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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 6 months

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The liaison is turned into a bot! wowza! Oh boy oh boy this must mean they can transform, the whole lost light crew is at least a little excited- except liaison. Why would they want to transform? They just did! into a bot! that's enough change for one day, thank you. unfortunately, since they changed in swerve's bar, some drunk bot had the glorious idea to inflate their glorified booze Capri Sun and burst it, shocking liaison into transforming against their will. How'd Rodimus, Ratchet, Swerve, and Drift try and aid a now transformed liaison who just had a screaming panic attack and has now passed tf out in alt mode in the middle of the bar? I'd imagine getting them calm enough to transform back is going to be hard. your whole damn organs are in a Different place.

-Immediately, Rodimus acts, even if he doesn't understand what's happening at first. To him, and any other cybertronian, transforming into your alt mode is completely natural. Are you unhappy with your alt mode? Is there something wrong with your t-cog? Are you in pain? He's trying to get answers but you're still screaming.

But then Rodimus remembers; you weren't born a cybertronian. You have never transformed before, have barely even gotten used to being in this new metallic body, and now you body has changed yet again!

First things first, he gets you out of Swerve's. Being surrounded by a bunch of overcharged bots won't help you in any way, shape or form. Once he gets you somewhere more isolated he tries to talk to you, calm you down by reminding you that this is not a permanent form, you can turn back into root mode, you just gotta calm down. Rodimus tries to calm you down by talking about a bunch of random, but mundane things to get your mind off your panic.

If this doesn't help then he will call someone like Rung or Ratchet to help you. Even when they arrive, Rodimus stays by your side, not wanting to leave you when you're so clearly in distress.

-Ratchet's first instinct is to get you to the medbay, thinking you're hurt, but he quickly realizes that you're having a panic attack. The trauma of suddenly becoming a cybertronian is still fresh in your mind but as at least as a cybertronian you could find familiarity and comfort in your arms and legs and other features humans share with their metallic kin.

He gets you out of Swerve faster than you can say Gran Cybertronian Taxonomy, but not before he gets a good look at the bot that caused this, making sure to remember who it was so they can be disciplined for it later.

Trying to calm you down, Ratchet places a hand on your alt mode, hoping that his touch will help ground you in reality. He uses a calm and soothing tone as he talks with you, reminding you to activate your vents so you won't overheat. Once he's sure you're focused on what he's saying he gently guides you through how to use your t-cog.

-It takes exactly 3.2 seconds for Swerve to order Ten to get everyone out of the bar. Tell them that the drinks were on the house tonight, whatever will make them leave, he needs them out of here pronto! Swerve knows what a panic attack looks like, though usually he's the one having it, so he knows what's happening to you and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what triggered it. He makes a mental note to ban the patron that forced you to transform into your alt mode.

Calls for Rung immediately but while waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive he still does his best to help you. He's... not that good at it. Watching you having a panic attack makes him panic as well, simply because he feels super worthless for not being able to help you.

Once Rung arrives, Swerve backs off and awkwardly stand in the background. He feels like he shouldn't really be there to watch everything but at the same time he doesn't want to leave because you're his friend and he would feel super shitty if he just left you.

-Drift has you in his arms and halfway to the medbay before anyone can really figure out what's going on. All he hears is that you are screaming and his first instinct is to bring you to Ratchet because Ratchet always makes things better. He might look calm on the outside but inside he's panicking, mind going a thousand miles per hour, trying to understand what's going on.

When he arrives at the medbay Drift finally realizes that you're having a panic attack and he tells Ratchet this. He feels bad for not realizing it sooner and comforting you the way you needed.

Leaves Ratchet with the task of helping you calm down and transform back into root mode, meanwhile he's going to find the idiot that fought it was a good idea to force you to transform and give them a piece of his mind.

#transformers imagine #MTMTE #lost light #rodimus #ratchet #swerve #drift

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itsthesinbin · 9 months

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Petplay kins hc/scenario with tfa Optimus that stem from Sentinel implying/assuming reader is Optimus's human pet and reader is *very* into that idea? I hope this makes sense 😭

BOY YOU HIT ONE OF MY KINKS!!!! I'm gonna do headcanons for now bc I can't figure out how to start an actual scenario for it LMAO. maybe in the future I'll do a one shot

Reblog if you enjoy my content! (comments/tags are also encouraged :3)

Optimus Prime (Transformers: Animated)

You two were used to looks and comments from the anti-bot crowd to begin with. Sentinel being a piece of shit about your relationship wasn't unexpected.

Of course, being called Optimus' weird pet really... struck a nerve with you both, in different ways. Optimus was pissed. You... were instantly thinking of Things.

"You know.... Sentinel is a bitch, but being your pet.... that's a fun idea." "Huh whuh"

Optimus didn't know what to think of the idea... Until you arrived at the base wearing a red and blue collar.

