#deadlock/drift

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How Hot Rod accidentally took over the Decepticons and became Rodimus

Hah, I did it! I finally finished this mess of a story!

And, honestly, it's pretty serious, until the end. Then it becomes somewhat weird.

Either way, @ut-girl666 and @gaybot-showdown, I hope the both of you will love this.

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Hot Rod should have listened to Kup when he told him to stand back and let Optimus deal with Megatron himself. The tank was his former friend turned enemy after all, but did that stop the young speedster from running towards the two and distract Megatron by engaging into a duel with him when the prime as down? No, it didn’t, and in hindsight, it was still a better idea than letting Megatron kill their leader.

Still, Hot Rod should have done something else, because then he wouldn’t be pinned down underneath Megatron. With the warlord’s weight slowly crushing him as if he was nothing more than a bug. And the worst part? There was no-one who could help him. Not with the Decepticons keeping everyone away, because apparently, if the leader is challenged to a duel, it means that no-one is allowed to interrupt. Something Hot Rod found ridiculous, because everyone’s interrupting Optimus and Megatron when they’re fighting together. What makes his fight with the warlord different?

What the frag did he do, when he yelled, “Hey, buckethead! You, me, one on one! Now!” Was that some kind of codeword for ‘I’m-gonna-kill-that-one-myself”? Or did it mean something else? Maybe he should have listened to Kub when he was explaining some of the Decepticons rules and such, but the lesson was rather boring and Hot Rod had better things to do. There was a race… and he wanted to go racing, not learn about ‘Decepticon’s rules of combat 101’.

Either way, he shouldn’t think about what was, but rather how he’s going to get out of this situation without dying or damaging anything. Which is easier said than done, because Megatron had him pinned and was about to dig his digits into Hot Rod’s optics, when the younger mech remembered his flames. And before Megatron could end his live for good, Hot Rod grabbed his opponent’s arm, giving the warlord a defying glare, before letting his frame heat up. Making sure that Megatron couldn’t escape him until his frame set itself on fire. Burning the tankformer and causing him to let go of the speedster.

But before Megatron could recover, let alone counter Hot Rod’s fiery attack, the smaller mech was already grabbing for the blaster laying near them and fired one shot. A shot that went straight through the warlords spark and caused everyone fighting to stop, as the shock of what happened settled in. At least, until a shrill shriek pierced the eery stillness that has spread across the battlefield.

“MEGATRON HAS FALLEN, I, STARSCREAM, AM NOW THE LEADER OF THE DECEPTICONS!” Although, as the flier landed and looked over his ‘new subjects’, none of them paid him any attention. No. All their optics were directed at the trembling mech who ended Megatron and was currently aiming his blaster at any Decepticon trying to come closer to him.

“Stay back! I’m not afraid to shoot again!” Screamed Hot Rod, and much to his surprise, the Decepticons stopped walking closer. Which the young speedster took as his chance to transform and drive off. Although, he didn’t make it far, because the Constructicons quickly transformed into Devastator and simply picked up the, by now, flailing Autobot at Soundwaves command. “Hey! But me down Decepticreep! I’m not a toy car for you to play with!” But the big mech wouldn’t listen and simply held Hot Rot like a misbehaving robo-kitten, while the smaller mech was doing his best to kick at the giants servo, not caring about if he would fall or not.

And while Devastator was making sure Hot Rod wouldn’t escape, Starscream was in a one-sided screaming match with Soundwave. Demanding to know what the cassette player meant when he said that he, Starscream, was not the new leader of the Decepticons, but rather that stupid Autobot with the obnoxious paint job. To which Soundwave simply shook his head, before commanding the Decepticons to retreat back to Austrotrain and return to Cybertron. Together with the kicking and screaming Autobot, who was quickly tossed into the waiting dripple changer and restrained by Hook and Mixmaster, after Devastator disengaged and turned back into the Constructicons.

And after the last Decepticons made it into Astrotrain, the shuttle took off, while the Autobots could do nothing but stare on and wonder what exactly happened that made them take one of their own and ditch the deactivated remains of their former leader. Something one of the Decepticons took a picture off, because seeing Optimus Prime with his optics as wide as saucers and Ultra Magnus with his jaw on the floor was just too good.

