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brewstersbru · 5 months

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A little comfort continuation of my riz 💚character study (aftermath w/ jawbone to the rescue!! hes such a dad 🐺)

Riz meant to go back inside. He did. He was going to heave himself up and amble back in, wedging himself between Fabian and Fig (if they hadn’t already filled his space with their flailing limbs in the short time he’d been out).

He was going to do it. Just as soon as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Just as soon as he got a handle on things.

It can’t have been longer than twenty minutes after Pok hung up when the door behind him creaks open. Shit. He thought he had more time. Riz swallows and blinks frantically as if that will somehow cover the puffiness to his eyes, the tear tracks that- despite excessive scrubbing- won’t completely go away.

“Riz.” It’s Jawbone. There’s relief in his voice, but something else too. A yawning kind of drowsiness. Riz takes a deep breath, ignoring the sinking ball of guilt in his gut.

“Hey, Jawbone, sorry. Did I wake you up?” He almost surprises himself with the calmness in his voice, but is glad of it, nonetheless. What an inconvenient time to find out he actually can lie convincingly.

The door creaks again and there’s a sharp click in the silence of the night as Jawbone shuts the door behind him. There are a few moments of scuffling before a weight settles over Riz’s shoulders- warm, fluffy- and Jawbone sits next to him on the steps.

Riz looks down to find that he’s been wrapped in a blanket, one of the nice ones from the linen closet. Had Jawbone known he was out here? How much had he seen? Did he hear anything?

Riz pulls the blanket tighter against himself, suddenly aware of how cold he is.

“Thanks.” He mutters. Jawbone hums and turns to look at him.

“Course. Saw you shivering, didn’t want you to catch a cold or nothin’.” Maybe this is something to do with guidance counselors, or faculty at Auguefort in general, but Jawbone’s gaze is piercing. Riz feels at once flayed open and carefully examined.

He coughs, curling further into himself.

“I can go back in now. Was going to, in a second, but…” He can’t finish the thought, everything that comes to mind is either childish or worrying, neither of which he wants to be in front of Jawbone. He swallows thickly.

Jawbone leans into the railing behind him, getting comfortable. “There’s no rush, Riz. I mean, I do think you need to sleep at some point tonight, but that can wait a little. At least until your tail stops swishin’ like that.” Riz immediately tucks the thing under one of his legs, embarrassed at being betrayed by his own biology. His face burns.

“I’m fine. You’re right, I need to get some sleep before the exam tomorrow, or I’ll be totally useless to the party.” He doesn’t turn to look at Jawbone as he speaks, simply stares resolutely at some of the loose brick in front of him.

“Now I didn’t say that last part, kiddo. You need to sleep ‘cuz it looks like you haven’t gotten a proper eight hours in a while, and I can see it weighing on your shoulders with the rest of it.” Jawbone says, gently. Riz bristles, almost wants to hiss at him. What does he know about what Riz carries on his shoulders?

“I said I’m fine, Jawbone.” He grits, standing. “I should go.” Jawbone curses.

“Wait. Please.” Riz pauses, finally meeting his eyes. They’re as sharp as ever, but soft, too. If that makes any sense. Jawbone continues, “It kills me seein’ you like this kiddo. I feel like a broken record sayin’ this, but I really do mean it, I’m always here to talk if you need to. Or, even if you don’t want to talk I just- it just seems like you could use somebody, is all.”

Riz feels like he’s glitching. His mind is screaming at him to keep walking, to get back in the house, lay down, and close his eyes tight until the sleep takes. But he’s so warm. And he kind of wants to cry again and Jawbone would give him a hug, probably, if he asked for it. Right?

At war with himself, all he manages to do is freeze in his tracks and utter an intelligent, “Um.”

Jawbone smiles and pats the stone next to him.

“Come on. You don’t gotta say anything, but at least sit down. And- oh, here,” He reaches into one of his cardigan’s pockets and produces a small mini chocolate bar. “A little pick-me-up.”

Riz settles gingerly next to him, closer than before but not close enough to touch. He reaches over and takes the chocolate, movements slow as he raises his eyebrows.

Jawbone shrugs. “I always keep a few on me, just in case. Never know when you might need ‘em.”

Riz smiles, small and to himself, for the first time in what feels like hours. Jawbone grins back.

“There he is. If you want another, just ask, I should have one or two more on me.”

Then it’s silent for a good, long while. Riz stares into the pitch black that pushes up against the safe halo of light surrounding the house as he chews on silky chocolate. He can’t help but replay the conversation with his father over and over again in his mind. Jawbone’s head is tilted to the stars.

For all he knows- for all Riz ever knows- that could be the last conversation he is able to have with Pok until he dies again. The watch is what allows them to talk across planes and it, like everything else Riz is and owns, is breakable. It’s unlikely that the watch will break tomorrow (Riz is a ranged fighter, he never gets close if he can help it, nothing should get near enough to him to get to it…), but not impossible. Never impossible.

