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michaela-o · 1 month

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Oh my thank you so so much for tagging me in this !!😻

Yesss i know i haven't been posting as much guys but right now i'm finishing high school for good and i have bunch of exams for the next two months and it's been kinda stressful :'(

I'm really sorry for disappearing like that tho- ! But with no art to post for now i was just scrolling posts most of the time❤️

BUT- I DO have some thoughts on my literaly favourite g/t content😻❤️

As dear Relic mentioned i kinda imagine something similar but instead of one particular Cybertronian you have a bunch of googly and curious optics looking at you from every direction you look-

And suddenly someone gets a bit too bold and starts to raise their gigantic hand towards you to just poke you around a bit too harshly which makes you fall down but you quickly dust yourself off and keep your focus sharp. With no way to run you just stay focused..And suddenly, you hear it before you see it, you hear a police car rushing towards the crowd of curious Cybertronians..someone must have called..as the crowd moves to the side for the police car to make an entrance..the car suddenly started to rapidly change it's shape until it formed into a gigantic body with a head, two arms and legs with two another ones accompanying the main in the middle..at least you assumed he was the main one..he had strange, red horn like things coming from either side of his head and his expression and overall aura was let's say...pretty unwelcoming..as he started to walk closer and closer you moved further back slightly hunched over with watery eyes, his face and expression stull remained unchanged. You'd say that even more mad as you had the chance to get a better look.

His giant hand suddenly came down on top of your back, almost sending you kneeling to the ground, he pinched your shirt between his thumb and index finger and lifted you up with you struggling and whining untill you stopped and all you could see was just his face...his icy cold blue eyes just starring you down as his hands suddenly moved and you were being prodded at from different angles..from rubbing at your hair to shining a light into your sensitive eyes to almost pulling your leg off...once it was finally over he exchanged a few words with his fellows which were unknown to your brain as you could only hope they wouldn't decide to either squash you or god know use for something else...suddenly one of his colleagues brough up a cage that was, how funny, exactly your size and you were pretty roughly thrown insidethe cage as they carried you off to god know where..

Yeah i'm not the best at writing but i need Prowl to kidnap me :'3❤️ and yes i'm normal😭❤️

Thank you so much again for tagging me in this and thanks for not forgetting about me :")❤️❤️

what are your thoughts on bots observing humans like specimens? (no way to say that without sounding like a sicko)

i just think that seeing an alien’s perspective on human behavior and anatomy is SO interesting especially from a g/t standpoint and i really wish there were more fics about it.. oh, to have a giant mech put me in a little terrarium with some sticks and leaves to observe

Oh I ADORE it. I totally agree I wish there were more fics about it too.

Imagine Brainstorm finding a human when he’s never seen one before. Thinking to himself what a curious specimen it is, an organic being so similar to Cybertronians in anatomy, yet so small he could pick it up in a single servo. Their soft little squeaks were so endearing as they gazed up at him with their wide, watery little optics. He simply had to keep them for himself— not only to keep it safe, but to study it and learn all about its uniquely fleshy biology.

I feel like mechs like Shockwave would be a little less humane though…

#g/t #transformers #tripleglitchreblog #transformers g/t #giant/tiny #michaela o writings #idw prowl #mtmte prowl #humans x cybertronians #ily g/t content #ily❤️

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michaela-o · 3 months

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Just- no words😭

I will go to the Hell because of robots

#but yeah srsly don't go alone #transformers #maccadam

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michaela-o · 3 months

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Ah fuck now imagine looking at him in your human pov. Mans wouldn't even see you bc of his tiddies💀

#op is correct but it is a SIN that they removed the dialogue from this panel #‘I guess I’ll have to take your tiny word for it’#AAAHDGDUSHUQGAUAHSHS #BARKING BARKING #oh to have Megatron call me tiny #FR FR

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michaela-o · 3 months

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As a person who's soul is old i get lost in thoughts about this a lot of times.. Humans and Cybertronians are like a poetry and war. While our species may be young our souls certainly aren't, just like poetry...we understand things to much deeper emotional level than any Cybertronian would.