Although, the mood was quickly ruined as the remaining Decepticons started to fight amongst each other, because half of them couldn’t believe that an Autobot defeated Megatron and had a claim to the position of leader, while the other half stood behind their rules. Especially Soundwave and Starscream were at each other’s throats and ready to defend their opinions, when Astrotrain informed them that they might not make it to Cybertron if they didn’t lose and ballast. And with Starscream being Starscream, he suggested to throw out those who were already on their best way to the AllSpark. However, before anyone could grab anyone from the injured, Hot Rod decided to speak up.

“You can’t throw them out.” Said the speedster, while his spoiler lowered ever so slightly in discomfort as everyone stared at him. “I mean… yes, our chances are higher if we ‘dispose’ of them, but they’re your comrades. You CAN’T throw them out, just because they’re hurt.”

“Oh, really now? Didn’t you hear Astrotrain? We’re going to die ourselves if we don’t get rid of the useless ones.” Countered Starscream with one of his insufferable smirks, as he walked closer to the bound Autobot with the intend to throw him out first, but he was stopped by Soundwave. Who was glaring at the second in command through his visor. “Observation: Autobot defeated Megaton in a duel. Conclusion: Autobot new leader. Suggestion: Starscream follows orders.”

“As if I would ever take the order of an insufferable Autobot who knows nothing about us and our faction!” Seethed the seeker, but the communications officer did not move from his spot. Rather, he started to slowly push Starscream back, before addressing the rest of the Decepticons, while Hot Rod is left to bonder on what to do next. Kup might have thought him a few things, but never has he prepared him for this kind of situation. And he doubted that anyone from the Autobots would send someone to rescue him.

Not with them having to deal with the mess Megatron’s troops have caused.

Well, at least he didn’t have to help with the repairs. That was one positive thing in all of this, but the situation was still very bad for him. Especially with Soundwave looking his way every time he tried to move a little bit. And then there were the ones Starscream would have thrown out. They kept on staring at him, as if they owed him something or were expecting him to change his mind after all. So, Hot Rod’s only option was waiting and seeing where this was going. Then again, this whole mess could have turned out worse than he ever expected. But, to his surprise, it didn’t.

And after landing on Cybertron, Hot Rod was forced to learn everything he needed to know as the new leader of the Decepticons. Which not only included how to tell apart each of the Seekers, but also things he was sure not even Optimus had to deal with.

Like, making sure that Starscream wouldn’t poison his energon or make sure a certain big lipped mech wouldn’t go on a needless killing spree. Truly, Hot Rod, who was more known by his new name “Rodimus” by now, had his servos full and it often didn’t leave him any time for his own personal live or hobbies. At least Hook took him fishing sometimes and Soundwave always made sure that he was okay. And then there were all the others he slowly managed to befriend. Like Thundercracker and Skywarp. Which didn’t really come as a surprise to him because they were rather pissed at Starscream for trying to throw them out.

Although, there was also those who still liked him, but utterly unsettled Hot Rod. Like the Insecticons. Hot Rod was sure that the only reason they stayed with him was because he also kept them from being discarded like yesterday’s garbage. And then there was the whole situation with that masked mech. Yea, Hot Rod always made a big circle around that one or backtracked entirely whenever he was close.

However, being liked by some Decepticons and having most of the commanders behind him didn’t mean that there weren’t those who still hated the fact that a former Autobot was now leading them. And next to Starscream’s murder attempts, Hot Rod also had to deal with Decepticons walking up to him and challenging him to a duel. Luckily, he never had to take more than one, but it was still tiring. Especially with the peace treaty meetings he had to attend and that seemed to have dragged on for years now.

Speaking of which, he was currently attending one with Soundwave, Starscream and two other mechs he kind of forgot the names of. Although, one was definitely named something with Lock? Honestly, Hot Rod has never met that guy before and frankly, with the way Lock kept on staring at him right now, he was kind of happy about it. How did Megatron deal with him, or all the other weirdly bloodthirsty Cybertronians in his army?

“Hot Rod, what do you think of our propositions?” Asked none other than Optimus Prime, and Hot Rod found himself groaning internally at having to answer him.