He instantly excused himself from whatever he was doing and led you off to talk. Everyone just assumed you two wanted to spend some time together.

I mean... they were right.

Optimus asked you what was with the collar, and all you did in response was pull out the matching leash. You clipped it on, and handed the other end to him with a grin.

It took him all of 2 minutes to pull you toward him by said leash.

His favorite position is you in his lap, riding him while he has a grip on your leash.

YOUR favorite position is doggy style for the roleplay.

You already had a 'nest' of sorts in his room- a mattress with a lot of blankets and pillows- so sometimes you'll go ahead and strip and wait for him to come in, just lounging on your bed while wearing the collar and leash.

He isn't too into the animalistic aspects of it- ie if you brought in fake ears and a tail plug and actually act like a dog/cat/etc. He more likes the idea of you just being a pretty little thing to dote on and look at.

He does end up getting some clothing for you to wear that he think you'd look nice in. Including underwear and lingerie. You don't ask how he got it, because he looked like he was about to explode handing it to you the first time.

Taken to calling you "human" when out and about, to indicate he's in a Mood. You'll call him "sir" in return. No one's caught on why you two do that. Except Ratchet. He makes a face every time the word "human" comes out of Optimus' mouth.

He prefers the pampering part of this whole petplay scenario to making you service him. Sure, he'll have you suck his spike or do a lot of the work on some days. Mostly, though, he has you lay there and take whatever he wants to give- it's good stress relief to fuck you stupid, after all.

As is getting his mouth between your legs until you're begging for him to get on with it.

He can't help himself. His pet's real cute when they're begging.

Eventually, you end up seeing Sentinel again. You can't help but thank him. He's very confused as to why you're thanking him.

"For some great ideas" is all you'll say, flicking the little heart-shaped tog tag attached to the collar you wear every day.

Sentinel didn't get it til later that night, as he was about to recharge.

He was horrified.

#maccadam #valveplug #transformers #transfomers animated #tfa #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #headcanons #nsft

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camp-mithril-lake · 10 days

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Oho? Another person with a fan continuity? I read up on your ideas and i love it i cant wait to see more of your au!!

I love seeing fan continuities! They are so fun!

I am more than happy to talk about it more! I'm still hammering out details so it is subject to change though. I have been fully convinced to include Strongarm though. I am just deciding if she is the Ultra Magnus kid or the JazzProwl kid. Leaning towards JP though, because it would be hilarious when she drops certain things her "mentor" taught her and everyone thinks it was Prowl.

I have done some more building on everyone! And have a few "episode" ideas. I'm going to frame it as Seasons and have smaller fics be episodes instead of one larger fic. I've always wanted to do a similar frame never found the perfect story for it.

The main things I've built up are Hot Rod, Thunderclash, and Ambulon/Bob/Sunstreaker's backstories. This will be long, so I'll put it under the cut.

HOT ROD & FLAMEWAR

Hot Rod is a war orphan who was taken in by Kup who found him alone and sick in a house. Hot Rod was too sick to tell anyone that his twin sister had left to find medicine/help and they'd been alone there for awhile with Hot Rod getting sicker. The medics in charge of taking care of him had trouble because they didn't know he was a split-spark twin and and couldn't figure out what kept causing his spark to go into distress. It is unhealthy for twins, especially closely bonded ones, to be separated until adulthood.

Sunstreaker was actually the one who noticed it as bond shock and fetched Ratchet. This saved Hot Rod's life and Autobots were immediately sent to check for his sister when he was coherent enough to offer a description and designation. She wasn't there though.

He bonded quickly with the rest of "Kup's orphans", especially Springer and Arcee. Hot Rod is trans and during his final upgrade adjusted his frame to suit his preferences. He is always on the look out for his sister who he knows is still alive because their bond is active. Though very weak and suppressed due to the medicine he has to take.

He grew up underfoot with Kup interacting with the Wreckers and other special groups, mostly moving from place to place in the training areas or staying on the ship, because Kup didn't bring kids into active war areas. When it was possible he sent them to stay on family housing where it was safe. Hot Rod still grew up learning how to make bombs and where the perfect place to stab someone was because the Wreckers were not the best babysitters. As the youngest he was incredibly spoiled and protected in their own strange way though, especially once Springer got into a position he could recommend his baby brother be sent to safer places and Arcee started working directly with Prowl and Elita-1.

Kup told them they had to let their brother live his life and was the one who arranged for Hot Rod to get the job and have a little breathing room.

Hot Rod's twin sister, Flamewar, actually ran into the Decepticons first and tried to rob them, biting and getting caught and grabbed by the Combaticons. By the time they could move out to investigate Hot Rod had already been found and the area they'd been hiding in was destroyed.