Some may think too sensitive but i think compassionate and wise..we often find beauty and understanding in things most Cybertronians would simply strugggle to find..

We humans are aid which Cybertronians didn't know needed..i want to hold them, tell them that it's okay to feel..it's okay to cry..it's okay to be soft..i want to cover them under my wing and protect them..i want them to tell me where it rains so i can sit with them through the storm so they wouldn't feel lonely..i want to forgive..

" I...don't understand...how can you forgive me after i slaughtered your very own kind and burnt the very home, your mother Earth you live upon..? "

at the edge of the cliff Megatron stood, servos clenched, optics heavy mixed with stoic expression as he stared down at the small human he happened to walk upon when he wanted some time alone..he was surprised...they weren't afraid nor they scurred away when they saw him..no..they invited him for a talk.. As the soft breeze messed with their soft helm- hair..grief has found a way to fill his spark yet again as he watched their small frame...slowly turning around they offered a weak and soft smile as the sun kissed edges of their skin..

" You wouldn't apologize if you didn't feel regret..right...? "

Megatron only stood watching and lissening carefully in silence as the wind hit the rough war tired edges of his tough armor while the breeze effortlessly lifted the coverings- clothes ,as humans called it, that you wore

" You feel bad for what you have done..that's the very first step of becoming better...Your past and mistakes does not define who you are now.."

carefully watching their glittering expressive eyes Megatron only stood..almost bewildered, his breath would be long gone, if he ever had one..it felt..foreign...words stolen by unknown from his intake as he couldn't believe what he was hearing...what was he supposed to say..? He didn't deserve any of this at all..

" I...i'm sorry..."

the sun was slowly lowering down and darkness started to creep upon the sky as the night came. He only hangs his helm lower regred present in his optics..by the time he looked back up the small human started to walk away home..nothing he didn't expect to happen.. as he watched them leave in silence they came to a sudden stop and Megatron perked up only slightly his stoic expression never changing

" Don't be sorry..be better.."

with those final words the human gave him a smile and lots to think about..as the stars began to come out from their hiding spot Megatron looked up, lost in thought at this encounter which he never thought would happen..especially to him....

i have this little worm in my brain that's obsessed with the idea of putting cybertronians in normal, everyday scenarios. to pluck these blocky, stiff characters and drop them into a landscape so smooth, so gentle, that they stand out like a sore thumb. a shadow across a monet painting : from far away nothing looks out of place, but the closer you look, the more you realise that this is absurd.

and yet i love first contact aus, where earth has established a semi-stable understanding with cybertron that assimilation has gone as far as mechs being able to roam around the streets and go unnoticed by the crowd of humans. that they can sit and dine in restaurants with their human partners or friends, nursing a glass of energon, while they catch up on each other's lives. where mass displacement and gravity adjusting machines are accessible so these bots don't destroy or ruin everything they touch in this little blue planet and instead learn how to adapt to it. to not only live but to live together :

fortress maximus having breakfast with you in your shared apartment.

swerve shaking up drinks for human patrons at his bar.

rodimus walking his date down the street of their home.

ratchet and drift going through the christmas market. skids helping you with your jewellery by the vanity table. velocity pushing the cart while you shop for groceries.

it's ridiculous and makes little sense but it is also wishful thinking. and most of my thoughts consist of mourning the painfully tender slice of normalcy humans could have given these giant war-raging bots if given the chance.

how we can finally find a way to fit the sharp and unyielding edges of their armors against the curve of our open palms. so they can learn how to be finally grounded to the soil and not drift against the nothingness of space. word barf but i'm going insane.

give me the domestic bliss i deserve with my sixty foot tall alien husband or i will explode like confetti.

#you are my muse #i want to hold them and forgive them #you wrote this beautifuly and gave me a second breath #thank you for this #i feel more at peace now #transformers #michaela o writings

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michaela-o · 3 months

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No my dude.. i'm the one with one braincell :"]

( but yeah fr fr i'd let both of them get down on me hard ( ｡ớ﹏ờ) )

HOLY SHIT???/?//?//??//

#that would be hot

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michaela-o · 3 months

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if i ever interacted with you and it was awkward just know im sorry and painfully aware that sometimes i come off like a person who is having the first conversation of their life

#silent reblog #(ŏ﹏ŏ。)

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michaela-o · 3 months

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YOUR BRAINSTORM POST GOT PENIS BLASTED NOOOOOOOOOO 😫😫😫

(Also do you have anywhere else you post your nsfw art? I’d love to follow you there if you do) 💚

HHHHHHHH so annoying right?😭🙏

yes yes i saw, it happend to my previous post aswell but i usually don't really do anything about it :"]

I also sadly don't have any place else where i post my art but i could dm you and send it for you there <3❤️❤️ just let me know if you want me to :3❤️

But thank you so much !!😻❤️ you're very nice :3❤️❤️

#transformers #digital art #transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #michaela-o #answered asks

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michaela-o · 3 months

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AH IM NOT DEAD GUYS- Nah srsly i apologize for dissapearing but i was having some fun time over at Temple of Primus server !!

Here is some g/t content with Pharma having fun time with his lil' female human🙇‍♀️❤️

#transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #yandere transformers #transformers mtmte #transformers g/t #g/t #mtmte pharma #pharma x reader #MTMTE #transformers vore #non con #art #small artist #digital art #procreate app #michaela-o #relic you made me do this😭🙏❤️

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michaela-o · 3 months

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YESYESYES OML

Okokok hear me out on this. The human mers and avians live in the same world.

#plz someone make a fic #i have so many idea #the voices the fucking voices😭🙏#this is both the AU on callsign_relics blog and the ask i got from michaela-o

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michaela-o · 3 months

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What are your favorite troupes in g/t? I personally am partial to fearplay and the tiny being completely helpless in a given situation, left up to the whims of whatever giant found them.

Okay, I absolutely adore fearplay and helplessness, ESPECIALLY if it’s paired with a language barrier <3.

But one of my favorite tropes is the tiny living in the giants home unnoticed, until maybe they take something and the giant notices. They get hurt and the giant finds them or the giant sets out live traps for pests but they accidentally catch the tiny.

Ugh one of my favorite characters swindle would absolutely be amazing to write fearplay with, especially if the human was caught by him, treated nothing other than his prized possession<3. (Basically just giants taking over earth).

I also love the idea of in transformers g/t them putting bells on their humans so they can always find the human. Watching the human thrash and struggle to get the bell off.

The tiny being absolutely feral being rescued whether it be from the cold or just as simple as some giant animal trying to get at them. The giant trying to calm down the tiny but they’re just a wild thing trying to escape.

(I think I mentioned this on relics page but also the human trying to use an escape pod to escape but being unable to reach the controls maybe their mech knocks into the control panel and they have to watch their human escape from their grasp. Or they scoop up their human and realize that they gotta keep a better eye on their human.)

I kinda went on a ramble but it’s okayyy<333.

#OML I LOVE THESE #i just don't even have anything to say i love the exact same thing with g/t #g/t fearplay #unintentional fearplay

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michaela-o · 3 months

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OH MY GOD THIS IS SO AMAZING PLEASE-

big bots being super careful around a small human makes my heart sway😭😭❤️❤️

Hello! I’ve always been curious about the “human in a space shuttle somehow ends up on a cybertronian ship and all the bots are trying to figure out what this random metal this is while the human is terrified” plot.

It would be interesting to see it played out with any character, but for the sake of direction, I’d like to request this with the Lost Light Crew?

It could be vore if that’s what you feel like wrong at the time, but I’d also go for some good ‘ol fearplay.

I apologize if this is too vague, have a good day/night and I love your writing!