“The name’s Rodimus now, Prime, I thought I told you that before.” Said the young leader, as he grabbed the data-pad containing the peace treaty. Although, he was quick to drop it as soon as he saw that his, and in extend his factions suggestions, weren’t accepted into the newest version. “Seriously? You guys didn’t even once think about adding the stuff we worked hard to compile? Do you know how long it took to actually get everyone to work together?!”

Hot Rod knew that looking impatient or angry wasn’t the best look for a leader, but quite frankly? He didn’t give two fucks about what Optimus, nor the other Autobots thought of him. They lost their rights to judge him the second he heard some of them call him a traitor for joining a faction he never intended to lead. “Like, it was already hard to get their respect, and even now I don’t have it fully. So, them opening up to actually give me suggestions on what they want in this is a huge step!”

“I can imagen Hot… Rodimus. But I cannot allow gladiatorial matches to continue, even if they have limitations and fixer rules than before. Let alone pardon Decepticons who committed crimes.” Optimus looked at the young speedster, searching for understanding, but finding none. No, Hot Rod only grew angrier at the prime before him.

“As if Autobots have never committed crimes!” This time it was Starscream who spoke up, and Hot Rod nodded in agreement.

“Also,” started the young leader, as he folded his servos before him and looked at every Autobot. Giving them a look, he learned while playing a game of earth poker against the Stunticons. “Let’s not forget of who the Autobots and Decepticons are mostly made up. You and everyone attending this meeting knows exactly what I mean, Prime. So, I suggest you better rework the treaty with our suggestions in it before you call me again.”

And with that said, Hot Rod stood up and left the meeting together with his entourage. Keeping up the appearance of a confident leader, but the second they were back on their ship and in their meeting room, Hot Rod quickly collapsed into the nearest chair. Whole frame shaking from the anxiety he felt before and during his talk with Optimus. However, there was also a sense of accomplishment because he just talked with Optimus, fragging, Prime as if he was nothing more than a co-worker with whom he had a simple disagreement. That counted as a win, right? Well, at least it felt like a win to Hot Rod.

But his mental victory parade came to a screeching halt, as he remembered that he wasn’t alone. So, Hot Rod quickly sat back up straight and motioned for everyone present to take a seat. And even as the one named Lock remained standing, the young leader insisted on him to take a seat. “Come on, everyone’s sitting. You should sit too.” Said Hot Rod with one of his winning grins, which only grew wider as Lock finally sat down. Only then did he start the small meeting where they discussed the new developments on the peace treaty and how the meeting with Optimus generally went.

Which gave Starscream another great opportunity to insult Hot Rod, because their young leader, despite having lived with the Decepticons for some years now, was still a former Autobot. And while the second in command started to go on a small rant about how the failures of their peace treaty was clearly Hot Rod’s fault, the former Autobot found himself slowly sinking in on himself. He really did mess up, didn’t he?

Yes, he did manage to get a shaky cease fire between the factions, but apparently, he was doing a really bad job with everything else. And Starscream’s words didn’t hep him either. So, to get his second in command’s attention, Hot Rod slammed his servos down on the conference table and stood up as small flames danced over his arms.

“Okay, I get it. You’re not happy with me being the leader, and you’re not happy with the peace treaty taking so long, but we already have a cease fire. A shaky one, yes, but we have it and I swear on my spark, if you do anything to ruin that, I will personally see to it that someone else is getting your position as my second!” Seethed the young leader. And Starscream was quick to answer, as he himself jumped up. Mimicking Hot Rod by slamming his own servos down on the table, just minus the flames.

“You can’t do that! I’M the second in command of this army, you can’t just take my position and give it to someone else! Who would you even give it to?!” Screeched the seeker.

“I don’t know.” Answered Hot Rod honestly, before a playful smirk formed on his lips, as he crossed his arms over his chestplates while cocking an optic ridge. “But I’m sure that I can find someone. There are enough candidates after all. Like Overlord. I bet he would be a WONDERFUL second in command. He’s quite the politician, isn’t he?”

“YOU WOULD GIVE MY POSITION TO THAT BRUTE!?”

“Oh? He isn’t to your liking? Then how about Shockwave, or maybe I should ask Thrust? I bet he would LOVE to have your job.” Chuckled the young leader, before quickly dodging a shot coming from Starscream. “Alright, alright. You convinced me. I’ll give your job to… hmmm… Lock over there!” And with that said, Hot Rod quickly ran out of the meeting room. Transforming as soon as he was in the halls and speeding off towards his favourite spot on the ship, while listening to Starscream’s offended screeches and Soundwave’s attempts to calm the raging seeker.