The Combaticons weren't free to go back to safely drop off an orphan so they just took her with them. When she started to grow ill, later than Hot Rod as she'd been mostly healthy, they kidnapped a medic and forced him to treat her. She stayed with them for months and they became her new family.

They kept her, registering her as part of their elective kin and she grew up a Decepticon but one who was less than enchanted by Megatron. She loved them and was happy and they supported her search for her twin, who they were incorrectly looking for under the name Flareup.

The Combaticons eventually rebelled though after careful cost-benefit scenario but made absolutely certain to not implicate her, going as far to leave her somewhere else and distance themselves so it wouldn't come back on her. She got to visit them during their trial and Onslaught told her to betray them so per her parents' orders she spoke against them on the stand. She was pardoned, and to repay an old favor, Soundwave made sure she was cared for. She had definitely inherited the Combaticons opinions and views though and kept getting in trouble.

She was eventually sent to Dreadwing and Krok.

SUNSTREAKER, BOB, and AMBULON

Bob (Bucket-of-Bolts), Sunstreaker's nickname for him that became his name, was an Insecticon in the same facility as Ambulon and Sunstreaker. All three of them were test subjects for the experiments going on there done by Scorponok and Flame (who betrayed the Autobots). Sunstreaker and Bob bonded and Ambulon eventually started working with them as well to escape. The facility was not approved by the Decepticons as Scorponok was plotting to overthrow Megatron, which lead to it being attacked once discovered.

They escaped but Sunstreaker and Bob were injured in the attack. Ambulon was planning to go neutral but seeing their injuries instead called the Autobots and turned himself in to assure they lived. Ambulon defected and joined the Autobots during this time. Bob was gravely injured and couldn't transform any longer and had some damage that he potential could never recover from. There was a possibility he could heal especially with care and steady spark energy transfusions to assist, but that was only a possibility.

Sunstreaker immediately devoted himself to Bob's care and is weaker and off the frontlines because he is doing transfusions daily to help in his recovery and vowed to stay with Bob no matter what his frame looks like or severe the injuries. Sunstreaker had also taken a very long time to recover due to the extent of the injuries.

Ambulon is trusted by them both and eventually was off parole and approved for service and got sent with them as a result.

THUNDERCLASH

Thunderclash is the main Autobot Commander in the area nearest to them and will appear often as well. He was recently reassigned to the Safe Zone, which has caused a bit of a scandal. He is also Hot Rod's age and shouldn't be in command due to this.

Thunderclash was another orphan who Ratchet took in when his family, a relatively wealthy political family, was assassinated. Ratchet did not want him to join the war effort at all and did everything he could to discourage him. This lead to some fighting and eventually, Thunderclash running away. Ratchet was heartbroken. Thunderclash was already very large and lied about his age to join the Autobots in another region.

He was doing well and came under the wing of the base commander who was more than a little reckless. During a risky maneuver that failed, their command structure was devastated and Thunderclash, having been closely working with him had the clearest idea of what was going on and where everyone was, took over temporarily to get them through it and won the battle.

He continued to stay in command since there was no way to get out communication under siege and was in control for awhile keeping the region together and eventually being officially promoted to fill the role. He was rapidly promoted, caused at least partially by further deaths to a higher position much too quickly. When the area finally settled and connections were reestablished he was considered famous both militarily and politically.

When he was sent to meet High Command and give his report though, Ratchet recognized his kid through the final upgrade and new paintjob and the whole charade was revealed. It was a huge blowup and Thunderclash's age and inexperience coupled with his too rapid promotions being backfilled by more trusted officers lead to his "reassignment" to calmer climes with more experienced officers accompanying him to ease him into leadership since they now had the option.

This lead to rumors that someone had tried to suppress the "rising star" of Thunderclash, who was actually very relieved by his reassignment and flying by the seat of his pants.

He was deeply traumatized by the events that lead to his promotion and his "heroics" are nothing but terrible memories. His issues with his previous commanding officers recklessness leading to so much death causes tensions between himself and Hot Rod.

#answering asks #seeds of the past au #thunderclash #hot rod #sunstreaker #bob the insecticon #ambulon #so for all the light heartedness i am planning to coat it with this continuity is kind of dark

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mainenorth · 11 months

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sometimes i wanna fucking cry into the void but i can’t so here’s some thoughts

rodimus has unrequited love for drift. when ratchet died rodimus selfishly (while beating himself up over it) tried to attempt to show drift that he cared about him more than a friend. it didn’t work. when they got ratchet back from another au everything went back to normal and rodimus was alone again.

deadlock killed jfk

ignoring aligned and its lore, blurr could be the cygate sparkling

griffin rock takes place in canada

kobd james bond crossover

heatwave and knock out are best friends

nightbeat x whirl (kin memories)

heatwave is good at risk but he can’t remember any of the names so he just says “that one” and cody puts down his pieces

dani and the bots watch hallmark movies together

beachcomber x ??? (also kin memories)

megatron has an optimus prime shrine

deadlock had a not so healthy obsession with ratchet and stalked him and would pay people to take photos of him and tell him where they think he’s stationed at every waking moment

the scavengers all raise the firstborn but cons4eva is the only one who knows anything about organics

whirl jr + the firstborn friendship

the firstborn gets sent to the academy??

cyberverse drift comes back to life and him and ratchet kiss

cons knows way to much about human politics and conspiracies and trolls conspiracy theorists online

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witchofthesouls · 5 months

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I like to think about different expressions of affection between frames and how it can either overlap or clash with others.

Example: Pharma and Revelation.

Similar to mecha with equipment alt-modes, medics tend to lean toward acts of service. They typically have a culture of high maintenance due to their own frames, especially with the massive workload and long hours.

Acts of care and appreciation include but not limited to:

Memorizing fuel preferences

Topping off favorite sealants

Massages

Touch ups on appearance to ensure immaculate image

Doing someone’s hand maintenance

Settle up the cot and/or keeping specific hospital staff bunks in a certain way (like extra pillows, a heated blanket, or tucking a current edition of a favorite magazine).

Seekerkin, however, tend to lean toward physicality as it's driven by their coding quirks since they're a highly social frame-type.

Shared personal space. Close ones and trine will realign their wings to set together if they're sitting side-by-side

Sharing a bed or resting upon each other

Grooming and eating together

Sparring

Marking

Interacting with very young or sick spark-kin

Bottom line, I find it hilarious that the Lost Light's medics and resident Seekerkin have no idea how to view these two.

Ambulon and Smokescreen have the unique experiences by being in both worlds, so they side-eye because it's such a strange mesh and clash, but it surprisingly works. (Those two mechs keep a good eye on the little family.)

Ratchet has been driven up the wall multiple times because Revelation refuses to be parted away from the surgeon. They're practically welded together. He wants to make sure nothing happens on his watch, whereas Revelation has practically joined the medbay crew by focusing on servo maintenance and upkeep.

First Aid thinks they're super clingy to each other, and is honestly surprised little clashes had happened between Ratchet and Pharma, outside the issues of Revelation.

Bluestreak almost shoots his shot because Revelation reads as available but immediately backs off since Pharma's face promises a really bad time.

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transingthoseformers · 6 months

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The Autobots, sans Optimus, meanwhile don't know who Drift was and are being friendly while he is twitchy and being shielded by Ratchet's grumpy growly aura as he interferes anytime Drift is vaguely uncomfortable. I picture more of a Prime-ed Version of IDW Drift. Optimus quietly accepts his defection as a neutral refugee under protection refusing to require he take an oath and officially lists him as a non-combatant under Ratchet's elective kin.

I'd say there was a mission on the same planet. Deadlock got stabbed and Ratchet lost all his group. A planet was playing both Autobots and Decepticons and betrayed them both. They teamed up and got off planet and separated. Which started the Ratchet doesn’t leave base rule.

There are a lot of rumors about how they know each other, which Arcee "isn't participating in" (she is), but both Bulkhead and the Kids are.

The kids at first don't know what to make of him, and he them especially since he doesn't speak English yet and speaks in chittering chirps, beeps, and musical tones of a Cybertronian dialect which Ratchet responds in which delights Rafe. Ratchet bristles and both he and Optimus tell the kids that you shouldn't approach a protective caretaker and Drift has to decide when and if they meet the younglings. Druft is shy and protective, especially since he reacted very defensively to Fowler shouting about unmentioned new person as he grabbed the twins and immediately hid.

He slowly creeps out, though, and catches Miko when she almost takes a tumble and is very gentle with them. He coos and fusses and beams at Rafe's attempts to respond. He's very soft-spoken with them when he finally learns English and they like him. Miko introduces him as Drift's husband.

Drift finally introduces the kids to the twins after bonding to them, and they are all delighted. He's still tense with anyone, not Ratchet or Bee, though. He's actually particularly tense around Bulkhead (a former Wrecker) and Optimus.

Bulkhead he overcomes relatively quickly, but Optimus just watches sadly as he takes much longer to relax around him.

And then Bulkhead arrives thrilled to bring Wheeljack in while Drift is watching base with Bumblebee while Ratchet is away helping Arcee, who snapped a wire. The twins are playing with the kids, and he's relaxed.

Then Wheeljack recognizes Deadlock and doesn't hesitate to lunge for him seeing him near the kids and two younglings. Drift can't move and risk him hitting the kids and braces to take it getting stabbed.

Optimus and Ratchet and Arcee arrive to screaming and chaos and a guilty shocked Wheeljack who got punched by Bee. This only gets worse for him as the moment Drift and the Twins are secure Ratchet gets ahold of him.

