#‘no. no. of course it can’t be a fragging date. why would it be?’

[m0thisonfire]

When your Autobot crush needs your help with a case but you really don’t want to backtrack your Decepticon past and just want to shelve your silly fantasy comics.

Or

“Starscream, I need your help.”

“… Normally I would say yes to you without hesitation, but I don’t like where this could be going.”

“Look, I know it’s very sudden, but-”

‘Please just be a coffee date, please please plea-’

“I need your help tracking down the Decepticon.”

#transformers animated #tfa starscream #tfa prowl #redeemed starscream #Traitor Detective Au #prowl x starscream #‘no. no. of course it can’t be a fragging date. why would it be?’ #Starscream can’t catch a break it seems #no coffee date for him #I’m this close to just posting random fluff fics of this au #I just want them to hug and kiss #maybe angst #but I really really want to make a chronological story too hHNGG #JUST JUST KISS DAMNIT

[my-writings-and-musings]

For the bot reader sparkling prompt what about Swerve and or Whirl? (I’m especially curious about Whirl’s reaction if the (or one) of the sparkling(s) resembles him pre-empurata) I would toss a possible Misfire in there too but I don’t think he’s a bot you usually do.

Hope you're ready for FEELS and CUTE SPARKLINGS because that's absolutely my favorite combo anon! Plus I'd always liked the Scavengers but never really looked into their appearance in the comic until now, and thank you for giving me the impetus to learn about the chaotic but still lovable gaggle of misfits.

Swerve

·He's admittedly been on a whole new level of euphoria since the two of you started dating, but the moment he found out you were gonna be Creators he more or less ascended. Every scan nearly brings him to tears and he keeps all the pictures on him wherever he goes, so any bot that comes near will be ambushed by a flood of bragging and a veritable album of a bitlet that hasn't even been born yet. Suffice to say that when it was finally time to meet your little bundle, he was emotional, though for your sake he remained a surprisingly steadfast and supportive partner through the entire emergence. But the moment he laid his visor on that squawling little bitlet...

·"Tears" aren't quite sufficient to describe the waterfall that poured from his visor, but thankfully the staff was quite accustomed to such reactions and smoothly checked over the newborn before handing them back to their new parents. As a metallurgist for a species made of metal that's at it's most vulnerable after birth, he's actually been present for a few sparklings entering the world to provide potential care for those considered high risk, but nothing could have prepared him for seeing your beautiful new bitlet in person.

·Between praising you and the beeb he can hardly get a coherent word out through the blubbering, but his awe and adoration is still clear as day. You made a whole new bot, and now they're here, and they're the most amazing little sparkling the planet has ever seen! Every feature of yours or his that he sees gets him crying anew, and he can't possibly fathom what he's done to deserve any of these blessings. Countless photos of their first few hours are accumulated to join his collection in addition to being shared via intergalactic Wi-Fi to every friend you have.

·When your chosen visitors arrive he's absolutely effusive with his praise of you and the beeb. Do they see this bitlet? Have any of them ever seen anything this precious in all of history?! His Conjunx made them isn't that the most amazing thing in the entire galaxy like how did they even do that?! Even bots who know him well are amazed by how genuinely tender and affectionate he is, as there's not a joke to be heard from him even once. Truthfully he can't think of anything funny about this at all, except maybe how even the tougher bots that visit absolutely melt when they see the sweet little face of a newborn amidst a bundle of blankets, but he can't really blame them now can he?

·Despite all of his joy for the two of you being Creators, when it's just you and him and the sparkling again, he's quite hesitant to ask if he can hold them. He's held them before in the rush of the moment, but here in the still and calm... It worries him. There's so much caution in his grip when he takes them into a gentle cradle, his bulky arms easily supporting the tiny weight despite how unnaturally heavy they feel. There's a flash of worry for all the chances he'll have to mess up, but that disappears when a little fist pops free of the blanket and into the bitlets mouth, where they contentedly suckle on it in the most adorable display he's ever beheld. Somehow he knows it will be okay in that moment, because he'll never let anything happen to you or your new little addition.

Whirl

·His reaction to his own prospective sirehood was a near perfect example of internal screaming beneath a veneer of calm. Of course he wasn't necessarily surprised, and he loved you more than anything in any universe, but... you've met him, right? Sure, you fragged him, but have you paid attention to the kind of bot he is? Do you really want any of this around a sparkling, or remixed into one? Admittedly he hadn't had an argument for your simple "yes" in reply, and to the day your little bitlet arrives he still can't think of a rebuttal, beyond how his claws don't give you much of a hand to hold or provide good massages.

·Somehow the entire process manages to be Unicron levels of unthinkable horror and awe inspiring beautiful wonder at the exact same time, and his attitude is even more varied as a result. There are moments he's the calm partner whispering sweet nothings, the aggressive coach shouting for you to kick labor's ass, the panicking wimp who refuses to believe the body parts he's seeing belong where they are, and the petrified but dutiful sire-to-be frozen in horror while you hold onto him for dear life. Thankfully he manages to reign it all in once the two of you have a newly minted bitlet wailing in the real world.

·He'd expected to be awed, but also knew to brace for seeing a bundle that... didn't much resemble his current self, due to Empurata not affecting genetics, but he never could have prepared himself for the reality. One look at this tiny and flawless little accident and he comes embarrassingly close to fainting, his long legs folding into a chair some brilliant medic was smart enough to push beside the bed, and his optic growing misty as he beholds you and the whole new person you made. There's awe at the fact he contributed to making something unbelievably perfect, happiness for a million reasons he doesn't care to comprehend, but also... sadness. A face he'd never thought he would see again is looking up at him with the biggest and most innocent pair of optics, all while a tiny mouth nibbles on a pair of servos so like the ones he had taken from him.

·He should be... angry, maybe? Old Whirl would have been angry, furious at the Functionists for ruining so much, but he just doesn't feel it. The sadness in his spark isn't even for him, it's for this little one who will grow up and eventually figure out why his sire looks the way he does, and all the pain that may cause a bot who never did anything to anyone... But that feeling is so small it's quickly swept away so he can feel what he actually wants to feel, and he wants to feel happy damn it! You and he have a bitlet, and a pretty good one as far as bitlets go! Heavy stuff can be addressed later, the two of you get to enjoy this with friends! There's precious few bots he trusts enough to visit, but those that make the cut are welcomed and invited to pay respects to the cutest sparkling ever born and the bot who squeezed them out. He has to fight incredibly hard to keep from shedding happy tears, but seeing so many of his friends coo over this tiny miracle strains his emotional reservation to the limits.

·For all the love he has for the little one, and all his progress in accepting himself, he still hasn't held them by the time night is settling and you're in need of rest. Only your obvious exhaustion and his protective nature compels him to finally accept the sleeping sparkling, and even then he's a wreck on the inside, his spark all but crackling with anxiety as the delicate beeb is laid in his arms while he stays carefully seated. Nothing could have made him understand just how tiny this little guy was until this moment. As you drift off, he tempts fate and holds out the tip of a careful claw, not daring to ventilate as he gently adjusts some blankets for a better look. Something like abject terror shoots through him as a stubby hand takes hold of him, but he doesn't move, and the little one only coos and keeps his solid little grip. At that he lets himself cry just a little. Nothing will ever hurt you or this tiny gift so long as he lives, and he won't let anything past present or future ruin the happiness you've made together.

Misfire

·His whole life he's had a soft spot for things that need caring for, but every time he's found something or someone to take care of he's told himself all he really cares about is the potential benefit for him. Recent events have forced him to admit that there's a soft spark under his... business savvy ways. Finding out he'd be a sire though? That was an entirely new level of self discovery, because he's absolutely thrilled and has no logical reason why. He quickly has to tell the rest of the Scavengers, which becomes daily updates on everything sparkling related, so even his close collection of friends is admittedly a little relieved when the bitlet finally arrives and they can meet them. Thankfully none of them were there to see him faint on more than one occasion during the delivery, but he does have to make up a story about the dents on his head when he calls to give the announcement that their newest Scavenger has arrived, claiming that he got them in a heroic dive to save the bitlet when they were still slippery and dropped by a medic.

·While never one to be too mushy, he's made incredibly sappy just by the sight of the new little bitlet when they finally end up clean and swaddled in your arms. All across the little one's features are pieces of him that he recognizes on the spot. Blended perfectly with those are obvious signs of you, creating a whole new being who's got some of you both while still existing as their own unique little wonder. It defies all logic and yet he's so happy he can't really bring himself to care. From their optics to their stubby hands to their impossibly cute little pedes they're already the most perfect being to ever come into existence, making them tied with his Creators for perfection, and no bot is ever going to be able to convince him otherwise on that undeniable fact. But, for the sake of the moment he does have to wonder; does this sparkling yet realize how attractive they're going to be?

·The group is getting a million messages a minute from the new sire as they head over to see the newest addition, and when they finally arrive he does everything he can to present the little beeb with a proper introduction but can't stop getting misty optics and sniffling the whole time. Thankfully the Scavengers are an understanding bunch. Every one of them welcomes their new teammate with a carefully observant Misfire there to ensure they don't risk any kind of damage to the bitlet. Not that he doesn't trust them, but he does know them, so... None of them take it personally. Nickel is spared this oversight, of course, being a responsible bot and a medic more than capable of holding even a proportionally sizable sparkling. One she informs the new Creators is very cute in her proffesional opinion.

·Grimlock gets a special little moment with the new Sire, specifically one in which he gets to truly see how far he's come with his little adopted family now that it's started to grow. Misfire is fully trusting as he hands over the snoozing bitlet, and while the Dinobot is beyond touched, he does indeed hesitate just the tiniest bit. Gigantic servos absolutely dwarf the sparkling when they're settled within. Despite what any bot walking into the room might think, Misfire knows that at this very moment his bitlet is more or less in the safest place in the universe. They seem to be at least somewhat aware of this, as their little tubby cheeks lift up in a smile when they behold the gigantic bot looking down on them, a sight so unimaginably adorable it makes every bot present shed at least a single tear.

·When the rest of the group heads out after leaving a mountain of gifts in their wake, Misfire happily takes the beeb so you can get some sleep, because he at least got some rest when he passed out during emergence. Holding his little one with just the tiniest hint of uncertainty, he spends the night mostly chatting with them in a fully one sided whisper conversation, though he does occasionally get a tiny sound from the sparkling he'll swear is a coherent reply. Understandably, this little one has a lot to catch up on though. He can't help smiling at the thought of all the adventures he's going to be able to brag about to them, and how many you'll all have together once this little one is up and finally walking. There's so much he'll have to teach them too, and somehow that excites him more, knowing you and he will get to help shape this little wonder into the most amazing bot that's ever lived...

#transformers #more than meets the eye #mtmte #idw #maccadam #tf #lost light #my writing #my asks #anon #swerve x reader #whirl x reader #misfire x reader #scavengers #transformers sparklings #bot reader #self insert #requests

[lizacstuff]

SCK episode 46 asks!

Hi folks, below the read more you'll find a smattering of asks about this week's episode as well as a few spoilers for 47.

Good asks this week:

(under the cut)

Anonymous asked: this may be superficial of me, but why are they dressing Serkan in such ugly tops? they finally brought Eda's hair back but now this

BWAH! You're not wrong. You know what I'm wondering, if they've put him in some of those outfits because they are showing his suburban dad side? It's kind of a subtle nod to him embracing father hood and a different way of life? He's now all about running around the yard after his daughter and not about what he looks like when he's being SERKAN BOLAT, FAMOUS BUSINESS MAN and WORLD'S BEST ARCHITECT.

Also, Eda's hair, thank goodness they let that go once the flashbacks were over and we didn't need something to distinguish between then and now! Those curly bangs were not it.

Anonymous asked: They built up the Edser chemistry soooooo well throughout the episode... for that ending? Who decided to cut it there?! The scene was BEAUTIFUL I’m actually upset lol. are not we going to see any more? I’m not asking for a sex scene, I wanted to see THE moment they decided to get back together (the tattoo line doesn’t do it for me) - a few words, tears as they embrace, him walking through the door as she closes it, one passionate kiss, something! But it doesn’t feel like a cliffhanger that continues next week. I’ll be so underwhelmed when they cut to the morning after and we have to infer that they got back together overnight *sigh* if they were allowed 1 kiss only, id rather it have been here instead of ep 2

We do deserve to see how they reconcile, that should be one of the biggest moments of the season after 7 episodes of build up to it.

90% of final scenes in this show have continued uninterrupted the next week. To me there's no reason to think the next episode won't pick up right where this one left off. Crossing fingers!

Anonymous asked: It just hit me that Serkan is the “Kiraz” for Kemal - but Kemal actually missed his child’s whole 35 years 😬 this is an interesting turn of events. Also that line Serkan said about how fathers should love their child’s mother and how he didn’t have that with his own parents....but his real dad does love Aydan, more than she deserves haha.

Oh so true! Kemal really does love his mother more than she deserves! How he puts up with her, I don't know.

The parallel between Serkan/Kemal and Kiraz/Serkan is strong and I hope it gives Serkan some perspective when he starts grappling with this knowledge. I'm sure it's going to be very disconcerting for him, because while he expected to never see his father again, Alptekin is still his father. He's still the man who raised him and formed him into the man he is. Serkan still runs the company he founded and bears his name.

I don't expect any of that to change, but hopefully he can forge a separate relationship with Kemal that might fill some emotional holes that he has and bring him some peace.

None of that even contemplates how Kemal will feel, thankfully Aydan didn't willfully hide the truth from him. How awful to realize you lost 35 years.

We aren't there yet, but I wonder at what age with Kiraz learn the truth, that her dad is not an astronaut, that her parents went through hell with with cancer and plane crashes, and that her father didn't know of her existence until right before they met?

Just something to think about.

Anonymous asked: i'm so happy for hanker, don't get me wrong, and i'm also so happy we get "together" edser for so many episodes until the end, but i'm already tired of the constant "hanker improvising" comments i know i will be seeing. not that they don't improvise in some scenes, but i just know that every romantic edser scene is gonna be analyzed to hell bc ppl want to look for hanker in them. like there's no possible way that ayse, the writer ppl hate the most, could write any romantic scenes.. nope no way!

Yes, this is one of my pet peeves, I can't stand the "Edser left the chat" and all the "that's Hanker, not Edser" type conversation. it's so invasive and most of all disrespectful to not only the writers, but Hande and Kerem and all the work they pour into bringing Eda and Serkan to life.

One of the things in fandom that sets my teeth on edge is when folks take some interpretation of the character by the actor and then decide because it wasn't "scripted" (pro tip the vast majority of physical movements the actors make are "unscripted") that it must just be the actors themselves and have nothing to do with the characters. What an embarrassing and naïve assertion. Actors literal job is to take what's on the page and then translate that. So, no, OF COURSE, every look and touch is not scripted. The actors interpret how their characters would think and feel, and what they would do in given moments and then do those things.

Eda is not touching Serkan's arm just because Hande can't hold herself back from touching Kerem. Puh-lease, they are professionals. Grow up.

However, having said all that, I do think there was one scene that seemed to be very improvised this episode. The bean scene in the grocery store did feel like them just eFFing around. LOL.

andhewonherheart asked: @andhewonherheart: SCK promo department is best and worst all at the same time, cause giving away the last (cliffhanger) scene in fragman is just cruel. But based on the next week’s fragman thing happens that we we think happens *wink*

Hee! So true. The thing I'm grateful for is that in season 2 not one fragman has made me dread the episode, I think there was at least one fragman an episode from 29-37 that was hella upsetting.

As far as I'm concerned these fragmans are doing there job, making me want to watch.

I am really excited for Serkan planning how he's going to ask Eda to marry him, I wonder what Kiraz's reaction is going to be. So far she's been their very own cupid!

Anonymous asked: I didn't find it surprising that Serkan removed his tattoo as soon as Eda left. His logic is always out of sight out of mind though it doesn't work. He did the same when he broke up with her when he found out about the death of her parents. He removed all of her belongings. But their memories are too strong and enough for him to continue to remember her.

Truth! Will he ever learn that it's never going to work? He'll never be able to erase Eda, she has left an indelible mark on his soul. Let's hope he's never faced with that situation again! From here on out, he and Eda are together, a unit, and will live a long life together and in love.

Anyone have any guesses where Eda's tattoo is? Will we find out or will it remain between the characters.

