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Micro prompts, eh? Can I interest you in something Shock/Blurr, perhaps with a side of dildo stuffing? C;<

Ask and thou shalt receive! (in the same “universe” as this one. Decepticon Convert!Blurr for EVERYONE. :D)

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Blurr arched his back, struggling against the restraints holding him.

"It is indeed." Shockwave murmured. There was the sound of things being placed on a table, and old habits made Blurr’s fight-or-flight protocols engage. Shockwave heard the whirring of battle systems and looked over his shoulder.

"There’s no need to panic. I promise it will be… invigorating."

Blurr forced his systems to go back into stasis and shifted again. What was Shockwave planning? He got his answer when Shockwave turned to face him, revealing the table and items sitting on it. Blurr’s optics went wide.

"Are those…" He didn’t finish voicing his question. He was focused on the array of dildos laid across the table like a buffet. Shockwave picked up a slender, smooth turquoise one and turned it idly in a servo.

"You have expressed interest in interfacing with me many times, but I’m afraid that it is not currently possible, given our difference in frame size, and the fact that Decepticon spikes are significantly larger than Autobot spikes. However, with some training," he advanced on the former AutoBot, "we can condition your frame to accept a Decepticon spike. Specifically my spike. Would you like me to help you train, Blurr?"

Blurr looked at the dildos again and felt the first wave of heat ripple behind his panel. He loved when Shockwave made a game out of his integration. He smiled and cocked his head, rattling his chains.

"I like that sound of that. Let’s do it."

Shockwave’s chest rumbled, pleased as Blurr let his panel slide open, revealing his valve. Although his new paint job was black and purple, Blurr’s valve remained its original pearly white with a blue exterior node and bright blue biolights lining the inside walls. Shockwave had insisted on leaving his valve colors alone. ‘Exquisite’ he had called it, flattering Blurr for the first time in a long time.

Blurr opened his legs wider, feeling a bead of lubricant gathering at his entrance as Shockwave rubbed the head of the dildo over Blurr’s valve lips. The scientist hummed when Blurr attempted to shift further down the table and get the dildo inside him.

"Eager to get on with it?" Shockwave asked, easing the false spike into Blurr, optic fixed on his would-be mate’s valve, watching the pretty blue biolights light up the inside. The spike wasn’t big enough to fill Blurr up, which was good. He would need more room for others.

"You are aware of what I’m going to do to you?" Shockwave asked. Blurr nodded and vented slowly, welcoming the feel of a spike in him. It had been a while since he had taken one, even a false one.

"I have an idea. I’m all for it." He said with a grin. Shockwave pushed the spike all the way in until it was completely inside Blurr, and then turned to grab another. This time he chose a green one with bumps on the sides.

"You’re going to look beautiful with all these spikes inside you." Shockwave said, sliding the green spike in alongside the turquoise one. Blurr shivered a little. Shockwave had made sure that the bumps were pressed up against his nub.

"Jealous?" Blurr teased, inhaling sharply when Shockwave tugged on the green spike, making the bumps rub against him.

"Of you or the spikes?" Shockwave answered, making Blurr smile. The scientist pushed the green spike back in and retrieved another. It was white like Blurr’s valve, and it was wider at the base than it was at the head. Shockwave began pushing it into Blurr’s valve and met resistance for the first time, in spite of the rivulets of lubricant running down from Blurr’s valve onto his aft and the table.

"Okay now I’m starting to feel it." Blurr said nervously, lifting his head to look down. His valve wasn’t very big to begin with, but with two spikes shoved inside and a third attempting to enter as well, it felt smaller than usual.

"Trust me, dear one. It will be alright. Just relax." Shockwave purred, pushing the spike in more. His engine rumbled at the sight of Blurr’s valve stretching around the third spike, opening up further as the spike’s size increased down the shaft.

Blurr was tempted to protest. The stretching feeling was starting to be unpleasant and he felt his charge waning. Shockwave’s optic fell on his face.

"Uncomfortable?" Shockwave asked, running a clawed servo down Blurr’s purple stomach. The smaller mech shivered, biting down on a lip component.

"A little bit."