You're very right in picturing a tfp-ized version of mtmte Drift

Makes sense Optimus would know™️, and considering how big he's been on giving the decepticons chances he's gonna take this as a w (especially since Drift at this point has entirely renounced his previous faction)

Oooo on them meeting on the battlefield? And the heavy autobot loss leading to the "Ratchet stays in the base" rule? YES

mmmhm sure Arcee sure, I wonder what these rumors contain 🤔🤔🤔

Makes perfect sense that he wouldn't have any earth related languages down yet, after all he just got here and the organic residents weren't exactly his main concern. But also because YES LET THE KIDS HEAR THE VARIOUS CYBERTRONIAN DIALECTS, Raf is right to be very excited. Optimus offers to help teach him more about it later.

Fair as hell on Drift being hesitant, especially after how he ended up in this mess, but also about Fowler yelling because yelling

Ooooo on him getting close with Miko? Makes sense this girl needs as many parental figures as possible, especially the relatively asocial new autobot yes yes

ohh on Optimus feeling ashamed of himself regarding mecha being scared of him

oh the Wreckers, all the things that can be said there.

Wheeljack v Deadlock beef?

Yeahhh Jackie that was not the smarted move but I see why you made it, he was scared for the kids

If anyone's gonna bring order back to the room it's (usually) Ratchet, and Optimus is thoroughly not happy.

#maccadam #transformers #whole lotta characters #tfp ratchet #drift #deadlock #< same guy #dratchet #transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #tfp miko

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wildlygay · 5 months

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A Better World

Authors note: I spent a while on this, and despite it being a little much, I hope you enjoy it :)

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Fire choked the air around them, but Optimus did not stop running. His frame burned and he could feel his precious cargo squirming beneath his plating. Ratchet and Bumblebee ran alongside him, keeping pace as they fled the battlefield. The rest of the team would meet with them later, for now their goal was survival.

“Ratchet! Summon a groundbridge!” Optimus demanded, his mandibles unfurling on instinct and his shell starting to fall away as he picked up speed. Bumblebee dropped to all fours, running alongside him as Ratchet increased his stride.

“WIPE THEM OUT!” Megatron screamed from somewhere in the ash and smoke. Optimus’s optics cycled wide in fear. He could not die here. Not when his mission remained unfulfilled.

“The groundbridge-!” He urged. Ratchet’s secondary limbs emerged from their hiding place as he hurried to punch in the coordinates.

“We are too far, the groundbridge is unstable!” The medic replied, his voice dipping low as the sound of blaster fire reached them.

“It no longer matters! Get us out of here!” Optimus commanded as he pulled Bumblebee close to himself, throwing his creation onto his back and shedding more of his disguise for the benefit of longer and more numerous limbs. He hardly resembled his host now, but stealth was no longer an option.

“There! Hurry!” A portal bloomed in front of them and Optimus did not hesitate to grab Ratchet and throw him through first. It was partially out of a desire to ensure at least one of his kin survived, but also to see if something went wrong. When nothing exploded, he looked behind him in time to see Megatron rushing through the ash.

“ABOMINATION!” The warlord screamed, his blaster at the ready. Optimus did not waste another moment in hurling himself through the portal, but not before Megatron landed a solid hit to his back, thankfully below where Bumblebee clung to him as if he were a larva once more.

The world turned into a mess of color as Optimus found himself hurtling through time and space. He was in the void for far too long and he could feel nothing beneath his pedes. This was wrong, very very wrong. Thankfully before he could worry about possibly being shredded by the uncertainty of groundbridge mechanics, he found himself rolling across the ground, rocks and rubble digging into his plating. He could feel his larva digging deeper into his systems to avoid the damage. It would be a struggle to call them forth later and he would need to be incredibly careful in his movements to not crush them, but at least they were unharmed.

“He needs help-!” Optimus heard Bumblebee speaking, calling out for someone. However he did not have the strength to see who as he used the last of his energy to pull himself back together, his disguise slowly creeping into place. It hurt, but it was not unmanageable.

“Don’t worry! We are going to patch him right up!” A familiar voice rang in his audials, prompting Optimus to try and pull himself up to see who it was. His optics blew wide as he saw a face he long thought gone.

“Orion Pax…” He murmured before he fell to the ground again, exhausted and hurting. He felt comforting servos dragging him before it all went dark.

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“Hello there! Try to boot online slowly alright? You’ve been out for a while.” A far more youthful version of his own voice greeted Optimus as he came back to full awareness. He groaned, his mandibles twitching against his will. He tried his best to keep his shell in place, but it ached and it was so difficult to keep it all hidden away-

“You don’t need to keep hiding your mandibles Mr. Optimus! I can see that it's really tiring for you. You are a patient and shouldn’t overwork yourself!” On instinct, he relaxed. His fangs slid free from their casing and he vented in relief as his mandibles clicked together, finally no longer crushed behind the shell he always hid himself in.