Anonymous asked: I've seen some people say that Edser are getting married now way too fast and to that I just have to laugh lol. First there were complaints we don't have happy Edser and now when we do, of course there's something else. These two have had a rollercoaster of a year when they first met and a five year separation.. they've been through the dating phase, the engaged phase.. of course they'll head straight to the altar! It's not like Eda's plane proposal and that first wedding wasn't rushed either!

I'm on team head straight to the alter! No more waiting. They've had terrible luck, so they just need to tie the knot and make sure there are no easy outs.

As for people who think it's too fast, they don't even know the storyline yet, I swear there are folks who complain just because that's their personality and they're never satisfied.

Anonymous asked: From some of the spoilers of BTS pics, and the fragman we got, I was just reflecting on this season and Turk romcom dizis in general and I just wanted to say how LUCKY we are to see Edser married (again, from spoilers) and with a kid on screen for more than just 10 minute at the end of the finale. Like, it is really rare and as much as people have nitpicked on this season in general, I feel like watching these last episodes have been such a breeze after the last arc of S1.

Oh agreed, I think these episodes have been very enjoyable. The writers are giving me exactly what I want from this show. Comedy, UST, romance with a little light angst thrown in now and again. I would rewatch this season a dozen times before even thinking about watching anything from the 30s.

We are very lucky that we've got to see them as parents, and actually forming their family. We've gotten so much domestic goodness so far and we still have a ways to go. I'm very appreciative of this season and that Ayse came back, got rid of the constant ridiculous melodrama for melodrama's-sake and is telling a very human story about family and love persevering.

Anonymous asked: the last scene gave me chills for some reason. you could actually see eda fighting her head and her heart and deciding to take the step (metaphorically and physically!) towards him for good. i wanna SUE whoever decided to end it the ep there though.. it was actually cruel. also looking at the next frag.. it makes my heart soft that in the flashbacks we see serkan pushing off their wedding bc of his fears and now he can't propose and get married fast enough.. can't believe we're really getting it

I know, it's almost surreal at this point. Since we're near the end we know it's for real and won't be ruined by psychos or awful family members or terminal illness. I just hope that they give us an emotional scene when they get married, whether its just them or the whole cast is there as guests, after everything they've (we've) been through we need to see them both feeling that moment and reveling in it.

FYI - I'm out of town next weekend, so I may be slower than usual in replying to asks and in posting gifs of 47, but I'll get to it all eventually!

#Sen Çal Kapımı #Sen Cal Kapimi #Edser #sckask #sck episode discussion #edser discussion #asklizac jmo personal life #singles anonym

[starvonnie]

By The Light Of The Fireworks

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers - All Media Types Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Drift | Deadlock, Megatron Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Fireworks, Flashbacks

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He should be celebrating. All of Cybertron was celebrating. And there were places he'd be... well, perhaps not welcomed, but at the very least he would be understood.

No. No one would understand. Of all the millions of Cybertronians cheering for the end of an era, he was alone. Mourning what was the beginning of his own era. Their era. Ending before it could even begin.

Rodimus hugged his knees to his chest. His room was dark, but every so often a firework would light up his frame in shimmering colour. If he weren't so tired, and if he felt like he deserved the comfort the darkness brought, he would have drawn the blinds. But he needed the reminder that he should be happy. That this was a good thing. That, less than a decade ago, he would have been out there celebrating with the masses.

What had changed was a matter of spark.

And that spark felt tight. Confined. And yet, incomplete. Empty. The initial pain had long since faded, but Rodimus found the ache worse. Because it lingered.

"Do not grieve for me, Rodimus," Megatron whispered. He'd been whispering all day since Rodimus had been holding him close since they'd awoken. "You have so much more life to live."

"How am I not supposed to grieve?" Rodimus said through tears. He was amazed he still had any left to shed.

Megatron gave no response. He just hugged him tighter.

“Let’s just leave,” Rodimus said.  “We’ll steal a ship and—”

“No.”  Megatron cupped his wet cheek.  “Rodimus… my love… I can’t just let you become an accomplice.  If we’re caught—”

“At least we’d get to be together, still.”

“I doubt you’d be executed.  They’d likely just lock you up.  And I can’t have you spending the rest of your life behind bars just for more time with me.  I’m sorry, Rodimus.  I’m so sorry. But we knew this was coming.”

Rodimus sobbed.  

Megatron did his best to curl around his Prime, though not his for much longer.  Everything was slipping through his fingers.  His spark still beat, but it felt the touch of death.  Counting down the beats.  The bite Rodimus’ love had given him was losing its hold.

“I do need to ask a selfish request of you.”

“Anything.”

Megatron touched his helm to Rodimus’.  "Will you remember me, Rodimus? The way I am now?"

Rodimus nodded fervently. "I don't have a choice."

“I almost wish you would.”

Rodimus shook his helm.  “You freed Cybertron.”

Megatron sighed.  “Sometimes I wish you had been there, fighting at my side.  You wouldn’t have let me tread down this path.  You would have knocked some sense into me, or at the very least left and made me realize how far I had strayed from my ideals.”

Rodimus kissed him, tasting his own tears on his lips. He pressed himself as close as he could without merging.  And his spark yearned for it.  He wanted to know Megatron.  Know him.  He’d always wanted to.  He’d begged and pleaded and reasoned with him, but every time he shut the idea down.  His reasoning would come to pass that evening.  He wouldn’t feel him die.  Not really.

Not how he wanted to.

"Rodimus?"

Rodimus didn’t acknowledge him, but he felt the sympathy in his field as Drift approached.

"Here."

Rodimus spared a glance at the drink Drift offered him. Fizzy, bright magenta, and sure to be way too sweet. Exactly how Rodimus liked it.

"No."

"Please Roddy? It's from a celebration of life for him. Some people were even asking about you. I know you said you didn't want to go, but I think it would be good if..."

Drift trailed off as Rodimus hid his face. He could hide the twin streams flowing from his optics, but he couldn't hide his shaking spoiler and shoulders. He cried into his knees and was vaguely aware of Drift rubbing his back.  He didn’t want to seek his comfort because he knew the next time he’d need someone comforting him he’d find an empty berth.  But he fell against him, despite his better judgement, sobbing into his amica’s shoulder.

“Megatron wouldn’t want you to neglect your health.”

“He can’t want anything!  He’s dead!”

Drift didn’t react.  He just soothed him and said that he was here.  

After Rodimus’ current bout of crying ceased, Drift spoke up.  "I remember the way he looked at you. I remember being so frustrated watching you two be so oblivious to the others' feelings. Half the crew was making bets on how long it would be until one of you just confessed."

"And the other half hated me for it."

"Frag them. You love who you love."

"Yep. And who I loved left me alone and miserable. Sounds about right."

“Do you think I’m deserving of love?” Drift asked.

“What kind of question is that?  Of course you are!”

“Then Megatron is, too.”

Rodimus looked away.  “That’s different.”

“How?  We were both ex-Decepticons.”

“You know why.  Because it’s not about whether he deserves it or not, it’s about what everyone else thinks.  And they’ve clearly made their choice!”  Rodimus gestured to the fireworks display.  “So can you just leave me alone so I can be miserable in peace?”

“Nope.  I’m staying right here.”

“Hmph.  Fine.”

After a lengthy silence, Drift said, “You know he asked me for my blessing, right?”

“What?”

Drift chuckled.  “Well, it was more like him asking if I would kill him if he went for you. I told him I made no promises either way, and that in the end it was your decision and that I would support you either way.”

Rodimus tried to smile.  He nearly managed to, imagining a hunched and humble Megatron before Drift, glancing at his swords as he asked for his blessing.  But then he remembered.  The almost-smile wobbled and fell, and more tears came.  It was all he was good for anymore.

“You know no one would judge you for crying, right?”

“I don’t want to go to a party with a bunch of Decepticons!” Rodimus spat.

“Alright, alright…”  Drift pet his spoiler.  “Then we can have our own celebration of life.”

“No.”

“It helps, you know.”

“No, it doesn’t.”  Rodimus pushed him away.  “He’s dead and no amount of stories or praising his accomplishments is going to bring him back!  You have no idea what it’s like to lose your conjunx and watch the world celebrate.”

Drift sighed.  “You’re right.  On both counts.  I will never understand.  But I also know that holing yourself up in your room crying your optics out won’t bring him back, either.  I know what you’re doing.  You’re punishing yourself.  You hate that you loved him and you’re regretting it among all the grief, but it’s okay that you did, Roddy.  It’s okay that you loved him.  But you need to open yourself up to recounting your happy memories with him.  I don’t want you to bottle anything up or fake how you’re feeling, but if you only let yourself feel sorrow, that’s all your life will be.”

“You don’t know anything!” Rodimus screamed.  He gripped Drift’s shoulders hard enough to leave dents.

“It’s okay, Roddy,” Drift whispered, embracing him once more. “It’s okay.”

The real tears came then.  What he had thought to be a torrent before was just a light shower. This was a hurricane of sorrow that messily spilled from his optics as his vents hitched and caught.  His whole frame shook.  He felt out of touch with reality and all that existed was the yawning hole Megatron had left in his spark.

He needed his comfort.  Drift could try, but he would never make him feel as safe. Megatron had been a formidable grey wall that could shield him from the world, and would have been able to fight off any threat.  

He was exposed.  Vulnerable.  Exactly how he had presented himself to Megatron, hoping he would do the same and finally show him his spark.

He’d hesitated.

He’d regretfully refused.

Despite his need to protect him, his spark still burned. All he had done was deprive Rodimus of a piece of himself that he could always carry with him.  He had to rely on his memories, now.  Memories already greying at the edges.

Rodimus fell into his second state of being since the execution.

Numbness.  

He didn’t cry.  Didn’t move.  Didn’t feel.  He just existed.  His only function was to take up space, and even then, he tried to make himself as small as possible.

Drift was there all the while.  In the present, he wished he would just leave him to wallow, but in hindsight he would be glad that he was there with him.  He wanted to show how grateful he was to have him as an amica, but the only feeling his frame would allow besides sorrow, was anger.

“You don’t have to go to one of the parties,” Drift broke the silence, “but I want you to try and share a nice memory or two with me. Do you think you can do that?”

No.

“I’ll try.”  His voice croaked as if he hadn’t spoken in years.

“That’s all I ask.”

Rodimus swallowed a few times, then tested his voicebox a few more times.  He got half-words and finally actual words, but he couldn’t manage to string any of them into a sentence.  Every recollection felt too painful.  Even the recent memories.  Especially the recent memories.  So he went back, back, way back, to the beginning.  Their love had kindled, but it hadn’t yet taken a full hold of him in frame, spark, and processor.  Megatron was special, important… but had his execution date been set then, it would have been a little easier to move on.

“Did I… ever tell you about our rites?” Rodimus asked quietly.

“No.  I honestly wondered about it.”

“That bastard made me do all the work,” Rodimus said. He managed a miniscule smile.  “And he made it nearly impossible for me to even start the ritus.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.  We kept going to Swerve’s—his idea, mind you—and sitting in our booth. And since, y’know, he’s not one to just go to Swerve’s, I figured he was finally gonna do the Act of Intimacy.  And then he would hold my hand and my spark would stop, but he’d just keep going on as if it was a normal night.  Because it was, to him.  So, you know me, impatient as ever, I cornered him in our office after hours, straddled him, and told him about, y’know… stuff.”

Drift chuckled.  “I bet you caught him completely off-guard.”

Rodimus managed a little laugh.  “Yeah.  He had his hands up like this.”  He held them up and away from his body as though he were surprised.  He exaggerated his shocked expression, too.  “And he didn’t say a word for like a whole twenty seconds after I finished.”

“What did he say?”

Rodimus laughed.  “He said ‘where’s my gift?’”

“He did not!”

“Well, he was joking.  Mostly.  Only hitch was, y’know, I didn’t actually remember the gift part.”

“Roddy.  There’s four steps and you only have to do three.”

“Hey, I was betting on only having to remember one! By my logic I remembered double what I needed to.”

Drift laughed, shaking his helm.  “Oh, Roddy.”

“I made good on it, though.  Built him a little room on one of the lower decks that was completely shielded and had no cameras.  He got so little privacy, and I just wanted to give him some peace.  Even from me.”  He glanced at Drift.  “I know giving Megatron a room where we couldn’t see what he’s doing wasn’t the greatest idea, but… I trusted him.  I needed him to see that.”

Rodimus’ face fell.

Drift resumed rubbing Rodimus’ back.

“I know he didn’t deserve a second chance,” Rodimus said. “Some days I wish I hadn’t fallen in love with him, but…”  He swallowed around the lump in his throat.  “He made me a better person.”

“You brought out the best in him, too,” Drift said gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that happy.  And the way he looked at you… he looked at you like someone seeing the stars for the first time.”

“Yeah?”  Rodimus attempted a smile, but his lower lip wobbled.  “Do you… think I’ll ever see the stars again?”

Drift’s field embraced Rodimus with love, while he physically held him, too.  Rodimus cried, but quietly.  His tears dripped down Drift’s plating while his shoulders shivered.

“There are an infinite number of galaxies, full of billions upon billions of stars, with millions of planets to see constellations you’ve never even heard of.  So yes, Rodimus.  You will see the stars again.  But it won’t be the same stars you can see from Tarn.”  Drift hugged him tighter when his crying became a little more audible. “And you can always stop there, and look up.  It will be bittersweet, and it’s going to hurt, probably for a long time.  But someday, that sky will be something you can remember fondly.”

Fireworks went off right next to the building.  The joyous celebration drowned out Rodimus’ sobbing while the tears falling from his optics glittered in the rainbow of colours outside the window.  The colours that paid no mind to those grieving.  To those left alone.

To those who lost.  

#megarod #rodimegs #megatron #rodimus #megarod week #mtmte #starvonnie writes #oops i made a sad

[crystalconjunx]

B C F K L N for MTME Rodimus and Drift please! For the NSFW ask prompts!

Rodimus

(Favorite) Body Parts: 

He definitely has his own problems with self-doubt, but at the end of the day he's a handsome mech and he knows it.

He's not as fastidious as some mechs, but he loves his paint job and tries to take good care of it. 

He's most proud of his vibrant kibble (his spoiler and his sharp helm finials), but he just hopes his s/o thinks his face is handsome.

That being said, he also loves when his s/o pays special attention to his hips, waist, and thighs. They're perfect for grabbing, holding, and touching.

His favorite part of his s/o would undoubtedly be whatever part of them is most sensitive. He loves throwing an arm around them whenever he can. He can be a bit of a peacock and wants to show his s/o around!

Expect lots of aft groping and slapping. He hopes for the same.

Cum:

Rodimus is a very visual mech. On, in, or over doesn't matter to him so long as he gets to see it.

He loves to cum on his s/o's face the most. It's dirty, it's messy, and it's totally fragging hot. 

His second favorite is definitely inside either him or his s/o. Primes are just like that. Anyone who's carried the matrix has a thing for overloading inside (or being overloaded in by) their partners. 

Favorite Positions:

He's perfectly happy using either his spike or valve … unless he has the chance to use both, of course.

He loves taking his s/o from behind. It gives him access to their aft while he gets to really drive into those nodes and frag his s/o senseless.

He also likes being tied up and played with. He'd love his s/o to tie him to his desk and play with him for a few hours, but don't expect to escape unscathed.

Begs to ride your face and to have you ride his. Absolute pillow prince for oral of any kind.  

Kinks:

Claiming sex (fueled by either him or his s/o). He loves when either he or his s/o is possessive and feels the need to mark their territory. Loves to fuck after a battle or a fight, too

Dress-up and roleplay. Loves when his s/o wears something lacy and plays it up just for him.

Big breeding kink. Thanks, matrix. 

Definitely into rough sex, light bondage, just a smidge of pet play. 

He absolutely has a massive praise kink. Call him "Captain" in public after using it in bed and he'll catch on fire (which probably makes him a bit of an exhibitionist, too).

Location:

He doesn't care when or where. Berth, wall, floor, bathroom in a bar, desk, chair, alley. He's down 24/7. 

His favorite place is definitely his office. Having his s/o spread out on his desk just does it for him. 

He will frag his s/o in his Captain's Chair at every possible opportunity. He would probably do it in front of the crew if only his s/o (and Magnus) would let him. 

No's:

He can be a bit of a masochist, but he is not into painplay. He doesn't want to hurt his s/o. 

Degradation and face-slapping. Rodimus can be pretty sensitive. He loves if his s/o gets a little rough with him, but he doesn't like to be humiliated, insulted or called names in bed. 

Drift

(Favorite) Body Parts:

He knows everyone loves his hips, but he's honestly just glad his s/o likes them. 