Something warm and wet drips down his chin and onto his fist, where its clenched around the blanket. Riz brings his other hand to swipe at his eyes. Fuck. He shouldn’t be crying like this. He thought he was cried-out.

Jawbone’s voice rings out from beside him, tender, “Kiddo.”

Riz shakes his head, curling further into the blanket as if the fabric might protect him from this mortifying situation.

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “I thought I was done with this part.”

It’s quiet for a moment.

“It’s okay to need to cry, Riz. Definitely nothing you need to apologize for.”

Riz shivers, somehow cold again, even with the blanket. He wants to burrow into Jawbone’s chest, to cling like he used to, to his mom before he grew out of it and became a man (he was so young, then; he should’ve given it more time, he could’ve given it more time). He doesn’t want to ask, though.

Doesn’t know if he can ask.

Jawbone looks down at him- shivering, hunched underneath a thin cotton blanket- and he must see something that Riz doesn’t mean to betray because his breath catches, and he does the asking for him.

“Can I hug ya, kid?”

Riz nods once, sharply, as soon as the words are in the air. Jawbone reaches out and gathers him up in his arms. Pressing him firmly, but gently, against his chest. Riz buries his face into his cardigan and allows himself a minute of foolishness.

He hiccups.

“I miss my dad, Jawbone. I wish he wasn’t dead.” His voice breaks on the last word, all he gets out is the ‘de’, and he leaves the rest to hang in the air with his sobs.

Jawbone’s hand comes up to rub lightly over his back. He doesn’t say anything, just allows Riz to cycle through his emotions.

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair that he’s gone and me and mom just have to deal with it.” Riz takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

“Sometimes… I know it’s stupid and illogical, but sometimes I get mad at him. I get so furious with him. Because he’s not here. He didn’t do what he needed to do to be here for his son. And I know that’s wrong and he couldn’t help it and if he could choose to be here, he would, but it doesn’t stop the anger. I don’t like it. But I don’t know what to do with it because it’s not fixable. I can’t put it anywhere, so I just push it down and hope it goes away, eventually. It never goes away.”

Jawbone hums, and Riz can feel the vibration of it against his cheek. It reminds him of a cat purring, almost. If the cat smelled like dog.

“It’s okay to feel upset that your father was taken from you before you got the chance to know him. That’s not stupid or illogical. I’m sure he beats himself up about it just as much, if he’s anything like his son.”

Riz, despite himself, laughs.

“It’s nice getting to know him now.” He sniffs. “It’s just- I feel like I’m playing a game of catch-up every time we talk. Like I’m late to the race. Most kids know what their dads do for work before high school.”

“But it’s not a race, Riz.” Jawbone’s voice is low, but vehement. “No one is judging you for not knowing these things about your father, because you thought he was unreachable up until a year ago. The fact that you’re taking every opportunity to learn about him, that you spent so much time- even before you knew what he did for work- visiting his grave and updating him about your life, and still do, sometimes. It’s a testament to how much you love him. I think he knows that.”

The silence following those words stays for another minute or so before Riz huffs.

“But I don’t love him enough to bring him back, huh. There’s magic in any strong emotion, Kristin told me that, once. And I just started messing with magic stuff, but you would think that it wouldn’t be impossible. Not if the love was strong enough.”

Jawbone sighs, brings a hand to Riz’s hair and begins to card through it, almost absentmindedly. Riz freezes, then melts into it. It’s been so long since anybody played with his hair like this. His mom used to do it, when he was younger, but then the bills got higher, her shifts got longer. It fell to the bottom of the priorities list.

“You can’t do that to yourself, kid. You can’t. You think if Ms. Barkrock wanted it enough, was rageful enough, she coulda expelled the demon from her chest earlier?”

Riz shakes his head, slightly, afraid to dislodge jawbone’s hand. “Of course not. But that’s different-“

“Not really.” Jawbone cuts in, gently. “Point is, magic don’t work like that. Emotions are a factor, yes, but there’s so much else that goes into it. You love your dad so much, Riz, anyone can see that.”

Riz sniffles. “Thanks, Jawbone.”

Jawbone smiles where Riz can’t see, and ruffles his hair before allowing him to pull away.

“Anytime, kiddo.”

#short and sweet #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #just in case #riz gukgak #jawbone o'shaughnessey #dad feels #jawbone is a counselor and it shows #also just realized this but i he gives chocolate to riz like fucking #remus lupin #god ive stereotyped werewolves #im sorry werewolves #anyways riz is so The fucked up little guy #love him #character study #brublurbs #abuse of italics #fantasy high

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mychlapci · 8 months

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User earthstellar here again because I saw your post about werewolf Drift and Rodimus and I honest to god had a fic drafted of this exact thing for Halloween and then the file corrupted and I gave up, so here's what the plot was:

Essentially, the Lost Light has to make a stop on an unknown planet in order to search for energon crystal deposits, as the ship is running a bit low

Rodimus insists on going out to explore it-- The planet seems to be heavily organic, and something is preventing the ship's scanners from working as they normally would.

He doesn't want anyone else going out as a landing party because they don't know if it'll be safe or not, but Drift insists on going with him, to keep Rodimus alive in the event they run into something weird.

They do indeed run into something weird-- Some kind of techno-organic thing, not Cybertronian in origin (probably?) but definitely aggressive and very, very fast.

It gets a few hits in on both of them, and they drag each other back to the Lost Light in order to head to the med bay. They pass out as soon as they get inside. Everyone assumes it's from energon loss, due to the deep cuts all over their armour.

When they wake up, they are in the med bay as expected, but they are now cyberwolves.

Their internal comms are different now, they can't access them and they don't seem to work anyway, and they have a whole new sensory suite and it's a little overwhelming.

But they also can't speak (like a beastformer would be able to), and therefore can't communicate to anyone that they're still there, they're just... cyberwolves.

They understand each other; They have some kind of new language data pack, able to interpret each others barks and whines.

But to everyone else, their captain/co-captains have turned into fucking huge giant cyberwolves and seem to be more animalistic than a beastformer would be and nobody knows what the fuck to do.

Gradually, cyberwolf instincts leak in more and more to their cognitive processes; Drift doesn't want to sleep anywhere other than curled up by Ratchet, and Rodimus doesn't want to curl up anywhere other than beside Drift, so Ratchet's habsuite becomes a temporary kennel of sorts until everyone figures this out.

By a couple cycles in, while Drift and Rodimus are still very cognizant and self-aware, their cyberwolf instincts get harder to ignore. Prompts keep popping up on their internal HUDs that they couldn't understand at first but now can't ignore, instinctive drives, like chasing flight-capable crew members and treating mini-bots like pups and play-fighting (to be fair, a thing Drift and Rodimus already do lmao)

And gradually this could turn into them not being able to ignore mating instincts, maybe Ratchet has to break up a little dog fight that broke out in his hab suite after the cyberwolves worked themselves up running around Swerve's getting petted (mostly Rodimus, Drift is more touch-averse) and playing ball with various patrons etc.

But it turns out the dog fight was an instinctive "no Ratchet is MY mate" kind of thing and Ratchet does not realise this until he starts to figure out that they're competing for his attention etc.

something something

Eventually they sort of figure out how to reverse the altered transformation sequence, but not fully, so when Drift and Rodimus enter their root modes they still have cyberwolf features like ears, tails, claws, etc. -- And their HUDs are still throwing up instinct prompts.

So they still don't want to go back to their own hab suites, Ratchet eventually gives in because they make the argument that this is their first night in root mode again and what if something weird happens again??

And they end up Doin It.

Bonus: Ravage figured out more or less what was happening before everyone else did, but didn't tell anyone because he figured they'd sort it out eventually, and also it's more interesting to him to not help. He did, however, immediately tell Nautica about "new cyberwolves on board" and Velocity nearly had to barricade the medical bay, lmao. and also Drift and Rodimus following Ratchet around in their wolf forms made him miss Soundwave ;__;

(HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WELCOME BACK FROM THE DRAFTS)

okay. so, i will be honest with you. i don’t think i made that post. i probably didn’t even reblog anything like that. but i did make a post about transformer werewolves and so i’m answering this anyways because i need everyone to know that i’m open to talk about transformers werewolves. (and perhaps you just understood The Implication of my werewolf posting and knew what i was asking for) (and this has nothing to do with my teen wolf thing shut up)

I love werewolf Rodimus and Drift <3

At first they’re pretty aware of what’s happening, not that they understand it, but they know that they’ve turned into mechanimals and no one can turn them back. Slowly though, it does not matter as much, as the instincts take over... Drift and Roddy start walking with more practice in their step, moving faster, becoming stronger, their hearing and sense of smell get better as well. Ratchet is, unfortunately the designated handler for these two. They insist on curling up besides him every night and he’s then forced to recharge with two absolutely massive cyberwolves huddled up on top of him. it’s as annoying as it is endearing.

hgrhhh Roddy and Drift eventually sinking into their breeding drive. They already sleep with Ratchet in their den hab-suite, they should get to mate with him too. The dominance fights don’t get too bloody but you know Ratchet’s very angry at the two of them.

Drift and Rodimus turning back but they still insist on sleeping with Ratchet. It might have been a bad idea. Their breeding drives are in no way sated yet, they start to rub up against Ratchet, trying to get their smell on him, scent him, make him theirs, a simple instinctual response that Ratchet thinks it the two trying to get frisky, which... isn't too far from the truth. Before be knows it he's got too strong cyberwolves mouthing at his panels and then at his bare array, barely even bothering to get him prepared before Drift finally mounts him... Rodimus tries to growl at him but you know Ratchet shuts that up right this moment. He'll wait for his turn, like a good puppy <33

#i do have a whole thing already written down about transformers werewolves already dude.... i know everything about it #valveplug #also hello for the love of god hi welcome back from the fucking drafts tumblr user earthstellar #jesus christ #i am so sorry #i was half convinced i posted this #texty

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