Although, something that confused Hot Rod greatly was the sound of another Cybertronian coming after him, or better said, following him as if they were his bodyguard. And low and behold, there was the mech named Something-lock following and keeping up with him. He even seemed to get closer with each second, and the fiery speedster found himself unable to shake his pursuer.

So, he gave up trying, even if he didn’t want to lead Something-lock towards the only spot where he could ever get some peace for himself. Which was basically a simple storage room big enough for two mechs to fight in, but Hot Rod decorated to look and be a lot more comfortable.

And as his pursuer walked into the room, the red speedster was already flopping down on a bean bag chair Soundwave got for him. Kicking his pedes up and resting them on the wonky coffee table he made from some empty oil barrels and an old metal door.

“You know, usually when I leave a meeting like that, I DON’T want to be followed. Hasn’t Soundwave told you that?” Asked Hot Rod, as he pulled out a data-pad from his sup-space and started to read some of the reports on it, before throwing it on the coffee table and groaning. He already did enough work today, Soundwave surely can’t expect him to do more.

Although, he was quick to sit up straight as he saw Something-lock pick up the data-pad and read over it himself. Still with that same and stoic expression he had during their attempt at making a peace treaty with the Autobots and their meeting afterwards. Although, Hot Rod soon enough could spot a small smirk on his unwelcomed guest, and it made him vary.

Usually, Decepticons only got those smirks when thinking about attacking someone, or shortly before he had to duck and roll out of harm’s way. But it seemed like Hot Rod’s worries weren’t needed, because Something-lock started to laugh, after finishing the reports.

“You really beat up Overlord with a metal bat?”

“I… ehm… yea?” Okay, Hot Rodd was confused. Like, seriously confused, because he was expecting the other to attack him, not commend on one of his duels. “Granted, the metal bat only came after I already did some damage with my fire, and I didn’t really ‘beat him up’. I just… hit him with it? But don’t ask me how I did it because I have no idea. According to my own calculations, I should have lost. Like, I shouldn’t even be here right now. I should be a smudge on the ground, or worse.”

“But you still did it.” Stated Lock, before sitting down cross legged on the other side of the coffee table. “Not many can say that they managed to survive one of Overlord’s fights, let alone beat him… with a metal bat.”

Hot Rod couldn’t help but groan. He specifically told Soundwave that this duel shouldn’t be as well documented as the others. Not only because he feared of what his challenger would do, if he found out that everyone could read up about their fight, but also because it wasn’t a big deal. There were many he had to duel with, especially at the start of his leadership, and it wasn’t anything special.

And yet, he could see the interest in Lock’s optics and that small, curved up smirk as he commented on how modesty didn’t suit a Decepticon leader. Which in return got another groan from Hot Rod, as he got up from his bean bag and walked over to a big chest. “If I show you the bat, will you drop the issue and leave it be?” He asked, and found himself repressing yet another groan as soon as he saw Lock’s smirk.

“Maybe?

“Well… good enough for me.” Was all the speedster said, as he pulled out a hot pink metal bat littered with small white flowers and the face of a cat with a bow. And dangling from the hilt of the bat by a chain was the exact same bat, only human sized. “Here, this is it, the weapon.”

“… Why is there a cat on it and how did you get that?” Asked Lock, and Hot Rod blinked at him slowly, before shaking his head. “It’s Hello Kitty, a very popular little cat and… I got it from a human child who’s very dear to me. Well, I got the small bat from him as a joke, and Soundwave got me the bigger one, after seeing it.”

“And you decided to keep it, because?”

“Because they were gifts from my friends. I would never throw away something I got from them.” Was all he said, as he put the bat back in its place, before returning to his own. And after that, it was quiet. But not in an uncomfortable way, but rather something aching to what it was like when Hot Rod spend time with his Autobot friends. Which got him thinking about the past years and how much he’s missing out by being here, rather than with them.

Although, even if he went back now, Hot Rod doubts that he would even be welcomed. His former friends and comrades made it clear that they didn’t trust him anymore, and if that’s how it is, then Hot Rod… no… Rodimus didn’t need them.