He doesn't really have a favorite part of his own body, but he melts if his s/o tells him how handsome they think he is and how pretty his optics are. 

He blushes like crazy if his s/o tells him just much they like any specific part of his frame. 

Same goes for his s/o. He can't say he has a favorite part. He loves all of them! (But his s/o's thighs sure are nice…)

Cum:

He mostly likes to finish inside, but it really excites him if his s/o swallows him down. 

That being said, he loves seeing his transfluids running down his s/o's thighs. It's just a sight that the possessive inner Deadlock in him can't get over. 

Favorite Positions:

Prefers to top until he really gets to know his s/o. It makes him feel in control of himself for his s/o's sake. As Deadlock, he would toss mechs down and frag them without a care in the world as to how they got off. He's changed, and you deserve better than that. 

He's flexible. Drift is willing to test the limits every time he frags his s/o. He also loves tying them up in intricate ways. He still can't believe his s/o trusts him enough to let him do these things with them. 

Kinks:

Bondage, praise, spanking and teasing. Likes the feeling of being in control no matter the position. It takes some time for his s/o to build up enough trust for him to let go of that control, but it's worth it to hear the noises he makes.

Loves to hear his s/o beg for him. He feels like he could get off on their voice alone. He refuses to think about why.

If his s/o was into, he would definitely ask for a threesome (With Ratty, Wing, or Roddy for sure)

Location:

His and his s/o's berth, usually. 

Drift is an absolute romantic sap and prefers making love to fragging. 

Shore leave dates, fancy hotels, shuttle trip adventures… Drift wants to treat his s/o before he treats himself. 

Catch him in a certain mood, however, and he might just have to take them in the nearest supply closet. They've been an awful tease today and that deserves a little punishment.

No's:

He did spend some time as a prostitute, but it's not something he feels happy about. It was something he did out of desperation. He is pretty private with his sex life now and needs his s/o to respect that.

He's pretty torn about being really rough with his s/o because it was something Deadlock might have done. He tries to separate his old self from his new one and doesn't want to expose his s/o to that side of him. With enough time, his s/o might find a way to help him see that he can still enjoy himself without worrying about how rough he's being.

#alphabet kink #mtmte drift #mtmte Rodimus #rodimus #headcanons #valveplug #Drift

[wild-at-spark]

Meeting Shimmer

In reaction to @x-de-con-struct-ed-x 's conversation between Shimmer and Ironhide. Also introducing Paxafere! :D I finished this at like 2am if there is mistakes it’s because my brain don’t work anymore

Wild hadn't long finished a 24-hour shift, she was tired and her patience was wearing thin but she still had to go see Ironhide. Even if it was just for some company before she inevitably fell into recharge somewhere in the workshop.

The femme was sat on the counter with her back against the wall, watching the weaponsmith work when her attention was drawn to someone entering.

“Ironhide!”

The familiar voice caused the weaponsmith to turn around. “Shimmer? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here on business but I snook away to come see you.” She smiled, hugging the weaponsmith.

Wild just watched from her perch on the counter, servo resting over her spark chamber, a dull ache pulsing away. Why did seeing them hug hurt?

“Wild, this is Shimmer, the Amica Endura I told you about.”

Ah so that’s why it hurt. “Hello it’s nice to meet you Shimmer.” Wild smiled, honestly all she wanted to do was go to recharge she didn’t have the energy or the patience to force herself to be friendly but she tried for Ironhide's sake.

“Oh so you’re the femme I’ve been told all about, I’ve certainly heard a lot about you.” Shimmer extended her servo towards Wild.

Wild slid off the counter, hesitating before shaking the femmes servo and oh how she wished she hadn’t of touched her. Ice quickly forming over their servos, freezing them together, travelling up Shimmer’s forearm, stopping at her elbow. “Primus that’s cold!”

Wild looked like a deer in headlights, optics wide, staring at the ice on Shimmer’s arm before she grabbed hold and yanked hard, nearly pulling Shimmer over as Wild forcefully broke free. Chunks of ice hitting the ground before melting away. “I- I’m sorry.. I really should go, enjoy catching up.” Panic was evident in her voice and she couldn’t even bare to look at Ironhide as she hastily made her way through the workshop to the flat above. 

***

“What in the pit just happened? She froze my arm and nearly fragging ripped it off, Ironhide you told me she was strong, but you didn’t tell me she was that strong.”

“She’s an outlier Shimmer she didn’t mean any harm.” Ironhide sighed. “She’s not been this bad before she’s just stressed, she hasn’t recharged yet.. I’m really sorry Shimmer.”

“Are you convincing me or convincing yourself? No matter. No harm done, just shicked. But that could have gone better. I don’t think she likes me and I don’t want to get on the bad side of an ex gladiator outlier who’s got lethal powers.”

***

“Oh you’ve really gone and done it now Wild, you just had to freeze her didn’t you? Can’t do anything right can you?” The medic thought to herself, shutting herself away in the apartment, heel struts clicking on the floor as she paced around.

 "She’s just a friend that’s all.. a friend who is also a medic... a medic amica.. who he’s fragged. You aren’t special Wild let’s face it he’s done this to Ratchet too. You didn’t think anyone could truly love you did you? Don’t be foolish femme, be lucky you got this far. You'll be replaced by someone better, someone ...not broken. You could have really hurt her and then what would they have thought?" She looked at her shaking servos before looking at the room she was in, ice spreading up the walls, icicles sprouting and growing, pointing at the femme in the centre of the room. "Come on, stop it.. this isn't your place to wreck.. " She exhaled, rubbing her servos together. "Get it together Wild, its not like you didn't expect this.. you should know you should just stay alone." She stopped pacing, just blankly staring at the ice spreading around her, trying to stop it from growing, willing it away, focusing so much that she didn't hear the comm calling her.

 :: Wildrider, we need you back here as soon as possible to help... Wild! Do you hear me?::

::Hm oh...Sorry Paxafere. Yes right away. I'll be there, quick as I can.::  She replied, rubbing her optics before writing a quick note for the weaponsmith to find if he were to come upstairs.

 "I'm really sorry about the state of the apartment, work emergency had to leave before I could sort it out. - Wild"

The femme exhaled once again fanning her servos by her helm, holding back any more tears. “Come on no more tears, someone’s counting on you to make them better.” The femme stood in the doorway looking at her creation before looking away in shame, closing the door and quietly heading down the stairs, the sound of laughter coming from the bots in the workshop but it’s caught short , it sounds forced. Wild paused, standing completely still. She shouldn’t eavesdrop but her curiosity got the best of her, she wouldn’t listen for long, she just wanted to know what had caused the tension.  She pressed her audial against the wall allowing her to the catch Ironhide’s sentence.

“She knows about me an’ Ratch, and they get along alright.”

Wild shook her helm slightly.“ That’s because he’s a mech.. and she’s a femme…it’s different.” She whispered to herself, adjusting herself so she could go back to listening.

There was laughing again but it stopped just as quickly as it began. Something was wrong, something was off.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t think having you around would hurt her.”

“I know.”

“I love her, Shimmer.”

Wild’s optics widened, her servo resting on the railing causing frost to form, clinging and swirling its way around, catching her attention as she attempted to waft the frost away, instead only causing more to develop. Nice going Wild.  The change in tone catches her attention. Shimmer’s voice has softened too much for her to hear but she managed to catch the end of Ironhide’s sentence. “You think she’s in love with me?”

And then the sound of a slap. Did she really just slap him?

Wild bared her fangs slightly before she had properly processed what Ironhide had asked. Her expression then softened. “Of course I’m in love with you.. I have been since the day we met.” Wild shook her helm, quietly sneaking out the back of the workshop, she’d been longer than she intended and she had a patient to get to.

***

Wild made her way into the clinic. “Paxafere give me details why have I been called in after a 24 hour shift?”

“We need you to perform surgery, suspected fuel leak in the chest cavity. Patient is prepped just need you scrubbed up.”

“And you. I need my head nurse to assist.” Wild ordered, walking towards the sterilisation room.

***

Paxafere observed as Wild’s servos worked their way into the patients chest. The only noises in the room coming from the machines the patient were hooked up to beeping away steadily.

“I know you’re deep in a mech’s thoracic cavity but somethings up isn’t it? You talk when you’re in surgery, you aren’t talking what't going on?"

“It’s nothing, I’m fine– clamp” Wild insisted, holding out an energon covered servo.

Passing her the clamp Paxafere just looked at her. “It’s something..”

“Paxafere not here.. I can’t risk freezing this patient..” Wild shook her helm. “Retract that plating I’ve found our nicked fuel line and need a clear view to seal it."

“Powers playing up again?” The head nurse moving the plating out the way.

“Something like that.. pass me that soldering equipment.'

Paxafere followed the order passing her the equipment allowing the femme to seal the wound before removing the clamps and putting plating back into place.

" Get a nurse to take him to recovery and run a transfusion, he'll be fine."

"I'll meet you in the staff room I want to know what's going on." Paxafere stated before leaving.

***

When Paxafere arrived, Wild was already sat down, helm resting on her servo.

"Come on then out with it." Paxafere insisted as he sat beside her.

 "It’s Ironhide.” Wild sighed.

“What did he do? Oh I will fragging throw down with that mech what has he done?!” Balled up servo slamming onto the table.

“Woah calm down..”

“I slagging warned him if he did anything to hurt you I’d-“

“Paxafere! Calm down! It’s not what he’s done.. it’s me being stupid and having feelings I can’t control about him”

“What do you mean?”

“.. Earlier someone turned up at the workshop, a femme, a medic , it just turns out she’s another amica endura of his..he's been open about them but I didn't expect someone so pretty. I panicked, I froze her arm and then the living room of the apartment and the damn stairs as well."

“Oh femme. You think you’re being replaced don’t you? You're pretty too you know."

Wild glared at him "That's a lie."She paused “He told her that... he loves me.” She paused again trying to think. “well that’s what I overheard anyway and I want to believe it. I really do and my spark aches because I love him too, I really do Paxafere.. I’ve never felt this way before, it’s new and its scary because I don’t know what to do. But there's a bad feeling eating away at me..”

“Wildrider you’ve fell hard, really hard. You’ve gone soft you beautiful femme. What happened to that burning spirit where you made decisions in a split second and kicked the aft of anyone who got in your way? And that bad feeling is jealousy femme, you’re jealous because thats normal."

"She comes out when I’m drunk and she’s not needed in Iacon.” Wild groaned and buried her helm in her servos. “What do I do Paxafere?”

"This mech really means a lot to you doesn’t he?”

"My spark aches at the thought of being without him.. I never thought I’d fall in love.. but here I am.”

“Then tell him, Primus femme! Tell the mech you love him! What are you still doing here, go! Go to him and tell him, what is there to lose He’s only going to accept you with open arms!” Getting up and pulling the femme out of her chair before ushering her out the staff room. “Go spend some time with him, go on a date, do something just fragging tell him you love him!”

“Okay! Okay!” The femme laughed a little as she was pushed out. “I owe you one Paxafere.” Giving the nurse a hug before bounding her way out of the clinic.

“Anytime sweetspark. Now go get your mech and show him how much he means to you.” Paxafere chuckled, patting the femme’s paulron before she left with a spring in her step. He could have sworn he could feel the love she had radiating off her. Those two would be fine, just fine indeed.

#❄ The one who warms my spark ❄ #❄️the calm before the storm ❄️Paxafere ❄️

[shenglingyuan]

title: put little trust in tomorrow (1/2) (ao3) pairing: jiang cheng/wei wuxian summary: Jiang Cheng is but a mortal man with long pent-up desires and affection, who was he to deny himself of this chance? friends-with-benefits chengxian in modern day (:3

Chapter 1: carpe diem

   A blast of rock music wakes Jiang Cheng from his deep slumber. No matter how many times he has listened to this, the sudden drop of the bass and the metallic sound of the electric guitar never fails to jolt him awake. However, the same can’t be said of Wei Ying, who at the moment is still soundly snoring next to him. To think that it’s his phone that is blaring so loud…he reaches for Wei Ying’s phone and turns the alarm off.

    “Wei Ying,” he shakes him by the shoulders, “Wei Ying, wake up.”

    He gets a sleepy groan in response.

    “C’mon,” he sits up, pulling the blanket off of him, revealing Wei Ying’s bareness underneath. “Dr. Zhang will be on your case again if you show up late one more time.”

    “Hey!” Wei Ying is startled from the sudden cold, groggily staring at Jiang Cheng’s mocking smile. Then, without warning, he grabs Jiang Cheng by his waist and pulls him back down to bed.

    “You --!”

    “Ah Cheng, you really don’t expect me to go to class this early after last night, do you?” Wei Ying mumbles, happily snuggling Jiang Cheng in is arms. His warmth spreads on Jiang Cheng’s bare back, his breath making the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.

    “Idiot, it’s not even early anymore. I set the alarm to eight forty-five.”

    “Anything before ten is too early.”

    “Your class is at ten.” The walk to the university usually takes them twenty minutes at the earliest, if Wei Ying doesn’t get distracted by the most random things. Jiang Cheng has learned to leave the flat thirty minutes before class starts. In order to do that, he must wake Wei Ying even earlier.

    “Want to sleep.” Wei Ying still doesn’t budge.

    “Fine, I’ll wake you up again after I’ve taken a bath,” Jiang Cheng removes himself from his hold and heads to the bathroom to clean up. It only takes him ten minutes tops.

    Though spring is starting to transition to summer, Jiang Cheng still picks a black turtleneck to wear to class to hide the marks Wei Ying carelessly left on his neck and chest. Many spots are turning to brown now, severely visible against his pale skin. When he finishes getting ready, the other man is still sleeping, returning to his loud snores.

    He lets out a sigh before crouching to wake him up again.

    “Wei Ying. Your turn.”

    He doesn’t respond at all. Jiang Cheng motions to grab his shoulders again --

    Wei Ying suddenly reaches for him first and pulls him down, laughing gleefully, burying his face on the crook of his neck and breathing in, “Mm, kinda want to sleep some more.”

    “Dr. Zhang will drop you from class if you have two more absences, get up!” Jiang Cheng protests, prying his hold off of him, “And let go of me, you haven’t even taken a bath!”

    “Fine, fine,” he finally obliges, getting up from the bed, not caring that the blanket that keeps him covered has now fallen off of him.

    Jiang Cheng instinctively looks away. When he hears the door to the bathroom close, he finally relaxes and lies down back on the bed, covering his eyes with both of his arms. What are we doing? He has been asking himself the same question for months now, but he never seems to arrive at any answer. What’s worse, there seems to sprout even more questions. It is a question that has always been at the tip of his tongue, but never has left his lips. There is the fear that such few words could ruin something that has been and is being built for years.

    “ Quam minimum credula postero ,”  he whispers like a prayer, hoping his heart would listen. Put very little trust in tomorrow. Just revel on what there is today.

__

   “I swear, Dr. Zhang’s face darkened when the two of you actually arrived on time,” Nie Huaisang whispers hurriedly as they made their way to their next class. Thanks to Jiang Cheng’s understanding of Wei Ying’s time management, or lack thereof, they were able to enter the doors one minute shy of the official class hours.

    “Some idiot sleeps like a log,” Jiang Cheng pointedly says, earning a stuck-out tongue from his target.

    “I’m impressed you managed to wake him up. Must be hard being his roommate.”

    “Excuse me, I’m still here,” Wei Ying drapes his arms on his friends’ shoulders, taking advantage of his height, “You know what’s difficult, Huaisang? It’s being Ah Cheng’s roommate. I thought we left Madam Yu in Yunmeng, but it seems she’s living in him!”

    Nie Huaisang laughs, while Wei Ying receives a hit on his side from Jiang Cheng’s elbow.

    “Anyway, I’ll go first now,” Huaisang says, letting Wei Ying’s arm drop, “See you at lunch!”

    Huaisang goes a different way from the two of them. Both Jiang Cheng and Wei Ying are Business Management students while Nie Huaisang is majoring in Economics. Having gone on the same primary school and high schools, they are the closest of friends. Every semester, they make sure that they have at least one similar class and similar break times.

    Jiang Cheng adjusts his collar, suddenly worrying that the hickeys might slip out from view. Wei Ying notices his movement and he reaches out as well, helping him to fix his collar.

    “Sorry,” he says with a smile.

    “No, you’re not,” Jiang Cheng huffs, “You always do this.”

    Wei Ying moves closer to his ear. “You look good in a turtleneck, though.”

