really hurt and very fidgedty and uncomfortable. But once you got back, he ran to you and hugged you tight, crushing you unintentionally. He doesn’t let you out of his sight, and when he can’t find you, he tends to panic a bit.

Drift: Having the ship randomly quantum jump was more than surprising. After he found out what had happened, he went to go search for you. He would have run into you in the hallways if you weren’t in the Shadowzone. When he ran right through you, you gasped and felt wrong. Like your spark had just been ripped right out but you were still alive. But you fought through it and followed Drift, trying to call to him in a panic. Drift showed old signs of being Deadlock when he came across signs of a struggle in your habsuite and just about strangled the nearest mech that looked suspicious. Ratchet had to pull him away and calm him down before they got down to buisness. Drift was in a consistent state of panic until you returned. He was sure it was you and you were back, but he approached you hesitantly before holding you close and cupping the side of your faceplate with his servo.

Megatron: You were helping Megatron with one of his lines of poetry when the ship quantum jumped. The pressure of your frame leaning against his shoulder suddenly vanished and he seemed to know you had just dissolved into thin air. He panicked just for a moment, but he collected himself and went to the bridge to figure out what had happened. His walking was different as well as his posture, even the way he rested his servos was different. Being in a relationship with him meant you were very good at reading body language. His voice stammered only for a moment when he was talking to himself. Megatron was very irritable, more than usual, while you were gone. He didn’t know if you were still alive, but he still talked as if you were with him. Once you were back, he kept himself calm until you two were alone. He vented to you, unsure if he could go on without you.

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Procrastinating on work as a TF fan be like:

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Affection (Megatron x Reader)

((Request 👌

Megatron wasn’t really into the whole physical affection thing, you knew that all too well, as did anyone else. And if they didn’t know, they soon would. Your relationship with the warlord was slow, which was fine since he had to recover from his sins. It was understandable and you moved at his pace, even if you were eager in a way to push things, but you never did. As of now, the two of you were on a little ‘date’ (if you dared publically call it that) in Swerve’s bar. By now the rest of the crew on the Lost Light had grown accustomed to Megatron’s presence, though some still treated him with scorn and hatred for his crimes. In a way, being on the Lost Light was his punishment.

The two of you had barely touched your drinks in front of you. The rest of the bar was lively with whatever the other bots were doing, and to be honest; you didn’t really care what they were doing. You could always tell Megatron’s mood from his body language. It was discrete and small but you always noticed it. Something was on his mind, something was bothering him and you just had to know.

“You’ve barely had any of your energon. Do you want me to get you something else?” You asked with a quiet tone. From bots that had jumped at every small weakness Megatron showed, you had learned to keep your voice down when talking to him in a friendly way involving his inner feelings. Primus help you if anyone found out about his poetry.

“No, no, Y/N. I don’t need anything.” Megatron responded while perking up slightly once you spoke. It seemed like

“Then tell me what’s wrong.” You said with a soft plea in your optics. He was unable to resist you, something he was glad you didn’t take advantage of.

Megatron vented softly and glanced at his drink for a moment. He would not drink to forget but only to relax. It was his own way of coping, at least he wasn’t addicted to it. “The aftermath of this journey is clouding my thoughts recently. If I am not redeemed by the end, what will become of us?” His voice was low and almost sounded wounded and full of defeat. You looked up at him and noticed his change in posture, he was doubtful of his success in this journey. Though everyone was to be honest.

You reached your servo across the table and laid it across his. This action made him straighten with surprise.

“Listen, Megs, I have faith in you. Not even the whole of Cybertron could keep us apart.”

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Rescued From the DJD

((Still sick boiss 👌 - Characters: Rodimus, Drift, Whirl

Rodimus: Life had gone by slowly on the Lost Light without your presence. The DJD had captured you and Rodimus was in a fiery rage (quite literally). His mood had gone sour and all he was concerned about was going to find you. But once you were back on the ship with a horribly beaten frame, he just wouldn’t leave your side. He felt that he needed to be there for you since he hadn’t been there before. Ratchet eventually had to throw him out of the medibay (with the help of Ultra Magnus and Drift) so he could work in peace. Though Rodimus kept shaming himself. He was the captain, this shouldn’t have happened to anyone, nonetheless you. Especially you. No one should even look at you the wrong way. Ratchet called him in once you were in stable condition and he was basically glued to your side until you woke up in a panicked frenzy. To calm you down, Rodimus put both of his servos upon your shoulders to hold you still and he whispered to you. “Hey, hey, hey.. I’m here. You’re safe. Everything’s alright.”

Drift: He had left you for three minutes; and thats all it took for him to loose you to the DJD. They were smart, the best way to hurt him was the hurt the one he cared most about. And he hated that. No amount of meditation could calm him down, all he could do was stare out the ship’s windows and wait for them to arrive and take you back. Once you were back in his arms, the DJD had made you into quite the mess with several markings of the Decepticon emblem painted on your broken frame. This enraged Drift, luckily Rodimus was there to remind him to stay calm. They had you back now. And thats what was important. Drift didn’t cause a fuss while Ratchet was caring over you so he wasn’t kicked out. Rung offered to give him a session, but Drift refused and went into his own session of isolation. When you awoke in panic, Drift was by your side immediately and holding you tight. He keeps repeating that he’s sorry for failig you.

Whirl: It was his idea to set of the explosions first. Magnus told him no. But he did it anyways. It was also his idea to punch Tarn in the face. Magnus told him to go for it. Seeing your broken frame made his spark turn with anger. Whirl insisted again and again to be the one to carry you, and of course Magnus told him no. They needed to be delicate to not hurt you more than you already were. On the way out, Whirl kicked Tarn in the face in anger that he wasn’t allowed to carry you out. When everyone was back on the ship, Whirl stayed outside the medibay. He didn’t want to see you get picked apart and put back together. That wasn’t his favorite sight to see, especially from his sparkmate. As soon as you were in stable condition, Ratchet called for him but he still didn’t come in. He felt guilty that the DJD had gotten to you. He felt guilty that he hadn’t beaten them up a little bit more than he should have. It wasn’t until he heard you scream did he burst into the medibay with guns drawn and ready to fire at anyone who didn’t belong there. Ratchet scolded him for this but he was ignored and the mech went straight to you to comfort you. He needed to be there for you now since he wasn’t there before.

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Injured (Rodimus x Reader)

Rodimus held your weak frame in his servos as his own frame seemed to shake. “What the hell were you thinking?” Rodimus demanded with his voice faltering for a moment. Through all the pain in your frame, you couldn’t help but flash him a small smile as energon dripped down your lip.

“I’d do it again in a sparkbeat..” Your frame tightened up as another spasm of pain racked through your circuits and faded. These spasms came in waves with hot electricity. Rodimus had his back turned to a con on the battle field and he didn’t know what was happening. But you did. And you weren’t going to let him get taken down so easily. As soon as your frame fell and Rodimus noticed you, Drift, Ultra Magnus and Skids had rushed in to cover the two of you until help arrived. But they weren’t sure how long that would take.

Rodimus buried his helm in your chest and you could feel his sadness. Unfortunately you didn’t know the severity of your wounds yet, only knowing that it hurt like hell. But he was worth it. Oh, he was so worth it. Static reached your audial receptors as a transmission tried to reach the small team from the Lost Light. Whoever was on the ship was probably trying to find out what happened, but everyone could see the ship incoming for a landing to aid with the defense. Another spasm of pain rocked through your circuits and Rodimus tightened his grip around you, almost afraid that if he loosened his grip; you would just fade away.

“Don’t ever do that again..” Rodimus mumbled into your chassis. When the spasm faded, the smile from before had returned.

“I’d do anything for you..”