“There you go! That’s much better isn’t it. Now, can you try to sit up?” Looking over at the mech tending to him, Optimus noted him as he followed the given order. He groaned as he sat upright, aching and seeing more than a few welds that were not there before. Finally taking the time to look around, Optimus almost lost his ever present composure.

He was in the missile silo, but it was most certainly not the one he was used to. The place was brighter and filled with far more color. The human children, not his human children, played with Bulkhead, one who was not under Optimus’s command. This place’s Arcee smiled as she assisted Jack with a videogame, and surprisingly a mech that looked like Bumblebee stood a ways off, observing him in silence. He was too tall to be Bumblebee, and while faint, he had the feel of kin, albeit from Optimus’s Cybertronian heritage rather than his more… unusual bloodline.

The Ratchet of this place was arguing with the Ratchet under Optimus’s control. The two bickered, with Optimus’s Ratchet falling back on the memory of his host as the duo devolved into useless debate over what method was best for a specific protocol. But that was not what caught Optimus’s attention most. No, it was the mech who stood cheerily before him with a small medical kit in his servos.

“I’ve talked to your family and they tell me you are really nice when you want to be! I’ve met a lot of other Optimi you know. They were all a little different, so don’t worry about trying to be all secretive!” The mech who looked exactly like a young and far less mature version of his host smiling up at him and patted his thigh in what was likely an attempt to be comforting. “I’m a medical officer in training! Patient confidentiality is part of the job.”

How very novel this one was. Looking him over, he couldn’t have been much older than Bumblebee. Practically a larva.

“You are practically a larva.” He murmured before he could stop himself. Orion froze, the one who looked like Bumblebee readied a weapon behind him. Optimus for his part clamped his plating down tight and instinctually got to his pedes, inching over to where his Bumblebee was lingering amongst the human children. A quick hiss summoned his eldest to his side and Bumblebee was quick to obey.

“Nimbus! You are scaring my patient! Take everyone out! I want to talk to Mr. Optimus please!” Nimbus? So that was his designation. He was a Prime then. That meant that this place could not be the world Optimus knew. He would have sensed a fellow Prime long ago if he were still in his home plane.

“If he hurts you I am afraid all you will have to conduct is an autopsy.” Nimbus glared but quickly got his team out of the room along with Optimus’s Ratchet and Bumblebee at Optimus’s urging. Orion wished to speak, and so he would oblige.

“I am sorry about my Sire. He worries for me.” Orion smiled as he came forward, sitting down on the only bot sized couch in the facility and patting the spot beside him invitingly. Optimus raised an optical ridge but stalked forward carefully, wary of moving too quickly for fear of damaging his still fearful larva from where they were buried deep in his seams.

“It is of no consequence, larva.” It felt wrong to call Orion by his designation. He was too much like Optimus’s host for his designation to be a comfort.

“I did an exam while you were out. Sorry about that by the way. I should have asked first.” Orion apologized as he swung his pedes on the edge of the couch. He was so short his pedes did not even come close to touching the floor. How young was he? And already he was a medic? Even Bumblebee, despite being a Pretender, had been given a chance to grow before he joined the war effort.

“Why did you wish to speak with me?” Optimus questioned gently, doing his best to fold his mandibles back where they would not frighten the larva before him. Orion did not seem too put off, but it was unsettling to be able to move so freely without his shell wrapping tight around him.

“No, don't do that! You can relax, Mr. Optimus! I promise you don’t scare me! I met an Optimus who was a Jester god once. None of my patients make me afraid!” Bold words from such a small being. Optimus allowed a small smile to grace his features. This one was not like his host in personality, he could tell that much. Still, he was a breath of fresh air. Cybertronians were always out to kill him as a general rule, and yet this one was tending to his wounds.

“I just wanted to get to know you a bit! I like knowing more about my patients! So if you don’t mind, can I ask some questions?" Optimus tilted his helm in confusion even as he nodded. So very strange. This one seemed to not fear him at all.

"What exactly are you if you don't mind? I would like to get a medical file for you and your family in case I need to repair you again!" Orion smiled cheerfully and pulled out some stickers from his medical kit. Optimus watched on completely baffled as Orion held up the sheet. "I will give you a sticker for a job well done afterwards!"

Huh. The larva truly knew no fear.

"I am Optimus Prime, and I am a Pretender." The name of his kind came out in a harsh snarl against his will. If he could have chosen the name, he would have selected something that tied into his sister race. He may not have been a pureblood, but he had Cybertronian roots. To be outright called a fake... he could handle it. He understood when it came to him and Ratchet. But Bumblebee-?