Shockwave’s claw brushed further down, the back of it grazing Blurr’s node. A jolt of charge ran up Blurr’s spinal strut and he gasped, feeling his valve clench and then relax.

"Are you sure?" Shockwave purred, twisting the bumpy spike and making Blurr gasp again. A few beads of lubricant squeezed their way out between the false spikes, allowing Shockwave to push the white spike all the way in.

Blurr’s plating was rattling as he shook, his servos curled into fists above his head. He let his head drop back onto the table, his fans kicking up a notch. Three spikes were stuffed inside his valve, something he never thought would ever happen (he wasn’t ashamed of the fact that he had imagined it happening, and that most of the time one of the spikes had belonged to Longarm Prime). The charge that had built and waned was building once again, and another gush of lubricant pressed against the spikes.

Now Shockwave was preparing to breach him with a fourth spike. It was bright orange and looked like several strands of silicone woven together. With the green spike sitting at the top of his valve and the other two sitting below it, the orange spike was positioned at the bottom.

Blurr’s back arched and he whined as the head popped inside, some of the gathered lubricant spilling out onto the table. Shockwave ran a claw through the stickiness and lifted it to Blurr’s face.

"Tell me how you taste." Shockwave said, purring when Blurr eagerly licked his own fluids from Shockwave’s claw, sucking on the tip of it. He moaned as more of the orange spike was forced inside him.

"G-great." He stuttered. Shockwave gave his helm a pet before refocusing his attention on Blurr’s valve, which was almost stretched to capacity. The orange spike was only half way in, and Shockwave had a goal of getting at least 5 inside his mate that cycle.

"You’re doing so well." Shockwave praised him after Blurr made a small sound of pain.

"I don’t know how much more will fit." Blurr panted, squirming and lifting his head again.

"You’re at three and a half. I want to get to five."

Blurr’s optics widened in fear.

"Five??" He squeaked, back arching when his valve stretched open more. It felt like he was going to break.

"Yes five. What you’re feeling right now is about the size of a low-ranking Decepticon spike." He leaned over Blurr, putting them optic to optic. "I am not a low-ranking Decepticon." He rumbled. Blurr shivered, both made anxious and aroused by the new information. He leaned up and gave Shockwave’s face a small kiss.

"T-then let’s keep going." He said, the shake in his voice a result of nerves and the shake of his frame the result of his growing charge.

Shockwave pushed the orange spike the rest of the way in without warning, reveling in the choked wail from Blurr, his optic tracking the washer fluid tears that leaked from his mate’s optics.

"Now you’re at four. One more." Shockwave said, antlers twitching. Seeing Blurr like this, valve stuffed full of spikes and gushing lubricants all over the table, his mouth hanging open and tears running down his cheeks… Shockwave could feel a bit of a charge building in his own frame.

It was not yet his turn however, he gently reminded himself. Blurr wasn’t ready. His turn would come later.

Picking up the last spike—a yellow one that looked more like a stack of balls than anything—Shockwave stuck the tip of a claw inside Blurr between the four spikes, creating a hole for the new spike.

"Ahh… Shockwave, nng…" Blurr sobbed, lifting his head again. He just had to see.

"I’ll let you see in a moment, dearest. Patience." Shockwave crooned, knowing how much Blurr loved seeing himself being pleasured in a mirror.

With an agonizingly slow push, the head of the yellow spike found its way inside Blurr. The former Autobot yelled, his back arching off the table completely.

"SHOCKWAVE! OH PRIMUS." He shouted, his frame trembling so much that Shockwave almost wanted to restrain him further to keep him from shaking himself right off the table.

"Yes pet, I’m here." Shockwave purred, "You are so gorgeous, stuffed full and leaking everywhere. I wish I had a glossa to lap all of it up." The yellow spike went further and Shockwave finally heard what he was waiting for; the click of realigning plating. He watched Blurr’s valve recalibrate itself to accompany the spikes, the plating sitting around the rim shifting out of the way and letting his valve expand more. The yellow spike slid in further.

"Almost there." Shockwave said, listening to Blurr gasp and sob. With a few more gentle nudges, the yellow spike seated itself inside Blurr fully. Shockwave pulled the mirror forward and angled it so Blurr could see himself.

"You see how your plating has shifted? That’s what this training is for. It allows your valve to expand more and take more of a girth."

Blurr could give a frag what his valve was doing. All he wanted at this point was to overload, but Shockwave loved the science aspect of interface more than he loved interface itself. Blurr lifted his head and groaned at the sight of himself in the mirror. His valve had NEVER been stretched that wide before, and all those spikes were actually staying inside of him. He felt his overload starting to crest and moaned loudly, letting his head fall back again.

Then Shockwave pushed the button on the bottom of the yellow spike. As soon as the toy started vibrating, Blurr screamed, his overload hitting him hard and making lubricant squirt through the small gaps between the spikes. Shockwave’s engine roared, his frame buzzing with charge as a few drops landed on his stomach.

As soon as Blurr’s overload began winding down, and his gasps started sounding painful, Shockwave shut off the vibrating toy and eased it out, watching as a bubble of lubricant followed it. One by one, he pulled the spikes out of Blurr’s valve, setting them back on the table behind him. Blurr was still a little gone, but by the time the turquoise spike slid out of him on its own, he was starting to reboot.

"Fragging Primus above." Blurr cursed, his vocalizer a little static-y. Shockwave picked up a cleaning cloth, wiping Blurr down and cleaning the table beneath him as best he could.

"You did so well, Blurr." Shockwave said, releasing the chains from around Blurr’s wrists and lifting him off the table with one arm. Blurr curled against his chassis, still panting as Shockwave finished cleaning the table, not having the energy to shut his valve panel just yet.

"You did so wonderfully." Shockwave continued to praise him. "A few more sessions of this and soon, your valve will recalibrate automatically, and you will be able to fully take my spike, just like you want."

Blurr smiled up at him, clearly exhausted.

"Can those sessions wait until later?"

Shockwave chuckled and nuzzled the top of his helm, putting down the cloth and holding Blurr tight with both arms, carrying his mate to their berth for a much deserved recharge session.

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Request @ blurrberrybutt The power of blurrs cuteness is too much for shockwave! #shadowbiteart #tfa #blurr #shockwave #shockblurr #shockwavexblurr #blurrxshockwave #tfablurr #tfashockwave #blurristoocute

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The power of blurrs cuteness is too much for shockwave! #shadowbiteart #tfa #blurr #shockwave #shockblurr #shockwavexblurr #blurrxshockwave #tfablurr #tfashockwave #blurristoocute

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"Th-that's too much-!" Blurr babbled, even as his legs slipped wider. Shockwave stroked a single claw down his back, rumbling quietly. "Hush." Blurr bit his lip but could not hold back his wail as yet another egg slipped through him, valve convulsing at the size. His arm trembled with the weight of his frame as Shockwave reached between his legs to massage the outer folds, loosening him further. He had only laid three of a brood of seven, but he could already feel another overload approaching.

LAWD HAVE MERCY.

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TMI tuesday uh okay: Blurr gasped and whined, a high and reedy noise that made all of Shockave's sensors light up. "I-it's too much, please Sir please I-!" "Shh," Shockwave nuzzled against his back, "only three more." Blurr quaked but did his best to stifle any more complaints, the synthetic spheres Shockwave was slowly slipping into his valve shifting slightly with each frame-wracking pant. His stomach bulged. "If you truly want to carry my brood," Shockwave purred, "you must first practice."

[HIGH PITCHED KEENING NOISE]

YES. I need all the Shockwave and Blurr “practice sessions”. I NEED THEM. Bless you for this. OwO

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More: Blurr gripped the edge of the table hard, trying his best to ignore the increasing desire to beg for Shockwave's mercy. His stomach, stretched and trembling, bobbed against the edge and he keened despite himself, the fake eggs moving inside his overstuffed valve. Shockwave looked up from his reading in the living room. "Dear?" Swallowing his desperation, Blurr picked up the cubes he had been preparing and turned back to him. Shockwave's optic roamed his frame happily. "Dinner is ready!"

