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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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thomas wayne au excerpts - things that could've been part of a grander fic except there's no grander fic

thomas wayne au - an au i made last year where danny is literally just. thomas wayne. his full name was Daniel Thomas Fenton and he started going by Thomas Nightingale after he was disowned. because of course. here is a link to the first post if anyone wants to see a more in depth view of the au (its also the start of me using the ‘danny fenton is not the ghost king’ au lmao

additional info: bruce is the result of a failed cloning attempt from vlad - vlad used a combination of danny's dna and an unnamed girl (Martha's) to make him to try and balance out the ectoplasm use. this resulted in a slightly liminal but otherwise completely human and stable baby boy. Bruce is, by all accounts, Danny's biological son. Danny named him Bruce

Danny was 24 when he died, he took in Bruce when he was 16. He is, so far, a single father in this au. (But if I WERE to add martha she wouldn't be sam or a DP character but rather a separate character on her own.)

Essentially they would go as:

Martha, 19: water does terrifying things to corpses

Danny, 19, half ghost: *heart eyes* really? tell me more they're morticia and gomez your honor

---- Like starlight -----

Bruce's father could light up a room. He was like a sun, his gravitational field could just pull you in, and before you knew it you'd be orbiting around him like one of his many planets.

He's seen it in action before, in the rare moments Thomas Wayne would allow him to accompany him to the socialite events he went to; the fundraisers; the charities. Bruce, as tall as his father's waist, would cling to his leg and watch as people drifted towards him and his star-blinding smile.

It's fitting that his father's favorite thing in the world were stars, he fit right in with them.

As an adult, Bruce has tried copious amount of times to mimic him. To try and capture a fraction of that light, that charm, in his own act - but here's the thing. Thomas Wayne wasn't made of starlight only in front of the cameras, he was made of starlight outside of it as well.

(So when older socialites laugh and tell him he's so much like his father, Bruce just thinks they are liars. They've only ever seen the Thomas Wayne his father showed them, Bruce is nothing like his father.)

In the manor, whatever room he stepped into seemed to brighten, and maybe it was just Bruce's own child-memory fuzzing it to raise his father onto a pedestal, but he stands by it. His father was a solar system, his very own galaxy. Bruce was just the lucky planet that was close enough to orbit him.

--------- arrival time ------

Ancients, ancients, what the fuck convinced Danny to ever go to Gotham of all places? Crime Capitol of the world? He's not sure, but he's been wandering around the country for the last few months, swapping between flying late at night as Phantom, and taking the busses and trains when he had the money, and was too exhausted to fly.

And of course, what convinced him to come here with his kid no less, who was just at the cusp of turning a year old? Whose curiosity of the world was growing greater by the day? Who wanted to look around and explore, and was growing tired of being held at all hours of the day by his father.

But he was going to be held, at least for as long as they were in Gotham for. He didn't trust the stuff on the sidewalks, and he didn't trust the people walking on it. Bruce was tiny, and Danny would lose his mind if he lost him in a crowd.

In his arms, Bruce whined and wriggled, pushing at his shoulders in the signature way he did when he wanted to be let down. Danny tightened his hold, and adjusted his place on his hip.

"I know, bumblebee." Danny muttered, resting his chin on Bruce's small head. His hair was still thin, but it was dark and soft, and tickled his throat a little. "But not yet, I need to find somewhere for us to stay first."

He needed to find somewhere for them to stay, permanently. He couldn't keep living like this, and he couldn't let Bruce grow up like this either. Constantly moving, homeless, unsure of when he was going to eat next? It wasn't good for him. But he needed to find a city he liked, and after that? He wasn't sure. Where did he start?

But Bruce doesn't like his answer, he whines at him, louder, and his wriggling increases. He wants down, he wants to move. They were in a new place again, he wanted to explore. He's too little to fully understand what his dad's saying. "Dada." He said, his voice thick with the accent of a child first learning to speak.

"I know," Danny repeats, stressing the word as his eyes flitted about. There was a park nearby -- maybe he and Bruce could stop there for a bit. Bruce could move around, and Danny could figure out his next move.

It was getting dark, he didn't want to be out in Gotham when it was dark. Shuffling, he moved the inside of his jacket to wrap around Bruce better. It was getting cold, too. Last winter with Bruce had been hellish - Bruce's liminality meant that Danny's immunity to the cold hadn't been passed down to him. Danny had spent all winter terrified that Bruce was going to get sick and die. He didn't want to go through that stress again, especially now that Bruce would be moving.

He hoped they could find new living arrangements soon.

---- dniwer eht klolc - clockwork's conversation ---

Laughing quietly as Bruce ran out of the room, Danny turned his attention back to the mirror, his fingers curled around the knot of his tie. They'd been planning this outing for weeks since the movie was first announced, and Danny wasn't going to let anything ruin tonight.

Humming under his breath, his hands fell from his tie and he steps back. They were leaving in half an hour, at best, but experience from the last six years has taught Danny that he wants to be ready before then.

In his reflection, the clock behind him stops ticking, and a wave of nothing washes over him, a subtle shift he's gotten used to that was the sensation of time stopping. Ticking, soft and coming from all four sides of the room, filled his ears.

Danny's smile drops. And behind him, Clockwork swirled into existence like a blackhole reversing its pull. "Don't go out tonight, Thomas." He says, his voice stern.

That wasn't happening.

He reaches up to push back a loose strand of hair out of his face. "Does something happen to Bruce, Clockwork?" He asks, his voice deceptively calm. That would be the only reason he would postpone tonight. If it endangered Bruce, then he would just have to break the news to him that they'd have to go tomorrow.

In the reflection, Clockwork's lips thinned, pressing together tersely. He looked tense, the grip on his staff was tight, tighter than Danny's seen it before in recent years. And it worried him a little.

Clockwork is silent for a few seconds, hesitant, before he finally speaks. "No, Bruce will be fine." He says, and uncharacteristic of him, he shuffles, "But--"

Ah, good then. Danny's smile returns briefly across his face. Then it could be something Danny can handle. "But nothing then, Clockwork." He says, interrupting the Ancient firmly. He leans back slightly to look over himself again in the mirror, before going to undo his tie. He's changed his mind about it.

"Boo has been looking forward to our movie all week, I'm not crushing his hopes by changing my mind last minute." In just a few seconds the tie was off his neck and tossed onto bed behind him. And Danny was reaching over the dresser beside him to grab a pearl necklace, he normally didn't wear it, it belonged to Mrs. Wayne and he inherited it after she and Mr. Wayne passed away last year. It wouldn't hurt to wear it for a special occasion like this.

Clockwork's lips tightened, and his shoulders tensed up. "Thomas," He says lowly, "Please."

...Clockwork never said please. Danny's never heard him say please in the last ten years he's known him. This... must have been pretty serious -- but, his core tugged at him. He couldn't cancel without finding the reason why. Bruce was so important to him, Danny couldn't break his heart with this without learning why. He wouldn't allow it, and neither would his core.

He hooks the necklace around his neck and turns to face Clockwork, frowning deeply. "Does something happen tonight?" If he knew the reason -- he just needed to know the reason.

Clockwork stares at him, and something that Danny can't catch appears across his face. "...I cannot tell you." He says after a long moment, his voice quiet.

That... is not the answer Danny wants. He won't cancel.

He frowns. "If something happens tonight..." He says slowly -- Clockwork said that Bruce is unharmed. That must mean Danny was able to handle it. He allows himself to smile reassuringly, and he steps forward to clap a hand on Clockwork's shoulder. "Then I will handle it, alright? I promise."

He gets no response back. Clockwork's expression unreadable as he nods silently - Danny's anxiety curls in his gut. He's being so unlike himself. But he shakes Clockwork's shoulder gently and steps around him, leaving the room.

After a minute, he feels time return to normal.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dp crossover #dpdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dc x dp #dp dc #dp dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #danny is thomas wayne au #danny calling bruce 'bumblebee' >>>>>#he adores his kid man. absolutely loves him. he'd give him the world on a silver platter if he even so much asked.#dont have many tag thoughts for this au unfortunately. its pr straight forward considering danny is going to die when bruce is eight #left the movie they went to see pr ambiguous since mark of zorro came out in 1940 #only thought of it now that danny wore the pearls as i was writing this. just for the extra reference to canon #single dad danny #martha and danny would fall in love with each other via hyperfixations. they'd be engaged by the time they died.#their wedding would be in a month - little bruce was gonna be ringbearer at his dad's wedding :) and he'd already be calling Martha mom #danny: CW said bruce was unharmed tonight so everything will be fine :) i will handle it.#danny: dies and becomes a whalefall - and thus incapable of returning as a ghost to watch over bruce #yeah clockwork meant physically unharmed. he was in pain while talking to danny - his boy was gonna die tonight and he was never gonna see #him again bc danny wasnt coming back as a ghost.

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suranet · 1 year

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back with another round of the robot dating scene!

#sura scribbles #my art #doodles #maccadams #looking back starbee was probably the first thing i actually shipped in the comics #a guy and his dead person ghost #onslaught #blast off #greenlight #lancer #jumpstream #dust-up #starscream #bumblebee #anode #lug #knock out #breakdown

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inazumaneko · 4 months

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If these two were allowed near eachother we’d be doomed

((Thanks @kabukiaku for the inspo! I saw her Derrick J. Wyatt art of terzo and copia and had ideasss 👀)

#transformers #maccadam #tfa bumblebee #TFA #transformers animated #terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #the band ghost #ghost fanart #my art

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anastoundingmango · 11 months

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google search ‘what does it mean if my stress-induced hallucination can give me accurate information on events i was never at’ followed by google search ‘types of prophetic visions’

#starscream #bumblebee #transformers idw #starbee. Just a lil bit #art stuffs #fanart #Maccadam #looobe drawing ghost bee with his death wound. what can i say #this is kinda just a quickly done sketch/color but me likes!#Constantly changing how i draw them LMAO. Also still cannot draw backgrounds. Alas.#Bee is both the devil and the angel on starscreams shoulder. Like sure hes going to be a life coach but hes gonna be a little shit about it

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smokescreenimusprime · 6 months

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For ghost of darkmount :0

Do any of the other autobots ever get to see Smokescreen as he is, in his injured "ghostly" form??? Even if it's just glimpses in the corners of their eyes or a lingering shadow in the halls of darkmount??

I just think it would be cool for Smokescreen to physically haunt the con, but unintentionally also haunt the bots too

(definitely will not be used in the process of writing the fic.. or will it)

I'm so very glad you asked :)))))

Wheeljack is naturally the first one, since Smokescreen ends up helping break him out. It was his first time actually showing himself to anybody, so he ended up leaning REALLY hard into the persona he'd been crafting. Before that it was mostly stealing things, messing with lights, leaving torn up bloody Vehicon parts in places, etc etc (with the vehicon parts thing, he never actually killed anyone. He found a couple rooms full of spare parts, brutalized them a bit, dipped them in energon, then started leaving them in places he knew they would be found)

as such........ he accidentally leans into it a bit too hard and manages to convince Wheeljack about the whole thing. Now, Jackie is far from supersticious, but...... well, he's not an idiot either and it's very obvious that SOMETHING is going on here and it really, really hates the Cons but for some reason is willing to help him get out

and when he learns about Team Prime's dead rookie...... well, it isn't that much of a stretch. Not compared to what he saw, not compared to how terrified the Cons were

Bumblebee and Arcee are the ones who "meet" him next during the attack on Darkmount. