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in1-nutshell · 5 months

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I know your on a break from requests but I don’t want to forget this one, so I’m just gonna leave it here till your back to taking requests ☺️

The butts and cons reacting to An adult buddy who is an archeologist and actively studies and learns the cybertronian language and history. A buddy who is in charge of a team that travels around the world too study history. And she has studied the cybertronian language so much that she can read and write it, she can sort of speak it aswell.

I can’t stop thinking about this, especially because I love the idea of a certain archivist (Optimus) and archeologist/historian buddy having little knowledge sharing conversations…..possibly romance 😏

But you do you boo

Tried going for a pre romantic vibe for this one. Optimus deserves a friend to just be himself around. Introvert to introvert levels of friendship. Lets see how Buddy navigates their friendship with Prime.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy the archivist and who studies Cybertronian culture with Optimus Prime

SFW, slight romantic, platonic, Human reader

Buddy was an archivist that worked alongside Agent Fowler. They met while they worked as a former spy for the government that retired that life to pursue their passion.

They met the bots with him.

“Autobots. I’d like you to meet a friend of mine that will be working with you. This is former agent Buddy.”--Fowler

“Why bring us a former agent, Agent fowler?”--Ratchet

“Because ratchet, they are in charge of learning about your culture and in charge of helping you all learn about Earth’s culture.”--Fowler

“…Are they okay?”—Bulkhead

Buddy staring intently at Optimus’s frame.

“What do you—Buddy, Buddy no—”--Fowler

Buddy locking eyes with Optimus.

Optimus locking optics on Buddy.

Both-- Introvert radar on: Potential Friend spotted.

“Well good luck with that. See you all in 5.”--Fowler

“Wait what do you mean? Agent? Agent!”--Ratchet

It was Budy’s job to get to know the giant aliens more. They would be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy learning about the bots culture. They had gotten to know the members of the misfit team through the years. Sure, it did lead to some misadventures along the way, especially when the kids came along…

“Beeep? (Buddy, can I ask you a question?)”—Bumblebee

“Sure Bee! What’s your question?”—Buddy

“Beeep bep bop? (What does ‘babygirl’ mean? I heard Miko saying that to Jack.)--Bumblebee

“… Where’s Miko?”—Buddy

Despite this, they especially hit it off with Optimus.

Buddy seemed to have awaken Orion Pax from time to time with their thirst for knowledge.

Prime and Buddy by the screens looking at Iacon records.

“By the Primes…”--Ratchet

“What is it?”--Arcee

“I think I know why Agent Fowler said, ‘good luck’.”--Ratchet

“Why? They seem to be fine? What harm is that?”—Arcee

“Do you think it’s in section 3ab part 4 sub article 15?”—Buddy

“No, maybe in section 3.4 ab part 5 sub article 16?”—Optimus

“Oh, true maybe its—“--Buddy

“There’s two of them now.”--Ratchet

The Prime is more than happy to share his planet’s culture alongside the rest of the team. But those moments are usually reserved for the two of them.

It was their thing.

Soon enough the kids and June came into the picture.

Buddy wasn’t going to lie and say it was easy to explain their job to them. But the sight on their faces when they would go in depth about a certain topic was priceless. It was always nice to have someone interested in this line of work.

“You know you can ask Bulkhead about this stuff, right?”--Buddy

“That’s right you can ask me about stuff.”--Bulkhead

“Yeah but some of the stuff you weren’t there and Buddy is pretty much a walking wiki page on Cybertronian history.”--Miko

“I’m not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not? But thank?”--Buddy

“If you want history why don’t you ask Ratchet or Prime?”--Bulkhead

“I want a quick story not a university lecture.”--Miko

Now, did all this knowledge make them a bit bias about the war.

Yes, yes it did.

But Buddy wasn’t blind in the way stories go.

They secretly want the Cons input on the war and their beliefs. They have lost count of the number of times they have stood up for the bots against other humans.

The worst one came from June after she tried to take the kids away from the base and blaming the bots for letting them get hurt on their watch.

“June stop that right now!”--Buddy

“Why! They let the kids get hurt on their watch!”--June

“I understand your concern but let them off the hook a little okay!? They don’t have optics in the back of their helms you know!”--Buddy

“They still—”--June

“We are at war June! Whether you want to open your eyes to it or not! People are going to get hurt. No one can promise a safe return… no one can. So, for the love of Primus, June, shut it.”--Buddy

Optimus never saw the fury in Buddy’s eyes than in that moment. Nonetheless he is a bit grateful for them standing up while he tries to take that blame. The team does let Buddy know they appreciate them.

Buddy did get kidnapped one day by Megatron himself.

By the time the planned hostage negotiations were going to happen, Megatron had gotten a hit of nostalgia. It came in the form of his tiny hostage.

“So, you’re Megatron?”--Buddy

“Yes, I am. Now—”--Megatron

“Oh finally! You have no idea how long I’ve actually wanted to meet you.”--Buddy

“…What—”--Megatron

“I have so many questions to ask you and your cause.”--Buddy

“You want to know about the Decepticon cause?--Megatron

“Yes! I mean, I know pretty much what the autoboots have had to say, I want to know the war from your causes point of view. For example, how did it start? From what I heard, you wanted to bring a new change for your fellow Cybretronian were things were going to be better for everyone. And, not to embarrass you or anything, but I quoted some of your earlier works—”--Buddy

Megatron now looking at a smaller Orion Pax talking about his works.

“… Pax.”--Megatron

“I—what?”--Buddy

“You’re designation now is Pax.”--Megatron

“Oh I guess—”--Buddy

“Come with me Pax, I have plenty of Decepticon data pads that you can look over.”--Megatron

“Okay!”--Buddy

Megatron couldn’t bring himself to destroy the fleshy. They were an organic replica of how Orion Pax was before the war. Dare he say it, but he missed the smaller bot he once knew and grew to call brother. He can’t do it.

“Lord Megatron, may I be so bold—”--Starscream

“You may not.”--Megatron

“—as to ask you why the organic is doing with that data pad?”--Starscream

“They wanted to learn more about our cause, isn’t that right Pax?”--Megatron

“I finished with this one, may I have another one?”--Buddy

“Of course, Soundwave.”--Megatron

Soundwave passes another data pad to ‘Pax’.

“Thank you!”--Buddy

“…Did you name the organic Pax?”—Starscream

“Is that a problem Starscream?”—Megatron

“Of course not—“—Starscream

“Then silence. Come now Pax.”--Megatron

“All right then. Bye Soundwave! By Starscream!”—Buddy

“…What in the Pits…”—Starsceam

Megatron didn’t want to seem like a weakling to his army, so he decided to do the hostage video but as soon as he got what he came for, to split with Pax.

Optimus was furious to hear about Megatron’s negotiations and that he had Buddy. Everyone was angry and ready to get Buddy back. Prime is considering the possibility of cutting off more than Megatron’s arm this time around.

Everyone goes to the location where Megatron said the negotiations would be held.

Its to everyone surprise to see Buddy come out of the ground bridge with a little bit of scratches here and there.

“Buddy!”--Everyone

“Hey! How’s everyone?”--Buddy

“How did you escape?”--Ratchet

“Oh, I didn’t.”--Buddy

“You did not?”--Optimus

“No, actually I managed to strike a deal with ol’ Megs. I get to go back to you on the condition that I return to the Nemesis every month or so. And before you say anything, no details from either side.”--Buddy

“Well, we’re just happy your back.”--Bulkhead

Later…

“Hey Optimus.”--Buddy

“Yes?”--Optimus

“I didn’t know that Megatron had a soft spot for nerdy archivists.”--Buddy

“… Apparently he does.”--Optimus

“What are you guys talking about?”--Miko

“Lecture work.”--Buddy

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emotionallyattachednerd · 7 months

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Unforeseen Reunion | TP Ratchet x Drift/Deadlock | NSFW 18+

Word count: 7000+ 😲

Warnings: Smut ( valve and plug interfacing ), mentions of violence, near death experiance and angst. NSFW 18+.

Notes: So yeah, I lost complete control of myself. Holy crap, I'm impressed with myself. I decided I wanted to go with Prime universe as that's what my hyperfixation went with. I didn't completely focus on canon just so everyone is aware. I had way too much fun with this and I'm so obsessed with these two. Enjoy this work of art you beautiful sinners. 🥰

The crash landing was the sign that his luck had run out. Deadlock had been travelling for far too long, isolated in his barely hanging on ship without contact, that's until he managed to receive a transmission from decepticons. He should've been pleased, yet he didn't feel it, just emptiness.

It wasn't until he hit the earth's atmosphere that his ship decided it had enough, power shut off and he came plummeting towards the earth. He tried gaining control but that failed so he tried contacting the decepticons requesting assistance, but even that was a deadend. No help was coming for him.

Bracing for impact he thought he might have a chance but the rough landing was much harsher than expected, throwing him around and a sharp piece of metal punctured through him, slicing his fuel tank and severed a fuel line. Terrific.

Deadlock manages to get himself out of his piece of scrap ship and take a few steps forward, only to collapse onto the ground with a pained grunt and look down at his servo that held his wounded area to see a lot of energon was leaking from him. He can't help but let out a vented chuckle, convinced this was going to be it for him.

Only managing to get a short distance away from the crash site he couldn't walk anymore and slid his back down against a tree, venting out heavily as if a pressure was lifted from him. He knew though, his systems were struggling, warnings flashing before his optics, it won't be long before he shuts down and slowly offline from bleeding out. One more time he tried making contact but got nothing in return. Either his com links weren't working or they didn't care about him.

There used to be someone in his life who was very dear to him. He saved his life after getting himself hooked up on circuit boosters, gave him a chance, and he stayed with him. He loved him with all his spark, then the war started and that's where it all went wrong.

Eventually he would make choices and every choice has a price. Whether it was worth it or not, Deadlock never wanted to answer that himself.

He was one of Megatron's favourites. He's the one who gave him his new name and grew from that back on cybertron. He thought he was making the right choice, but he was wrong, and he's had to live with that all this time. He became emotionless, making him willing to kill when needed or ordered, leaving a trail of horrors behind which was enough to make any autobot and decepticon worst nightmare.

Now, he was dying, alone. Just as he deserved.

Leaning himself against the tree all he could do was observe his surroundings, take in what might be his last memories. Everything grew weaker, more burned out as his fuel tank pumped harshly to get energon through him, only for it to leak out.

His audios managed to pick up some sounds of a ground bridge. Had they finally decided to show pity and come for him? He onlines his hazy optics only to be met with the end of a blaster and an autobot symbol.

"Oh just my luck." Deadlock manages to say between harsh vents. "An autobot gets to watch me die in my final moments....or, you can take the shot, put me out of my misery?"

"Is that what you want?" Arcee keeps her guard up and weapons ready, not wanting to give him any chance to attack if he was faking.

"Does it matter what I want?"

"No, it doesn't." Bulkhead comes up behind, forcing Deadlock to move his helm up to look at him.

"Well you're a big one." He casually smirks through his pain. "So, what's it going to be? What's the...autobot thing to do?"

Arcee and Bulkhead had been sent to investigate the crash sight after it made impact. They knew it was a decepticon shuttle but weren't sure if it was occupied. Upon arrival it's confirmed. Neither wanted to let their guard down just in case he had any tricks or if the decepticons might show up.

"What do you think?" Bulkhead asks Arcee, unsure what they should do. Letting him die without them helping didn't seem right, but he was a con.

"Let's call Optimus, see what he has to say." Arcee answers.

Deadlock heard the autobot leader's name causing him to let out another vented chuckle. "Your big boss is here? Huh. Alright, call him, see if he has mercy on a filthy con." He was just talking, it's all he can do for his final moments.

While Bulkhead makes the call Arcee keeps her optics on him with her blaster still drawn. "You got a name?"

The big ask. "If I told you...you're going to wish you pulled the trigger." He decided to not say his name. If she found out, she might just pull the trigger on him without hesitation, not that he cared.

"I don't recognize you. You're not someone I've bumped into before, and I remember every bot I have. So who are you?"

"How about you tell me your name first?" Deadlock manages to tilt his helm to the side as he meets her optics, letting out a smirk when all she gives is silence, his pearly white dentas and sharp fangs pressing over his bottom lips. "Yeah...that's what I thought."

Deadlock notices Arcee say something else but it all goes deaf to his audios. He's lost a lot of energon and he knows he's in trouble as things in him start slowly shutting down. He manages to activate his audios again and this is when he hears more voices and steps coming closer. If he was to survive, he wasn't even sure what he'd do next, not anymore.

A part of him did want to be offline. It'll end everything for good, and perhaps give him some peace of mind, not that he deserved it.

"Hey, you still with us?" Bulkhead taps the top of his helm to bring him back, causing him to let out a groan and online again.

"Sort of..." Is his only honest answer.

"Well, today is your lucky day con. Our medic is going to come and patch you up. Try to remember this moment that we helped you." Bulkhead adds firmly for him to think about.

"I'm jumping with joy." Deadlock chuckles dryly, a little energon drops from his mouth as he tastes it flooding in his intake. Yeah, he felt it was too late.

"Drift?"

That voice.

He manages to move his helm back up and his amber optics flickered as he meets the gaze of the ghostly familiar figure standing before the ground. Ratchet. His Ratchet.

"You know him?" Arcee was surprised to hear Ratchet say the decepticons name. But Ratchet couldn't answer, he was frozen, as if he was petrified or enthralled by the very sight of what he thought he lost those years ago.

Deadlock, his given decepticon name, lets out a softly dry laugh that lingers longer with a smile, disbelief and sadness overwhelming his struggling processor. He finally found him.

"Perhaps I am lucky." He says with his wide smile, sharp dentas glittering in under the sunlight. "It's good to see you Ratty."

Under Optimus' orders Ratchet came to patch up the new decepticon before sending him on their way. He was a medic, he treated the wounded, but treating a decepticon was different. He's done it before of course, but not often. Ratchet felt his servos shake as he stood there. Hearing the old pet name made his vents hitch a little and his own emotions boiling up, completely deaf to Arcee as she questions him.

It's not until Deadlock slumps against the tree that Ratchet finally acted. Hurrying forward he came to his side and started to work on him. His wounds were bad, he knew this already just simply looking at him from afar.

"How do you know him?" Arcee repeats coming to the medics side.

"Later." Ratchet's focus was on him. "Let me work."

Neither Bulkhead or Arcee have ever seen Ratchet like this before. Sure, they've seen him sad, angry, annoyed, happy, but this is different.

When he feels his servos against his frame Deadlock lets out a shutter, both relief and pain. He tilts his helm up to get a better look at Ratchet and manages to hold a soft smile that feels foreign to him, he hasn't smiled like that in a very long time. There was a deep history there, and the two went through a lot together, right before he hurt his Ratty. He didn't deserve to be saved, or given a chance. Damage was done.

"Saving your life, again." Ratchet mutters mostly to himself, his own emotions rattled. "Reckless. Stupid. All this time and you're online, still. I'm out of my mind. I should hate you, no, I do hate you, but my spark is aching for you." His voice is low as if he's whispering to himself but Deadlock hears it. "Why did you....How could you...." His words break apart and that hits Deadlock hard.

"I'm sorry." Is all he can whisper, touching Ratchet's working servo and gaining his attention. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry." Apologising won't fix the past or his choices, but it's the first time he's ever said it to him.

As much as Ratchet is hurting he knew he couldn't lose him again. Whatever happens next will be whether it was too late or not.

"Kids, stay back." Bulkhead hurries through the ground bridge first and warns the kids all hanging around the raised platform along with Agent Fowler and June.

"What's going on?" Raf asks curiously, noticing his worried expression.

"Optimus, he won't listen. Can you talk to him? This is crazy!" Arcee is next feeling enraged about Ratchet's decision.

Ratchet comes through next, carrying a badly wounded Deadlock in his arms with strength no one else had seen him with for a long time.

"You brought a Decepticon back here?" June raises her hand over Raf and makes sure the kids stay behind her. "Ratchet the kids are here!"

"Don't like it, find the door." Ratchet barks back, taking many of them off guard. He ignores everyone and places him on the medical berth, quickly gathering tools to start stabilising him.

Deadlock was hanging close over the edge, everything in him hurt and his processor was swimming wildly. He had no idea where he was, only that Ratchet was with him, and that's all that mattered.

"So cool." Miko comes closer to get a better view. Jack tries to stop her.

"Miko-"

"No way I want to watch!"

Optimus comes closer but stays out of Ratchet's way and stares at the decepticon brought in, his optics widening a little as if something clicked in his processor, and Arcee notices this.

"You know him too. Ratchet called him Drift. Who is that?"

Optimus is quiet before looking at his comrades. "Ratchet knows him. Let him work."

"But-"

"Please, Arcee." Optimus knew just how sensitive this would be for his old friend, and can't imagine but he must be feeling right now.

Arcee finally backs off but that doesn't mean she was alright with this. Most of everyone wasn't. Miko sits on the edge of the lower platform as she watches Ratchet do his magic on the decepticon, a fascination. June only manages to keep Jack and Raf away, still not liking that a decepticon was near the kids base.

"Prime, is this safe?" Agent Fowler questions him quietly. "I get that he's a friend of Ratchet's, but that doesn't change he's a decepticon."

"I understand your concern. But please, I'm asking you all to let Ratchet handle this." Optimus didn't want to explain everything in that moment, respecting Ratchet and hoping everyone will follow the same.

Deadlock was in and out of it for a bit, gold optics flashing repeatedly as Ratchet tried to stop the bleeding and keep him stable. Everything hurt through him, but not as bad as the ache in his spark that throbs with grief for his Ratty. He was saving his life yet again, trying to at least.

"Are you still with me?" Ratchet's tone is more gentle as he hovers over him once he manages to stop the bleeding.

"Ah huh..." He manages to say between heavy vents.

"I need to repair the damage and get energon running through you again. Try to keep still, you're at the start of a long road recovery."

Before he could say anything else, Ratchet had gone to get a few things. Deadlock tilts his helm a little to the side and through his flickering vision he spots something, or someone. The pink is what catches his attention first and gives himself a moment to adjust his vision before it clears up almost.

"Well, you're tiny." He manages to say softly through a short chuckle.

"I might be small, but I can rip your spark out." Miko doesn't hold back.

"I better...stay on your good side than. What are you?"

"What am I? I'm human. The names Miko. You've never seen a human before?"

"Nah, you're the first, Miko."

"What are your first impressions?"

"Well...you did threaten to rip my spark out...so I'm fearful of you." He only meant it as a joke and Miko knew this, and she gave a small smirk at him. She didn't like cons, but this one seems different.

Even Ratchet didn't seem bothered about his interaction with her. June slowly comes closer, Jack and Raf right behind her, still being careful.

"You're Drift, right?" Miko leans her chin against the railing feeling a bit more comfortable to stay.

"Yes." It's Ratchet that answers quickly before Deadlock could. He understood. Meeting his gaze there was that firm and serious blaze he knew all too well from his Ratty. It meant there was going to be no further mention about it.

"Yeah...I'm Drift." Saying the name again after so long felt weird, but guess he'll adjust to it again.

Suddenly, he jolts and groans in pain through clenched dentas as Ratchet wields something into place. It hurts a lot, but at least it doesn’t last too long.

"Could you give me a warning next time?" He vents once it stops.

"Nope." Ratchet answers simply.

He understands.

"How do you two know each other?" It's Raf that bravely asks, mainly both of them.

"We...go way back." Drift answers, optics shifting at the medic at his side. "Ain't that right Ratty?"

"Hm." Ratchet doesn't answer much after hearing his old nickname.

"Ratty?" Miko can't help but smirk at the medic.

"Only he is allowed to call me that." He tells her. No one else ever did.

"He hates it, but I get away with it." Drift smirks lightly before wincing again. "Frag..." Optics manage to cast over at the other autobots standing together outside the bay and staring, most of them looking not too happy causing him to vent out. "Stop."

Ratchet does but only because he's confused. "What?"

"Just...stop. Just...you shouldn't be helping, you know?"

"Do you want to be offline?" Ratchet hits his tool against the table causing the humans the jump and gives an intense stare at Drift. "Do you just want to give up?"

"Your friends don't want to waste resources on a filthy con...I don't deserve it. You...you shouldn't be helping me."

"Well, too bad. You don't get to have a say in what I do, we're well past that. Perhaps you're right about not deserving to be saved, but the only one that gets to decide your fate is me." Ratchet leans closer to Drift, optics burning, before he erupts. "The only way you will be offline is if I allow it, because I'm the only one who has every right to let you bleed out right now! You don't get to decide your fate! I do! Is that understood?!"

His outburst is heard by everyone. Even the humans shrink away a little, never seeing Ratchet this angry before. Something deep was there, but no one knew just how deep.

Drift doesn't flinch. He takes it, accepts Ratchet's rage. He's right, only he has the right to decide what happens next. All he can do is let him do what he wants, he is no longer in control of his fate.

"Understood."

Ratchet lets out a heavy vent and goes back to work on him, only to look up when he feels everyone staring. "What?" He snaps, bothered that everyone was just staring.

"Everyone, let's give them space." Optimus finally says. "Ratchet has work to do." He'll give that privacy to his old friend without distractions.

June leads the kids away and Miko follows to let Ratchet work. Only Optimus understands what Ratchet must be feeling, he knew what Drift meant to him, and knew just what they've both dealt with over the years. The others all had raising questions but at least they weren't hammering either him or Ratchet with them to get answers, and respected what Optimus had said.

It is a long recovery for Drift. Weeks go by, but he is doing better. Ratchet worked hard to repair the damage he received from the crash and make sure his fuel lines were pumping correctly. He worked his magic and did a good job on Drift, never giving up.

"Alright, follow my digit." Ratchet was doing simple tests, everyday he did them, and Drift obeys as his optics follow the moving digit in front of him, clearing and without struggle. "Good. Better today."

Drift was feeling better, both physically and mentally. After being by himself so long it was going to take time adjusting to have others around.

Not the autobots, mainly the humans kept him company. Drift was curious about these organics. Sure, he's come across them before, but not humans. He doesn't mind them.

"Does this mean I'm off bed rest?" Drift asks as he straightens his back. Ratchet shakes his helm with a short chuckle.

"Yeah right. You're clear when I say you're clear. Just because you look and feel better doesn't mean you're fit for duty."

"Duty?

Ratchet stops and looks at him, optics unreadable before venting softly. "You're staying, right?"

It hasn't been something they've talked about really. Drift had no idea what to do next honestly. Since finding Ratchet he didn't want to leave him behind, not again.

"You're here, so I'll stay. Don't think your friends are going to like that though." He didn't think they would welcome him into team prime. "Does that mean I've got to become an autobot?"

"Don't worry about them, I'll handle it. They don't know your decepticon name, yet. I don't want to hear that name ever again. And yes, you'll become an autobot, because I said so."

Drift understands. "Alright." He was willing to do whatever Ratchet wanted. All he wanted was to have him back in his life again, to not throw away his second chance.

"Good. Now, let's have a closer look."

Drift feels Ratchet's servos touch both sides of his cheek platings, examining him further and making sure he didn't miss anything. But Drift slowly leans into the touch, purring, and reaches up to touch them both under his own. The action gets Ratchet's attention and they both stare at one another, the fondness slowly growing as the medic's optics soften.

Ratchet does like the purrs Drift makes, he always did, and hearing it again makes his knees feel weak. Such a strange effect it gives, yet so addictive. It's been so long since he last heard them, causing his feelings to stir wildly. As much as he hated him for his choices, he never stopped loving him.

Neither did Drift. He has a lot of regrets, but the one he'll always carry is he hurt Ratchet. He'll always carry the weight of that.

Leaning closer, Drift presses the front of their helms together, savouring the moment for as long as he can as his optics shutter closed. Ratchet doesn't lean away and lets it happen.