"Oh! You don't sound like you enjoy that name much. Do you want me to call you that? If it is derogatory I don't want to be offensive!" Snapped from his grim musing, Optimus remained baffled as Orion grabbed his servos and held them gently. His servos were almost as big as the young medic's helm, but still the little one looked up at him in a pleading manner. Such a pure being. He was just like a larva. Young, without fear, without taint.

"I take no offense to the name, I merely wish that its origin was not so cruel." Optimus did not elaborate, but Orion nodded and released his servos in order to write the information down in a notebook.

"I won't pry Mr. Optimus. Your biology is incredibly different from anything else I have ever seen. I already learned a lot from your family, so I won't ask too many questions there, but do you mind if I take a look at your face without the cover you wear?" Standing up on the couch so that Orion could match him in height, the little medic held up a light. Optimus shifted, uncomfortable with the idea of anyone seeing through his disguise after so long hiding. He waited, but so did Orion.

"Why do you not perform your examination young larva?" He questioned.

"Because you are uncomfortable! A medic is meant to take care of patients! Not hurt them! Physically or mentally, I am meant to help!" So very pure... Optimus contemplated as he watched the little one. This larva was no threat to him or the mission. Perhaps... there was no harm in revealing himself. When else would he be given the chance to see his face as it really was?

Plating unfurled and shifted away, his jaw unhinged and his fangs slid free of their casing. Mandibles he never allowed to move at last began to click and twitch. His secondary and third sets of optics flickered online as he at last ceased his purposeful blinding. Finally, his Cybertronian kibble folded until at last his sensory panels could unfurl alongside his finials. It was freeing. However, Orion did not even twitch, merely humming in interest.

"Oh wow! You must be able to hear and feel all sorts of things with all these sensors!" Happily as ever, Orion did not flinch in terror or shrink in on himself as he examined Optimus's frame. How kind this one was. When was the last time Optimus had been treated with kindness from one not of his line? When had he last been seen as a living and thinking being?

"You should fear me. I have killed millions. I have stolen the lives of mecha who were far more moral than I. It is because of my actions that countless have perished. Why do you not shake in terror?" He questioned sharply, caution finally making itself known. Orion jumped back, holding his light against himself as Optimus's voice turned into a threatening growl. "I am a creature designed for one specific function. A being that imitates your kind and devours you from the inside out to further my own growth. Does this not frighten you, little bot?"

Orion finally shook, his expression wavering as Optimus leaned closer, more of his disguise falling away. Limbs slipped free of their confines, plating shifted away, claws and pincers emerged until at last Optimus Prime stood in the center of the space, hovering over Orion who had long ago skittered back. He stared down at the little medic, his many optics locked onto him to make a point.

"You had a reason didn't you?" The question caught Optimus off guard and he paused in raising his raptorial claws.

"I learned a bit from your family. They say you have a mission, that you had no choice but to be violent." Orion stepped forward and Optimus found himself losing his conviction as the younger mech raised his servos.

"You just want to survive right? I heard that Creators are very aggressive when their sparklings are threatened. I don't think you want to be like this... do you?" Orion, despite the way his digits trembled, managed to touch the sides of Optimus's face. The young medic shook, but he managed a wary smile as Optimus's outermost mandibles clicked together once.

There was no way this mech was real. And yet... here he was. Kind and understanding. Something deep in Optimus's code awoke as he observed Orion shaking like a leaf. This was who he was created to protect. He would shed energon, he would suffer, he would endure all so that mecha like the little larva could live in peace.

That was the purpose of a Pretender.

"You are correct..." Pulling away, Optimus forced his frame back into its shell. Limbs cracked, but he was careful to be wary of his larva as he knelt and met Orion on his level.

"Our mission is complicated, but at the core of it all, we are protectors, preservers, and warriors waiting for a chance to fight for our sister race." He nodded more to himself than anything else as he called forth one of his young. The larva he called to slid free from where it had burrowed into his arm and he held it gently, watching as Orion's optics widened in interest.

"I kill only to give my kind a chance to thrive. We are so few in number, and the larva I send out are hunted down before they can finish their growth and know the joy of living." The larva chittered in his servo as Optimus held it out.

"You have proven to be a mech worthy of our protection." Orion was pure, he was one that would need to be protected. Optimus and the rest of his brood would need to return to their plane soon enough. He could not neglect the rest of his team for long, not with Megatron hunting them down. However he could ensure that this little one would be kept safe.

Looking down at the larva, Optimus made a quiet decision.

"Would you like to hold it?" Orion perked up at the offer even as he seemed worried over the opportunity. Optimus smiled in a well practiced reassuring manner.

"I would be honored to hold your baby! But, uh, is the baby going to bite?" Orion looked worriedly at the larva's small mandibles. This was one of Optimus's older creations, and thus it was larger. Its mandibles were almost as large as Orion's digits. It was understandable that he was concerned.

"It will not harm you. Do not fear." He calmly remarked, earning a happy sound from Orion as he cooed at the larva. Quietly ushering his creation along, Optimus watched as the larva wormed its way into Orion's arms, and at Optimus's command, remained docile. It settled in the little medic's arms and quietly chittered, to which Orion giggled at the novelty.

Good. The plan would work then.

Looking up, Optimus noted Nimbus watching him with critical optics from the doorway, his blaster at the ready. Optimus remained passive, his expression stony as he met the other Prime's gaze. They held their staring competition for a klik as Orion played with the larva until Nimbus made a cutting motion on his neck and gestured toward Orion. Now, Optimus was not the most socially adept, but he was no fool. He knew what that meant.

He had no intention to hurt Orion. No, he was going to protect him in his own unique way.

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"Orion Pax." Optimus stalked forward, a smile gracing his features as he leaned down to match the little medic's height. Orion smiled gleefully and hurried forward with a sheet of stickers which he promptly took a star from and plopped directly onto Optimus's shoulder.

"You seem to be a lot better, Mr. Optimus! I am so glad you are feeling good now! And thank you for letting me hold your baby!" Nimbus glared at Optimus from across the room and the rest of the bots, Pretender or otherwise, stopped to watch as Optimus adjusted his grip on his cargo. They had only been in this alternate world for a few cycles, most of which Optimus spent in recharge. But that was more than enough time for Optimus to alter one of his larva enough to serve its new purpose.

"It was a pleasure to have such a wonderful medic tend to me." Both Ratchets nodded and hummed in agreement, the duo having long since decided that Orion was indeed a lovely spark to have around. However the Pretenders present froze as Optimus shifted his arms to reveal the small being in his arms.

"It is not safe for this one to come with me when I return to my plane. And so I would like to leave you with a friend." His larva, no longer maintaining its insectoid appearance, looked out from Optimus's arms at Orion.

"He will keep me updated on your well being. Do not worry, he is more than capable of caring for himself. He is no sparkling." The green Pretender in Optimus's arms smiled and jumped to the ground. He was still small, about the height of a minicon. However given time, he would reach his full height and match Orion in stature.

"Give him his designation." Ratchet and Bumblebee stared in absolute shock as Orion looked the newcomer over. Nimbus was seething nearby and the rest of Nimbus's team appeared equally concerned. But Orion seemed to see the situation as a positive as he smiled.

"How about Dion? I think we are going to be great friends!" Orion reached out to shake the newly named Dion's servo. Dion for his part met Optimus's gaze and nodded. Orion did not need to know that Dion was infused with the knowledge and CNA of a dead mech. Optimus had hoped to save the CNA strands for later, but Orion needed to be protected, and it certainly did not hurt to have a foothold in another plane.

"I like that name! I can't wait to start working with you Rion!" Infused with traits Optimus thought Orion would appreciate, Dion was to be the perfect companion. He would ensure the little medic didn't get up to too much trouble.

"Are you sure its fine for Dion to stay here Mr. Optimus? He's one of your babies right?" Optimus waved a servo dismissively as he stood again, not caring for Nimbus's threatening field.

"He is safer here, and I would like to ensure you are protected, young Orion Pax." Patting Orion on the helm once, Optimus met Dion's gaze and nodded. Dion knew his mission.

"I will not hesitate to cut him down if he hurts my sparkling. I hope you know that." Nimbus warned as Optimus stepped away to allow Dion and Orion to begin talking.

"That is acceptable. Kin will always come first." There was mutual understanding between them as Nimbus crossed his arms and observed.

"We are working on a space bridge to send you back to your plane. It should be ready by the end of the week. You are not the first interdimensional traveler we have dealt with." A shame. This world was so very peaceful. It was pleasant not being hunted at all hours.

"I understand, and I thank you now for housing us. This favor shall be repaid in due time." Striding toward Bumblebee, Optimus drew his eldest against him. It was not often he could offer affection so freely. Bumblebee whirled happily and Optimus's Ratchet smiled. They would enjoy this while they had it.

"Mr. Optimus! Bumblebee! Come play ball with us!" Orion waved exuberantly as Dion grabbed a red ball and held it up. Optimus chuckled as Bumblebee hurried forward to join. He always enjoyed the chance to let loose a bit.

"Go on then. Play with Orion already. He doesn't have enough playmates." This plane's Ratchet ushered him onward gruffly, earning a glare from Optimus's Ratchet. He did not wait to listen to their inevitable argument before catching the ball thrown his way and proceeding to join the fray, Orion laughing the whole time.

NDNSJFNKFJDJF OH MY GOD THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL.

DION AND ORION <3333

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