[EYES POP OUT OF MY SKULL]

PREGGERS HOUSEWIFE BLURR???? EEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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And more:"Is it time?" Shockwave was stroking across Blurr's back as his pet shook, knees knocking together in an effort to keep his panels closed. "Yes!" Blurr's voice was strained and edged with static fuzz, charge unbearably high. Moving him over to the makeshift next beside their berth, Shockwave eased him into a squat, pointedly prodding his valve cover. Copious amounts of lubricant immediately poured fourth, followed by the pale nose of a false egg between his folds. Blurr came instantly.

Here lies Riley. June 8th, 1993 - October 14th, 2014.

Death by Blurr laying eggs and overloading because of it.

[elderyautjavegeta]

TFP Ratchet/Ultra Magnus: "This isn’t exactly what I had in mind." and TFA (consensual!) Shockwave/Blurr: "Can I tell you a secret?"

JFC y u do dis… UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE FICS GET LONG WHEN I WRITE THEM FROM SCRATCH WITH NO PLANNING.

Ratchet/Ultra Magnus (established because I can): “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind”

[When I said I wanted to get out of the base for a while, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.] Ratchet said over the comms. Ultra Magnus had insisted that Ratchet come along with him on the evening’s patrol, and Ratchet only. They were currently driving down the long winding road, and while Ratchet had noticed a while back that they were traveling extremely far from the base, he wasn’t going to say anything. Ultra Magnus was in charge of patrols now. If patrols now included the areas outside of Jasper, then that was how it was going to be.

[What did you expect to do?] Ultra Magnus comm’d back. Were Ratchet in robot mode, he would have shrugged.

[I don’t know. Not patrol. I have better things that I could be doing with my time you know.]

Ultra Magnus’s comm line remained silent for some time after, puzzling the older bot. Was it something he said?

Ratchet had to pull a sharp turn when Magnus suddenly went off-road, heading towards the edge of a cliff. Ratchet felt like he shouldn’t be concerned, but he was, so he cleared the comm link.

[And where exactly are you going?]

Once again, he was ignored, and it was starting to get irritating already. Magnus never ignored him. He could be cryptic when he wanted to be, and sometimes purposely chose to not answer questions, but blatantly ignoring his mate?

They reached the edge of the cliff and Ultra Magnus stopped, transforming and not looking at Ratchet. The medic transformed as well, feeling a firm talking-to coming on.

"Would you like to explain to me why you’ve suddenly decided not to talk to me?" He asked, hands on his hips. Magnus still wasn’t looking at him, but at least he didn’t look angry (like Ratchet knew he did).

"I’m sorry you have more important things to do," Magnus said, finally throwing a glance at the smaller bot, "but I wanted to show you something."

Ratchet huffed.

"And you couldn’t have just told me that? What could possibly be—" He was cut short by Magnus actually grabbing his chin and turning his head, and when he realized what he was looking at, his vocalizer cut off.

"They call it the Vegas Strip." Magnus said softly, releasing his hold on Ratchet.

Ratchet knew about Las Vegas, but he had never seen it at night. Primus, it was beautiful. All the different colored lights, moving and shifting and making the city seem like it was alive. Well, more alive than it already was, with all the humans walking around and driving automobiles on the roads. Even from their spot high on the cliff, Ratchet could hear the music and all the background noise of the city.

"I wanted to show it to you because it very much reminded me of home." Magnus said. "The way it used to be."

Ratchet looked over at his mate, seeing the tired look on his face. Quietly he reached out and touched Magnus’s shoulder, smiling at him when Magnus looked down at him.

"I appreciate you showing me." He said, his spark warming when Magnus smiled back. There was no rush to return to base at the moment, so the two bots sat down on the edge of the cliff, letting their legs dangle, and continued to watch the mesmerizing Las Vegas Strip lights.

God help me. If I ever learn to write TFP Magnus properly, it’ll be a miracle.

Shockwave/Blurr (consensual relationship AU): “Can I tell you a secret?”

Blurr sat as still as possible, not wanting to mess anything up. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, but gods it felt like an eternity. Of course it would, seeing how he lived his life at 200 miles an hour. Sitting still for any amount of time was basically torture, not that he knew what torture was like--

"I said don’t move."

Blurr hadn’t realized that his leg was bouncing and immediately froze at the sound of the commanding voice, staring straight ahead, avoiding the single red optic leering at him from the chair next to him. A few more kliks went by and he managed to stay still. A pleased hum vibrated through him.

"There. Finished."

Shockwave stood up and moved to stand in front of Blurr. Blurr hated how he couldn't tell what Shockwave was thinking. It was hard to read emotions from an optic that never changed.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Shockwave said, leaning down so he was close to Blurr. The former Autobot nodded.

"I have often imagined what you would look like in Decepticon colors. It was a sort of fantasy of mine, you could say."

Blurr could at least hear the smile in his voice so he smiled back. Shockwave moved away again, turning the large mirror around for Blurr to see.

"What do you think?"

Blurr stood and looked at himself. In spite of his clawed servos, Shockwave had done a beautiful job on his paint. At first glance, Blurr felt his throat seize up at the sight of the purple and black covering his body, but he forced himself to calm. That was an old automatic reaction. He had chosen this new life for himself, so he smiled.

"I think... it's going to take some getting used to." He admitted, making sure he said things slowly. Shockwave was teaching him to speak slower, so others could understand him better. He had never realized that it was hard to understand him in the first place.

"But of course, pet." Shockwave purred, large claws finding a place on Blurr's shoulders as Shockwave moved to stand behind him. Blurr always felt so small next to him, had always felt small next to him, even back when Shockwave was Longarm Prime. Then again, Blurr was a small mech to begin with and Shockwave, well... wasn't.

"Making the transition will be hard for you, but I will be here to help you. Would you like that?" Shockwave purred, leaning down again next to Blurr's face. Blurr resisted the urge to nuzzle the other mech. Shockwave was always so warm, but affection wasn't something he gave easily or appreciated being given...

"Yes I'd like that." Blurr said, smiling. Shockwave cocked his head, a gesture that Blurr had learned to interpret as 'pleased'.

"Very good." Shockwave said, servos gently moving down Blurr's arms. His engine was purring happily and Blurr dared to let his own engine purr in return. Oh how he hated not being able to read his chosen mate/would-be mate since it wasn't official yet.

To his surprise, Shockwave began nuzzling the side of his helm, making that vibrating humming noise again.

"Seeing you like this, in my native colors, is quite pleasing to me." Shockwave said, his servos moving to clasp onto Blurr's newly-painted black hips. Blurr smiled again.

"I'm happy you like it." He said, his intake stuttering when Shockwave pulled him closer, pressed against his too-hot frame.

"Would you like me to show you how much it pleases me?" Shockwave rumbled, his servos beginning to wander into exposed wiring and joints, making Blurr's fans turn on.

Blurr pressed into the touches, at first slightly embarrassed that he could see everything in the full-length mirror, but then suddenly, it was like a switch flipped, and Blurr was smiling at himself in the mirror, watching his body move with Shockwave's.

"Can we keep the mirror up?" He asked, feeling extremely smug when Shockwave's engine gave a roar.

WASN'T SURE HOW TO END THIS ONE BECAUSE IT WAS TURNING INTO PORN AND IT IS TOO DAMN LATE FOR THAT.

Maybe one day... mmmm Blurr in purple and black. =w= What a lovely thought~

HOPE YOU LIKE.

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Domesticity meme: Blurr/Shockwave *w*

Oh maaaaaaaaaan. o_o My mind automatically goes to pet!verse, so that’s what you’re getting. A less intense version of that anyway. More like Shockwave took Blurr in and takes care of him now.

who cooks normally?: Blurr does, but if he’s really good, Shockwave will make him something special, something that Blurr's never been able to figure out how to make.

how often do they fight?: Never. They hardly have anything to fight about, because they’re happy. SW: “You are happy, aren’t you Pet.” B: “Oh yes. [nods with a smile]”

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: They’re never away from one another. Shockwave doesn’t let Blurr out of his sight.

nicknames for each other?: Shockwave of course calls Blurr ‘pet’, and sometimes he’ll call him ‘love’. Blurr calls Shockwave ‘master’ mostly, but on rare occasions, he’s allowed to say Shockwave’s name.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Shockwave always does. It’s his job to take care of Blurr.

who steals the covers at night?: Blurr does, but Shockwave doesn’t mind. He doesn’t need them or use them anyway.

what would they get each other for gifts?: Shockwave gets Blurr whatever he wants, and all Blurr has to do is love Shockwave in return. He does that without hesitation.

who remembers things?: Shockwave remembers generally important things, while Blurr remembers little things that are important to HIM, like the first time Shockwave said his name, or the first time Shockwave let him say his name.

who cusses more?: Blurr does. Shockwave scolds him if it’s a particularly nasty word.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Blurr wouldn’t leave his master’s side, and he’d be really antsy until Shockwave woke up. Then he’d relax. No one would be able to hurt Blurr because they’d have to go through Shockwave first, BUT IF SOMEONE DID, there wouldn’t be a MOLECULE left of them. Shockwave would demolish them.

who kissed who first?: Shockwave told Blurr to kiss him, since he couldn’t.

who made the first move?: Shockwave did when he found Blurr and took him home with him.

who started the relationship?: Shockwave did, and Blurr was all too eager to accept.

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*sweats nervously* ah, ok.... not sure if it's any good but here. Shockwave/Blurr Decepti!Blurr and Shockwave hatching/raising their first egg clutch?....... *scuttles into dark, slimy corner*

I WILL GLADLY WRITE THIS. 8'D

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It had been a hard few cycles and Blurr was still sore and exhausted from laying his first clutch ever. It didn't help that his mate was four times as large as he was, and that meant large eggs as well. Autobots didn't lay eggs. They had live sparklings, but Blurr wasn't an Autobot anymore, and Shockwave never was, so that meant he laid eggs now. He still wasn't sure he would ever get used to it.

"Shockwave. SHOCKWAVE COME HERE." He yelled, knowing he could have just used the comms and not caring. Shockwave came barreling through the doorway nanokliks later, cannon armed.

"What is it?" Shockwave asked, sounding perfectly calm in spite of the agitated brightness of his optic. Blurr was grinning at him and motioning for him to come closer. Seeing no danger, Shockwave put his cannon away and crouched down next to his mate.

"What is it?" He asked again, freezing when one of the eggs moved.

"They're hatching." Blurr said breathlessly, moving so the eggs were caged in by his legs. Shockwave moved closer, optic contracting as it focused on the first crack on the egg. One crack became three, and before the two mechs knew it, a small servo was forcing the egg shell out of its way. A small BLUE servo.

"Oh no... Shockwave, what if they look like me, the old me?" Blurr asked, panic flooding his systems. If his sparklings looked like Autobots, who knew what the other Decepticons would do to them...

"Hush, dear one. It will be alright." Shockwave said. Soon the other eggs began cracking as well, and Blurr helped the first sparkling into the world by pulling away the rest of the shell, revealing a small mech with blue and black plating. The bitlet blinked up at him with bright red optics before breaking into a grin and chirping at him.

Blurr returned the smile and picked him up, holding him close.

"Hello, little one." He cooed, his vocalizer a little shaky. Shockwave helped their second offspring, a black and purple femme, out of her shell, carefully picking her up with one servo. She beeped curiously, patting a small servo against her sire's smooth faceplates. Shockwave's optic darkened and he hummed, pleased. The red eyed sparkling attempted to copy the sound and ended up purring at him, which made him chuckle.

Their third and final offspring--another mech--had no trouble bashing his way out of his shell, chirping loudly and sporting a blue and purple paint job. His optics were bright yellow as he stared at his creators, continuing to chirp until Blurr scooped him up with his free arm and held him close like his brother. He settled down instantly, curling against the warm chassis and closing his optics, tiny engine humming.

Shockwave placed the femme between her brothers in Blurr's arms and then curled his own arms around Blurr's, nuzzling the side of his helm and pulling him close.

"We have beautiful sparklings, don't we." Blurr said, looking down at the three recharging bitlets in his arms affectionately.

"I'd say that they are a definite success." Shockwave replied instantly. Blurr raised an optical ridge at his mate, unamused. The tank cleared his throat.

"I meant to say... Yes they are... beautiful." He said awkwardly. Blurr smiled, satisfied for the moment.