Drift wants to kiss him, and he tries to do this by leaning closer towards his lips, but Ratchet stops him. The moment is gone.

"It's too soon." Ratchet can only whisper, trying to keep his emotions from pouring out. "You left a deep wound, one I could never repair."

Drift knew he deserved that.

"Your injuries aren't the only recovery you'll be going through. There's a lot....between us, that needs time to heal. Won't be simple, but I need time to adjust to this, to trust you again."

"So there's a chance?" Drift held onto that hope.

Ratchet vents softly and caresses his servo against his cheek plating again, running his digit under his optics gently. "I hope so."

That's all Drift needs. "Take your time then."

Optimus gathered everything, even the humans, so they can all listen to what Ratchet has to say. Drift was resting and took this moment to explain some details to his friends. They've all been very patient.

"How's he doing?" It's June that asks, the only one who was kind enough to ask about Drift.

"Doing better. Still recovering, but he's making good progress." Ratchet answers.

He looks up at everyone who stares at him, all focus and attention. His optics glance over at Optimus who was there for him through this. It's time to reveal it.

"Drift and I have a long history, all the way to the time before the war started on cybertron. He hasn't made the best choices in his life, which is why things are messy between us, but he wants to change, make better choices. I'm willing to give him that second chance."

"I understand your concerns." Optimus then jumps in and speaks to everyone. "We both do, but I trust Ratchet to take charge of him, and I believe there's hope for Drift, to become better."

"So he's becoming an autobot?" Jack asked curiously.

"He will. It's a lot to ask but it would be a great help if everyone treated him fairly, so he can settle into this life. He's been alone for a long time without contact, it has affected him, but with time he'll adjust and do better." Ratchet explains.

"Is he like your best friend?" Raf asks innocently.

The medic gives himself a moment before finally saying it. "Drift is my conjunx endura."

"What?' Arcee quirks quickly in surprise.

"You never said you had one!" Bulkhead is just as surprised while Bumblebee lets out a bunch of whirls and beeps along with them.

"Ah, sorry, humans are confused here." Agent Fowler raises his hand. "What's a...conjunx endura?"

"Well, for humans to understand, we're married." Ratchet clarifies.

"What?!"

Ratchet knew this was going to be a shock to everyone, and he'll silently admit he was trying to avoid this moment, but knew that wasn't going to last forever. They had a right to know what Drift meant to him, and what happened.

"Drift comes from a troubled life. He got himself addicted to circuit boosters, drugs for humans to understand, lost himself, and Optimus found him, or at the time he was Orion. He brought him to me where I had my own medical centre, doing what I could for those who were considered lower classes. I saved his life there, and I saw just how lost he looked, so I gave him a choice to stay and help me out, or he could leave. He got clean and stayed, few of the smart choices he's ever made. Over time we grew fond of one another and...well, we ended up together for a long while, fell in love, things were good and we were happy." Ratchet remembers those fond memories with him before he close his optics.

"Than the war started. Megatron approached me, offered me a position as his head medic officer, but I declined. I thought that was it, but I was very wrong. Megatron got to Drift, manipulated his mind, gave him false hope, and he fell for it. The next time I saw him he wore the Decepticon badge. He was already convinced I was going to join him, but I refused. I got angry, expressed my disappointment loudly. The Drift I grew to love left that day and he became stone cold. Megatron gave him the order to destroy the medical centre and he did it, leaving me in ruins. Megatron gives him a new name..." Ratchet went quiet. He couldn't say it, and looks at Optimus, who understands

"Deadlock."

The name rings through the autobots. They all knew that name all too well. The horrors they've heard, the carnage left behind by the same bot that was now in their base.

The humans all take notice of their reactions. "You've heard of that name?"

"The very name that a lot feared." Arcee says to them, voice full of dread. "I never bumped into him, only heard what he had done, and it's nothing good."

"Drift is Deadlock? The very con that Megatron favoured?" Bulkhead struggled to process this.

"Why did Megatron favour him?" Jack sounds worried.

"Because of his lack of emotion, no empathy, and did as he was told without hesitation." Ratchet adds through a shaky vent. "But...he's coming back around, the Drift I know. After what happened, I joined Optimus to try to do what I could for the autobots, all the while trying to silently mend the damage done to my spark. As much as I hated Drift, I never stopped loving him, and always held on some hope he might come back."

"And he did." June says softly, moved by the story he told everyone to have a better understanding of what just happened. Though they were concerned about his past with the decepticons, they understood what Ratchet must be feeling to get his lover back again after so long.

Ratchet lets out a shaky vent and looks at everyone. "I'm willing to forgive for his mistakes, because that's my choice. I need to ask you all to respect our privacy, our past, and for there to be no further questions about Drift's time with the decepticons. Please, don't shut him out, give him a chance, get to know him. He might not be the smartest, and he's made terrible choices, but there is good in him."

"I don't like cons, but he seems...different." Miko perks up, looking over at Bulkhead. "I've gotten to know him a little, he's not so bad. Just have to ignore that history part with the cons."

Bulkhead groaned in displeasement but knew there wasn't really going to be any other way around this. Drift was going to become one of them, so they might as well start opening up to him.

"We'll do that." Arcee then says through a soft vent. "For you Ratchet, we'll give him a chance."

Ratchet feels himself relax a little hearing this. He had a pretty good team here. "Thank you."

Drift is up and walking. He then finds himself facing the autobots and humans, all looking at him as Optimus and Ratchet approach. Least they didn't have weapons drawn on him, it's a start.

Optimus is first to speak. "Drift, we've all talked to one another and Ratchet has informed the others about your bondage with him. It is Ratchet's wish to give you a second chance, for you to leave behind your past with the decepticons and to become one of our own. I ask for you to have zero connections with any decepticon and to prove yourself among our team here."

Drift looks at Ratchet who gives a simple nod at him. This was his chance to fix what he tore apart between them, to show he could be something better. He wanted that.

"Thanks, Optimus. I'll do whatever Ratty says, I don't want to let him down again, or anyone for that matter."

"Ratty?" June can't help but repeat through a small smile.

"None of you are allowed to call me that." Ratchet points at everyone with a firm glare.

"Only I can." Drift sends him a smirk knowing he was right about that.

"I'm going to lay down a few things as well." Ratchet starts as he steps closer towards him. "You'll follow our rules, our ways, no arguments or whining about it. You'll treat everyone here with respect and you'll be treated the same in return. Everything is going to be stripped, your model, colours, nothing that will give any decepticon a hint who you used to be, a complete new look. Understood?"

Drift listens and doesn't hesitate to nod. Like he said, whatever his Ratty wanted. He was in his control now. "Sure, alright." He gives a smile, sharp denta's lightly exposed.

Ratchet stares before pointing. "I'm removing those modified dentas." Drift's smile slips and goes to say something but Ratchet raises his servo. "Nope! They're going. They look ridiculous on you."

Drift vents heavily. Complete new look. "Alright...whatever you want."

"Wow, who are you and what have you done with Drift?" Miko asks the completely new looking robot sitting in the medical bay. She had just arrived with the others. It seemed Ratchet was very serious.

Drift sends the girl a soft smirk, sharp dentas now back to their default model along with most of his amour, colours neutral grey, ready for a new scan and colour.

"Ratchet wasn't kidding." He answers through a gentle chuckle. "But hey, I think it will be good to have something different."

"Something calm." Ratchet points out as he sets up some programs for Drift to scan and choose from. "Soft, nice, you know? Nothing dramatic."

"Ugh, such a control freak." Miko comes up onto the ramp along with the others.

Drift can't help but snicker. He liked humans. They were different, had a lot of character, he grew to like them very quickly in his short time there.

"What colour, Ratty?" Drift asks as he looks through some models.

"That's for you to decide."

"I want what you want."

"I want you to pick yourself. I'm sure you can't mess up on that." Ratchet doesn't mean for that to sound harsh, but it did. Drift shifts his amber optics at him, looking like a wounded feline, and Ratchet vents softly, lowering his voice. "I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." Drift doesn't want him to apologise, so he forces a smile. "I'll pick myself." He says trying to sound positive.

Ratchet nods and leaves him to it.

"Ouch." Miko whispers while hanging over the railing.

"Are things alright between you two?" The youngest Raf asks kindly.

"It's not simple, but it's progress." Drift answers honestly.

For a moment he scans through the new designs before looking up at Ratchet talking with Optimus. His optics scan over him and he smiles. He's picked a colour. Adding the program he scans the new look, his armour shifting colour and shape right in front of the kids to watch, astonished by the change happening before it finishes.

Drift looks at his reflection and smiles more. He looks good, very good. He now holds a very similar colour matching with Ratchet.

"It's a good look." Jack praises.

"You and Ratchet got matching colours now. That's cute." Miko beams.

Drift shifts his optics at Ratchet who is looking at him now, a lingering enchantment holds in his optics as he stares at Drift. They both do indeed share the same colours, a similar design, with Drift only being more slender framed.

"It is cute." Drift sends Ratchet a wink.

Ratchet has to try to cool himself when he sees Drift. He wouldn't say it, but he feels himself heat up at the sight of his long lost mate looking like that. He likes the new look. Clearing his vocals, he nods simply. "Very nice."

Drift doesn't miss the pink hue at his white cheek plating.

Laying on his berth in his given room Drift finds himself staring at the ceiling and letting his processor run over everything that's happened. He was now an autobot, one of team prime. His servo runs over the new symbol over his chest and lets out a soft vent.

It's not that he was disgusted by it, but it does feel foreign still. All this was going to take time to adjust, to move on from his troubled past and do better for him and for Ratchet.

All that time ago, when he hurt him, he lost himself. He became something dark, horrible, one of Megatron's favourites because he did anything he was told. All those memories will forever haunt him, but he hopes he can move past all that and start over with Ratchet. It's all he wants.

The sudden knock at his door jolts him out of his thoughts and goes to open it. He stares at Ratchet who stands on the other side.

"Did I wake you?" Ratchet asks through a soft tone.

"No, recharge is...it's not easy these days." Drift admits.

Ratchet nods lightly. "Can I come in?"

Drift feels his spark thump rapidly as he nods, allowing him to enter and closing the door behind. He watches as Ratchet turns to face him, and there's that struggling look he held, when he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Drift comes closer, calmly stepping in front of him and trying to look into his optics. He can feel the heat radiating from his charris that he wants to touch, but holds back.

"I wanted to see you." Ratchet manages to say. "I...I just want to be with you." Hearing this makes Drift smile, only for it to slip away hearing his next words. "But I'm scared you're going to hurt me again."

"I know." Drift knows he hurt him badly, he'll never forget that. "And...I'm scared you're never going to stop hating me."

"I don't hate you. I'm just trying to trust you again."

"What can I do?" Drift doesn't know himself. "Tell me what to do."

"No." Ratchet shakes his helm, face hardening. "I want you to decide for yourself, not what I or anyone else tells you." On his own free will, not in control.

Drift gets it now. So, he does that. He touches his face plating, running his digits across and savouring the warm feeling, before closing the distance and kissing him gently.

The kiss is simple and short, but it's what Drift wants, what Ratchet wants. It's broken for just a mere moment before Drift dives in again, slowly deepening it as he slides his servos across Ratchet's shoulders and running behind his neck. Without holding back anymore ratchet consumes the kiss they share and backs him back against the berth, leaning over and pressing himself between his thighs as their lingering heated moans fill the room.

"I've missed you." Ratchet manages to whisper between kisses. "Primus...I've missed you so much."

"I'm here, I'm right here, and I'm never leaving you." Drift says before he retracts his panel, revealing his already soaking valve and the housing opens for his spike to throb out. "Please, Ratty, I need you inside me."

Climbing up over him, Ratchet retracts his panel and his throbbing spike emerges from its housing. He rubs himself against Drift, sliding between the lips of his valve, catching his sensitive node with each thrust. Drift throws his helm back against the berth and wraps his legs tightly around his waist, tugging him close and eager to get him inside.

Finally, Ratchet sinks in, groaning lowly as his spike fills Drift, feeling every ridge running against his inner walls, all the while Drift arches his back as he's filled so perfectly, mouth open as he mewls lowly. He missed this, he missed Ratchet.

Ratchet holds himself up as best he could over Drift before he sets a pace, thrusting his hips against Drift while grunting and venting heavily.

"Ratty, so good, so fragging good!" Drift chants as he holds onto him, clenching his valve around his thickness while running his servos along Ratchet's arms.

However, Ratchet makes a blunt noise, as if he's trying something but is struggling, right before he stops moving and lets out an annoyed heavy vent.

"What's wrong?" Drift vents densely as he feels Ratchet's hesitation and tries to avoid his lingering stare, removing himself from his valve as he backs up. "Hey, hey, Ratty, talk to me. D-did I do something wrong?" He touches his face plating and watches as Ratchet's optics shutter closes and leans into his touch.

"No, no, you did nothing wrong. It's me."

"What do you mean?" Drift shifts closer, placing his other servo over his shoulder and listening to whatever he might want to say.

"It's embarrassing." Ratchet rolls his helm a little. Though he knew Drift wasn't going to let this slide, the concern hanging over his face causing him to vent once more. "I'm old. My stamina isn't what it use to be."

Realization hits Drift. So that's it. He can't hold back a smile.

"Don't you dare laugh." Ratchet warns but this only causes Drift to giggle lightly. "It's not funny."

"I'm not laughing." Drift only fails as he continues to giggle.

"Stop that, you're still laughing."

"I'm not, I'm not." Drift forces himself to calm down and bit back his smile before caressing his face. "Ratty, it's alright. Don't worry about it." Leaning close he kisses him gently. "How about you let me on top? Let me take care of you."

Drift gently pushes Ratchet onto the berth and has him lay down before straddling his lap, thighs trapping against his waist while his exposed valve rubs along Ratchet's throbbing spike, causing soft moans to leave from both of them. Drift hovers closer towards Ratchet's face with a tender smile.

"You always took care of me, now it's my turn to take care of you." Leaning closer, Drift kisses him, letting it linger before gently pushing his glossa inside, coiling with Ratchet's.

Positioning himself he sinks back down onto Ratchet's thick spike and starts to ride him, rolling his hips slowly, rocking himself and riding his spike slowly.

Ratchet moves his servos to his waist, gripping his digits into his soft armour while keeping the kiss deep between them, letting out short moans and feeling more comfortable like this.

Drift vents softly into the kiss, letting out short muffled moans as he sucks at Ratchet's glossa, clenching in sync with his movements as he rides him. He moves his servo between them and he starts to stroke himself, rubbing his tip gently before pumping his servo over, arousal and pleasure quickly boiling between them.

"Drift...Primus....you're so tight." Ratchet gently praises between heated moans against his lips.

"Ratty, oh Ratty! I feel so full, filling me so good." Drift presses his forehead against Ratchet's, keeping close while riding his thick spike buried deep in his valve, rubbing against his ceiling node while Ratchet takes over to stroke Drift's cable then.

Moments like these were dreamed between the two over their time apart from each other. So much war, hate, and now reunited, lost in the moment as if nothing happened.

Drift holds a firmer grip, throwing his weight down over again more firmly, clenching around the perfectly ridged spike throbbing in his valve and rubbing against his inner walls. Moans grew more feral between the two as Ratchet kept his moving servo around Drift, feeling ever twitch and transfluid coating his digits and along the length, wet sounds growing more louder as fluids start to build and pool

Tossing his helm back, Drift lets out a louder mewl, crying out in bliss as he rides Ratchet's spike more densely. "Frag, Ratty, frag, I won't be able to hold it back!"

"Do it, let yourself go." Ratchet gives the all clear between heated vents, because he too wasn't too far off from overloading either. "Let's do it together, same time."

Drift beams warmly through the intense pleasure boiling through him as he grinds himself down over again, venting and gasping sharply, soon muffled as Ratchet kisses him firmly and feels his spike suddenly erupt deep within him, thick ropes of fluids coating his inner walls with some dripping out. Within a moment he bites his lips and gasps out sharply as his own transfluids coat between him and Ratchet, a pink glow covering over Ratchet's digits as well.

Taking his servo, Drift lifts it up to his mouth and sucks at his digits to clean to fluids, tasting himself and letting out a delightful hum around each of them. Ratchet is always heated and flushed, he didn't think it would be possible to be even more, but he was wrong when Drift did this.

"So beautiful." He whispers, allured by the delightful sight as his cooling fans kick in along with Drift's.

"You're just as pretty." Drift whispers through a luminous smile. "I love you, Ratty. I never stopped loving you. My spark will always belong to you, my beloved."

Ratchet feels his very spark jump at his words. "I love you too, Drift. Always have and always will. We'll make this work, I promise."

Drift ends up snuggled up against Ratchet, tangled under his embrace as he purrs gently against his charris. Ratchet missed that purr, a soothing vibration and sound he always cherished.

"We'll be alright, won't we?" Ratchet asks as he caresses the back of Drift's helm.

"I believe so." He hums lightly, giving him a gentle nuzzle. "You've never loosing me ever again."

"Good."

Neither will ever be apart again.

#transformers #ratchet #drift #valveplug #idw #prime #deadlock #ratchet x drift #dratchet #canon x canon #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag #this is long #6k words #not sorry

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 5 months

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Hi I wanna know how would the tfa bots elite guard and cons react to meeting a female bot who is like Barbie who came to life by an allspark fragment and developing a crush on her

-Optimus feels ashamed of his crush because he doesn't think he's worth her. She's just so... so perfect. Beautiful, kind, funny, intelligent. She's got it all and Optimus doesn't. He'll probably try to avoid her for some time after realizing how he feels about her.

-If Optimus feels ashamed then Ratchet feels embarrassed. He's an old mech, past his best years and he's not supposed to go after some young, pretty bot that's just started figuring out life. Not to mention that he's long since given up on having a love life. Like Optimus he'll probably avoid her if possible in an attempt to smother these feelings.

-Despite his claims, Bumblebee don't have a lot of experience with lady-bots. You know what, scratch that. He's got ZERO experience. That doesn't mean he'll dive right in and do his best to impress her. Super nervous about making a fool out of himself but he masks this with false confidence. Starts stumbling over his words whenever she smiles at him though.

-Bulkhead in love is just so wholesome. He realizes he's got a crush on her when he finds himself painting nothing but portraits of her. Tries to woo her the old fashioned way, with flowers and poems about how pretty her optics are. Will ask her to model for his paintings as an excuse to spend time with her.

-For Prowl, him having a crush is divided in two parts. First, he ignores it. Ignores her. Tries to be smooth about how he leaves when she shows up but he's just desperately trying to avoid her so he won't fall deeper in love. But he can't focus on anything, all his thoughts keeps drifting back to her so eventually he accepts it. Now he's determined to woo her though he feels intimidated by how amazing she is. How is he supposed to prove himself?

-It's been centuries since Ultra Magnus last had a crush but he just can't help it with this bot. She's everything he looks for in a conjux. Graceful, gentle, determined, intelligent, kind. She would make a perfect First Conjux (cybertronian version of First Lady). Now, he's not been in the dating game since he was a new frame but he's still confident that he can muster up the old charm.

-Fuuuuuck, Sentinel is so damn annoying about his crush. He flirts, says a million different pick up lines that makes everyone else cringe yet he fails to notice how hard he's failing. In his mind, a perfect mech like him deserves nothing less than a perfect bot like her. Thinks she's got a crush on him just because he can't imagine otherwise. Tries to impress her all the time.

-Jazz, just like Sentinel, flirts, but he's so much better at it. At first the flirting is mostly playful, trying to test the waters and see if she's interested, and once he's more confident then he'll lay it on real thick. Loves coming up with improvised love songs on the spot, singing about her many amazing qualities.

-The jettwins, Jetfire and Jetstorm, are like two puppies the way they follow her around, desperate for any scrap of attention. Like, they are down BAD. They hang onto her every word and think she's the most incredible bot in the world. Desperately try to impress her.

-Every lord needs a lady and that includes warlords so of course Megatron is determined to make her his. While she's a little too kind for the position as Lady of the decepticons he doesn't mind it. Her intelligence and charm more than makes up for it. Super suave with his flirting.

-Starscream tries so badly to impress her, be it with his intelligence, power or by flying. He tries to to act confident and suave with her but the moment she does anything he feels completely lost because she does everything with such ease. She's naturally graceful, doesn't even have to try to make people like her and that's everything Starscream wishes he had.

-She's got Blitzwing's personalities rapid switching because they all want to spend time/look at her. Hothead's usual anger and bravado turns into a blustering mess around her and all he can say are simple sentences like "You're pretty" or "I want to hold your hand so badly". Gets so flustered by his admissions that he willingly switches out. Icy is better, he is calmer about his crush and tries to woo her by being a gentleman. Too bad Random suddenly switches in and ruins it by saying that he wants to eat her so they can be together forever. Awkward.

-Look, Lugnut already got a conjux that he loves and adores so he feels super guilty about his crush. Whenever he sees this bot he will shout at them to stay away, calling her a temptress. Secretly though he's wondering if Strika would like to meet her. He's pretty confident that she'd like this bot and she's always been up for a third.

-Shockwave is torn between acting professional and ogling her like an idiot. She's perfect in every way, sense and form and he'd be an idiot to just ignore her. But because she's so perfect he finds himself so taken off guard that he doesn't know how to react.

-Yeah, Blackarachnia feels terrible. She's got a crush on her bot at the same time she's super jealous. This bot is beautiful and highly sought after by everyone and she feels so lacking in comparison to them. Might try to flirt but honestly don't think it will go anywhere, even if they for some reason were interested. Blackarachnia simply couldn't bear constandly comparing herself to this perfect bot.

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cybertron-after-dark · 9 months

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More questionable tfa headcanons

-Bumblebee and Bulkhead do impressions of Optimus behind his back. Bulkhead actually feels kinda bad about it but that does not stop him. Prowl is not immune to joining in. OP still hasn't caught them.

-Optimus really wants to adopt a dog once he's positive he could adequately take care of one. He loves the idea of keeping a big grey one and naming him Silverbolt, after Silverbolt Major from the great war. It just feels right.

-Starscream will never admit to listening to the dumb sound patterns humans call music, but in private he's a swiftie, and he WILL sing shake it off if nobody's watching.

-Lugnut bakes in his off time, and he keeps trying to spoil Megatron with little treats, as his grand and glorious master deserves little gifts and tributes whenever Lugnut can give them. Sadly, Megatron doesn't actually have much of a sweet tooth so most of Lugnut's edible gifts get passed off to someone else.

-you know that bit in the Allspark almanac where Lugnut is bitching about earth sports and the Tigatron stadium? He has such strong feelings because Blitzwing loves that shit and keeps trying to rope Lugnut into playing. For Blitzwing, it reminds him of his gladiator days, it's a way to have fun and reminisce without killing someone. For Lugnut, it can't compare, it's kinda just a watered down, wussified version of real gladiatorial combat.

-upon discovering ytps, both bumblebee and bulkhead trained their voice synthesizers to be able to mimic the edited sounds. Sometimes they'll use it in the middle of a fight as a sort of secret code so the cons can't pick up on what they're planning to counter it. Optimus has mixed feelings. He doesn't understand what the hell they're saying like 90% of the time, and he recognizes this isn't proper military strategy, but he can't argue with the results. At least they're sort of taking the fights seriously?

-Blitzwing and Blackarachnia fucking hate each other but Megatron frowns upon infighting, so instead of constant violence, they've sort of settled on an escalating cold war of inconveniences and irritants. Neither of them can throw a punch, or set anything up that would result in actual injury, but immobilizing via ice or webs is fine, provided it doesn't affect tactical matters. Blitzwing constantly freezes the locks on BA's door, BA spikes Blitzwing's energon with cyber venom, pretty much anything that could qualify as day ruining. The worst was when Blitzwing covered BA with electronic paint and turned her into a walking rainbow all day.

-prowl wants to volunteer at animal shelters but he's a bit too big to fit in most of the buildings

-both shockwave and starscream are horrible liars but Megatron is terrible at picking up when someone's lying, so starscream's scheming went unnoticed for years and shockwave was sent in as a spy with full confidence that he wouldn't blow his cover.

-ratchet and optimus have been teaching Sari bits of cybertronian. Optimus teaches her the more formal aspects of the language, given there's a high chance she'll be interacting with Ultra Magnus, the guilds domesticus, and other high ranking autobots that warrant a more formal address. Ratchet (Mr "don't call me sir, I work for a living") teaches her more day to day, informal cybertronian. And swears. He teaches her pretty much all the swears.

-when Sari moved in, Optimus learned to cook so she wouldn't have to live off fast food from the burger bot. Which was hell for the big guy because why in primus's name is human fuel so complicated? He used to think sugar was pretty much an energon equivalent, cut and dry. He was wrong. He was so wrong. OP usually has Sari help him out because he cant exactly taste it to make sure it's, you know, actually edible.

-Prowl loves animals and the natural parts of earth with all his spark, but man are some parts of it brutal. When he learned what a parasitoid wasp was he couldn't sleep for days.

-bulkhead actually wants to go to a human art college once the war's over. Maybe not full time but he definitely wants to pick up some classes and learn what he can. Once he gets good enough, he wants to bring that knowledge back to Cybertron and see what other bots do with it.

-Optimus has a collection of skeezy romance novels. The equivalent on Cybertron is kind of an obscure rarity, only really sold in the seediest of places, so he couldn't really believe how easy it was to find smut like that on Earth. The intrinsic human fleshiness of the book characters always weirds him out just a bit, but not enough to ruin it for him. It's not really the pornographic aspect he's interested in, after all, it's the romantic aspect. He keeps his digital stash double encrypted in his datatrax, because he knows if anyone found it (cough cough bumblebee cough) he'd never hear the end of it.

-giving Blitzwing internet access was a mistake. Now he knows what memes are and random has been making that every other decepticon's problem since he found out. Megatron has to constantly guess whether what would normally be a standard Blitzwing non sequitur is actually a setup for Megatron to get laughed at by the entire human internet. He's fallen for updog, he's fallen for Ligma, he will NOT be caught slipping again.

-while he was undercover, once a week, shockwave would call Megatron and complain over a few barrels of oil about what kind of stupid slag his pompous idiot crankshaft coworkers would pull. One of the few autobot names Megatron could remember was Sentinel Prime, solely from the long list of transgressions Shockwave has drunkenly recounted.

-Soundwave hates most humans but he's decided that a few specific bands whose music he likes will be spared when the revolution comes, inferior as they may be.

-Prowl sends jazz earth music sometimes. It's pretty much blown Jazz's mind because most of the music on Cybertron is propaganda songs. He's not really used to songs about things other than war heroes, or even songs with no words at all. Just music for its own sake.

-Sentinel Prime's only friend is Cliffjumper and Cliffjumper only hangs out with him for brown nosing sycophantic reasons, not because he actually likes the guy.

-Ultra Magnus knows he's a corrupt bastard. He doesn't lose sleep over it, as long as his public image is good.

#tfa #transformers animated #optimus prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #ratchet #prowl #sari #Megatron #starscream #blitzwing #lugnut #shockwave #blackarachnia #sentinel prime #ultra magnus #maccadam

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dancingundermoonlight101 · 3 months

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hiiii I love all your little blurbs that show on my fyp your angst stuff hits so well…could I ask for something following Megs’ “death” after the TFP premiere and Optimus struggling to mourn, due to them being enemies and having to keep a brave face? Again, luv your stuff. Have an awesome day.

Optimus had to smile. Pretend he was as glad as everyone else. Had to ignore the bitterness he felt as his teammates, in their own ways, expressed how glad they were over Megatron's death. Feel unending guilt at the fact that he even feels bitter about it. He cares about his teammates. He knows each and everybody has lost something precious at Megatron's, Decepticon's, or at the war's hand. The war they all believe Megatron had started.

They don't know. They don't see. They don't realize what brought uppon this war, and now what Optimus will have to fight alone towards. Megatron represented hope. Hope for a better future, hope for equal treatment to all that the previous system ignored and abused. Hope.. Even so, Optimus doesn't regret disagreeing with the way Megatron wanted to go about things. He just regrets that he and Megatron couldn't have come to a compromise. Couldn't find common ground.

'Now he's dead.'

"He could be alive." Optimus comments out loud.

"Who?" Ratchet asks. Probably hoping to Primus that Optimus doesn't mean-

"Megatron?" Bumblebee beeps out, making everyone else stop in their tracks

"You don't seriously think he's still alive, do you?" Bulkhead adds

"Well," Arcee begins. "Even though it feels like there is no way he could be alive. You have to admit, he has survived worse." She scowls.

The mood of the base drops. Optimus already feels an argument brewing. He decides to stop it before it begins. "We do not know if he is alive or not. Arce is right, Megatron has survived worse. But even so, we must remain alert. We do not know what Decepticons will do with the loss of their leader. Only time will tell if this loss is temporary.. or permanent."

His team nods their helms with serious expressions. All except Ratchet, who is looking at Optimus with a look that says they will have a word about this later.

Optimus can only internally sigh as he walks off after a few more reassuring words. His team also dispersed after that. Ratchet followed after him.

"Optimus! Surely you can't be hoping he's alive! You of all mechs know of all the evil deeds he has done!" Ratchet begins once Optimus stops walking.

"I know all too well, old friend. I still wish things could have gone differently." Optimus admits this small bit to Ratchet. Hoping he of all bots could understand...

Ratchet only scoffs, crossing his arms. "Well, they didn't. Megatron made his choice, and he chose genocide. He chose to continue this war even after what happened to Cybertron! So many were killed because of his choices, Optimus.. You should stop being a bleeding spark for mechs that don't deserve it. Especially for a monster."

Optimus felt a part of his spark break. The small hope he had about trusting anyone with his thoughts was gone, just like that. It's fine. His field is still pulled tightly against his frame. Ratchet won't be able to feel how deeply those words hurt him. Optimus sighs. Trying to regain his composure. "Once again, you are right. Perhaps it is for the best that things ended up like this." The words felt like lead to his tongue. He had to force them out anyway.

"Damn right I am," Ratchet mutters, nodding. About to say something more. But Optimus tunes him out.

...

The Prime finds himself out at night, staring up at the singular moon. Why is he here? He should be back at base recharging. Rarely does Optimus come out at night. But when he does, he likes to drive to a secluded place. A place only he knows of.

"A place that reminds me of you.."

'Megatron.'

"My sworn brother turned enemy. How did things end up like this?"

'You betrayed him. You became a Prime.'

"I didn't wish to become a Prime!"

'A Prime shouldn't think about not wanting to be one. You are a fake. A failure as one. It is an honor and a privilege to fight for the people of Cybertron.'

"There is no Cybertron left to fight for.."

'And for the people?'

"They will always be worth fighting for."

'Then why are you here?'

"Megatron."

'He's dead.'

"He could be alive."

'It would be better if he wasn't.'

"Perhaps.."

'Why do you want him to be alive?'

"I do not know."

'You don't wish to admit it.'

"I wish things could have gone differently. That me and him could have rebuilt Cybertron side by side."

'Why?'

"He was my sworn brother. The Decepticons follow his lead, and I know with his help, no unfair laws could have ever been put in place."

'He was more than your sworn brother. You wished he was more than-'

"He shouldn't have been. That was a mistake on both our ends. We were both foolish -"

'You still love him. You still wished you both were more than enemies. Now he's dead.'

Optimus remains silent. Covering his optics with a servo. "This is ridiculous. I am a Prime. A protector of all life. If these feelings and thoughts are going to cloud my processor. It would be best if I didn't have them at all."

'Are you going to hide from your feelings? Your thoughts? Your memories? What you truthly long for? How many times will you do this, Optimus?'

Optimus paused when his processor conjured up Megatron's voice the moment he opened the folder he had been searching for. Shocked by the sheer amount of data he was hiding in it. One small folder he always forgot about. Was curious over. And always regretted opening again and again. It was all Megatron. Every memory, every thought, every feeling, it was all too overwealming. Optimus felt overpowering grief—

Optimus Prime did what needed to be done, closed, and hid the small, unassuming folder. "For however long I continue to be a leader."

Then he stood. The moon now hidden by clouds. Rain already beginning to pour.

And with that, Optimus Prime drove back to base. To the place that he knew could never replace home.

#optimus prime #megop #megatron #megatron x optimus prime #transformers #angst #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #transformers prime

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jessenitrogen · 1 year

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himbbbnmmmb (TF:Breaking Point)

HIS ASS CANNOT COMPREHEND HOW LUCKY HE FEELS

an e ways I wanted to render somethin for bulkhead cuz I love him and he deserves the world and more and and AUGGHHHGSSKJDN

and wheeljack blorb j wanted to draw a jackie blorb o

#transformers #tf #tf breaking point #maccadam #wheeljack #bulkhead #bulkhead x wheeljack #bulkjack #transformers prime #tfp #robots in disguise #rid #fan continuity #my art #jnart

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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Can you write another part for the Secret of the Primacy AU? I must know what happens next!

How will Ratchet react going his friend is actually gone?

How will the autobots react knowing they have been lead by one that is technically a child?

How will the decepticons and Megatron act?

Will Jack view Optimus differently because of his obsession?

How will poor Optimus feel with his big secret out?

Let there be angst!

Sorry this took so long to get to! I am absolutely flooded with requests and schoolwork at the moment. So apologies. But here it is! The next part to my second favorite au! Part 1 here, and part 2 here.

Innocent Sacrifice

It was not really intentional on Optimus's part, but even with the Matrix in his chassis, sometimes he needed to feel. And so after Jack was taken from base and kept away from him, the stability that Optimus had carefully constructed for his mind cracked.

All throughout the war Optimus kept himself in check by relying on the Matrix to suppress his emotions, doting on Bumblebee to distract himself, and drowning himself in enough guilt over simply existing for any of his own feelings aside from it to not matter. It was not healthy by any means, but the constant mental berating that he gave himself kept him in check. Day in and day out he chanted to himself a simple creed.

You do not deserve to feel, keep your emotions hidden, they do not matter.

The lives of others are more important than your own, they must always come first, even at your own expense.

Orion Pax should have lived and you should have died. Remember that and live only to honor him.

It was an easy creed to remember, and Optimus lived by it like gospel. But after having the Matrix lose its power after the Unicron incident, something slipped in Optimus's mind. Coding he had long kept dormant through an unholy mix of differing suppressors and extreme stress began to act up. And while he could have shut the coding down immediately and stopped it from doing anything if he had been aware of the need to keep it locked down, Optimus without his memory saw no need.

As such when Optimus regained his memories, he was left in a tough spot. He found himself falling deep into hyper-fixation and could do nothing to stop it even after he began getting back on his suppressors. His long dormant sparkling code which never had the chance to mature and grow into that of an adults acted upon what he saw. The coding urged him to seek out a guardian, a Sire, or a Nurturer. Someone, anyone to guide him and give him love. He was helpless to stop his fall into desperation once Jack was put before him and proclaimed to be like his Sire.

So when everything came crashing down and Jack was taken away from Optimus, he felt like everything was hopeless. He spiraled, his Prime coding unable to sway him and the Matrix incapable of stopping him as his sparkling coding reared its helm and demanded he lash out in an instinctual need to escape danger. And so he did, he lashed out at both himself and the team, his long suppressed coding overriding everything else in favor of getting what it needed and had been denied for far too long. After his initial mad ramble about how he couldn't fail Jack, Optimus grew angry at the team's prodding and demands for answers. He stood and in a burst of emotional rage told them the truth, not caring for the repercussions and just wanting to have something change.

Ratchet: Optimus! You need to tell us the truth!

Optimus: You want the fragging truth?! Fine! Here is your truth! No Prime has been chosen since the dawn of time!

Arcee: What does that even mean-!

Optimus: You think a mortal could bear this burden!? You think the average Cybertronian could endure the sins of our entire people!?

Bulkhead: Prime, you need to calm down-

Optimus: I was MADE for this! Born for this purpose and for no other! A sacrifice was offered and in return I came into being!

Bumblebee: Sire, please, we don't understand!

Ratchet: Orion, you aren't making any sense!

Optimus: Don't call me that! My name is OPTIMUS PRIME! I am NOT Orion! I never was!

It wasn't a very detailed reveal, but it got the point across fairly well. While Optimus fumed and marched off to go rage and then wallow over the fact that he gave his biggest secret up privately, the team stood in shock. It took a long while for the pieces to click into place, but when it did, everything hit them like a fright train. They didn't know everything, but they did gather that 1. Optimus and Orion were NOT the same person. 2. Orion died or otherwise was replaced by Optimus. 3. Optimus was by all accounts less than a millennia old if what he said was true and he was forged when Orion travelled to Primus's core.

The team were totally and completely flabbergasted by everything.

Optimus did not come out of his room for over a week afterward. His room was locked tight and barred from the inside. He didn't even come out for fuel, instead choosing starvation over having to face the team. He didn't communicate with anyone, not even over comm link, and kept his bond with Bumblebee firmly blocked off. He completely and totally isolated himself and the team were far too shocked to do much about it for the first few days.

Ratchet took the reveal the hardest. He didn't know how he should feel. Was anger the right response? After all, Optimus had lied to him and everyone else since the moment he came to the Autobots proclaiming himself Prime. Was sadness the proper thing to feel? His oldest friend had been dead for nearly a millennia and a literal sparkling had been thrust into the place Orion left behind. Or was he perhaps supposed to feel shock and pity? Optimus was obviously suffering and had been since the moment of his creation. He was a sparkling and had led them to war, killed countless soldiers, and made choices meant for mecha a thousand times his age. He had been forced to keep quiet and lie, never revealing anything or allowing himself to feel and be himself, a right all sparklings should be entitled to. What in the pits was he supposed to feel? Ratchet didn't know. But what he was certain of was that a sparkling was hurting more than he could ever imagine, and so for at least a little while, his own feelings needed to be put aside.

If all that remained of Orion was the broken sparkling that had been given the mantle of Prime, then Ratchet would do everything in his power to protect the legacy of his oldest friend. He could grieve at a later date, but at the moment a sparkling, the sparkling of Orion needed his aid.

Arcee was left conflicted but mostly shocked. She did not hold any grudges against Optimus for keeping his secret. She was well aware of the corruption of Cybertron's religious and political groups and she wouldn't have been at all surprised to learn that cruel mecha had manipulated and forced Optimus into lying and taking his role too soon. More than anything else, she wanted to help, to bring Optimus out of the mental prison he had locked himself in. And while she didn't know everything, she could guess based on his outburst that he had a great deal of self-loathing toward himself. It hurt her spark to imagine an actual sparkling hating being alive and being burdened with the weight of an entire world.

Bulkhead was less conflicted and more distraught. He always loved the little ones, so seeing his Prime suddenly break down and allow just a hint of his sparkling nature to shine through hurt him dearly. As Optimus raged he could see the pain, the desire, and the absolute desperation to be loved and seen in his optics. Bulkhead recognized his Prime was still powerful and so very wise, but he could also come to see the hurt and the scars that covered his commander, if not physically then mentally. He was not good with his servos, but he wanted to try and help, to fix things for his Prime if only in a small way. No one, sparkling or not, deserved to suffer so often and so greatly.

Bumblebee took time to himself to contemplate and ultimately came to the conclusion that Optimus, despite being only a little older than him, was still and would forever be his Sire and Prime. The Prime had raised him, sacrificed so much for him, and had gone above and beyond to care for him. What did age matter to their kind anyway? He was made a soldier at an age that those from times long past would have found abhorrent. At least for him, he had Optimus and plenty of others to rely on and had the chance to continue developing with their support. But Optimus? Optimus did not have that. He had to take every burden upon himself, every sin, every decision, and the pain of the entirety of the Autobots. No matter how old Optimus was, the burden was still greater than anything Bumblebee could imagine and he wanted to help. He wanted to give back a small portion of what he had received from the mech he called Sire.

As such a week and three days after Optimus cut himself off completely, Ratchet took command of the team and got a saw and Bulkhead on Optimus's door. It only took twenty minutes to bust the door down, but the sight that greeted them was enough to make the team take a step back.

Optimus was curled up in a ball in the corner of his room, claw marks and all sorts of cuts littering his frame. His walls were covered from top to bottom in terrifying scrawl which read out all the thing he had been told to do. Everything from remaining composed to never daring to believe that he was worth anything were written on the walls in what looked to be a mix of paint, ink, and energon. The Prime was totally silent and his gaze was locked on the wall opposite him, his optics dull and unfocused. Everything about the situation spoke of a severe mental breakdown and Ratchet only hesitated a moment before slowly coming near, fearful of causing Optimus to fly into a rage again or possibly hurt himself further.

Ratchet: Hey there... can you hear me Optimus?

Optimus: ...

Ratchet: We need to get you some energon and repairs. I am going to have to move you to the medical bay-

Optimus: *quietly* No...

Ratchet: ... That's fine, we can do the work here. But I need to see your frame.

Optimus: I don't want you to see...

Ratchet: Optimus, I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help. Please, let me make this right.

It took a bit of convincing and the team being sent away, but Optimus very hesitantly allowed Ratchet to work and patch up his wounds while giving him energon via IV drip. The Prime didn't move from his spot, his expression completely blank and broken right up until the work was done and Ratchet looked to him. The medic was careful not to move too fast or without warning, but in an act of love he gently pulled Optimus into a hug. And while it was such a small thing in the grand scheme of things, Optimus being so very starved for love and attention cried and held on to his medic and foster Sire desperately. He didn't want it to end, he wanted to continue feeling cared for even if it ended up being a lie later down the line.

Ratchet merely muttered sweet nothings and held the young Prime close to his chassis, allowing Optimus's helm to rest against him so that he might hear the thrum of his spark. The Prime soon enough fell back to his sparkling coding, the Matrix pushing all else aside to finally allow its bearer a chance to heal. Optimus ended up rumbling his frame in contentment and falling into much needed recharge leaning against his foster Sire with pleased mutters.

Once Optimus was out cold, he was carefully taken to the medical berth and hooked up to a proper IV and put under watch and heavy meds to ensure he didn't lose it again. All the while Ratchet remained nearby, always calming his Prime with a soothing brush of his field of a soft touch to Optimus's plating as he recharged. The rest of the team came by periodically to comfort Optimus as well as he thrashed in his recharge cycle. In the end Bumblebee curled up against his Sire's side as he recharged, and that was enough for Optimus to finally calm long enough to begin healing without the threat of tearing his welds open hanging over his helm.

When the children returned to base not long after, they were filled in and largely shocked. Jack most of all since he had been the receiver of much of Optimus's attention for months. The boy could hardly comprehend that the reason Optimus had focused so hard on him was not because of some dark purpose, but because the Prime just wanted his dad. He felt a bit weirded out at the thought of Optimus searching for some sort of parental affection from him, but upon being given the explanation, he understood to a degree. While it would take him a while to feel fully comfortable around the Prime again, he was not mad and in fact more sad for Optimus than anything else.

As for the Decepticons? They did not find out the truth of the matter for months after the reveal. And it was only because of Soundwave picking up on conversations that they were even made aware of Optimus's nature. Megatron didn't take it well at all.'

For millennia he had thought he was fighting against his wayward brother, but now he knew that he had only been tussling with a sparkling. A large part of him grieved for the loss of Orion, blaming Optimus for being the cause of his brother's death. Another smaller part felt disgusted with himself as he had struggled so greatly against one so young and been beaten time and time again by an actual infant. And yet deep down in a dark corner of his mind, Megatron wanted to take Optimus for himself in some twisted attempt to preserve what remained of Orion's legacy.

All in all, things changed greatly for both sides once the Primacy's greatest secret was brought to light.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #team prime #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #megatron #optimus prime #secret of the primacy au #hurt and comfort #this took so long but its finally done #hope yall like it

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noodleblade · 1 month

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Do you have any breakdown head-canons to share? I'd love to hear them

Of course I do:3 he's one of my silly fellas. I have headcanons for EVERYONE. Probably. Maybe. (I'm going with tfp Breakdown<3)

He's like the most normal guy on the Nemesis. However, he's so used to Knock Out's brand on insane that he is unfazed by the rest of the nuts jobs there for the most part. He knows how to stay in his lane and keep his head low.

I like the idea that he's into making stuff. I read a fic once where he made little sculptures and that's kind of stuck with me. He's probably not really good at it but he likes messin around with it.

He's very handy. Soundwave runs a tight-ship on the Nemesis and isn't keen on people Starscream messing around with things but Breakdown's proven to be useful and has been granted a limited permission to take care of any repairs.

That being said, I like to think Breakdown is Soundwave's unofficial favorite co-worker. He trusts him to do his job, keep it professional, not to try and start a coup d'etat. The ideal co-worker. Soundwave was actually probably a little saddened by Breakdown's death. One less functional co-worker.

He's not a trained medic nor nurse. Breakdown knows basic first aid which is better than nearly everyone else on the Nemesis but it's only because he's watched Knock Out repair him enough. Knock Out still prefers to do Breakdown's repairs himself but sometimes Breakdown feels guilty about coming back with injuries all the time and tries to take care of them himself. Knock Out can usually tell if he has attempted self-repair.

He's got a softness to him, especially with the vehicons and Knock Out. I like to think in his free time, if Knock Out is busy, he hangs with the vehicons. They trade stories, play stupid games, just kind of chill? He's a great boss to them.

He doesn't care all that much about racing, but he likes to watch Knock Out race and they have an open comm link so they can trade shitty jokes and bad puns back and forth. Breakdown can do this for hours if he's got a comfy spot to rest and ideally some energon to sip on.

Breakdown loves a good fight, even just sparring but can't really get that from Knock Out or the vehicons and certainly not Starscream. He always jumps at the opportunity to fight Bulkhead and doesn't want to closely examine what the hell that means. No introspection allowed there.

Breakdown is pretty selfless? Something something love language acts of service something something. He likes to treat Knock Out, is more than happy to pamper him but not so much the inverse. He feels...uncomfortable when he is the center of that type of attention. It's not...bad? but its...weird. He can acknowledge that it feels good to have someone take care of him but he can't get over the mental hurdle that he should be the one to do that for others, he doesn't need pampering, he doesn't deserve it. Again, not introspection to be found here.

He's not much into music, but he has a guilt pleasure of listening to audio books. Knock Out managed to snag him a bunch of earth novels and...he rather likes them. He'll listen to them on shift. He primarily likes adventure/action books but...the occasional romcom..is...not so..bad...and if he pictures himself and uh someone else there. Well, no one needs to know about that. Especially Knock Out.

#breakdown #tfp #transformers #headcanons #anonymous #asks #sorry for the wait its been a ROUGH week

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murderbot-fanimation-project · 4 months

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SPOTLIGHT ON:

Murderbot Fanimation Project Backgrounds!

(Part 2 of 3) (Jump to part [1] [3])

They may be the literal background of the finished product, but the backgrounds done for the Murderbot Diaries Fanimation Project deserve their time in the spotlight!

Part of what makes the Fanimation stand out as much as it does is the love, care, and attention to detail that the artists poured into the backgrounds. The team stuck closely to the source texts when designing the spaces, producing some beautiful pieces of art that deserve appreciation on their own.

You can watch the Murderbot Diaries Fanimation Project here.

In this part, we show off some of the backgrounds from the CombatSecUnit fight from Exit Strategy - by far the most complex and difficult scene we executed.

“The gate was a bulkhead that arched down from the domed ceiling, with pylons forming multiple doorways, each wide and high enough for big hauler bots. As we ran toward it, an air wall shimmered into place between the pylons… We were four meters away when hard barriers flowed up from the deck and smoothly closed the gates as I slid to a halt.”