“By the why, what’s your name? I didn’t really catch it when you showed up.”

“Deadlock.”

“Nice to meet you Deadlock, I’m Rodimus.”

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A little about my Transformers “Prime In Training” AU(name not final)

In this AU Hot Rod is chosen to be the next Prime by Optimus. Hot Rod changes his name to Rodimus and starts training under OP. Deadlock and Hot Rod had already been friends through the wreckers, Deadlock changes his name to Drift and becomes Rodimus bodyguard. First Aid was assigned Rodimus personal medic by Optimus and Ratchet.

[keferon]

Oooooh would you look at that. The little fox you once saved is now three times your size and apparently hasn't forgotten you. It's a shame your eyes don't work so you don't recognize him back~

But seriously, you wrote so many nice things under the first part that I just had to post some more. It's really nice to see something other than #tf #Transformers in the reblogs. You inspire me. Thank you:D

Monster hunter au Part 2.

Part 1 Part 3

[violetaquadelight]

That one 'friend' in every group pictures:

[pharmasrightarm]

just a couple of bros

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Some quick doodles for the monster hunter AU by @keferon

I can't stop thinking about them

Go check it out !!!

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Get yourself a man who looks at you like this <3

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A deadlock cuz I was in the mood for drawing him at the time- he’s so evil cat coded. But you gotta spray him with water if he gets too silly.

[avoidghost]

I've been so busy recently, I haven't drawn my beautiful wife in so long so have him and a bunch of humanformer doodles (some friends au humanformers too) 🥹

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Megastar &diftrod &Mirage

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Eye of the storm (aka little soft Ratchlock for our health)

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The Struggles of a Young Leader

Hey, pssssst, @ut-girl666 and @cleverthylacine, there's a Part 2 to "How Hot Rod accidentally took over the Decepticons and became Rodimus" now.

Enjoy! :3

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It was one of those days for Rodimus again. One where, after coming back from one of his meetings with Optimus, he simply looked for a quiet place and collapsed there. Not caring about who could or could not see him, because the fight on board the Ark left the young speedster exhausted more than anything else.

There was a fist fight after the meeting was over. And while Ironhide started it, Rodimus found himself joining in, after Blaster attacked Soundwave. And then it escalated quickly, although not everyone joined. Starscream was off on the side, talking to a big shuttle Rodimus had never seen, and Deadlock, after the speedster assured him that he would be fine, sneaked off to meet a certain red and white medic. Only returning after the fight was already over, with some paint that wasn’t his own on his plating.

Not that Rodimus, or anyone else, mentioned that. With peace time on the horizon, there were some from both factions that slowly started to meet old friends, family and, in some cases, lovers. It wouldn’t surprise the young leader if Deadlock was seeing a lover he was separated from because of the war. The fact that his new best friend had an Autobot lover though was something that made him very curious.

Either way, that was only the start of Rodimus’ exhaustion, because after the fight was over, there was another meeting where they all sat around and talked about useless things. Things, Rodimus grew quickly tired of, because it was always the same fragging topic over and over again. And it was always the same mech who kept bringing them up.

It took them the rest of the day to finally be done, and as Rodimus and his entourage finally were able to leave the Ark, the red speedster was quick to transform and take off. Ignoring Soundwave’s worried calls or Starscream’s mocking shouts as he put the medal to the pedal and raced back to the Nemesis. With Deadlock hot on his tail, but somehow, he managed to shake his body guard and that’s how Rodimus found himself somewhere lying alone on the floor.

Sleeping without a care in the world, because, at this moment, Rodimus could care less about anyone trying to kill him. Facing and fighting his old comrades took enough energy out of the usual energised speedster. Leaving him exhausted beyond anything he’s ever experienced. So much so, that he didn’t even notice when Deadlock finally found him curled up as best as he could, while softly snoring.

At least Deadlock didn’t try to move him, Rodimus’ sleep schedule was already messed up beyond repair, the young leader always had to take naps as soon as he could. Or whenever Deadlock or Soundwave noticed that their leader was barely keeping his optics online.

That’s also why Deadlock simply pulled out a blanket from his sup-space and draped it over his sleeping leader, before sitting down next to him. Resting one servo on Rodimus’ helm, as he stared up at the ceiling of the ship. Smiling as the memory of finally seeing his sweetspark again and sharing a wonderful moment crossed his mind, while also thinking about the things he could do when the peace treaty was finally over. Maybe then, he’ll finally know what peace truly feels like and find a place he belongs to.

But before Deadlock could truly start to dream about a new life after the war, his musing was interrupted by the heavy stomps of a particular Phase Sixer. And Deadlock found himself reaching for his gun as soon as Overlord rounded the corner. Pointing it at the sadistic mech, in a silent threat to leave their young leader alone.

“My, my, so much hostility towards a comrade doesn’t become you, Deadlock.” Said the taller mech, as he loomed over the sleeping and sitting mechs. “And here I thought that we could have a civilised conversation like two grown mechs, but apparently that isn’t something you would like to do.”

“Said one killer to the other. We both know how this conversation is going to end, so maybe you should walk along, before I stick this gun up your exhaust pipe and fire.” Growled Deadlock, as he got up and in between their still sleeping leader and Overlord. Bearing his teeth in a threatening way, that only got him a booming laugh from the other.

“What’s so funny?”

“That you think you could win in a fight against me, when we both know that the only ones who ever could stand a chance against me are Megatron and the sleeping mech behind you.” There was a cruel smile forming on Overlord’s face, as he slowly reached for Deadlock’s gun. Crushing it as soon as it was in his servo. “But if it’s a fight you want, I would be willing to accept the challenge. I do need the practice for when our esteemed leader finally fights me.”

“As if-” Started Deadlock, but before he could say more, a loud shout from the now awake speedster stopped him.

“Both of you, SHUT UP! Can’t you take your petty fighting to somewhere else? Preferred far away from me?” Growled Rodimus, as he got up from the floor, blanket wrapped snugly around his frame, before glaring at Deadlock and Overlord respectively.

“Now, Rodimus, I was simply trying to have a nice chat with Deadlock here and-”

“Don’t believe him, Rodimus! He was trying to-”

“What was I trying to do, Deadlock? I was doing nothing but walking along, and then you jumped up and threatened me as if I was a villain.”

“Only because you-”

A single glare coming from Rodimus made Deadlock shut his mouth. And as Overlord started to laugh, the same glare shut him also up. Not that the Phase Sixer would ever admit that a singly small speedster could intimidate him enough to stop talking though.

“Bullshit and you both know it.” Muttered the still tired mech, as he pointed first at Deadlock, “Stop threatening others, whenever you want”, and then at Overlord “And you. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do. Agitating my bodyguard and friend is not getting you that rematch you want. I told you, I’ll fight you again when the timer is done. Not sooner, because I have more important things to worry about.”

Overlord didn’t look impressed by Rodimus’ words, if the way he put his servos on his hips and leaned down to be right up in the speedsters face was any indication. He was trying to look threatening, but considering how often the Phase Sixer has done this over the few years Rodimus has spent as new leader of the Decepticons, he didn’t find himself backing down or getting scared. On the contrary, Rodimus simply crossed his arms over his chestplate, meeting Overlord’s threatening smile with a sweet smile of his own.

“Very well, but I hope that you won’t forget your promise then, Rodimus. You owe me a re-match. Not only because you took away the chance of fighting Megatron, but also because of our first fight.”

“And, as I said, you will have your re-match. I promise on my beating spark that, as soon as the timer is done, you’ll be the first one who gets to fight me. Until then, I hope this will quell your thirst for combat.” Said Rodimus, as he pulled out a data-pad from his sup-space. Handing it over to Overlord and watching the taller mech as he read through it. With the Phase Sixer’s optics slowly widening, as he got to the good part.

“You… got it through?” He asked in disbelief, to which Rodimus only nodded with a triumphant smirk. “It was a fight,” admitted the young leader, “ but I managed to convince Optimus to re-open the gladiatorial pits. Of course, I had to re-work the rules and you won’t get to kill anyone, but the fighting part is still there. There will also be a new system implanted where mechs can only fight mechs that are in the same league as them, but that only means that your fights will be a lot more exciting for you. I mean, fighting smaller mechs must have gotten boring at one point. Where’s the fun? Where’s the excitement? Where’s the thrill of going up against someone, where you don’t know how the fight will turn out!?”