"We're gonna raise them right." The smaller mech said. "Give them all the love and attention they deserve to be given. They're not going to have to live through a war like we did. They're gonna be kept safe and happy. Right?" He looked at his mate again. Shockwave hummed at him, optic darkening again as he nuzzled Blurr some more.

"Whatever they desire, they shall be given. Just as you are given whatever you desire."

Blurr leaned back against Shockwave, taking comfort in the steady thrum of his engine.

"They need names. I'm thinking North Star," he indicated the eldest, "Artemis," the femme shifted in his arms, "and... Spitfire." He chuckled as the youngest squirmed a bit before settling down again.

"Fitting designations, dear one." Shockwave said. Blurr bit his lip component, tipping his head back to look up at the bigger mech.

"You will help me take care of them... won't you?" He said carefully. He couldn't help but feel like Shockwave was more likely to treat the bitlets as everyday creations, and not like the wonderful gift of new life that they were; a science project, as his earlier statement of them being "a success" indicated.

Blurr couldn't think of them that way. He had held them inside his body, felt their sparks chatter back and forth with his own, helped them into the world not once but TWICE (albeit the second time was far less exhausting). Shockwave had trouble seeing things the way Blurr did, the way most bots did really, but Blurr could admit that he was getting better at it.

Shockwave's arms around Blurr tightened and the tank's head came to rest on his shoulder, looking at their sparklings.

"Of course I will. We made these small things together. These new lives that will one day grow up and be a part of this great universe, like you and me. I will protect them with my life," he lifted his head and looked at Blurr, "as I protect you."

Blurr's smile wobbled and he pressed back against Shockwave again, looking down at the sparklings against his chassis. He was so happy that his spark felt like it was going to burst. Shockwave's claw came up and gently petted North Star's helm and Blurr finally let his optics close, preparing to join his children in recharge with the warmth of his mate at his back.

Yes he was very happy indeed.

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Okay well we'll give the scenario a sweet spin: Shockwave rebuilt him of weak parts out of necessity, in hiding from the Autobots, and he keeps Blurr safe with his big monster strength while he's in this fragile condition. They stay on a seldom visited planetoid and salvage parts for Blurr from crashed ships. Ar night Shockwave keeps him warm and they interface ever so gently to keep Blurr intact. Together they ward off enemies and build a small life in their ramshackle home!

[publishes this so I can cherish it forever] I swear Ham is way too good to me. ; w; Meaning she puts up with my bitching about Shockwave and Blurr needing a happy ending. Bless you, Ham.

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"-and to keep in all health and state of mind?" "Of course." Shockwave nodded curtly. Blurr shifted uncomfortably, giddy with joy but more concerned with the fact that his interface panels had been removed. It was apparently custom, as well as the garment they had him wear instead, but it was all so odd. Before he could further reconsider he was being lifted onto the podium. "Then take him," Megatron smiled, watching as Shockwave pulled his Autobot's panties down. "Prepare yourself."

Squealing, Blurr clutched at his skirts. "Shockwave!" But things were already in motion, the crowd oohing as Shockwave's spike extended. "Now now, love," he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle at Blurr's forehead, "we want to give them a good show, don't we?" Swallowing, Blurr nodded, breath hitching as Shockwave began to push inside. "We're going to ruin the dress!" He moaned, helm falling back. "Oh, I do hope so," said Shockwave.

OOOOHH. OOOOHHHHHH THE MISSING PIECES. YES YES.

[elderyautjavegeta]

"My my," Starscream snickered behind his hand, "how adorable." It was probably meant as an insult, but nobody else cared to listen. In the next pew over, Strika laughed and leaned back to elbow Lugnut. "Young love, da?" She winked a bit. "Seems like you are not only one who is screamer." Up on the podium, Shockwave did something that made Blurr positively howl and the audience clapped politely.

AKLFJAKSLJGLKAJGKL DECEPTICON WEDDINGS. I'M DEAD.

[elderyautjavegeta]

Blocking all of hamfootsia's posts involving sterile Shockwave/Blurr eggs. I can't handle that kind of heartbreak, not even just in theory. Ham, no.