(IDs are in alt text)

Docking Bay Wideshot - by @chimaerakitten

Stairs (top) - by @groovyleviathan

Docking Bay Doors (Interior) - by @chimaerakitten . Peep the behind-the-scenes version without the lighting.

Stairs (wide) - by @groovyleviathan

Crates - by @nirelaz (you can find more of the backgrounds Nirelaz did for this project here)

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #mbfanimationproject #behind the scenes #murderbot fanart #exit strategy #background art

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bravo4iscool · 3 months

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just a friend

ngl this took me probably two weeks to finish BUT IT’S HERE NOW

this is my first proper smut so please be kind to me (🧍🏼) and feel free to give tips🕺🏼

there’s too little full metal appreciation in this fandom and since i absolutely love him to death i just needed to write that🫡

also, thanks to my amazing beta @bumblebeesfromvenus !! she helped massively with this hehe.

word count: 3.8k

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!

(masterlist)

“She’s just a friend.” That’s what he told his friends when they asked about you, that’s what he told himself every single time he caught himself thinking about you.

“She’s nothing important.” That’s what he tried to burn into his brain even though he knew he’d always find his way back to you; it didn’t matter if he wanted to or not.

You were his drug; he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—live without you. He knew he would go crazy and jump into life head first.

When he sees you flirting with a man at the Bulkhead one night after he—once again—dumped you, his ability to think shuts down completely. He sees red, the grip around his beer bottle tightening. He’s never seen his knuckles that white.

“You good Metal?” Jason asks, concern swinging in his voice as he glances at his friend. “You look a bit pale.”

“‘m fine,” he grumbles while he tries to rip his gaze from you but it was like you’d cast a spell on him; he could practically smell your perfume even if you were over at the bar.

“Well,” Jason grunts and stands up. “You need a ride home?”

“Nah,” Scott swirls around the beer in his bottle. “I have my own car here. You can go.” He doesn’t pay his team leader a glance. He only has eyes for you.

“Then I’m wishing you a good night. Don’t be up too late, deployment’s not long away,” Jason warns before he gives Scott a pet on the shoulder and leaves. Now he was on his own.

He can‘t help but keep his eyes on you, waiting for the man to disappear. You were his; his only and he wouldn‘t lose you to some wannabe Private who thinks he’s better than the rest.

When he sees the man get too close to you for his liking he stands up with a grunt and struts over to the bar. He pushes him away and straightens his back to his full height. „Back off,“ he hisses, his fists clenching at his sides.

The Private angles his head to look at Scott and slightly swallows. Then he tries to glance at you but you’re only looking to the ground, more than ashamed. This was your chance to get laid and he just blew it. You knew you shouldn't have come here. It was risky coming to this bar. He was a frequent customer here, but it was too late now and your bad decision making skills came to bite you in the ass.

“Scott,“ you shake your head while gently pushing him away. „Leave him alone. This is none of your business.“ You glare at him but he makes no indication to move. Then you sigh and roll your eyes. „I‘m sorry Mark, I‘ll handle this,“ you tell your companion, your hand lingering on his bicep.

Scott feels like his head will explode. He was the only one you were allowed to touch like that. That excuse of a man was nothing compared to him. How did he even catch your attention?

You glare at Scott before you grab his arm and pull him along outside. Once you’re sure no one will hear you you look at him with an angry expression. „What is your problem? Why can‘t you just leave me alone?“ He doesn‘t say anything, which only makes you angrier.

„Seriously Scott, you told me what you think of me the last time we met, you don‘t have the right to play cock blocker for me now!“ Again, he doesn‘t answer and you feel your frustration growing. He only stares at you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Oh my god!“ you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. „You‘re being ridiculous, really!“ You shake your head as you try to pass him but then he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“He doesn‘t know how to treat you,“ he says in a low voice, his head bending down to look at you. „He doesn‘t deserve you.“

You huff and push his hand off you. „And you do?“

“Yes, I do.“

You stare at him for a second before you break out laughing. „Good joke, I’ll give you that.“ Then your gaze hardens again. „You don‘t know shit about me Scott. You never did.“

You turn to walk away again when he starts to speak up: „Your favorite color is red because the soccer team you grew up watching wears it. Whenever you’re nervous you fiddle with the ring on your left hand and when you’re excited you can‘t keep your feet still. You put salt in your coffee because you’re convinced that it’ll taste sweeter that way.“

You spin around, your eyes wide as you stare at him. How did he-

“Your favorite band is ABBA and you love to sing their songs when you shower. Also, you only eat pizza cold because according to you it tastes better that way.” Scott cocks his head then he slowly walks towards you. You swallow, unable to move.

“Do you really think I don’t know you?” he questions in a low voice when he finally reaches you, his calloused fingers lifting your face so that you properly look at him. „I know more about you than you might think… That's why I also know he isn‘t your type, is he?“

You try to avoid his gaze but he’s having none of it. „Look at me when I talk to you, c‘mon,“ he murmurs and you know that you can‘t not listen to him. So you do what he tells you to. „Just like that…“ he smirks.

„Why are you doing this?“ you question, the conflict you were fighting right now clearly showing in your eyes. „Why are you pushing me away, just to come crawling back to me?“ You can see his body tensing and before you can say anything else his lips crash against yours, his hands moving to your hips.

At first you’re perplexed, wanting to push him off you; this argument wasn’t finished but when he pulls you even closer into his bruising grip you’re a goner—once again.

You pant against his lips when he breaks the kiss and your hands fist his shirt. „You wanna, uh- take this to a room?“ you ask in a raspy voice and one second later he leads you to his truck and speeds away with you in his passenger seat.

You both stumble into Scotts apartment—kissing. He immediately pins you against the door, his fingers fiddling with your blouse. „Take it off before I rip it,“ he almost growls and you comply. With shaking hands you undo button after button under his watchful eyes.

Once the blouse is tossed aside he’s all over you again and you start to play with the hem of his shirt. „It‘s only fair you take yours off too,“ you mumble against his lips while your hands travel over the scarred skin of his abdomen.

Scott smirks as he steps away from you and pulls his shirt over his head. „Happy now?“ He cocks his head and you nod, your bottom lip between your teeth.

„Definitely happy; now come here.“ You step towards him and pull him down by his neck. Your lips clash again and his tongue slips in your mouth. You let out a muffled moan out at that and tilt your head back.

With skilled hands he lifts you up—his hand resting beneath your thighs—and walks straight to the bedroom. He carefully tosses you onto the bed and is all over you in a matter of seconds to start kissing you again.

“‘m gonna show you you don’t need anyone else,” he whispers against the skin of your throat, his hand beside your head to hold his weight. “‘m gonna fuck you so good you can’t help but come back to me.”

You let out a choked breath and bury your fingers in his short strands. “Please, Scott,” you whimper.

„Please what?“ he gives you a cocky grin as you feel an all familiar heat in your lower stomach. „Gimme words, love.“ His fingertips skim over your naked stomach and make you shiver. „Tell me what you want.“ They reach your jeans and without taking his eyes off you he opens them.

With gentle hands he lifts your hips up and pulls your pants off you. „Look at you,“ he coos. „So needy.“ As you writhe beneath his gaze, embarrassingly touch starved.

He starts to trail kisses from your chest down to your belly button, glancing up at you through hooded eyes. He has a painfully hard boner but tonight was all about showing you why you couldn’t leave him; no matter how often he pushed you away or you tried to leave on your own.

„Sc—Scott,“ you whine while your hands find their into his hair again, pulling at the strands. That rips a deep moan out of his throat and you feel yourself shudder. „Please.“

He chuckles against your skin and hooks one finger under your panties. „Patience,“ is all he says before he pulls them down and tosses them over his shoulder. „So wet already.“

He decides to tease you just a little more by kissing the skin around your dripping cunt, making you cry out for him. „Please,“ you beg but his big arms curl around your thighs to keep you still.

“Patience,“ he says again, continuing to kiss everything but your clit…

Scott can feel your frustration growing and he’s feasting on it. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, knowing he’s the only one who gets to make you feel like that.

And when he feels that you’re getting lost in all his teasing he decides to gently rub his thumb over your clit. Your body jolts at the sudden contact and you let out a breathy moan.

He smirks as he continues to kiss your thighs while his thumb on your clit fastens. „You like that?“ he asks, glancing up at you just to see you with your eyes shut, a tear or two glistening on your cheek.

He stops and pulls back. A frustrated whine rushes past your lips and you force your eyes open to look at him. „I asked you something,“ he cocks his head. „You like this? You want me to continue?“

You nod with an already shaking body but he doesn’t take it. “Words, dear. Gimme words.”

“Y-Yes,” your voice trembles with a sob and his thumb immediately returns to its business.

You can feel him smirk against the skin of your thighs. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” His stubble is surely irritating your skin but you don’t care. You’re only focused on your pleasure and his hands; and, fuck, did he know what he was doing.

“Please, please,” you beg when you feel how he inserts one finger and you squirm. “Scott, please.” But he doesn’t listen to your pleas, only keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his finger into your dripping cunt.

“I’ll make you fall apart,” he promises as he ruts his hips against the mattress to create some friction on his dick. God, he needed you so but he told himself he’ll make you come at least once, on his tongue or his fingers, before he fucks your brains out.

Tears gather in your eyes as you fist the bed sheets, crying out for Scott and your pleasure. You beg and beg and beg, your clit already swollen from the way he was rubbing and pinching it.

“Fuck,” you sob, throwing your head back and arching off the bed. “Please let me come. Please Scott.”

“You want to come?” he coos before he starts to suck on your clit, sending you to whole new dimensions. His tongue‘s flicking over your nub, making you cry out for him again.

You could feel that knot in your stomach tightening, almost snapping. „Fuck, right there,“ you stutter, followed by a loud moan. „Yes- right- Oh my god!“

Scott looks up at you the moment he starts to stimulate your g-spot. His eyes darken at your reaction and he’s certain he‘d come completely untouched at the sight.

Your body tenses and your vision fades to black when your orgasm finally ripples through you with such a force that you fear you‘ll pass out for real.

Scott only stares at you as if you‘d hung the stars, the moon and the sun. He knew he loved you but…he didn‘t want to admit it. He wasn‘t supposed to feel anything, especially for you…

As you look at Scott with hooded, tired eyes the fire in the pit of your stomach returns. You need the real thing. Now.

Your hands reach out for him, pulling him up by his face to kiss him, the faint taste of you on his tongue.

You decide to let your hands wander down his chest to his jeans. You opened them while he moans into the kiss and bucks his hips into your hand.

When you finally manage to pull his dick out of his boxers, pre cum is already dripping down the shaft and you lick your lips at the sight. “I got you all riled up, didn’t I?” you chuckle and kiss him again.

“Only for you darling,” he pants against your lips before he pulls back to properly get rid of his pants and boxers. He can feel you watching him and smirks. “You like what you see, huh?”

You nod and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. This man was doing things to you, oh god…

When he crawls over you once again, he holds his weight on one arm beside your head while he uses his other to pull your thigh up and wrap it around his waist.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” he promises as he kisses down your neck, teasing you once again. “You’re gonna be good for me, right?”

You eagerly nod, unable to wait any longer. “Please Scott,” you whine, your hand reaching down between you two but he’s quick to grab it, pining it above your head.

“Tsk tsk,” he shakes his head. “You’ll take what I give you love,” he tells you in a whisper, his lips brushing the shell of your ear which causes you to moan. “Just like that.”

When he finally pushes his cock inside your wet cunt you can’t stop the strings of moans leaving your lips. “Oh- oh god,” you cry out.

“No god here darling. Only me,” Scott says with a cocky grin, his eyes fixated on you. Slowly he sinks further into you with a groan. “You’re taking me so good,” he praises you, bending down to kiss you. “Only for me, right?”

You nod again, already a moaning mess before he even properly started to pound into you. “Only for you.”

“That’s right,” he rasps out when he starts to move his hips, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room in a matter of seconds. He groans and curses as he pounds into you, one hand on your thigh to keep them around his waist.

You shut your eyes, mouth wide open as his cock bullies in and out of your pussy, letting you see stars. Scott knew what to do to get your body onto new heights; he knew you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, tears already brimming in your eyes from the brutal pace he was setting.

His grip on your thigh was bruising, his short nails digging into your skin. But, you were too focused on your pleasure, his cock, his body. You could worry about the bruises later…

“Look at you,” he groans. “All pretty and fucked out for me.”

Your legs quiver as you cry and your hands claw at his shoulders, not knowing where up and down was. “Fuck, so- so good,” you moan, yelping as he suddenly picks you up and turns you both around.

He pops his back up against the headboard while his hands slide to your hips, making sure to keep his cock inside you. „Go on,“ he pants. „Ride me darling.“

And you do. God, you didn‘t know you could experience such pleasure. You were bouncing up and down on his thick cock while you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, throwing your head back in bliss.

„Only I can make you feel like that, am I right?“ He looks at you with hooded eyes, his hands squeezing your plush hips. You nod in a haze, your vision already blurry from the orgasm threatening to crash over you.

„Thought you were a good girl,“ he murmurs, stopping your hips from moving. „Are you good for me?“

“Y-yes,“ you stutter, catching your breath while you try to move your hips again but Scott‘s grip is hard and bruising; he makes sure to keep you still.

„Then why are you not using words, huh?“ he wants to know, tilting his head to the side as if his cock half buried in you wouldn’t bother him. You felt like if you‘d move right now you’d come immediately.

When you open your mouth but words won’t come out he starts to smirk. “Say you’re my good girl, c’mon.”

“‘m your-“ he starts to guide your hips down onto his cock again, making you moan out loud. “‘m your…g-good girl.”

“Yea, that’s right,” he pants while you bend down to intertwine your lips in a kiss. „And you’re gonna come for me now, isn’t that right?“ he mumbles against your lips, one hand reaching down to your clit to start rubbing it.

He moans when you clench around him, crying out, „Please.“

“I know, I know,“ he groans, throwing his head back. „Come for me baby. Come on my cock,“ he pants when he feels your walls tighten around him again, letting him see stars.

You whimper and your legs are weak already but you keep riding him, chasing for your release. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you which only causes you to moan even more.

„Scott- Scott!“

„Say my name,“ he grits out. „Say it again love. C‘mon“

And how can you deny him something when he’s taking you to whole new dimensions? „Scott, please,“ you cry, your grip on his shoulders tightening. „Fuck.“

Your hips are slamming down on his cock, the tip of it almost kissing your cervix. And the way he was stimulating your clit drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Shit,“ he curses when also he finally drives towards his release, trying to hold it back to make you come first but he didn‘t know if he could manage.

„Want you to come inside,“ you rasp out while you look at him, licking your lips. His cock throbs at your sentence.

He stares up at you, not knowing what to say at first. „Want me to knock you up, huh?“ he then asks, his hand leaving our clit to guide your hips up and down. „Do you want my babies so bad?“

You nod and kiss him again, your arms finding their way around his neck to pull him closer. „Want your babies,“ you confirm as you kiss down his neck.

“How can I deny that, mhh?“ he pants while hugging you close to him. With a yelp from you he turns you both around again. Once you’re on your back he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you with a fast and steady rhythm.

You writhe and moan, trying to get a hold of him, but he just takes your hands and pins them above your head without any effort. „You want my babies? You‘ll get my babies.“ He ruts his hips against yours, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

„Come for me,“ he groans into your ear and you do. You let out a loud moan, pretty sure his neighbors heard it, and your walls spasm around his cock. His one hand starts to stimulate your clit again while he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Just like that. Scream my name, c‘mon.“

„S-Scott, oh my god!“ Your hands struggle under his grip as your whole body shudders. „Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ His cock keeps hitting that spot inside you and for a second you’re afraid you‘ll never get down from this high.

He only pants and grunts, chasing his own orgasm, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their rhythm. „Gonna fill you up good, baby,“ he promises; seconds later a deep moan rushes past his lips and he paints your walls white.

He stays inside you for a second to catch his breath; then he pulls out and lets himself fall down beside you, his chest heaving.

You glance at him from the side, your vision still blurry but you have a smile on your face. When he turns his head to look at you too, there's also a faint smile on his face.

He doesn‘t say anything, just grunts when he rises from the bed. „‘m gonna get a towel, you wait here.“ He leaves and returns a minute later with a damp cloth in his hand.

With gentle touches he cleans you up, dragging the cloth over your body while he admires it. „You look beautiful,“ he mutters, eying you for a second before he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You smile again and reach for his hand, your thumb caressing his knuckles. „You too.“ His eyes fall onto your almost intertwined hands and he takes yours into his properly.

There‘s something in his eyes you‘ve never seen before. “Come back to bed Scott,” you say while tugging on his hand and he listens.

He tosses the cloth away and climbs into bed beside you. You scoot closer to him, surprised when he puts his arms around you to pull you closer.

You let out a satisfied sigh and let yourself sink further into his embrace. It was rare he showed affection like this, so this moment was important for you.

„I‘m sorry,“ he mumbles into your hair while his fingers trace random patterns onto your skin. „I know I don‘t deserve you…“ You can hear the pain in his voice and glance up at him. „I don‘t know why I can‘t…give you what you need…“ His voice gets quieter at the end and you almost miss it.

“All I need is you Scott.“ You pop yourself up on your elbows so you can look at him better. „I don‘t need anything else.“ Your hand gently cups his cheek. „There‘s a reason I chose you out of all people, you know…“

You can feel how he hesitates, the man who usually was confidence in person suddenly being speechless. “How can you have all of me when I’m always gone?” he questions as he looks at you.

“Well I’m already living like that, no?” you fire back a question with a smile. “As long as I know you’ll return to me I’ll be able to cope with it.” You keep the ‘in a casket or not’ for yourself while you lean in to connect your lips in a slow and tender kiss.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips, burying his hands in your hair.

“I love you too.”

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Transformers with an S/O who is RIDICULOUSLY affectionate. Kissing every inch of their face and improvising ballads in the gooiest baby voice type of thing

Hey anon! Thanks for the request. I’m going to assume you wanted me to write the TFA variant of Transformers since that’s primarily what I write, but if I’m wrong and you wanted IDW/G1/Bayverse/Prime or something, just let me know and I’ll write a new one when I get the chance. Assume that reader is human. Here's your headcanons <3

Optimus Prime: Doesn’t really know how to handle it when it first starts. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, but he’s spent most of his life being walked all over and rejected by others, so for someone to love him so openly and not be embarrassed about it... Wow. It has him taken aback. Once he gets used to it, he reciprocates, holding your hand all the time and kissing the top of your head every few minutes. Admittedly, you can be very over the top about it in his opinion, but you’re unabashed way of showing how much you love him makes him feel so secure and loved in your relationship that he can’t help but like it regardless of the fire-like blush that takes over his cheeks whenever you sing a love song to him or use the baby voice in front of the other Autobots.

Ratchet: Like Optimus, he doesn’t know how to handle it, but instead of begrudgingly accepting with time it he immediately starts forcing himself to reciprocate. He knows that what you have is special and that no one- bots, cons, or humans- is guaranteed a lot of time, so he shouldn’t mess around with you, especially now that he’s getting older. Eventually he gets as obnoxious as he can about it, always keeping a hand on your back and calling you sweet terms of endearment like “sweetspark” and “dear” in front of everyone else. The other bots don’t comment on it because 1) they’re happy that Ratchet finally has something nice going for him, and 2) they don’t want him to get embarrassed and stop loving on you the way you deserve.

Bumblebee: Openly adores it- and openly adores you. Most would argue that he’s actually worse about the PDA than you are. You keep the other Autobots from recharging at night with your loud compliments and singing to each other, but Bumblebee doesn’t care. One of his favorite things to do is pick you up, spin you around, and hug you as tight as he can without crushing you.

Bulkhead: Loves it but is also super embarrassed by it, too. He gets super flustered and quiet when you do it whether it’s in front of the other Autobots or in private. He isn’t sure how to reciprocate through music or physical affection or even words, but he’s sure to make you plenty of art pieces to make sure you know that he appreciates you and how much you love him when you could’ve chosen literally anyone else.

Prowl: Isn’t sure how to cope at first because you’re his first relationship and your affection can be very... Intense. He’s never really done this with anyone else and isn’t sure if it’s normal for Cybertronians to be so affectionate with their conjunx, let alone humans to be with their partners. He’s a lot more subtle than you are, keeping a servo on your back or shoulder and sitting super close to you rather than singing you songs or yelling to the rooftops about how much he loves you. Still, he does love you very much and learns to at least accept the affection you offer.

Sentinel Prime: Pretends that he hates it but actually loves it and will indulge in private. In front of others, he shrugs you off with crossed arms and scolds you for PDA. In private, he follows you around like a lost puppy and whines like one too any time you’re not touching him. His favorite way to be touching you is to be holding you in his arms and have you curled up against his chest so you can hear his spark beat.

Jazz: Doesn’t reciprocate with nearly the same intensity and is a lot more chill, but he loves singing your songs with you. His favorite thing is when you cling to his arm and press a kiss against his shoulder plate, or when you ask to sit on his shoulder plate so you can wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek over and over again in that cute way you do.

Ultra Magnus: He’s one of the only ones that it makes legitimately uncomfortable when you’re in front of others. He thinks it makes him look unprofessional and that it makes the Decepticons and his subordinates alike unable to take him seriously. However, once you’re in private again, he’ll apologize for not taking your affection as openly as he feels he would be able to were it not for his position.

Megatron: Absolutely adores it and has no problem with you doing it in front of other people or mechs- encourages it, even, just to make sure that everyone knows you belong to him. While he’s not quite as goofy and sunshine-esque about it like you are, he has no problem returning your physical affections and offering you the occasional serenade, even if he prefers to shower you in expensive gifts more than anything.

Starscream: Teases you for being so needy and clingy all while hyping up how great he must be to be receiving so much affection, but were you to stop he’d be absolutely heart broken. He’s a huge dick about it. The songs do embarrass him, though, he’s more into the cuddles and kisses aspect of it.

Lugnut: A lot like Bumblebee, he absolutely adores it. The only time he might discourage it would be while he’s busy talking to Megatron about Decepticon-work matters, and even then, it’s hard for him to do. He’s one of the few who find the baby voice to be the cutest most precious thing on the planet, as he asks you to do it unprompted most days.

Blitzwing: It depends on which personality he’s sporting at the moment. Icy begrudgingly accepts the affection but doesn’t reciprocate, Hothead pretends that he hates it but his love for it is very thinly veiled as he’ll claim that he can’t stand it one second only to cling to you the next, and Random 100% is obsessed with it (and with you) to the point where your love songs for him always end up turning to duets and he’ll ditch important Decepticon-work matters just to cuddle you for a little longer.

Blackarachnia: She reacts a lot like Sentinel does despite hating him and everything he is, she’s just not as flustered or angry about it. While she rejects your goofy songs and frequent kisses in front of Autobots and Decepticons alike, she eats it up when the two of you are either in private or in front of people whose opinions she doesn’t care about. However, if someone else has shown interest in you recently or something, she encourages your affections a little more than she normally would to get the point across to whoever it is that you’re taken.

Lockdown: Eh, he doesn’t really care one way or the other. He’s content that you love him so much but he’d be just as content if you expressed it any other way too- gifts, kind words, favors, etc. He does occasionally try to make the effort to initiate physical contact because he knows you like it but he’s always been more into doing favors for his partners to express his affection as the mushy physical affection is a little over the top for him to feel comfortable doing.

Swindle: It’s not really his thing tbh, he’s always preferred receiving gifts (or money) from significant others as a display of their affection. He allows you to do it because he loves you and wants you to be happy, but while he doesn’t hate touch, it certainly isn’t his preference. His favorite part is probably the songs you sing him, which he frequently records without your knowledge. Don’t tell him I told you that lmao.

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