    Such blatant flirting in the middle of the day…Jiang Cheng closes his eyes and resists the urge to roll his eyes. Wei Ying laughs heartily, knowing full well the effect he has on him. Thankfully, they finally arrive at their class and Jiang Cheng enjoys almost an hour and a half of peace from Wei Ying. ‘Almost’, because there must have been a cumulative total of seven minutes of disturbance from Wei Ying himself, who despite being terribly unfocused in class, still manages to get respectable marks.

    The class ends right on time and the two make their way to the cafeteria. Huaisang has already been waiting for them on one table and they join him.

    “Ah, you already bought food?” Wei Ying says as he notices the steaming bowl of noodles in front of Huaisang, “Ah Cheng, I’ll buy us food. What do you want?”

    “Whatever you’re getting.”

    “Okay!” Wei Ying leaves and goes to the food stall that sells spicy beef noodles, as expected.

    “You know, Jiang Cheng, if we haven’t been friends for over a decade already, I’d think you and Wei Ying are in a relationship,” Nie Huaisang suddenly comments, looking anything but innocent.

    “What— why did you even think of that?” Jiang Cheng bristles on his seat, pulling up his collar consciously.

    “Ah, don’t mind me,” Huaisang shrugs off his own statement, “Just random musings.”

    “Oi, what are you talking about? How dare you leave me out again?” Wei Ying arrives with the tray of their food. One of the bowls is bright red, obviously his. Jiang Cheng gets the less spicy one.

    “It’s nothing,” Huaisang answers, “Just told Jiang Cheng that if I didn’t know better, I’d mistake the two of you as boyfriends.”

    Jiang Cheng looks at Wei Ying’s face for his reaction, but there is only his usual smile.

    “That’s not the first time I heard that,” he answers, and the topic has never been brought up again throughout their lunch.

    __

   As much as Wei Ying is the one enjoying most out of their arrangement, he’s the most quiet one too when the conversations goes into the direction of a ‘relationship’. Jiang Cheng has learned early on not to pry on the topic anymore, else he risks losing Wei Ying entirely. To be honest, he didn’t think himself to be one to engage in a ‘friends-with-benefits’ type of arrangement. After all, he has been into Wei Ying even before this mess. If given the chance, he’d actually want to be committed to him.

    Yet, during a night of deep conversation about life and whatnots on their shared bed, Wei Ying must have decided out of nowhere that it was a good timing to move for a kiss. Jiang Cheng was initially surprised and Wei Ying almost thought of it as a rejection of his advances. But before the moment could dissipate, Jiang Cheng kissed him back. The kiss led to one thing and another, the two of them getting drunk not in liquor but with each other.

    After revelling in the point of no return, Wei Ying had said, “I hope this doesn’t change anything.”

    With those few words, Jiang Cheng already understood, and the hope that he was just starting to cultivate withers. But he agreed, “Of course.”

      Jiang Cheng is but a mortal man with long pent-up desires and affection, who was he to deny himself of this chance?

    And so they fall into an endless cycle of satisfying each other during nights when they needed to, and treating each other as the close friends that they are in front of everybody else. Some nights, they don’t even do anything, just sleeping with their arms around each other as they have been doing for a long time. These are all but friendship, Jiang Cheng reminds himself everyday.

     Carpe diem. He has started to appreciate the overused Latin phrase. Quam minimum credula postero.

__

   “You know, you can actually date people if you want to.”

    Jiang Cheng is occupied with making his report on his course on taxation. The report is not due in two weeks, but he wanted to make sure everything will flow smoothly. It takes him a while to process what Wei Ying has just said.

    “I know that,” he returns his eyes on his laptop, suddenly feeling his chest tighten up for some reason.

    “Then why aren’t you?”

    “The keyword is ‘can’, not ‘have’. It’s not a requirement. Besides I’m too busy.”

    Wei Ying raises an eyebrow at him, as if to say, then how come you have time here?

    “I’m not dating you.”

    “Point taken.”

    A stretch of silence follows, only filled with Jiang Cheng tapping the keyboard and clicking on the touchpad. Wei Ying is quietly reading his own assigned paper, peeking at his phone from time to time.

    Yet, Jiang Cheng’s mind is suddenly filled with so much noise. The topic of dating has always been a fragile glass between the both of them. For Wei Ying to bring it up himself, Jiang Cheng can only infer that something has made him think about it.

    “Why,” he finally asks, feeling the urgent need to calm down his thoughts, “Are you thinking of dating somebody?”

    “Eh, takes too much effort,” Wei Ying lets out a snort, “I don’t want to waste my time having to know new people all over again.”

    Then he’d rather people he already knows by heart.

  The meaning behind his words just rekindle Jiang Cheng’s frustrations anew. Wei Ying has no shortage of friends, owing to his bright and warm personality that naturally attracts people of all kind. But in the question of who he knows best, of course the answer will be Jiang Cheng. And yet, Wei Ying expects nothing to change between them despite everything they’ve done together.

    Jiang Cheng laughs at himself inside. What a fool he has been. What a fool he is being. What a fool he still will be. For even if it’s Wei Ying himself that tells him he can meet other people, it’s only Wei Ying that can satisfy what his heart is craving for, no matter if he only gets the crumbs.

    Just how long can he keep a blind eye on the inevitable future that is to come?

 ___

   The end of a semester signifies the left and right sem-ender college parties hosted by different organizations in the university. Consequently, the invites are coming from left and right as well. Though not a member of any organization, Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng have received multiple invites already. Since Nie Huaisang’s business-related organization is holding one of their own, the two decide to go there instead.

    As expected, the place is packed with university students wanting to release all the stress they have accumulated from their hell weeks. The moment they arrive, there has been an endless stream of random friends that pull them to a side to converse, or to drink, and much later in the night, to dance. Eventually, Jiang Cheng loses sight of Wei Ying. He settles on a relatively empty corner and leans against the wall. Almost everybody is on the dance floor, swaying with the music and holding drinks in their hand.

    “Jiang Wanyin, right?”

    A familiar voice calls to him just as he is downing his sixth glass of beer. Looking at the source, he finds that it is a classmate in one of their electives. The name has already escaped him though.

    “Hey.”

    “…Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my name?” The girl looks offended. Upon closer inspection, Jiang Cheng could see the red flush that has already spread from her face to her chest. He raises his eyes immediately.

    “Maybe I have,” he throws her a wry smile, hoping she gets the drift and walks away. Instead, she probably has decided that Jiang Cheng is the best company as of the moment and leans on the wall right next to him. “Do you need anything from me?”

    “Perhaps.”

    Jiang Cheng looks around. Amidst the packed crowd, he sees a group of huddled people side-eyeing them from time to time.

    “Are you here on a dare?”

    The girl just shrugs, chugging the vodka bottle she’s holding.

    “Whatever it is, I’m not giving my consent,” Jiang Cheng says to be safe. He’s not ignorant to the games their peers love to engage in especially during times like this.

    A laugh escapes the girl’s lips, “I didn’t know you could be funny. Don’t worry, it’s not something like that.”

    “Then why are you suddenly here?”

    “A bet.”

    He raises an eyebrow at that. “What is there to bet on?”

    “I suppose you’re already taken then,” she says instead, completely ignoring his question, “With how defensive you’re being?”

    Jiang Cheng has yet to form the answer on his mouth when Wei Ying suddenly appears by his side, a wide smile on his face, a glass half-filled with a brightly-colored drink on his hand.

    “Heyyy!” Wei Ying drags his greeting, draping an arm over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, then turns the both of them to face the girl. “Lin Yuhei, am I right?”

    “Glad you remember me, Wei Wuxian,” Yuhei knowingly smiles at both of them, “Anyway, I’ll go first. Thanks for the company, Jiang Wanyin.”

    In no time, she has returned to her group of friends, and a certain amount of money gets passed around.

    “What was that about?” Wei Ying asks confusedly, “I never knew you were friends with her.”

    “I didn’t even know who she was.”

    “Maybe she’s interested in you.”

    “Hah. Funny.”

    “What are you even doing here sulking? Man, we’re at a party!”

    Jiang Cheng swigs the remaining beer, swaying the empty cup in the air afterwards, “I’m too old for this kind of thing.”

    Wei Ying makes a face at him, then he says, “Wanna go home?”

    His arms are still around Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. They are both unusually warm from all the alcohol, and Wei Ying’s breath smell both of smoke and liquor. It seems he has been enjoying before he came over. He doesn’t want to be such a burden and force him to go.

    “I can go by myself, you can stay here if you want.”

    “You sure?”

    “Yeah, I don’t think you’ve had your fill of alcohol.”

    Wei Ying stares at him for a while, then at the end, shrugs, “Alright.”

    “Call me when you’re about to go home.”

    “Yes, mom,” he grins.

    Jiang Cheng books himself a ride and made his way home in silence. Thinking about it, he could have persuaded Wei Ying to go home with him. Most likely than not, it would have ended up again in one of their usual nights, given the alcohol.

    Maybe, it’s precisely why he insisted on going home alone. He could at least tell himself that he’d successfully avoided another temptation.

    Yet upon arriving at their apartment, and even after he has cleaned up and laid himself on bed, he kept on tossing and turning, feeling restless at Wei Ying’s absence. Every other two minutes, he’d check on his phone for any new message. Never mind that he doesn’t turn it on silent mode anyway. His eyes must see for him to believe.

    Unable to sleep, he flips through his Wechat to check updates from the people who’s still in the party. Wei Ying appears in a lot of pictures. One of the stories even had him chugging what remains of a vodka bottle, the surrounding people cheering for him loudly. In the next story posted by Nie Huaisang just seven minutes ago, a person is pushed forward to the center and the people started shouting ‘Kiss him! Kiss him!’. The person comes closer to Wei Ying, too close to be just a friendly distance. The video then ends, leaving the watcher hanging if anything really did happen afterwards. Jiang Cheng freezes for one moment. Slowly, he releases a long breath, willing his heart to stop beating so painfully.

     “It doesn’t concern me,” he repeats at least five times before closing Wechat and throwing his phone far from his reach.

    Not even a minute later, the discarded phone started ringing. Jiang Cheng immediately gets up and reaches for it, answering the call without looking at the screen.

    “Hello?”

    “Jiang Cheng?” It’s Nie Huaisang. “I’m about to drive Wei Ying to your place, just letting you know.”

    “Thanks, is he out?”

    “Nope, but conversation is impossible.” An unintelligible protest comes from the other end of the phone. “As you can hear -- Ah, Wei Ying! Damn, wait, gotta let him puke first before I drive him home. We’ll be there in a few.”

    The call ends, and somehow, Jiang Cheng feels a bit more at peace. At least Wei Ying is with Nie Huaisang now. He had thought the guy would end up sleeping in other people’s place.

    Jiang Cheng waits for twenty minutes in front of their building. A familiar engine sound finally arrives, he sees Nie Huaisang's car pulling over. Standing up abruptly, he rushes to the car as soon as it stops, opening the door to the passenger's seat where Wei Ying is dozing off.

    “Thanks, man,” Jiang Cheng tells Nie Huaisang as he pulls out Wei Ying from the car, “Sorry you had to babysit this bastard in my stead.”

    “It's nothing at all. I'm just gonna warn you of his major hangover when he wakes up. He's too drunk, actually saw him making out with some guy that we don't know. So yeah, really drunk.”

    A needle-like pain stabs at Jiang Cheng's chest.

    “Is it the same guy on your story?”

    “Ah, you saw that already? Different guy.”

    “I see. Thanks again,” he swallows heavily, suddenly finding it hard to breathe for a moment. “Be careful in driving.”

    “Yeah sure, see you around.”

    It isn't until the car's tail lights disappear from his view that Jiang Cheng finds the strength on his legs to walk back into their apartment. Wei Ying is still out, so he bends down and places Wei Ying on his back, carrying him piggy-back style.

    Still, the weight in his heart is much heavier to bear.

 ____

    Wei Ying wakes up as the sun's rays hit his face. This also reminds him that it's way too late as their room faces the west. With his head pounding, he rolls on the bed until he falls on the floor, having no motivation to get up on his own.

    “Ah Cheng!” he calls out. No answer. This time, Wei Ying finally gets up, roaming his eyes around their empty room. “Ah Cheng?”

    He looks for his phone and finds it on the bedside table. There are at least over a dozen notifications in each of his social media accounts. It seems as if he made quite of a mess last night. There is even a chat on his Wechat with six consecutive lines of message. He doesn't know who the person is though, so he ignores it. He flips through his other apps, checking all notifications. None came from Jiang Cheng.

    Feeling worried, he calls his phone. Jiang Cheng picks up after the seventh ring, “Finally awake?”

    “Where are you? You didn't wake me up.”

    “Can't I go out without you?”

    “That’s low, but I’m still your friend and your roommate. What if Madam Yu suddenly calls out of nowhere and looks for you? What am I supposed to say?”

    “She wouldn’t do that.”

    “Oh yeah? Then what if it’s Sis that suddenly looks for you?”

    Jiang Cheng heaves a sigh on the other end of the phone. “Do you need anything?”

    “I…” Wei Ying pauses then, realizing he doesn't really had any reason for looking for him. “I was just worried. When I woke up you're suddenly gone. It's never happened before, you know.”

    “Better get used to it. It's not like we're married.”

    Then Jiang Cheng unexpectedly drops the call.

    Wei Ying is left hanging, frowning at his words. Jiang Cheng sounded as if he's mad at him. The married remark is not a new thing, it's even a running joke between the two of them. But just now, that word seemed to carry a bitter poison.

    He looks at his phone again and checks last night's updates from other people. Not long after, he finds Nie Huaisang's story featuring him and some guy. A blurry memory rises up in Wei Ying's mind.

    “Ah...fuck,” he mutters, going back to the six consecutive lines of messages that be received. This must be the other guy he now vaguely remembers making out with. He calls Nie Huaisang then, and the phone is answered almost immediately.

    “Whoa! You're finally alive.”

    “Did you bring me home last night?”

    “I did, I did. Why?”

    “What did you tell Jiang Cheng?”

    “That I saw you making out with someone because you're too drunk?”

    A light bulb seems to have turned on at the back of Wei Ying's mind. “Ah.”

      “Is there a problem?”

    “Nothing. Thanks by the way.”

    He drops the call then contacts Jiang Cheng once more.

    “What-”

    “That was nothing,” Wei Ying cuts off before Jiang Cheng could say more, “The guy I made out with. It was nothing.”

    “Should I care if it was something or nothing?”

    A frown contorts Wei Ying’s face, “...Right, I just wanted to say.”

    “Nothing ever means something to you, Wei Ying. You and I both know that.”

    Wei Ying suddenly feels lost. Jiang Cheng has never been vocal about his feelings. Always buried underneath his words is his real meaning, but Wei Ying never really spared time to read between the lines. It made their arrangement easier to bear.

    But just now, those resentments seem to surface, displaying themselves in bare sight.

    “What time will you be back?”

    It’s not his style, but Wei Ying thinks he and Jiang Cheng should talk things out.

    “Dinner, maybe. I’ll buy us food, don’t worry.”

    “What are you doing anyway?” The sound of a doorbell can be vaguely heard from the other line, the bark of dogs making Wei Ying irrationally nervous all of a sudden. “Is that someone else’s house?”

    There is a moment of silence, as if Jiang Cheng is still trying to string his thoughts together.

    “Can you come home earlier?” Wei Ying asks.

    At the same time, Jiang Cheng says, “I’m looking for a new place to stay in.”

#chengxian #mdzs #i write sometimes

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@mari-strider this is the stuff but i can’t promise you it’s any good bc it was written in a 3 am daze where i went “pining? with a happy ending? alright” and my brain ran wild. becky says it’s p good though, so i’ll have confidence in them klsajdlskdjaslkdj

It’s casual when Wizard says, “I mean, if you’re looking for a berthmate, I’m open.”

It’s casual when Drift smiles at them, even if it makes their spark flutter, tugs on emotions that they’ve never been able to keep under wraps.

It’s even casual when Ratchet drags Wizard back to his and Drift’s hab after a shift.

It’s casual. There are no strings attached. Except there are, because Wizard knows that they’re on strings. They know that if Drift asked they would fall to his pedes, they already do. They know if Ratchet insulted them, they’d take it. They know that they won’t speak a word of hurt or discomfort.

Still, their spark aches. It’s a bruising and bitter feeling that they’ll never admit to anyone with audials. They stay despite it. It’s all casual.

“Tonight?” Drift asks them, smile lewd and wanting and Wizard can’t say no. It’s the closest they’ll ever get to the connection they crave. If Drift or Ratchet ever think they’re using Wizard, they’ll offer the knowledge that they’re using them too.

Wizard smiles at him, wide and normal and a bit more fake than they want, “Of course, Drifter. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Drift’s optics squint with his smile. “You sure don’t have a date or anything? I thought you said you were trying?” he asks.

It was never a lie, but they know they’ll never move on from this. From Drift or Ratchet. “Drift,” they laugh, all honesty, “bots would have to be dumb to even consider me for something more than a fling.”

His smile doesn’t change, but something in his optics shifts, “You’ll find someone eventually.”

Wizard shrugs, “Don’t count on it.”

The look he gives them is contemplative but he turns away, “See you tonight.”

“See you tonight, buddy,” Wizard says, turning back to their console with the tip of their metaphorical hat.

They have about an hour to kill until their shift ends and the youngling in them gives them the worst and best version of fun. They spin their chair despite their knowledge of Ultra Magnus’ ire. It technically wasn’t against any form of regulation unless “dicking off” counted as a violation.

When their shift finally does end, they contemplate just going to their own berth. Ratchet and Drift could miss them this time. They were tired.

Despite the thought, they don’t actually want to skip out without an explanation. They drag themselves down the halls to the couple’s hab. Tiredness slips through every strut and they’re venting with sleepiness by the time they arrive.

They knock on the door with only a moment’s hesitation. Ratchet opens it, greets them with a “You’re finally here.”

Wizard smiles, sheepish, “Yeah, well, I’m tuckered out, my dude. I thought I’d stop by to tell you both. I kind of forgot I could comm until I was here.”

Drift’s face appears from behind Ratchet’s shoulder, “If you’re too tired for a frag, that’s fine. We were finishing a movie Swerve recommended anyway.”

“You can still come in,” Ratchet says, stepping aside to let them in.

“Nah,” Wizard grumbles, venting out another approximation of a yawn. “I think I’ll just crash.”

Drift gets a weird look, makes a gesture that makes Ratchet sigh. Ratchet shakes his helm, pauses, contemplates for a long moment. He says, “You can sleep on our berth while we finish up. You came all this way.”

“I’m not far,” Wizard argues lightly. Still, they let out another vent.

“You’re halfway across the ship,” Ratchet points out.

Wizard crosses their arm across their chest with a huff, “The ship isn’t that big.”

Ratchet raises an optical ridge as he says, “You’re tiny.”

“So? Tailgate is tiny and he lives even farther Swerve’s than I do here and he goes there more often than not.”

Ratchet rolls his optics, “Just come in.”

Their argument had never been real, they know, so they aren’t surprised when the finally give into the request. They step into the hab without another word.

“Berth’s open,” Ratchet says as Drift plops himself onto the couch without a word. He looks so happy and relaxed that Wizard is almost glad Ratchet convinced them to be here.

Wizard slips into the berth that they’ve only ever been in once every great while, slips under the warm and soft organic blankets that Drift adored. Ratchet gives them a look they can’t read before going to sit by Drift’s side. They slip off faster than they’d like. They don’t get enough time to appreciate their relaxed frames or their bantering.

Sometime later, the berth shifts next to Wizard, enough to jostle them. Someone says, they barely recognize is as Drift, “Careful,” like he’s trying too hard to be quiet.

“I am being careful,” someone else grumbles back. Ratchet.

Wizard doesn’t say a word, just presses into the closest warmth with a humming sound. The frame by their side freezes. There’s a moment of silence before Drift asks, “Hey, Wizard, do you mind if we climb into the berth with you?”

Wizard thinks groggily for a second. Then, “It’s cold. Get in the berth.”

Ratchet chuckles. The both of them spend a few moment adjusting Wizard as they fall back into the heaviness of sleep, not bothering to stay awake long enough to watch them.

When they wake up for real, they’re warm and smushed between two weights that radiate heat liked furnaces. They’d almost complain if they didn’t like being so warm. They wiggle a bit to find a better position against them, one that didn’t pin their arm under them.

“Wha?” Drift questions tiredly from above them. “It’s early.”

“Well, I’m pinned here, Drifter,” they whisper back, optics darting to Ratchet’s face to see if he was awake. He wasn’t.

Drift shifts to the side without complaint. They have enough room to actually slip out of the berth, but when they try Drift’s arm find their waist. “Huh?” he asks, still half-asleep but more aware than he was moments before.

They’re sitting up but the arm on their waist causes them to lose balance. They end up elbowing Ratchet in the face. “What are you—” he growls, then softens. “Oh. It’s just you two.”

With both of them awake and their optics on them, Wizard suddenly feels uncomfortable, like they’ve overstayed a welcome. Like there’s an expiration date they never bothered to read.

“I should get going,” they try.

Drift finally sits up, “You can stay as long as you want.”

“I think Rodimus might miss all my flirting if I did,” Wizard jokes, excuses jolting to the surface, “but I really should check in with Magnus. We usually refuel together.”

“You can comm him,” Ratchet says, ever the common sense of the two.

“I don’t have a reason to miss it,” Wizard argues coolly.

“We have fuel,” Drift offers. “The sweet kind that you like.”

Wizard thinks about it, “Tempting, but that would mean telling Mims that you bribed me.”

“So you’ll stay?” Drift asks them, look sly and so, so tempting.

“I’ll stay,” they mutter. “I am pinning my absence on you though.”

“That’s fair,” Ratchet agrees.

He slips out of the berth and walks over to their energon dispenser. Two cubes are filled with normal bright pink energon, but another is filled with the pink-tinted-silver that Wizard knows is the sweet stuff. They accept it from him with a “Thanks.”

They down it in record time before the question that had churned in their tanks comes out of their intake, “So, wanna tell me why you wanted me to stay so badly? I’m not exactly prime cuddling material. Or conversation material, for that matter.”

Silence follows the question until Drift sets his cube on the nightstand and suddenly his lips are on theirs before they can even think about it.

The kiss is harsh and demanding in a way that would have their knees weak if they were standing. His glossa slips into their mouth without resistance, tangles with their own with skill that they’re used to in the berth and not outside it.

Suddenly, Ratchet’s servos are on their shoulders. “Don’t open your panels,” he growls into their audial, a low tenor that has them shaking. “Don’t. That’s not what this is about.”

As if to contradict his point, one of his servo slips upward until it’s under their chin and pressing at their throat with a soft pressure that leaves them wanting. “Do you understand?” he asks them.

Drift pulls away from them, giving them a chance to answer. “Yeah, okay,” they breathe. “But I have to know what this is about then, if not that.”

Ratchet’s chin comes to rest on their shoulder. “This is about you. About us.”

“Weird, but alright, you’re the boss. Talk,” they demand of him.

The servo against their throat presses a bit more. They want to press forward but the refrain. “You want a partner, right?” Drift asks them coyly, optics locking with theirs.

Wizard sighs, huffs really, “That was the plan. Yes.”

“How about two?” he says.

His servo gently touches their helm kibble, the pieces beside their jaw, and they freeze. Their processor takes a moment to play catch up. “I already interface with you,” they bite, challenging him.

They can feel Ratchet shake his helm, “We want something more permanent.”

Wizard understands, they do, but disbelief fills them like fuel that’s too cold. It drown them like oil. “Sounds fake but alright,” they finally say, voice shaking, optics watering.

Drift’s servo shifts upward to rest under their horn, “It’s not fake.”

Something breaks. It isn’t their spark. They give in easily. “Okay,” Wizard says. “Okay.”

Drift dives in for another kiss. It feels right this time. More right than kissing Drift has ever felt. They return it just as eagerly.

#self-ship: dratchetwiz #self-insert #my writing #my posts #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #mtmte #idw #drift #ratchet

[orangewritesstuff]

Hello there Orange!! Welcome! Hope you do great! Could you do MTMTE Drift, Rodimus, Megatron and Swerve reacting to bot s/o telling them they love them for the first time??? Thank you so much!

THIS IS SO LATE, I’M ALREADY DOING GREAT. OH, ANON, I HOPE YOU STILL WANT TO READ THIS. you’re welcome, ohlol.

Also, I love these boyz. These boyz are awesome. 

AND I DON’T KNOW WHY MEGATRON’S AND SWERVE’S PARTS ARE BIGGER THAN OTHERS. HELP ME.

Drift

It was a regular day on the Lost Light, you and Drift were having a rest after some training. He is telling you some stories about first adventures of the crew, which happened before you came on the board. 

You were smiling at him, sitting next to him, hugging your knees, your head tipped to the side. 

He looks at you and smiles at you too. 

“Why are you smiling? I didn’t tell you funny part yet.“ 

“I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

He opens his mouth, trying to say something, probably, but there is no sound. His optics is so wide… In the silence sound of his vents turning on is almost too sudden.

“Oh.” All he said. You are still smiling, even though there is a small sting of fear - does he feel the same?

“I-I…” He stutters and starts again. “I love you too. I was waiting for the right moment to confess, but, I guess, you did it better.” Now he is smiling almost stupidly wide.

You smiled again and leaned against his shoulder. “Yeah. I did it better.”

Rodimus

Dis boy was so obvious with his crush on you. He was flirting with you, used cheesy pick-up lines, but, on the other side, he was so overly gentlemanly. 

He was too afraid to confess, tho. Not like he would ever admit it.

This day was one of those days when he was in a good mood and tried to make you laugh with stupid jokes.

It worked. 

“Oh, Rods. You are something else, I love you so much!” You said, giggling. The words come out unconsciously, you didn’t mean to confess.

He stopped in mid-sentence. For a moment, there was an awkward silence, mostly because of how confused you become when he stopped talking.

Oh. OH. So THAT’S why he is silent. Oh no, what should you do now? Should you push it further, go for it, confess? Or confession made like this would be too blunt? 

Well, here goes the first option… You smiled with as much confidence as you have and tried to speak as smoothly as possible.

“You mean it?” “Actually, it was just a phrase, but yes, I mean it.”

He smiled like a lovesick fool (which he was, let’s be honest) “And here I thought my pick-up lines don’t work. Now, the most beautiful bot on the Lost Light, whom I fell in love with, would you like accompany me, the most handsome captain in the Universe, on a date?”

You giggled. “Oh, it would be my pleasure”

Megatron

You’ve had feelings for him since… since forever?

Ok, not since forever. You actually were the one who was scared of ex-warlord and his presence on the ship.

And then he suddenly quoted your favorite book. And then you two talked for the first time. He was… a little bit stiff and awkward because he knew that you were scared of him. 

But then the conversation suddenly blossomed and turned into a long talk, which protracted for more than an hour.

After that, you realized that you fell in love with old mech, with ex-warlord, with someone, who arrange mass genocide, with… With Megatron.

And here you were, standing in the corridor, waiting for his conversation with Rung come to an end, so you can… What? Go there and tell him?

It was Rewind who told you about the looks Megatron was giving you. And about the way he talks about you. And about how oblivious you were.

And now you don’t know what to do. You were so ready to go and tell him about your feelings, but now? How are you going to make this relationship work? He will be judged, he will be punished for his crimes, there is no way he can just escape all of this. And what about you? You’ve had a brilliant career, what if being with him will ruin it? Is it worth it?

They finished talking and Rung left. It’s now or never. You have two choices - to remain silent or to confess. And you didn’t know what to choose.

Your spark chose for you. You sighed and turned around the corner. He noticed you, of course, and tried to say “Hello”, or something, but you didn’t let him finish.

“I love you”

Silence. You lifted your gaze.

Oh, his face. His beautiful faceplate with this always tired and sad optic, oh, this look on his face, it crushed your spark. He looked so scared and almost ashamed, for a moment it seemed like he was going to cry or scream in agony. 

“You shouldn’t…” His voice filled with static. 

“I know.” “I’m a monster…” “I know” “Stop being so calm, you don’t understand! You can’t just pretend that I didn’t do anything-!” “I’m not going to.”

He gave up eventually but still looked so… vulnerable. “I can’t do this to you… Not to you.” “I’m not asking for this. I just… Just wanted you to know, I guess.” “And what should we do now? What do you want to do now? What do you expect?” “Nothing. And what I want? I want to live my life. And love you. I want to love you.”

Instead of crying or snapping again, he carefully and slowly wraps his arms around your frame. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Who cares?”

It was worth it.

Swerve

This boy is so obviously in love, even without flirting like Rods. He can’t even remember when exactly he fell for you. First sight? First talk? First laugh? First friendly hug? He doesn’t know, but he fell so hard.

Swerve is very self-conscious and his self-esteem is so low. He just can’t confess. He is not worth you. He will never be worthy enough. Of course, it’s not true, but in his thoughts? 

Skids tried to encourage him to tell you about his love, but Swerve ignored him or joked to avoid this theme. 

That is before Skids talked to you. He hated doing this because it was Swerve’s life and he shouldn’t have intruded, but, hey, he tried to ask you smoothly. About Swerve, about your feelings… And he was lucky - you liked Swerve too, even more - you loved him, you fell for him as well! So he encourages you to tell Swerve. And you agreed.

So, Skids made sure this evening in Swerve’s nothing would interrupt you two. 

You were drinking, talking, everything was wonderful for a meeting of two good friends. 

One moment, there was a comfortable silence, you are looking at him and he is smiling at you. And then you decided to speak up.

“Um, Swerve? I wanted to tell you something.”

Oh, how oblivious he was. Oh, if he could only knew WHAT you were going to say because His thoughts were immediately filled with fear. “They want to tell you that they don’t want to be your friend.” “They hate you.” “You are worthless, even they can see it.” “They noticed and wants to laugh at your stupid crush.”

“You know, we’ve been pretty good friends…” “Here it is” “But now I understand that I want to be more than just friends. I love you, Swerve.”

“What? What did they say? Love me? Me?”

He gulped. “This is very cruel way to prank me, Y/N”

“I’m not joking!” You took his hand. “I love you, I can shout it to everyone in the bar, to everyone, if it will prove you I’m not joking!”

Oh boy. Oh Primus. He is crying. Swerve can’t help himself, he just… He can’t believe it. And when he can, he just SO. FRAGGING. HAPPY.

You love him. He loves you and you love him. This is the best day of his life. He has friends. He has you. He is not worthless if someone as beautiful as you can love him.

You rushed to hold his faceplate while asking what is wrong, but now he is laughing, and he is crying, and probably everyone is looking (and silently thanking Primus, FINALLY, THESE TWO CONFESSED, OUT OTP IS CANON) but he is so happy, and he does not give a damn.

He somehow manages to nuzzle in your neck, stil crying and happily mumbles something about how he loves you and how happy he is. As if you not noticed.

In the end, probably you’ll kiss him and bar will blow up with cheers and applause. 

#orange imagines #SEND HELP #MY BOYS IS TOO CUTE #I CAN'T HANDLE IT #I'M CRYING #I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH #TOO DAMN MUCH #maccadam #mtmte #mtmte headcanons #mtmte imagines #mtmte drift #mtmte rodimus #mtmte megatron #mtmte swerve #drift #rodimus prime #rodimus #megatron #swerve #transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers idw

[nihilismbot]

WhirlAid for the last ship meme

Fake datingThis is the single stupidest plan Whirl has ever heard. He’s all for it.

Whirl lays it on THICK after all, not like anyone would every want to actually really date him, so why not have fun with it?

There’s just the problem where First Aid has a crush on Whirl? He had thought it was just infatuation and it would go away in no time. But with Whirl always being so close, and telling him he’s cute, and bragging about how lucky he is to have him. First Aid was holding out hope that once he got to know Whirl, he would stop having a hero crush on him, turns out that Whirl is actually really good boyfriend material???

First Aid confronts Whirl about having actual feelings and Whirl sort of… shuts down because what? That’s like saying a circle is a square, it doesn’t make sense. Whirl is an antisocial psychopath and he likes it that way! No one should be having feelings for him!

Whirl wants to push First Aid away, but can’t because of [whatever reason they’re fake dating]. Instead, he just turns down his overt displays of affection. But even being more distant doesn’t cause First Aid to lose interest. 

The medic gives Whirl more space and tells him once the ordeal is over, they never have to speak to each other again, but he wanted Whirl to know the door was open.

In the end, Whirl doesn’t date First Aid. He keeps regular contact with him and let’s him know about some of his sessions with Rung, but he doesn’t date him. No matter how many times he heards First Aid talk about what a hero he is, he can’t believe it. And he can’t date First Aid until he is the hero First Aid deserves.

