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tfrarepairing · 8 months

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RARE PAIRING FEST 2023!

GREETINGS GENTLEBEINGS!! AFTER THE CONTINUED SUCCESS OF OUR PREVIOUS EVENTS, THE TRANSFORMERS RARE PAIRING COMMUNITY IS PLEASED TO PRESENT:

RARE PAIRING FEST 2023!!

Rare Pairing Fest is a now-annual event we host, with the goal of getting more of our favorite Transformers rare pair content out into the universe! Like many other fandom prompt fests, this is going to be a “we give the prompt, you bring the pairing” fest. Create more of what you (or you two closest friends, lol) want to see in the universe!

This year’s event will run from October 15-28, 2023! There will be 28 prompts (two for each day) with seasonal themes. This year, to spice it up, we’ll also have a bonus “sub-theme” for each week that you can work in if you like. Not doing so won’t affect whether or not you get participation banners, it’s just a fun extra challenge.

The prompt list is broken down by day, and posted below. You create your work and then post to Twitter, Tumblr, Dreamwidth and/or Pillowfort on the correct day. All participants will get a participation graphic, and anyone who makes a fill for all 14 days will get a special prize! There are no minimums or maximums for this event and ALL content types are accepted (including photos & hand crafts!) Also, all ratings are accepted, but please tag appropriately! And don’t forget the #2023TFRarePairingFest tag! ALSO, if you’re participating in another event (Inktober, LLFest, etc) please feel free to double dip your pieces! (No one has enough time in the day to create two or three or more pieces and Mod eerian will never expect you to! OCtober is the only event this doesn’t apply to, alas, since TF Rare Pairing only deals in canon characters.)

Now, the prompts:

Week One Bonus Theme: Minibots

October 15: The Matrix // Underworld

October 16: Hurricane // Nothing But Blue Skies

October 17: Trust // Failure

October 18: I Want to Know What Love Is // Falling Away From Me

October 19: Dancing // On the Couch/Sofa

October 20: Afterlife // No Time Like the Present

October 21: Worth Saving Me // Broken Wings

Week Two Bonus Theme: Praxian Crystal

October 22: Crisp Fall Air // Summer’s Last Heat

October 23: A Day in Town // A Night in the Country

October 24: Insects // Animal

October 25: Stuffed Toys // Tables and Chairs

October 26: Break Up, Make Up // For All Eternity

October 27: Ghost Town // Raining Life

October 28: End of the Road // Starting for Home

(Prompt graphic by hours_gone_by)

#tf rare pairing fest #rare pairing fest #2023TFRarePairingFest

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lave-ium · 6 months

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RAREPAIR WEEK DAY 5: DANCING!!

i have been waiting to share this FOREVERRR GAAHHH anyways i love sixaid EEEEE

#2023tfrarepairingfest #maccadam #transformers #transformers fanart #lavesartstuff #transformers art #sixaid #sixshot #first aid

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sturthepotofmadness · 7 months

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TFRarePairingFest2023 Day 3: Failure

Will also be posted on my Ao3 which is linked in my pinned post.

Pairing: Ultra Magnus/Wheeljack

Continuity: Prime

@tfrarepairing

Ultra Magnus paused, stylus mid-stroke, when he heard the (now… very) familiar noise of an explosion, followed by the (less familiar) noise of something sticky and dense slapping onto metal. He saved what was written on the datapad before closing it and placing the stylus down. The blue and white mecha stood up from his desk and began his way towards where he knew the sounds came from.

It took just over a minute to get to the well-used lab, the doors struggling to automatically open beyond the length of a cyclerat. He grabbed the sliding doors and pushed them all the way open as he looked around the lab.

A strange sky blue… goop was scattered and stuck to the walls, ceiling, floor, equipment, and even the mecha he so easily recognized.

“Wheeljack,” Ultra Magnus started, snapping the off-white mecha out of his daze and towards him. A chuckle escaped him as he saw how covered his Conjunx was in the sky blue goop.

“Hey, Mags,” Wheeljack replied, bringing his servo back up to continue scraping the goop off of his faceplate. Ultra walked over to his mate and grabbed the goop, gently pulling it off Wheeljack’s faceplate. The smaller mecha huffed as the goop came off with a soft plop as it detached from his face under his strength… and promptly stuck itself to said servo.

Ultra stared at the stuck goop as Wheeljack laughed. His spark fluttered as he heard that laugh, despite how uncomfortable the goop was stuck to his servo.

“You-” Wheeljack began before choking on his laughter. When he recovered, he continued, “You didn’t have to do that! The trapping goop isn’t done yet. But the chemical to dissolve it is! …Hopefully. If it isn’t covered in goop.”

The off-white mecha began looking around for the chemical in question and Ultra Magnus stared at him for a few moments.

Sometimes, it still surprised him that he ended up conjunxing Wheeljack of all mecha. Or that he even ended up deciding to conjunx at all.

He smiled and joined his mate in looking for the chemical. If there was one thing for sure, they would try again.

#2023tfrarepairingfest #transformers prime #tfp #tfp wheeljack #tfp ultra magnus #ultrajack #a rarepair with a name everyone agrees on what a surprise #fluff #my writing

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bitegore · 6 months

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*scoots this riiiiiight under the wire*

The lore for this is (condensed quite a bit) Scrapper has been assigned to make Motormaster stop being quite so terrible at leading his team. It's not going well.

Transcript:

Motormaster, leaning over the table and yelling:

"And another fragging thing, my stupid insubordinate gli... ...for-process.... ...fragging teammate Wildri... ...won't sto... hi...fragging... ...explosi... middle of... ...fragging wal...driving... ...up the fragging... Kill hi... ...Drag Strip is a.... ...fragging... like... ....going.... really..." Scrapper interrupts: "Sit down and drink your caff-en, Motormaster."

Scrapper's quote at the bottom: "Well... he's certainly passionate." Not a lot else going for him, though.

#posting to my main so i get the reward for all 14 prompts lol #give me a bit to edit this into being properly done i just wanted the date to be right #2023tfrarepairingfest #Motormaster/Scrapper #this has lore.#maccadam

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heliossecretdeskdrawer · 6 months

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A Good Boy

For Rare Pairing Fest 2023 - @tfrarepairing

Prompt Day 5 - On the Sofa

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Megatron/Thundercracker

Characters: Megatron & Thundercracker Warnings: Sticky sexual interfacing, mentioned partner swapping/swinging, background relationships, edging, frottage, vaginal sex, praise kink, mild d/s elements

Summary: In which Thundercracker takes full advantage of Megatron’s willingness to relinquish control.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth | Dreamwidth Event Post Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

While Thundercracker missed Skywarp when they were apart for missions, knowing that he wasn’t limited to being alone in their habsuite was a comfort. They had agreed that while apart, they could keep the company of their own choosing.

“What a good boy,” he said, affectionately patting the heavy armor under him as he sat up tall, his legs straddling wide hips.

Thundercracker thought he had chosen rather well. At least for now.

He wouldn’t have considered Megatron an appropriate partner to take home long-term, but the occasional companionship was worth the effort and blatant violations of the chain of command.

The first time he had Megatron over while Skywarp was out, Thundercracker hadn’t known what exactly to expect. On reflex after his many years of trying to get Skywarp to behave, he had remarked in the midst of a rather vanilla coitus on how well Megatron was doing… and had made a fascinating discovery.

Who would have thought that for all of Megatron’s needs to be in control of situations, that didn’t necessarily extend to the berth.

Or sofa, in this case, given that it was the only place in Thundercracker’s quarters short of the floor that his temporary paramour would fit. Megatron was too wide, unfortunately, but the sofa unfolded into a wide-enough surface to splay out Thundercracker’s prize.

His own spike was pressed snugly against his partner’s larger one. Despite being sturdily constructed to withstand the extreme forces of high-speed flight, Thundercracker felt almost delicate in comparison.

Grinning, he rocked forward, watching as Megatron did absolutely nothing about being flagrantly patronized.