Thank you for the request Glitch! I hope this is up to your expectations! I hope you don't mind that I picked specific members of the Lost Light crew to include in this story. Feedback is always appreciated! Have a great day/night as well! :D

Doctor’s (And Scientist’s) Orders

Pairing: IDW Ratchet, IDW Perceptor, and IDW First Aid x Human Reader

Word Count: 3115

Summary: You are a teacher who is being sent from Earth to a colony on Mars. A new life as an educator for the red planet’s children is on your horizon…until you are thrown terribly off course and end up in the bowels of the Lost Light. All seems lost for you when you find yourself injured and cut off from human society, at the mercy of the three Cybertronians who end up finding you and taking you in, whether you want them to or not.

The first thing you hear when you come to is the horrid screeching of your ship's alarms.

You groan and sit up. Smoke and flickering emergency lights greet you when you open your eyes. Electricity sparks from the stasis tank you were asleep in. Gas spurts from the ceiling, and everything is strewn about with the chaotic air of a tornado that just tore through an entire town.

“Warning,” your ship’s AI urgently alerts. “Breach detected. Damage is collateral. Warning-warning-” It sputters and fizzles out.

You rub the back of your head and feel something warm and sticky coat your palm. When you pull your hand back to take a closer look, you see blood.

Shit. That’s not good.

Standing up makes you feel like you are going to puke. Your head throbs and every breath you take sends piercing pain through your chest. Dragging yourself out of the stasis pod takes longer than it should while black spots dot your vision as you stumble to the dashboard and press your hands against it. “Run ship diagnostics,” you manage to rasp. The voice that struggles to exit your mouth is one you hardly recognize. It is thin and strewn with violent coughs. A metallic taste coats your tongue. More blood.

The AI glitches as it attempts to answer you. “Severe damage to hull. Severe damage to engines. Severe damage to thrusters. Life support online, but rapidly depleting. Escape pod offline.”

“Shit,” you breathe. “Try contacting Earth control.”

“Communications systems offline. Attempting self-repairs. Current status…5%.”

“How long until repairs are complete?”

“Estimations indicate repairs will be completed in…5 days.”

Not good. Not good at all. You push yourself away from the dashboard and take in all that has happened. This was not how the mission was supposed to go. When you were chosen to be sent to Earth’s Mars colony as a teacher for the young children growing up on the red planet, you thought it would be a smooth seven month trip with you peacefully slumbering away in stasis. You were supposed to be woken up by fellow human beings, not a devastating crash resulting in your ship being decimated. Something must have thrown you off course. A freak asteroid strike probably. Which begs the question…where exactly are you?

Ignoring how much pain you are in, you hobble through the remains of the vessel and head for the airlock doors. They remain tightly shut when you make it to them, hiding the knowledge of where you are from view. “Open the doors,” you call out to the ship.

“Warning. Remaining onboard is strongly recommended. Current exterior environment is unknown.”

“Override. Open the doors.”

The doors whoosh apart. You know there’s oxygen outside. If there hadn’t been, the ship would have prevented you from even entering the airlock chamber in the first place. Stepping off, you expect to see the barren landscape of Mars, or the alien environment of some other planet you might have ended up on. Part of you thinks you might still be on Earth; perhaps something went wrong with the ship before you could even break the Troposphere.

What you see surprises you. You are in some sort of…massive cargo hold.

Gigantic metal crates surround you, most of them exuding a pinkish glow. There are lights on the ceiling far above you, but they are dim, and serve little aid in giving you an estimate of just how large this place is. Turning in a circle, you feel awe fill you. “Yeah,” you murmur to yourself. “The ship definitely didn’t crash on Mars.”

Speaking of your ship…you take in the damage. It's an absolute mess of warped, crippled metal doomed to remain collapsed on its side until self-repairs are complete. It would take days, maybe even weeks, for damage of this caliber to be fixed beyond the communications systems. With no way to contact Earth or Mars, you truly are stuck.