BodyswapFirst Aid felt generally bad for Whirl, and all empurata victims, before. But now he feels awful. His sight and hearing are dulled, his hands are useless, he feels like an invalid. 

Whirl feels… wrong. Not only does he have his hands back, but he has *medic* hands. He has the most skilled type of hands in the galaxy! He can finally make watches again! But, what would he be if he went back to being a watch maker? He can’t have that peace he’s been denied. He can’t go back to living the calm life of a chronosmith, he hasn’t had that life in centuries! 

Anger was what kept him going, and boy is Whirl pissed that the world gave him hands before he was ready. 

There was no effort made to keep the switch secret. It would have been for naught anyway. Whirl suddenly moping about how damaged his body is, First Aid fighting everything that looked at him funny, no one would be fooled.

That’s another thing. Yeah, empurata isn’t pretty. It sucks. But you aren’t worthless after it! First Aid needs to get over himself and accept that the world is a cruel place and bad things happen and you move on! 

First Aid does learn to stop pitying Whirl for his handicap. But Whirl never learns to calm down.

Overall, bad experience for everyone.

Sexpollen/fuck or die/aliens made them do itWhirl was mostly able to ignore his interfacing protocol until First Aid kept moaning about how brave he was. Then, it seemed to be a better idea to go with it and get one good frag out of a weird day.

Dark!ficActually, empurata is pretty fascinating. It’s illegal now, of course, but something about it…

Whirl’s been slowly recovering and thinks he’s read for a new face (not yet ready for hands) but First Aid doesn’t want that. He’d lose his beautiful wrecker with his one eye and limited expressions and dulled senses. So First Aid keeps coming up with reasons that Whirl can’t get a new head.

Really, he looks better like this. More docile too.

Secret kinksFirst Aid loves to be dominated. Whirl loves to be held gently.

Their first kissFirst Aid is about to leave for Cybertron. Optimus Prime needs help and Mirage shouldn’t be without a doctor. He’s the most logical choice.

Whirl’s watched a lot of bots leave his life, most of them he was happy to see go. But he wants First Aid to stay. He can’t keep him, just like he can’t keep anything good in his life so he accepts it.

Making one last check of everything, First Aid sees Whirl peaking in the doorway. First Aid walks over to him.

“I’ll be back.”

“I know.” but it’s clear from his voice that Whirl doesn’t believe him.

First Aid retracts his mask and firmly grabs Whirl’s arms. “I’ll be back. I promise.”

Whirl looks at First Aid, watching his lips as he speaks. He leans forward and presses their heads together.

“I know.”

Meeting the parentsFirst Aid’s parents are mortified. Their sweet boy ended up with… There aren’t even words to describe him. 

Worse, Whirl is on his best behavior. He doesn’t give a scrap if First Aid’s parents like him or not, but he’s hoping that First Aid will keep liking him. So, he’s doing his best! But his best still isn’t very good. He still cracks inappropriate jokes, he still speaks too loudly, he still tells gore-filled stories at the dinner table.

First Aid’s parents take him to the side and tell him he can’t see the ex-Wrecker anymore. First Aid pleads with them, he tells them about the people Whirl’s saved, and how Whirl’s helped him through his guilt, and the sacrifices he’s made for others. Maybe they’ve only seen the boisterous side of him, but First Aid promises that Whirl is a good bot. They still don’t really believe him but, well, he’s an adult and he can make his own choices. 

Whirl’s parents don’t really like First Aid either. He’s a pacifist medic, what’s there to like? It’s bad enough their boy wants to make watches instead of be in the military, now he’s dating some hippie? Just shoot them already!

First Aid feels bad that Whirl’s parents don’t like him but Whirl looks him straight in the optics and asks, “Do you really think I care?”

Moving in togetherFirst Aid keeps all sorts of trinkets and souvenirs around. He has pictures of his friends, pictures of the Wreckers (some are signed!), several autobot insignias, and medical dataslates all over his suite. It’s not messy or disorganized, but it’s more cluttered than Whirl is used to.

Whirl only recently started to keep clocks he’s made. And that’s it. The clutter is a little unwelcomed. Especially the Wrecker pictures. 

They compromise by Whirl letting First Aid display any Wrecker pictures without Impactor. (First Aid keeps all of his pictures, of course, but he keeps them in storage)

A crossover of my choiceRescue Bots

Everything is the same but there’s no threat of anything bad happening to them ever.

An AU of my choiceI can’t think of any good ones, so I go with the garbage Coffee Shop AU one

First Aid is a barista with an interest in military history living with his roommate, Ambulon.

Whirl is a disabled war vet who makes clocks and lives alone.

He drinks Coke.

He drinks Pepsi.

Can they ever fall in love!?!??!

#zzxid #transformers #whirl #first aid tf #whirlaid #nihilismbot writes #headcanons

[thebibliomancer]

100 Days of Comics! 045/100: Legends of the Dark Claw #1 (1996)

So today’s pull from the box of mystery brings us... Amalgam.

Oh dear.

Okay so once upon a time, Marvel and DC had a crossover and then the universes were poorly jammed together. No, I’m not talking about JLA/Avengers.

So a bunch of Marvel and DC properties were smooshed together into a new Amalgam Universe. I’ve heard that the majority of the Amalgam titles were Not Very Good and kind of half-assed. I’m not expecting much. Maybe some yuks.

Then again, Dark Claw is what you get if you squish together Wolverine and Batman which seems... like not the natural two choices for characters to be squished together. They mostly only have three things in common: a tendency to mentor the youth (although Bruce usually mentors boys and Wolverine girls), saying they are the best there is at whatever they do, and being incredibly popular.

So yeah. That third point is why they were probably jammed together.

So who else has been jammed together? We have Dark Claw’s young ward Sparrow - Jubilee dressed as Robin. Unclear whether she has her firework powers still.

There’s Huntress - Carol Danvers dressed up as Huntress. Since she lost her powers in the deal, its not really worth it. And I can’t figure out what exactly Carol Danvers contributed to this mix aside from the name.

The Hyena - Joker plus Sabretooth WHICH SEEMS LIKE A TERRIBLE IDEA.

So with all of that established, what kind of plot do you get by mashing up Wolverine and Batman?

Mostly a batman plot with references to mutant healing factors, adamantium, and two of Wolverine’s supporting cast dressed as Batman’s supporting cast.

We start off with Dark Claw attacking Hyena at the Gotham Gazette printing plant, having deciphered his fiendish riddle of “black and white and red all over.”

... Is Hyena part shitty Riddler in addition to Joker Sabretooth?

Anyway, they tussle for a while and Dark Claw threatens to slit Hyena’s throat but Hyena’s gang shows up and uses bullets until Dark Claw has to run away to his Claw Copter. As piloted by Sparrow. Who remarks that she would have preferred to be called Death Urge Overdrive instead. Which leads me to believe that Sparrow is Robin + Jubilee + Negasonic Teenage Warhead DESPITE THE DATES NOT MAKING ANY SENSE FOR THAT.

Also, Hyena throws Frolic Frags at Dark Claw but they just make normal grenade noises. That is a missed opportunity. They should have made laugh splode noises like the Green Goblin’s pumpkin bombs in Spectacular Spider-Man.

But I digress and digress and digress.

“Meanwhile, in the artsy-trendy section of Gotham” Huntress Carol Danvers in name only breaks into the swank penthouse of one Logan “techno-wizard, painter, sportsman and walking enigma.”

Yup. Instead of using the guise of an idle playboy, Logan does... a bunch of stuff sounds like. But he’s most famous for his distinctive art style “said by some critics to ‘possess the fury of feral slashes.’“

LOGAN YOU ARE BAD AT SECRET IDENTITY.

Honestly, most of the paintings we see look like he just paints slashes on top of amorphous blobs.

Huntress finds a bunch of photos that don’t jive with Logan’s public records - including a picture of him in the RCAF with Creed H. Quinn, alias Hyena.

And then she opens his closet and finds a bunch of Dark Claw outfits. YOU ARE BAD AT SECRET IDENTITY LOGAN.

There is no reason for them to be in this closet. Its revealed in just a couple pages that there’s a pneumatic tube down to the claw cave (actually called the Barrow, meh) behind a secret panel in the closet so why not have your costumes down there instead?

Well, so because Huntress can discover his identity.

Dark Claw pops out of the secret panel and demands to know what she’s up to. She explains she wasn’t after Dark Claw. She was investigating Logan’s ties to Hyena.

So Dark Claw decides to explain his whole backstory. And since he’s Batman + Wolverine, its twice as tragic. When he was five, his parents were killed in front of him by an armed robber. He was sent to live with his mountie uncle in Alberta who was then killed by some poachers. Then he was sent to an orphanage. And then as soon as he was old enough he joined the Royal Canadian Air Force. That’s where he met Creed.

Him, Creed, and four others were chosen for a secret Canadian project to create remorseless killing machines devoid of all human compassion. Because Amalgam Canada is still a terrifying hellhole.

The project succeeded too well with Creed. Because the researchers forgot that the best thing about unliving weapons is that they are usually inert weapons that don’t get up and start doing harm by themselves.

Logan was a failure. BECAUSE HE HAD A CONSCIENCE.

Geez, Dark Claw has swung a huge 180 from saying he couldn’t let Carol walk out knowing what she knows to telling her everything she didn’t already know.

I’m also kind of confused what Dark Claw’s motivation is. Batman, of course, is motivated by MY PARENTS ARE DEEEEEEEEEEEEEAD. I guess he leans more towards Wolverine’s motivation. Or he just really hates Creed.

Anyway, Sparrow is outraged that Dark Claw let Huntress into the Claw Cave.

Sparrow: “This is totally uncool and unacceptable!! We can’t let her walk out of here knowing about all this--!!”

Dark Claw: “What do you want me to do, Sparrow--? Take her out in the woods and lose her?”

Sparrow: “Well--YEAH!!”

Heh.

And then Sparrow completely forgets about murdering Huntress when Dark Claw praises her for hacking into the typesetting computer at the Gotham Gazette and gives her an affectionate and painful looking punch in the arm. She seems thrilled.

They discover that shitty Riddler Hyena changed the morning’s headline to “AF1+NaCN=”

THE HYENA IS GOING TO POISON AIR FORCE ONE WITH SODIUM CYANIDE!

They take the Claw Copter and reach Air Force 1 just as its about to take off and Sparrow tells “the slut” to take her shot with the sniper crossbow grapple.

Because one of Jubilee’s prevailing traits at the time was a hatred for all other women, I guess? She definitely did not like Psylocke. Both out of ‘she tried to ninja murder us’ and ‘she has a much better butt than I do’ sort of thing.

Speaking of the portrayal of women in this comic, I don’t think we see either of the two female characters ever standing flat on their feet. They are always tippie toe. I hate 90s art with all of my hate.

Anyway, I digress and digress and digress, Dark Claw swings over to Air Force 1 and climbs into the wheel well. He SCHRIIP!s his way into the cockpit with his adamantium claws and tries to warn them about Hyena.

Hey, how do you think the secret service would react if an unidentified aircraft buzzed Air Force 1 as it tried to take off and then a man armed with very long claws that somehow retract into his arms seriously how do they do that ripped his way into the cockpit?

Did you guess 'they’d shoot him a lot’ in the less than one second you had between reading the end of that paragraph and starting this one? Because if so, you win the prize!

Meanwhile, Agent Sanderson is checking the potty for other interlopers and gets shot a lot by Hyena who tells the dead agent “This is no way to get a head, lad! This would probably put your career in the toilet -- that is, if you weren’t already dead!!”

Because the last thing someone wants to hear before dying of being shot a lot is shitty puns.

BADUM PISH!

Hyena sets off the shaped-like-a-masked-dog-head gas grenade filling the plane with sodium cyanide but Dark Claw adamantiums the hull open.

The explosive decompression blows them both out but also vents the gas. PRESIDENT CLINTON IS SAVED!

Because that’s totally Clinton.

Hyena has a parachute and gracefully parachutes to safety but luckily Sparrow is hanging nearby in the Claw Copter and manages to catch Dark Claw.

He thanks Sparrow and tells her to circle back so he can get another crack at the Hyena! Except the next issue box implies next issue we find who Huntress is really working for.

Although I think this was just a one-shot masquerading as the first issue for an ongoing series. Kudos to them for sticking with the illusion. They even have a bunch of fake letters in the letter section alluding to previous comics that don’t actually exist.

Implying that Amalgam didn’t only merge the main DC and Marvel continuities but their respective metatextual Earth Prime counterparts where the comics are published? Although in Marvel, that is in the main Marvel continuity. Marvel comics were even used as evidence in trials in the Marvel universe. Man, She-Hulk is great.

Geez, one of these fake letters even complains about the collector boom and big events and crossovers and metallic covers with die-cuts and holograms and thanks the creative staff for this book for writing a story for people who actually read it.

One goof though. If this is the first issue of the Legends of the Dark Claw book, where did these letters come from? Usually new books don’t get letters until the third or so issue, I think. Although I guess they were letters that were written to Sleuth Comics where Dark Claw got his start.

Amalgam! It put more effort into looking like a real ongoing than it did with the actual content sometimes!

#100 Days of Comics! #Amalgam Comics #Legends of the Dark Claw #Dark Claw #most of this was eh but i did like Robin Jubilee #i think jubilee as robin has better chemistry with wolverine as batman than robins usually do have with batman #i dunno #her not liking dark claw letting someone else in on their secrets is valid #but the way she reacts makes it seem like she's mostly upset that dark claw has another woman in his life #which in fairness comes from marvel jubilee #but what a waste of a carol danvers

[anonymous-human]

Ah, sure! Sorry about that. How about... Rung, Ratchet, Rodimus, Megatron, Swerve, First Aid, and Ultra Magnus?

(I’m like 80% sure they spoke English on the LL, but I could be wrong. I mean, the con’s would not have spoken English on Earth in the old cartoon if they didn’t. Usually, in 80’s cartoons, Aliens would be speaking a different language if they didn’t know English. But I’m just theorizing! I’m not good at First Aid since i don’t know his character, so sorry about that! Also, sorry for the lateness! this goes for everyone’s requests! it might take a day or two but I promise I’m working on them! I’ve just gotten busy all of a sudden. it’s alright, though.)

Rung

When he catches you singing alone, he just staying outside the door and smiles to himself. He loves your voice! He’ll leave early, but on nights where he can’t sleep, he’ll ask if you can sing. He’s embarrassed about it, but he sucks up his pride just to hear your hidden talent.

Red alert. He told him. He tells him everything. But when Rung was first told, he didn’t entirely believe it. He found it kinda silly, but still listen to what red had to say.

So he asked if you wanted to have a small date in his office, of course, you accepted, but when rung told had Red was talking about you, you felt your sweat drop. Looks like you disabled the camera too late. When he was done explaining the whole human thing, you put your hands up and admitted. It was going to have to be said sometime, right?

He asked if he could see you- the real you, in which you obliged. When you crawled out in your shorts and tank top, he seemed emotionless behind his glasses, but really he was just shocked and a little excited.

You looked kinda really cute. Having you been one of the first humans he has met, at least.

He’s not mad, actually, it’s kinda like holomatter and cybertronians, except you have a metal suite. He’s an accepting person, so yeah, he’ll date a cybertronian who is just a human in a suit. :)

It’s weird and exciting! He’s really excited to see how it pulls through for both of you.

Ratchet

Like Rung, when he catches you singing alone, he just staying outside the door and smiles to himself. He will leave early though, he has work to do.

When you scratch your armor, he just guessed you had been hiding on earth for much too long, giving you human habits.

He didn’t guess you were actually a full blown human in a metal suit.

When he found out, you must’ve lost power after a few too many days without refueling. The thing is you were stuck in the doorway of the med bay, and you couldn’t move. And the backup open in this situation was dumbly put on the outside of the suite.

“Ratchet!” you called out. The microphone wasn’t working, so you needed to practically scream if he was going to hear you through the metal. You leaned up against the front side of the suit. It was nighttime for them, so First Aid and Ambulon were most likely asleep. Ratchet as well. Lucky for you, he had some data pads to go through, so when he heard you, he finally decided to persist on what the hell you needed at this time.

“Do you need me right this second?! Y/n, I’m-” he was cut off by the scene in front of him. When he saw the cold dark eye’s in the suit were off, he became horrified and confused. Your cybertronian body was offline, yet he still heard you calling his name.

You told him there was a panel he needed to open on the front, and a big, red, flashy button he needed to push. When he found the button.