“So good,” Thundercracker reiterated, sliding his palm up the sides of their spikes. “So, of course, you remember the rules.”

The sofa’s supports creaked underneath them as Megatron nodded.

The rules included being quiet unless told otherwise—with the exception of using the safeword—and letting Thundercracker lead the encounter. And, of course, most importantly, no overloading without permission.

Not that there was really any punishment aside from a passive aggressive scolding.

“Good, good, that’s what I thought you’d say.”

He finally closed his fist around their spikes, stroking up and down. Some of their mingled, violet prefluid eased the way, but he had had the forethought to add generous dollops of more durable synthetic lubricant while they were getting settled into position. Easier that way than haphazardly mucking around with the bottle in the middle of things.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, bucking his own hips and thrusting his own up into his hand. The snug pressure against the warm ridges of Megatron’s spike drew a groan out of his own throat.

Of course, Thundercracker knew that it wasn’t fair that he could be as loud as he wanted, could overload as much as he wanted, and do whatever he wanted, but that was the idea. Megatron was allowed to do whatever he wanted outside of their occasional intimate liaisons. This was Thundercracker’s chance to relish some of that power without consequence; Megatron, however, seemed to enjoy the opportunity to let go, if the trembling of his armor was any indication.

“Does it feel good? I bet it does,” he continued, a wide, warm smile on his face. No malice, no secret agenda. It was probably a relief for Megatron to cede momentary control to a lover who could be trusted to have no interest in stabbing him in the back. “Remember, don’t move. Stay nice and still for me—What a good boy!”

Megatron’s spike twitched at the praise as it leaked more violet fluid, but that could be forgiven as involuntary. Thundercracker let his fingertips linger over the slit on the upstroke.

A tingling sensation began to build at the head of Thundercracker’s own spike, accompanying a growing tension in between his hips from his covered, neglected valve. It wouldn’t be neglected for long.

Megatron’s hands gripped at the sofa’s soft padding as he struggled to remain still while Thundercracker had his way. There was just something appealing about having this level of power over someone like this. He could so easily stop Thundercracker if he so chose, but instead he was being obedient, doing as he was told and taking whatever he was given.

Thundercracker ventilated faster, his vents forcing hot air into the room as he pumped their spikes more fervently.

If Thundercracker was getting close, Megatron probably was too, though the stoicism combined with the rule about noise made it difficult to tell at times. The only real tell was the heavy thrum of air being pushed out of Megatron’s wide open auxiliary vents as he strove for composure.

Just to make it that much harder for Megatron to obey, Thundercracker kicked the pace up higher, his hand racing up and down their shafts.

“Don’t you dare overload; you’re not—“ He huffed, struggling to get the words out as he raced towards his own climax. A groan dragged at every word as it escaped. “You’re not… not… allowed—“

Thundercracker’s groan turned into a scream as his vision whited out, his frame shuddering as pleasure shot through his spike. Transfluid pulsed out as he gripped their spikes together. He could hear the hot, silvery liquid splattering thickly across Megatron’s plating.

An absolute mess, confirmed once his optics finally reset.

Megatron remained still, optics narrow in concentration and auxiliary vents throwing off more hot air as the transfluid started to cool and dry on his front. They would need to wipe that off before too long. It would only get in the way of the afterglow when they were truly finished for the evening.

Thundercracker’s frame shook as he came back down, plating juddering as he let his spent spike retract into its housing. His empty valve clenched rhythmically on nothing, locked away behind his panels as he gently patted the stiff spike in front of him.

“What a good boy, you didn’t overload at all.” Thundercracker smiled, turning the pats into a lazily paced series of strokes. “I bet you were really close too.”

He had better places for that spike to go anyway.

The cover over his valve slid back.

“Good boys get to finish inside,” he said pushing himself up on his knees to line up their arrays. “But not yet. You have to be really good for me first.”

He lowered himself slowly, letting just the tip of the spike’s round head kiss where his already wet folds parted. The light pressure against the pliable silicon gave way slightly, promising more. Pushing down, he let the head just penetrate the first ring of calipers.

“So patient.”

Just to rub it in, he sat back up as the calipers tried in vain to hold the spike in place.

After breaking the contact for a few seconds, Thundercracker set himself back down, barely touching the spike to the warmth of his valve as their fluids smeared together. He pressed the head in partway once more, just enough to promise more and then take it away.

“I don’t know if I should.” Thundercracker chuckled.

He repeated the motion, allowing only the shallowest ghost of penetration before escaping. Over and over again, just to be aggravating, just because he could.

Megatron glared up at him, but Thundercracker knew by now that it was the face he made when focusing. An unfortunate side effect of his construction. Instead of fear, Thundercracker only felt pride that he made the game difficult enough for his partner, that it required so much of his active concentration.

How many misunderstandings in the past could Megatron have avoided if anyone else had simply realized that a glare wasn’t always the same as an actual threat?

Alas.

Taking a deep ventilation, Thundercracker lazily lowered himself down, finally letting the thick spike push into his valve as he groaned. The glacial pace allowed him to adjust to the pressure while also forcing Megatron to wait and ride out every single caliper flutter as Thundercracker enveloped him.

It took a few minutes to fully seat himself, far more time than was strictly required, but it was such a delight to tease.

He leaned back with his hands braced against Megatron’s knees, shuttering his optics as he relished the feeling of a comfortably full valve. He sighed, a contented smile on his face as he squeezed his valve around the spike, making it twitch inside him.

“You’re waiting so patiently. Isn’t that nice?”

He sighed again, circling his hips just to feel the stretch as Megatron trembled underneath.

“Maybe one day I can trust you to be good enough to do the heavy lifting without being naughty.”

One of the few times he had Megatron put him on his back, the larger mech had gotten rather too enthusiastic about the words of praise and hadn’t been able to hold back, overloading before Thundercracker had told him to. So, for now, Megatron was on probation and banned from being on top. He needed more practice.

“But, today, if you wait and do what I tell you, you can come inside,” he continued, reiterating his earlier promise, “maybe more than once if you don’t get too tired. You won’t get too tired, will you?”

Megatron, jaw still locked in place to keep quiet, shook his head.

Spikes were unfortunately easy to tire out due to the strain on oil pressure. Such a shame, but they always had alternatives. Hands and mouths and valves and nodes. There were many ways to reward good behavior.

Still, Thundercracker would get plenty of use out of this spike before he would finally let Megatron have his release. These sort of games could be very taxing on a mech’s energy, but he knew that if anyone had the stamina to tolerate a marathon of being edged, it would be Megatron.

He reached forward patting one of the hips underneath him.

“Buck up now, nice and easy,” he ordered, “gentle and slow, okay?”

Thundercracker wasn’t about to do all the work himself.

“We’ve got all night,” he added, affectionately rubbing that hip as Megatron started pushing upward as instructed. With each small, restrained thrust, the spike bumped up against the end of his valve, sending sparks across Thundercracker’s visual feed as he settled back against his hands once more.

If allowed, he knew that Megatron would be holding Thundercracker in place by his hips and going wild. That could be fun sometimes, sure, but this forced pacing, the power of holding such a strong, willful mech’s leash….

Thundercracker moaned quietly, his valve tensing in anticipation as he pushed down to meet the gentle thrusts.

“What a good boy.”

#fic #one shot #valveplug #megatron #thundercracker #2023tfrarepairingfest #megacracker #I /think/ that's what it's called #but who knows

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chef-alta · 7 months

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@tfrarepairing fest day two: nothing but blue skies

feat. Thundercracker and Megatron! The poet and the screenwriter, finally free to pursue their art after the war, and admire all the blue skies as they want <3

shoutout to saintpizzagirl for the reference!

#2023tfrarepairingfest #idw thundercracker #mtmte megatron #idw megatron #thundercracker #megatron x thundercracker #alta art #megatron with tc: oh dear oh gorgeous #megatron with starscream: you fragging donkey #im very proud of this one ^^

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kst-art · 6 months

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For @tfrarepairing fest.

October 25 - Stuffed toys.