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. Calm. You are calm. There is absolutely nothing to worry about. Yes, your ship is destroyed. Yes, you are suffering from critical wounds. Yes, you are in an unknown place with seemingly no way out. But you're alive. That’s what matters. And now you just have to survive for five more days.

You hear thumping in the distance.

It takes you a moment to register the pattern of heavy steps that are coming towards you. It’s something alive, you realize with dawning horror. Wherever you are, you have obviously made quite a racket, and now this planet’s local faunal residents are going to seek you out. There’s no way for you to know exactly what sorts of animals live here; any technology you might have used to your advantage is directly connected to the ship. With the ship offline, thus go the tools as well. You are completely in the dark, relying only on the little information about alien lifeforms you have to keep you safe.

You don’t need that information to know you have to hide right now.

You scurry back into the ship, biting back a shout of pain. God, there’s pain everywhere. How have you not passed out yet? Adrenaline does wonders for the human body, you sourly think to yourself when you have to lean against the wall to catch your breath. A hacking cough swells within your chest. When you cover your mouth with your elbow and release it, blood is splattered over your suit sleeve.

That’s when you hear the growling.

It’s unlike anything you have ever heard before. You’ve studied a multitude of animals. You’ve heard big cats roar, wolves howl, hyenas cackle, and birds screech. This is not a growl you can associate with any of those. It…holds similar qualities. But there’s something about it that remains blatantly off.

It sounds strangely like the growl of a machine.

You look outside of the airlock doors, and something huge lumbers out from behind a stack of crates. The first things your brain registers are its red and white armor platings, its bright blue eyes, and the horn-like finials extending from its forehead. It’s humanoid, yet possesses qualities that remove it from any such grouping. This thing is definitely not like you in any sort of way beyond having a face and walking on two legs.

“It’s…a robot,” you whisper. It’s a giant fucking robot moving all on its own, and looking none too happy to be here.

The mechanical creature snarls, lips upturning to reveal sharp canines that are probably longer than your arms. It hasn’t noticed you yet. Its focus is trained on the datapad it holds in its hands. Your mind is blown. This is obviously a member of a clearly intelligent race. Have you just discovered a new extraterrestrial species?

The robot looks up. At first, its eyes scan the crates around you, and it doesn't seem to notice the little ship nestled between them. You remain still, prey instinct taking its course and demanding you freeze where you are. Hopefully it will just move on…

It backtracks, and to your utter horror, it makes direct eye contact with you.

Fucking shit, you think.

The robot stares at you with an expression of pure shock. You stare right back with an equal amount of terror.

It steps towards you. That’s all it takes for you to scream at the ship. “Close the airlock doors! Close them now!”

The doors slam shut. You hear a shout from the robot, and everything shakes as it thunders forward. You stumble and fall with agony ripping through your poor body when you make contact with the floor. The cry that leaves you is riddled with pain.

“A-Activate self-defense protocol!” you order the ship.

“Self-defense protocols offline,” it says back.

“Well, how long until they are online?!”

“Estimated time equals…ten hours.”

“That’s not enough!” you scream rawly.

A gentle tapping echos from the other side of the doors.

You push yourself back, heart pounding as you listen to the robot move all around you. It’s growling softly to itself, and you can hear it touching the ship, running massive mechanical fingers across the walls that act as the only barrier between you and potential doom.

You don’t know what to do. Panic makes you frantic and you desperately try to think of how you can get yourself away from the monster outside. You have no way to defend yourself. You can’t even run. This thing wants you out, and you know it has the power to rip your ship apart in order to get to you if it wishes for it.

Suddenly, everything rocks. Your stomach drops when the entire ship shakes and you feel it being lifted into the air. Realization of what is happening hits you: it’s picking it up. If it can’t get you, it’ll just have to take everything.

“Nononono!” you cry out. The ship tips a little, and you slam into a wall with a grunt. “Stop!” You bang your fists against the metal. “Put it down! Put it down now!”

The robot simply growls in reply. You don’t even know if it hears you. There’s nothing you can do to stop this. You slump back and cover your face as hot, helpless tears finally begin running down your cheeks.

“What exactly is it?” First Aid asks as he peers down at the mangled hunk of metal sitting before them on the medibay berth.

“It’s a ship,” Perceptor flatly replies with a silent “What else would it be?” evident in his tone.

“This is a ship?” First Aid looks horrified. “But it's completely destroyed! How could it have gotten here?”

“It must have crashed during our last refueling.” Perceptor lays his servos over the top of the ship, examining it closely. He huffs and straightens, looking at Ratchet. “Where did you find it?”

“The cargo hold,” the medic replies. “I was down there searching for some extra medical supplies I know we have stored. I wouldn’t have seen it if it hadn’t been for what’s inside.”

“There’s something alive in there?” First Aid gasps.

“A human,” Ratchet replies. “It locked itself inside when it saw me.”

“Impossible.” Perceptor shakes his helm. “Humans are an endangered species that only occupy a small sector of a primitive solar system. They don’t have the technology to make it this far out in space.”

“Well, clearly they do. I know what I saw. These old optics aren’t that far gone.” Ratchet raps his knuckles gently against the ship. All three mechs have to lean in close so they can hear the soft squeak from inside.

“How do we get it out?” First Aid asks. “It could be hurt!”

“It is hurt,” Ratchet answers. “I saw it before it hid itself away. I don’t know how severe the injuries are, but I know it's in pain.”

“Then what are we waiting for? We need to help it!” First Aid presses his forehelm against the ship and whispers softly. “Hello, little human? Please don’t be afraid! We aren’t going to hurt you!”

A whimper is all he gains in reply.

Perceptor crosses his arms. “I can force it out, but you won’t like how I do it.”

“You can’t hurt it,” Ratchet sharply snaps. “That would be cruel.”

“I’m not going to hurt it,” the scientist bites back. “I’m simply going to pump a nontoxic gas into the ship that will cause it to eventually lose consciousness. It will have no choice but to come out, and then we can go on from there.”

“Are…are you sure?” First Aid wrings his servos nervously. “I don’t want it to be scared of us.”

“Whether it’s scared of us or not doesn’t matter,” Ratchet says. “It’s injured, and if we don’t do something, it’ll succumb to those injuries. It’ll understand we don’t want to hurt it after we patch it up.” He nods to Perceptor. “Go ahead, smoke it out.”

The scientist’s right servo transforms into a syringe. Ratchet watches with anxiousness churning in his tank as Perceptor presses his left index digit against the side of the ship and presses a small hole straight through with little resistance to stop him. A terrified shout from the human within causes First Aid to whimper.

Perceptor sticks the upper part of the syringe into the hole, pumping gas into the ship and pulling it back out after a moment, wisps of vapor trailing from the tip. A few seconds later Ratchet hears a string of weak coughs from inside. There is a tense moment where all three of them stand there, and then the doors open and you stumble out with a cloud of gas nearly enveloping your tiny form. You wheeze into your servos, then notice the mechs staring at you and try sprinting right back into the ship. Perceptor cuts you off, slamming his servo down and pinning you under his digits before dragging you back even though you yelp and thrash. You squirm one last time in his grip before suddenly going limp.

Perceptor gently shifts you to lie in the center of his palm. For a terrifying moment, Ratchet thinks you are offline when he sees how still you are with your optics closed. But then his sensors pick up on the rapid beating of your organic spark, and he relaxes. Not dead. Just simply unconscious.

“Give it here.” He holds out a waiting servo. Perceptor hands you over; you are given a quick look-over as Ratchet scans your body. There is a nasty cut on the back of your helm, and your vents are gravely bruised with terrible red marks. “Internal bleeding,” he mutters. “As well as external wounds. The crash really messed it up.” He curls his digits lightly over you and brushes his thumb over your forehead. “Doesn’t have a fever though, which is good. Damage is minimal, nothing life threatening. I can have it fixed in a few hours.”

“You know how to heal organics?” First Aid questions.

“I’ve been around for a long time. War changes you. I’ve had my equal share of saving Decepticon-ravaged planets inhabited by organics as well as machines.” Ratchet walks over to another berth, being careful not to jostle you too much. “First Aid, go grab the restrainers. We’ll have to keep it still so it doesn’t accidentally hurt itself when it wakes up.”

“You’ll have to keep it sedated too,” Perceptor says. “I can help with that. Just a little puff of the gas will keep it asleep.”

“Thank you,” Ratchet says, then pauses. “Listen. Don’t tell anyone about this yet. I don’t want everyone flocking into the medibay and stressing it out. We could accidentally scare this thing to death if we aren’t careful.”

“I won’t.” Perceptor nods. “Just…make sure it heals properly. I don’t doubt your expertise, but…” He looks down at you, and his optics soften. “It hurts my spark to see something so small in so much pain.”

First Aid returns with the restraints. It’s a small mechanism that runs on magnetic power, created by the Lost Light’s resident mad scientist, Brainstorm himself. Ratchet places it directly over your lax form. With a quiet beep, it presses lightly over your midsection, and magnetic bindings weigh down your ankles and wrists. Seeing you trapped like this makes him feel guilty. This obviously isn’t going to be something you will like when you wake up. But there’s no other way for this to go. You won’t understand his good intentions until he heals you. Until then, he has to keep you still.

He grabs a small serum of glowing blue liquid and bends over you, gently pinching your little fleshy cheeks and working your intake open. “C’mon little one, drink up,” he whispers when he carefully forces the liquid down your throat. He sees your faceplate tighten with discomfort, but your throat pulses as you subconsciously swallow. “There you go. Good human, good human.”

“What are you giving it?” First Aid asks.

“Something I learned to make back in my early days,” he replies. “It heals from the inside. Works on both organics and machines.” He pats your cheeks praisingly and draws away. “There. That should help with the bleeding. It’ll be fine now. I’ll continue to monitor it over the next few days.”

First Aid exhales a relieved sigh. Perceptor reaches out a tentative hand and brushes your hair away from your closed optics. “It’s so small…so soft…”

“We have to be careful with it,” First Aid frets. “We don’t want it to break.”

“Listen.” Ratchet’s tone hardens authoritatively. “I said this before, but I’ll say it again. We have to keep this between the three of us. Don’t tell anyone about a human being in here.”

“But what about the captain?” First Aid asks. “Shouldn’t he know?”

“The captain can’t know. If he finds out there's a human on the ship, he’ll go nuts with excitement and probably end up accidentally crushing the poor thing. Until I confirm it’s not going to drop dead at any moment, we keep it a secret. Got it?”

Both bots nod. Ratchet nods with them. “Alright. I’m going to stay here and make sure it’s condition remains stable. You can come back tomorrow to check in on it and see how it’s doing.”

Perceptor dips his head and leaves without another word. First Aid lingers, optics never leaving you.

“It’ll be fine,” Ratchet reassures him. “I’ll take care of it. Go recharge.”

It takes a lot for the other medic to step back and exit the medibay. Ratchet watches him go, then sighs and drags a servo over his faceplate. Becoming the caretaker of an injured organic lifeform was not something he had planned for today. Primus, how the hell am I going to tell Rodimus?

A soft noise drags his attention away from the alarming thought of what might happen if the extroverted captain learns about his new “crewmate.” He looks down at you and startles a bit. Your eyes, foggy and unfocused, are staring right at him. There’s a fatigued expression of utter terror on your face that once again has his spark feeling like it's been ripped from his chassis and stomped on.

“You’ll be okay,” he whispers to you. “I promise.”

You close your eyes and let your head loll to the side. Ratchet watches the soft rise and fall of your chassis for a few moments longer, then dims the medibay lights and returns to his previous work on the other side of the room.

Never do you stray far from his mind.

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