He must have found the button, because the front of the cockpit quickly popped outward, kinda like a sideways parachute, you along with it.

You hit the floor with a grunt and gasped as the cold air hit your arms and legs.

“Primus, do you guys have a built-in heat system?” you complained as you rubbed your arms. It had been the first time out of your suit while not in your hab.

When you finally looked up at the medic, his emotions were mixed. He was angry because he was courting a fragging human, he was freaked out because his s/o was a fragging human, and yet he was emotionless. He quickly came to the assumption he was dreaming or hallucinating from his old age or lack of sleep and Energon.

He just looked down at you, then he looked at the suite, then back at you.

“You’re… you’re human?” he was definitely shocked.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Ratch.”

After this whole scenario, he left to think through his actions, rethink his life. I mean, yeah, it made total sense now but… why?

He needs a drink for this.

After some time with you, he warmed up to the fact your human, he keeps it a secret too, if that’s your plan.

He’s okay with it actually. It just means he can hold you in his hand and he can hold your giant cyber hand.

Rodimus

When he caught you singing he listened for a bit. If it was a song he knew he’s gonna sing with you.

He found out you were human when he ‘flamed out’, burning your metal suit so it metal was really hot from the flames and heated up on the inside, long longer suitable for a human such as yourself to wear.

You dashed back to your hab to get out until the heat chilled. They didn’t need you right this second, did they?

The thing is your pants got caught on the hot metal and you were stuck as you struggled for freedom of the burning metal.

Rodimus happened to walk in as you were hanging from your pant leg.

He froze.

Of course, you hadn’t told him you were human! You had the idea in your head Rodimus would tell the crew your secret.

The SECOND thing I should mention is that he came in with Drift behind him. And now you were haNGING FROM THE END OF ONE OF HIS SWORDS. DRIFT, BUDD, IT’S ME HOLY SHI-

Anyway, Rodimus initially thought you had killed his conjunx, but when he noticed the cockpit in your giant cybertronian suit, it all made sense to him.

How you knew so much about the earth, the references, your habits!

They were all human! But why would you hide in a metal suit?

You told him you did it because that way you could eat the rohot pussy ((shaddup anon)) you could blend in easier. You weren’t some sort of assassin, just didn’t think cybertronians liked humans.

And what were you supposed to do? You were already in too deep in. “I’m sorry for not telling you.” you apologized. You told him you’d be cool if he wanted to break up with you.

Are you fragging serious?! No way! This is too cool!

He says you look cute as a human, and shouldn’t wear the metal suit all the time!

Megatron

When he catches you singing, he doesn’t know the song (he likes old-before-the-war songs), but he likes your voice.

In his writings, he writes about how he regrets killing the thousands of millions of human lives he destroyed. He tells you how he wishes he could apologize to them or go back in time and stop himself.

“I forgive you,” you said as you were with him alone together in his quarters. You mentally smacked yourself upside the head. When you said that. Well, you obviously did forgive him. You were in a red relationship with the ex-tyrant.

He was confused by what you meant then, but when he found out, he looked horrified. (I don’t know how you tell him, use the imagination i don’t have!). You. a human being. From earth. Who survived his destruction. Who watched as he killed many of your own kind. Forgave him.

He broke down if and when you two were in private. He would completely lose posture he would lift you up in shaking servos. He would apologize over and over.

“It’s alright.” you would tell him as you rubbed his helm. “It’s all over now.” but it wasn’t. He was still feared everywhere he went.

He vowed to himself he would love a protect you for the rest of your short, sad life.

If you tell the crew, he lets you sit on his shoulder or hands for mobility. Big-bucket-head-bodyguard-boyfriend. It’s awesome.

Swerve

Can i just say right now, since you don’t actually drink the Energon you have your suit drink, SO, you can win a drinking contest?

If your suit makes you look like a bigger bot like Skids or Rodimus, which I imagine you would, he’s all about that life™.

When he catches you singing, like Rodimus, if he knows the song, he’ll join you. It’s all fun.

Whether you tell him you’ve ‘visited’ earth or not is up to you though.  

If you do tell him, he would be ecstatic! He’s never been there before! What was it like?  The next time you plan on going, can you bring me with? please?!

He’s really excited.

Instead of catching you out of your suite, the walking talking about how cool it would be too. So, despite it being the dumbest idea that could destroy your relationship, you took a chance. you would have to tell him someday, anyway.

You planned to tell him on his creation day and to lead him to your hab and get out of the cockpit when he was ready.

It went smoothly. You lead him there, letting him in first and walking in with him, locking the door so there would be no interruptions.

“Are you ready? This… this may be a shock to you.” you said, nervously rubbing your servos together. He nodded, Yeah! Yeah! Show me already!”

You, not ready yourself took a deep inhale and a long exhale. You flip some switches in order to power down the suit and the engine stops. You take off your gloves and helmet. You push some cords back and you pop open the front of the cockpit. You climb down and look up at the red and white mech before you.

Swerve is speechless. Well, not entirely. In the first 5 seconds, he was quiet. Then he tried to put together words as he spoke, but they came out and gibberish. He looked like he was about to faint.

“H-hey- hey, hey. Calm down,” you said, putting your hands up, trying to keep his attention so he literally wouldn’t faint. Can cybertronians faint?

“… but! asd-HOW?!” he tried to ask. He was going through shock city and was slowly coming back. You explained to him cybertronians were so advanced, you were curious HOW advanced, so you disguised yourself in a giant metal suit to blend in.

“If you want to break off the relationship, I’m chill with it.” you said, you avoided eye contact as you said that.

“Are you serious?” he said, a grin spreading across his faceplate. “This is awesome!your awesome! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

He’s really happy actually! Well, for one thing, he isn’t the smallest anymore. And Another thing is HE’S EARTH DATING A HUMAN. He’s the happiest camper.

Once you’re ready to tell the rest of your friends, you’ll let him tell, he’s lit.

Ultra Magnus

He loves music, and he’s no stranger to human music. So when he catches you singing, he stops and stares, not wanting to disturb you. It was obviously an earth song, not recognizable to him, but he was enjoying your voice anyway.

When you finally see him, you gasp! He quickly gets embarrassed and apologized, turning around out of your hab, down the hall… out the airlock, he goes. Not really, but when he’s embarrassed he regrets like no tomorrow.

You had thought he was going to pull another all-nighter, so you got out of your metal armor to stretch after a long, long day.

Yet, you miss judged the timing, and you fell asleep on your berth.

You woke up to Magnus just looking between you and your suite.

He doesn’t understand what he’s witnessing until you explain, and in the end, he reveals to you his own secret to you as well.

Your giant metal suit buddies.

#rung #rodimus #ratchet #swerve #megatron #ultra magnus #ask #venesasthoughts #i'm anonymous #i really like the outcome to megs and swerves

[evangelineartemiasamos]

Red Queen Fan Fiction Black Storm XX

as I’ve mentioned in this post, this is the continuation of The Fitter.

Find this on wattpad

info dump on original characters

part I

part II

part III

part IV

part V

part VI

part VII

part VIII

part IX

part X

part XI

part XII

part XIII

part XIV

part XV

part XVI

part XVII

part XVIII

part XIX

This is the last chapter, I say it right at the beginning.

The Moon part III

Mare POV

She waved her hand. There was a crack and the ticking of the sounder device stopped after all this time. I took a deep breath, waiting for the nagging headaches to finally subside, as Griffey approached me with her heels clicking on the stone floor. I flinched at the sight of her gory hands.

"Angry I haven't destroyed that thing long before?" she asked me.

I shook my head. "You have ... killed them," I said. "Your comrades."

She snorted. "Have I ever given you the impression that I would hesitate to deal the fatal blow in the decisive moment?"

I stared at her, at the claw tattooed on her right hand. She had never made a secret of her capacity for violence, violence that helped me now. Yet I was shocked to see her slaughtering fellow Silvers without remorse. She was so unlike Cal, who had always ... wished to stop the killing.

"Is that the meaning of the claw?" I asked her.

She smiled grimly and raised said hand to look at it. "It's a reminder of the day this hand was stained with Red blood, a necessary evil." She lowered the hand again and stared straight at me. "I had to bring someone justice, because no one else was doing it for me."

"Against a Red," I scowled.

She shrugged. "He deserved it. Now." She came close enough to touch my arm. "This isn't the time for old stories. Let's get these off, once and for all." She flashed her teeth in a vindictive grin. "I'm proud of you, Mare Barrow. You've already been preparing for this."

She fingered the chain linking the Silent Stone manacles and the collar, as Maven had done, only that it finally - finally - disintegrated as she pulled at it. The collar fell off with a clonk, splattering gems and metal links on the floor.

I gasped in relief, but Griffey's smile was replaced by a sigh. "Now comes the hard work. Silent Stone, the great adversary." Her hands glided over my arms, giving me goosebumps as they neared the handcuffs.

"Well. Your arms and hands are delicate enough. But it will still hurt."

"What?" I whispered.

She became serious. "I can't pry them open. I can only shove them off, hoping I won't break your hands with my efforts."

I swallowed. But I wasn't afraid. I would do anything -

"But I can scrunch your hands, so that the manacles will slide off as easy as possible. You just have to keep them that way by yourself in that moment." She paused, waiting.

For my consent.

I glared at her. "Just do it."

She shoved the manacles up and took a deep breath. Then, invisible threads were coiling around my right hand, keeping the fingers straight, making my thumb and pinkie finger meet. It started to hurt, and the pressure still intensified. I flinched and endured. I heard Griffey breathe out, and in one quick movement, she pulled the ring down my arm, over my sore wrist, off my hand. It grazed skin and drew blood, and the Silent Stone meeting blood burned, just like fire or acid.

But my hand was free.

Griffey choked and heaved. "I need a moment." She turned away from me, bend over and vomited into a corner. It took her mere eyeblinks to regain herself, but she was still flushed Silver as she grapped my water bottle and chunked its content down. "How could you stand the stone for so long, without barfing all the time?" she asked with a rough voice. She sighed. "Let's get it done."

I waited to feel my lightning again. I yearned for the voltage, but all I felt were tiny sparks. Whatever, it would return to me. I had to believe. Griffey had handed a gun to me, but I would have preferred to be able to wield my favourite weapon, the one I created by myself. She had made me scan myself for any kind of tracking device and I could say with certainly that there wasn't one. As we entered the corridor, Griffey spoke to thin air. "You should introduce yourself." A young man materialized from the shadows a moment later. Light fell on his face, the face of a Red, as he nodded to me.

"I'm the Reaper," he stated as if that qualified as an introduction. Griffey chuckled at that. She was already moving forward with her back to me, her dress leaving her shoulders bare and revealing some kind of wings inked there. Her considerable cleavage had shown me another tattoo, a symbol beneath her collarbones, like the M branded on me. But she wore that mark - whatever it meant - with pride.

Her companion grapped my arm and I tried not to flinch. "Come," he murmured. "The schedule is tight." I moved but I drew away slightly.

"Please," he insisted. "It's easier for me if we're touching. To make us invisible."

"You're a Newblood." It wasn't a question. "Are you an illusionist?"

"He's much more than that," Griffey retorted in his stead.

"Or less," he replied. "In a way."

"Only if you choose to." The sentinel stopped as we reached the front door of the makeshift prison building. "You wait, " she ordered us and opened the gate.

Long minutes passed before she returned. "Come now, " she said to us and we left into the night.

Immediately, I searched for electrical circuits. This still worked, despite my long abstinence from my ability. I pointed out several cameras in the vicinity and Griffey nodded. "I'll turn them away." She stopped explaining as her Newblood copmpanion let go if me, took off his jacket, and put it on her shoulders.

"Aren't you cold in that dress?" he uttered and kissed her cheek. She almost moaned and I cleared my throat, blushing at their inappropiate romantic moment. Griffey stepped away from him.

"So," she began again. "We have to reach the end of the estate without anyone noticing you're gone. That's doable, especially once Zero comes to join us again." She winked and I scowled. Still, I opened my mouth to ask about how this was supposed to happen, but she shut me up.

"Shh. No more talk. He can't deaden the sounds."

What was I getting into? I had no idea where this would lead me, and who was waiting for me. Where was I going to run to next? How many people would she kill to free me? But I followed on Griffey's urging, without asking these questions. I wondered if I would rue this.

The invisibility the Newblood veiled us with was even stranger than Harrick's illusions. I continued to see myself, and the man hiding me, but no one else could. Yet I saw my surroundings without any problems, only if I squinted did I notice the light bent in strange ways in the corners of my eyes .

That didn't help me deal with the people meeting Griffey during her seemingly innocent prowl of the garden. Partygoers greeted her more of less friendly, oblivious to the two Newbloods behind her. My heart accelerated with every second their smalltalk fragged on.

The worst moment, though, was when the Silver man fell on her and pulled her into a hug. "Cassie!" he exclaimed and took her face in his hands. "Here you are. Ah, Mother really dressed you up like a lady," he said and grinned. "But you should add these. He threw some silk gloves at her which she put on, hiding the bloodstains there. Then she took his arm, like a lady with her date on a promenade. With a quick glance, she bade me and the Newblood to follow.

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet?" the SIlver asked.

Griffey laughed. "Of course! What about you, Roman, have you gotten all your art and baggage for the show into the truck? I'm so excited for the revelation of your feat!"

He - Roman - cackled and I frowned. Their play was over the top and even I could guess they were talking about more sinister things than dresses and art. I itched to know the truth, though. Cal had written to me to trust Griffey, claiming that she was a part of the Scarlet Guard, but why had she brought these other people in? I knew there had to be a price for my liberation. The elation of losing my shackles was weighed down by reason. I might end up in another cage, or Maven might catch me again, after all, sending Griffey and her companions to their deaths.

Frantically, I checked the electricity around me, to be useful, to occupy my mind as half a dozen of Silvers came to talk with Griffey and Roman who they called "Lord  Roman Eagrie". He was her brother, apparently, and the women flirted shamelessly with him, and he ignored them all. It took us an eternity to reach the woody part of the estate, where less partygoers and more sentinels loomed. I shivered at their occasional appearances, just as much as when I glanced at the mansion, where Maven had to be lurking. A third of the windows were lit by now, as probably most of the guests had retired to their rooms, apart from those enjoying the uncommonly warm fullmoon night.

The Newblood grapped my hand, as if to encourage me. I smiled sadly. Of course, my shivering would not go unnoticed. But neither did the strain the use of his light bending ability put on himself. He frowned, and I guessed there was cold sweat on his brow. He had to have maintained the veil for close to half an hour.

All of us were tensed, but Griffey and Eagrie acted like versed soldiers. We were in the woods now, where none of guests were supposed to be. When Eagrie gestured for us to stop, I suspected this was the end of our easy night walk. Another sentinel was closing in on us, about to bark, but his shouting was prevented by a bullet in his head, shot by Eagrie in one fluid motion with a silencer gun. I gasped. Eagrie eyes were able to foresee the immediate future, but after I had met Jon, I'd almost forgotten about their talent. But of course, what was more deadly than an enemy forecasting your every move?

"There'll be more now. We - " Eagrie started and interrupted himself, staring into the gray night for several seconds. "Okay. We can go that way, but we will have to fight. Mirror, Reaper, just go on while Cassie and I take them out. The planned passage is still safe."

I am Mirror?

"Are you sure?" Griffey asked him.

Eagrie nodded. "I hope so. At least her friends will come to spring their distraction," he replied and glanced at me. My heart cramped.

Why can't they be plainer about their plan?

But there was simply no time. Two minutes later, and a group of eight sentinels surrounded us. Again, Eagrie and Griffey didn't wait for them to question their presence and they attacked. They were a marvel to watch: I was reminded of the Silver training I'd received so long ago. The two Silvers made a perfect team, keeping each other's backs safe, and balancing their strengths and weaknesses. Eagrie took care of two swifts and a silk, both of them natural enemies of the telky Griffey, as she'd confessed to me one time. Eagrie wielded two guns at the same time, with no preference for either hand as he shot the three of them with precision; Griffey, in turn, let any bullet of the sentinels go amiss, she made them stumble or drop in pain without any visible hit. That was until she finished them off with her knives spinning through the forest, invisible to the sentinels until the blades landed in the backs of their necks. Still dressed in their ballroom attire, their fighting became a dance of death that was not stopped by the abilities of the sentinels, as both brother and sister knew how to evade the lunges of the strongarms and the animos, killing the animal familiars along with their master. In a spare moment, Griffey waved at me, urging me and the Newblood to run while they struggled.