With each word, Rodimus grew more and more excited, until he was flapping his hands from sheer excitement while looking up at Overlord with one of his one hundred watt smiles. Although, he was quick to calm himself down again, as soon as he saw Deadlock’s confused and Overlord’s slightly amused look. “A-ah… what I mean is, yea, we will reopen the arena. After giving it a big overhaul though. So, you must wait a little while longer, before you get to fight again. You know? We have to wrap up the peace treaty first, and then we have to rebuild some things, and then there are the other things we have to take care of, you can thank Optimus for that, and then… yea… If things go well, we should be able to have our re-match in the arena…”

“You want our re-match to be in the arena?” Asked Overlord doubtfully, before a smirk made its way onto his lips. “Do you want your defeat to be witnessed by so many optics, little flame?”

“No, I just want to give your performance the stage it deserves. And if it means our fight has to be in an arena where over thousands can witness our show of strength, then so be it.” And with these words, Rodimus dipped his head slowly in a small bow, before turning around and quickly making his way down the hall. Putting as much distance between himself and a stunned Phase Sixer as he could.

Only when Rodimus reached his hidden layer and sat down on his bean bag chair, the blanket still around his body, did he allow his frame to start shaking.

He just told Overlord off. THE Overlord, who’s known by many for his… his… Primus! How stupid was Rodimus for talking to HIM like THAT?! Surely, Overlord was already planning his demise, he was sure of it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! He should have let Deadlock handle this, or called Soundwave, or asked someone for a favour to distract the Phase Sixer, while he escaped. Instead, he got into a verbal spat and revealed his hand too soon. And to add oil to the fire, he also promised Overlord that stupid re-match! Okay, he still had time until he actually had to fight him, but still. Kup was right, Rodimus should have learned to shut up and or watch his mouth, otherwise he wouldn’t be in this situation now.

While the young leader was wallowing in his own misery, he didn’t notice as Deadlock entered the room. Only when the mech sat down in the opposite bean bag chair ( also courtesy of Soundwave) and fixated him with a glare worse than any Kup has ever given him, did Rodimus stop and look up. And Primus, it made him feel even worse than before.

“You’re stupid.” Said Deadlock after a moment of silence. “You’re truly stupid!”

“I know!”

“You just gave Overlord the one thing he always wanted!”

“I know!”

“Do you know what that means!?”

“I… I do?”

“Do you now, Rodimus?”

“C-come on Lock… it was a hard day, scratch that, it was a hard week. I haven’t recharged correctly for three months and I just… I just couldn’t keep it in, okay?” Rodimus buried his face in his servos and let out one quiet scream, before it turned into quiet sobs. “This slag is harder to do than you think. I’m exhausted, I’m tired, my former comrades don’t want to talk with me, I’m scrutinised the second I step even near the Ark or Autobot City and I… I can’t… I just want to go back. You know? Back to where I came from and live my life there. But I can’t. My home is gone and all I have is this, but I can’t even have this, because there are still so many who hate me. And I just want it to stop, Lock. I want it to stop and just… just…”

Rodimus' silent sobs only grew louder and louder, until the young leader was crying uncontrollably. And Deadlock found himself speechless, for he came here to lecture his leader, but seeing Rodimus this broken just made him realise how young the mech before him still was.

So, he stood up and walked around the coffee table. Sitting down next to Rodimus on the bean bag chair and hugging his young leader and friend. Rubbing soothing circles right between the speedster’s spoiler wings, as said speedster buried his face into Deadlock’s neck. Hiccuping and crying, while muttering quietly to himself.

And that’s how they stayed until Rodimus had no more tears left to shed. Still clinging to Deadlock as if his life depended on it, but the Decepticon couldn’t bring himself to peel the speedster off of his frame. Not when he fell asleep mid crying and was gripping as if his life depended on it.

“Don’t worry Roddy,” Whispered Deadlock quietly, as to not disturb his sleeping leader. “I’ll always be there for you. And whoever decides to harm you, will have to go through me first.”

“I swear it.”

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It’s them

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Monster hunter au Part 5

Keep in mind that what Ratchet hears in the last pages are rumors, and rumors are known to distort the truth. But of course Ratchet can't know exactly what's been distorted

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Art Dump!

Dwatchet and some Earthspark inspired stuff ✨

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