Well, i said that i will draw Shadow Striker & Flamewar again. Just a silly version.

#Transformers #maccadam #Shadow Striker #Flamewar #Idw2 #sort of #plushie #tf rare pairing fest #2023tfrarepairingfest #my art

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tituasi · 6 months

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Oct 27th- Raining Life

guys I can't believe Prowl got his own backstory in Transformers Prime

Another piece for @tfrarepairing

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these two again :)

#2023tfrarepairingfest #transfomers #tfp prowl #tf jetfire #tf prowl

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heliopauseentertainments · 7 months

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Denied Repose

For Rare Pairing Fest 2023 - @tfrarepairing

Prompt Day 1 - Underworld

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Megatron/Ratchet

Characters: Megatron & Ratchet Warnings: Major character death, mild gore, necromancy, one-sided relationship

Summary: In which Megatron decides death is also his to control.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

“Good doctor,” Megatron started, strapping Ratchet’s limp limbs to the medical slab, not that Ratchet seemed to be in much of a mood to struggle at the moment. He wasn’t in the mood for much of anything, if Megatron were being honest. “This is one of those situations where I’ll be, in theory, asking you for your forgiveness, rather than for your permission.”

The room thrummed with high voltage electricity as it coursed through the wires and circuits of the machinery lining the walls and ceiling. Megatron did not fully grasp the physics behind it, but that didn’t matter. He had read enough of Scorponok’s notes.

The Autobots had made the mistake of leaving their fallen behind in the chaotic aftermath of battle. Megatron had never been one to let an opportunity go to waste.

Ugly welds made by inexperienced hands crossed Ratchet’s cold chest, windshield glass lingering only as shards still stuck inside of the frame. With guidance from Flatline over their commlinks, Megatron had already patched the worst of the damage to Ratchet’s body, leaving only cosmetic injuries that could be repaired. These were not vital, not yet to a functioning body.

Of all the mechs misguided enough to join the Autobots, Ratchet had always held Megatron’s personal respect. One day, he had always reasoned, perhaps Ratchet could have been convinced to see the world from the Decepticons’ perspective. He had seen the worst of what Functionism had done to the people. Megatron had even put out a standing order early on to leave the handsome medic to do his work, to not target him in battle.

This was not how he had anticipated swaying Ratchet to his cause. He had hoped to use words, wielding the powerful weapon of rhetoric. Though, perhaps, in time he could yet do that, but Ratchet would need function sensors to receive the anything that Megatron had to say.

Megatron checked the straps again, running the back of his hand along Ratchet’s forearm as though soothing an ailing friend, rather than a deceased enemy. He avoided looking at the medic’s dark, unseeing optics.

Cables, still powered down, hung from the ceiling. Megatron reached into Ratchet’s chest through the gap where the windshield had once been, clipping the cables onto his spark chamber.

He stared for a few moments at the gray, crystalline orb nestled inside. Once it had held all that Ratchet was, powering both his frame and his thoughts. Perhaps soon it would again.

Thankfully the spark itself had not sustained damage or shattered, otherwise even this last hope would have been out of reach.

Scorponok had pioneered this gargantuan machine in his quest to both understand the spark and boost Decepticon numbers. His research had been intended to both keep their strength up and pursue techniques they could leverage when Phase 7 finally arrived.

This resurrection machine, however, had been only sparsely tested due to its unsustainable energy requirements.

Should Megatron have been doing this?

Absolutely not. This was selfish, pure and simple.

What would Ratchet say when he discovered that Megatron had sidestepped the natural order of the universe for him? That was hard to say, but he would be alive to say whatever it was.

If it worked.

Reluctantly leaving Ratchet’s side, Megatron walked over to the control console to begin entering the commands to prepare the machine. Its sole task was to jump start the cold spark in Ratchet’s chest.

The console ready, Megatron initiated the sequence.

Power surged down from the ceiling through the cables and into Ratchet’s empty spark.

“I hope one day you’ll understand.”

#2023TFRarePairingFest #megaratch #fic #drabble #megatron #ratchet #maccadam #idw1

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