The Newblood started to run, despite the tiredness taking him over. His panting became louder as he pulled me along, and the shadows hiding us started to flicker, disturbing our own line of vision. We barely managed to run around a large tree suddenly rising in front of us. That kept us from noticing the sentinel officer standing next to it. We bumped into him, stumbled, and our invisibilty dropped for real.

"LIttle Lightning Girl, what are you doing here?" the man droned with a surprised smirk.

I wasn't going to be cowed now, I had readied myself for a fight long ago. I summoned my lightning from deep down inside of me, gathering as much voltage as possible. Yet when I let it loose, the sparks jumping from my fingertips seemed petty. But still, I rose again, preparing to fight the Silver with my own two hands if necessary. And I had the gun Griffey gave to me, after all. But of course, you couldn't just close in on a Silver. He stepped away from the Newblood boy and me, and vines and roots started to rustle through the woods. He was a greenwarden, like the Lord of the region I grew up in. I started to run, evading the plants trying to grap and seize me, still summoning the electrical energy inside of me.

It's not gone it's not gone it's not gone.

I pondered if the lightning ball I was preparing was yet large enough to throw at the greenwarden, and if I had a good chance to hit my mark. From further away, I heard the final screams of the victims Griffey and her brother were dealing with. Could I rely on them to come for me? Finally, a vine succeeded in enwrapping my ankle. I didn't fall to the ground, yet I was stopped in my tracks, an easy aim for the greenwarden certainly eager to bring back the Lightning Girl as his team was slaughtered by Silver traitors. He turned to me, raising more vines to hold me in place.

No more shackles, not again.

But he was approaching slower than reasonable, unsure if he should just kill me, I supposed. That gave the Newblood time to recover and lunge for him. I heard Griffey hasten to us, screaming "Sorata, no!" but that didn't stop him. The Newblood grapped the sentinel's hand and the eyes of the Silver went wide as the Newblood punched him in the face. The vines loosened immediately, but not letting go. That happened after the Newblood, Sorata, fell to his knees and waved his hands. The roots and vines settled down again, releasing me and returning to their slumber.

What the hell?

I caressed my chafed wrists, bleeding for another time, as I assessed Griffey first cutting the greenwarden's throat and then hugging Sorata. She helped him up and came over to me, about to drag me along again, with only a tense "you okay?" for me.

"What is he?" I demanded to know. I noticed Eagrie was coming to us, too. He was bleeding from his arm.

Griffey snorted, but answered, finally. "He's a thief, Mare Barrow. The Reaper of Gifts. The man who will bring the High Houses to their knees."

I blinked, frowning. Was that even possible?

"If he only dared, that is," Griffey added. "If he stays alive." She pulled him closer, but Sorata only lowered his head.

As incredible as the idea seemed, my stunning turned to amazement very fast. That was indeed an ability that the Silvers had to dread. Just as they had to dread Cameron and her ability to void their powers into nothingness.

Sorata tried his best to maintain the veil over us, but he was reaching the edges of his powers, whoever he took it from. I guessed he'd stolen the ability of a shadow for this coup. Already I was assessing which powers were the best to possess, and how many was he able to hold. And regarding what had happened with the greenwarden, his marks were weakened by his larceny.

But these plans were too distracting, as tempting as they were.

We were close to reaching our destination, the fence encirling the estate. I was able to see it, an electrical fence sizzling a welcome hum. What an irony. As if an electrical fence was the right method to keep me contained. Of course there was more. I knew sentinels were watching the border, ready for an attack of the Scarlet Guard, especially with the king on the property. I made out three security cameras in our vicinity, pointing them out so Griffey might turn them away from us. Yet she waited to go on at the edge of the woods.

"It's time for the distraction," she said and her brother nodded.

30 seconds later, I listened to a bang in the distance, probably close to the mansion. The Guard had to be attacking the court and freeing me at the same time. But I'd already had a headstart impossible to make up. We moved even closer to the fence and I saw a group of watchmen thinned down to three soldiers standing there, nervous from the attack, but relieved as well. They seemed not to be very disappointed to be missing the confrontation with the terrorists. They had it wrong of course.

"Sorata, you'll make me invisible," Griffey ordered. "Roman, you take out that one on the left, and Barrow, you... " she paused and patted my shoulder. "Stay back and keep track of the voltage." I wanted to protest, but I understood the reason of her plan. I was still  unsure about the reliability of my lightning. And after all, this last sprout of killing didn't take more time than before. No one saw Griffey as she stabbed one soldier after the other who both fell to the ground without a whisper, especially not their comrade shot by Eagrie as she patrolled the fence a 100 m away.

Griffey bit her lips as she observed the fence. "What do we do about the fence, Barrow?" I blinked, surpirsed at her interest in my opinion. "Will the security notice it if we simply turned it off?" she continued.

I wondered if she shouldn't know about this better than me, as she had served as a sentinel. But I walked to the fence nonetheless, without giving an answer. I needed to feel it to assess it. I didn't hesitate to touch the wire, letting the current flow through my body, caressing my skin. I had missed this for too long. I closed my eyes as the electricity vibrated in my body.

"You go and climb the fence," I said after a while with my eyes still closed. "I'll redirect the current around you."

"Great, Mare Barrow, " I heard Griffey say. "You're almost as creative with your ability as I am."

I watched them haul themselves over the wires while I remained on the ground for a moment, recharging myself through the fence supposed to contain me. It was a joy. It was like the barbed wires were healing the damage inflicted by the sounder device and the Silent Stone, by several months of confining my ability. That time was finally over. When I left this fence behind me, the Lightning Girl would be free as well.

The transport of the Scarlet Guard waited for us beyond another kilometer of thicket. I didn't mind the running, since I felt rather recharged than exhausted, as my companions probably did. I enjoyed the exertion after being held in a room for so long and I pushed back the fear of discovery. I was excited for the meeting, even when I didn't know who had come fo rme. Neither did Griffey. Apparently she'd been left to her own devices when she'd planned my rescue, hardly receiving any information from the Guard in exchange for news about me, as she told me now. I wondered if she thought the rebellion might resent her decision of making use of Sorata, the asset Newblood. Obviously, he wasn't a fighter or an athlete, but I realized he was ready to walk through hell or face Maven by himself if Griffey asked it of him. As she would, in turn.

I gasped when I saw the outlines of the Guard transport, hidden in an overgrown, moonlit clearing. I stopped in my tracks, leaning against an elm tree. There had to be a watch, to prevent a surprise raid. I tried my best, but I didn't remember any of the signals we had used at the notch.

I shouldn't have worried, though. Someine else whistled in my stead, finally closing in on my headstart to this place and I saw a figure with a rifle approach us as I heard another rustle the leaves behing them. Griffey stepped forward with a flourish. Her high-waisted ballroom dress seeming even more out of place in this wilderness.

"A moonlit night is the right time to look into the mirror," she proclaimed mysteriously.

"And I was wondering if it would take you until dawn to arrive here, Moon," Kilorn answered. He lowered the rifle and I stormed forward.

His face fell and I was afraid he would start crying. I froze, but he rushed forward and hugged me.

"You're alive," he murmured, again and again, and I buried my face in his chest. "You're here, and you are alive."

"Yes," I answered quietly.

I had no care for the rest of the team in those moments. My best friend was here, he who had always believed in me, who had been ready to stay by my side no matter what - even when I had been the one to push him away.

A pat on my shoulder interrupted our sobs and I turned my head.

"It's good to have you back, Mare, " Farley whispered and cleared her throat. "He - Shade would be glad too."

I looked at her, at the efforts she took to maintain her composure as she said those words, words that meant a lot to her.

"Thank you," I muttered as my eyes wandered to the bump of her abdomen, a view too promising and enticing to ignore. Yet I raised my eyes to hers again. "And he would be glad about your child," I said and witnessed her blushing with joy and sorrow.

"I know," she answered, after clearing her throat for a second time.

Kilorn let go of me and shock spread on his face as his hand came away bloody. Farley took one look at my sore wrists and flinched, cursing. "That Silver bitch should have taken better care of you!"

She offered to treat them, doing the best she could, because Sara Skonos wasn't with them but attending another team of rebels.

Griffey, Eagrie and Sorata hadn't follwed us into the truck where Farley had put the medical supplies. She had my wrists wrapped in gauze after a short time, and the question of Cal's whereabouts danced on my tongue. But before I could ask, Eagrie leaned against the door of the truck, stretching out his bleeding left arm. "I might have need of some medical attention, too. Ma'am," he said with a tilt of his head. His left hand was, beneath the Silver blood of himself and of his victims, tattooed with the same claw as his sister's right one.

They're truly brother-and-sister-in-arms.

Farley stiffened at his demand and raised an eyebrow. "Such a great Silver Lord thinks a Red is useful to him, what a novelty."

His mouth opened. but he was shoved aside by Griffey entering the truck. "Please excuse me, but I'm afraid I still need your help, Mare Barrow," she announced. "We have to be absolutely sure our captive has no tracker implanted, and you are able to give us such confirmation."

Farley swallowed and Kilorn was about to say something, yet I rose at Griffey's urging and went to her. I heard Kilorn say, "Mare -" as I left the truck.

We walked to another transport at the other side of the clearing. Griffey stopped a few metres in front of the vehicle, the moonlight revealing it to be Silver property, as it was in much better shape than the trucks usually used by the Guard.

"I'm sorry," Griffey said out of a sudden. "It's necessary that you do this, so I have to tell you that -" but I stopped listening to her.

Because he was guarding the truck, the gloom on his face slowly vanishing as he realized my presence.

"Mare, " Cal moaned as he rushed to me, embracing me as if holding me in his arms was all he'd ever wanted. He breathed heavily, in and out, in and out, as I did. He was the first of us to start sobbing and I fell in line. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer and closer, breathing in his scent, a compound of smoke, wood and his male body. It was the smell of home, of the salvage we'd found in the notch.

But duty called to both of us and we disentangled after a time that felt both too long and too short. Yet Cal leaned his forehead against mine, unwilling to let go of me so soon.

"I don't know if we can really can that a success," he muttered in a husky voice, with a slight turn of his head to the transport behind him.

"I'm okay, Cal. I live. I'm with you. You've come for me, what more ... " I was unable to continue without starting to cry again. Cal shook his head and took my hand.

"I'll go in with you," he said and Griffey opened the door of the truck. She had waited through Cal's and mine intimate moment and upon entering, she picked up a long, spearlike weapon leaning to a wall in the front of the truck. She stepped aside, allowing Cal and me to enter as well, and the tip of the spear pointed to the unconcious, shackled person propped up by clutter in the back of the truck. A weak light illuminated his pale face.

It was Maven, the demon king of Norta.

Commentary:

This is the last chapter for now. Thanks to everyone who've read all of my words, words trying to shape my impression of the characters into prose and plot. Thank you for accepting and even liking the original characters I've inserted into the story. I hope they weren't too distracting to keep track of. Feel free to ask and critisize.

I had to struggle really hard with all the action scenes here ;-)

Maybe I'll add some further stories in my Red Queen One-shots work. We'll see.

Now, go and read King's Cage, I hope we'll all survive it. Read the ebook if you don’t get the real book for some time^^ Because I will, and I’ll gladly share spoilers privately upon asking.

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Jalaperilo Oh fuck ThebesAce Why is the comic relief still here? thenightetc And then she had them preserved?? Jalaperilo They fucking mutilate people???? thenightetc Oh my god Me Cue screaming as her wings come off. ThebesAce oh, yeah, big bad there got her wings got chopped off in the prologue Jalaperilo Maybe these people deserve to ge killed? ThebesAce they WERE responsible for a massacre they never apologized for Jalaperilo Im rooting for this lass thenightetc Oh, just thump it with your hand or soemthing Me She has style, a motivation, and a partner she clearly adores and is fragging senseless. I'm on her side too. thenightetc Idiot! Don't waste time. Jalaperilo Pity she suffers from neanderthal face like the rest of them thenightetc Hey, it's not nice to laugh at people's hilarious genetic conditions Jalaperilo Lol thenightetc Oh, what a shame, he's dead Forever Me Exactly. If you're going to laugh, you need to throw in some pointing. thenightetc Why is there an asteroid field Jalaperilo Cause they had a budget of 40mil? Time is fleeting and so am i. Good night chaps! thenightetc Goodnight! Me Good night! ThebesAce good night! REALLY REALLY. thenightetc Oh, so his jedi powers finally become relevant thenightetc Pictured: gravity thenightetc "you JUST got back from being kidnapped" thenightetc "DIdn't we... banish you?" "Oh, I quit when I heard about this!" Me "You quit...being banished?" thenightetc Oh no! How unexpected! Me How tragic and stuff. thenightetc So what's the dragon thingy exactly Aside from something the other guy, and then he, threw for a distraction ThebesAce I'll be shocked if they explain thenightetc Oh, so they're no tthe originals thenightetc Well, I think she'll have gotten the picture after that rescue thenightetc oh c'mon, the war is OVER her in the first place thenightetc Haha, he looks so embarassed ThebesAce I'm getting Jupiter Ascending flashbacks ThebesAce let her faaaall thenightetc C'mon, it'd be so convenient, right Me No one would have to know. thenightetc she's totally faking anyway she's totally gonna murder you ThebesAce She's spent this entire movie being literally and figuratively poisonous to everyone around her Me Goodbye, only interesting character in the film. thenightetc Well, it's almost over anyway Okay??? Me And then they devoured him, starting with the eyes or whatever other body part he values most. ThebesAce THIS MUSIC LIES. NOTHING in this movie was this adventurous sounding! Me And of course, some art of what could have been. thenightetc Ah, so this is why we blame. Me This is a long list of credits for something so pitiful. thenightetc Uh What are these "Mini 'Mator of Mirth"? Please. Me Very professional. thenightetc Well then. ThebesAce so that happened Me That certainly was an hour and a half we won't get back. thenightetc I feel like this is the inverse of that one movie The one with Little Red Riding Hood ThebesAce Oh yeah, Hoodwinked thenightetc thebes, you know the one I mean, I can't remember---yeah! Hoodwinked. Me Was that anywhere near as awful as this? thenightetc No, no! ThebesAce no, it was great! thenightetc The story is great. ThebesAce it just had terrible animation thenightetc The characters are great. It's just ugly as sin. ThebesAce that kinda made the woodsman's scenes extra hilarious though thenightetc It's... I'm sure they did the best with the tools available to them at the time. ThebesAce yeah, they had a rock bottom animation budget but the story, characters and human were really good humor thenightetc See it's the inverse because THIS has animation that looks fine, but the story and characters are bland/annoying. ThebesAce also, predictable as all get out romance where Hoodwinked doesn't even have a romance, just a bunch of characters who have a bad enough day the cops get involved thenightetc It's a lot of fun! Me Sounds unexpectedly amazing! thenightetc It really is! thenightetc It's the kind of movie that has you going, "well, looks aren't everything" ThebesAce yeah, the animation is the poster child of bad animation but it's a legitimately good, fun movie, not a so bad it's good one thenightetc Here's the trailer! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGV-cTSr6zg thenightetc "Granny, are you... a furry?" Me I see what you mean. thenightetc Right? Me Does anyone have any other suggestions to close out on? thenightetc We could watch some more SNL sketches! Looked like there were some fun ones "related" to the doll one ThebesAce Dragon Babies, for one Me Dear Unicron. thenightetc Oh my god ThebesAce this is so very on point thenightetc Wow hahahahah this is amazing thenightetc Oh! The narrator that ruined christmas? *I* want to see christmas getting ruined! also I haven't seen this before so it's not my fault if it's bad Me If it's good, we're showing it again at Christmas. thenightetc Oh, boy! Me Oh yes, showing this one at Christmas. thenightetc Well then. They're really not. thenightetc AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA thenightetc I'm sure she'll be impressed Me I would be. thenightetc God Me Dear Unicron. thenightetc It's not good, though. ThebesAce oh god I laughed so hard at their misery my throat is cramping thenightetc I mean, it would be NICE if working hard on something automatically made it good... thenightetc What INDEED ThebesAce PRIORITIES thenightetc Oh my god Me I think that seems like a good place to leave it. ThebesAce yeah thenightetc It was fun, though! Thanks for hosting. 😃 Me Glad you liked! ThebesAce yeah! Me Thank you for coming! ThebesAce thank you! thenightetc oh... automatic emojis.... ThebesAce good night! Me Good night! thenightetc Goodnight!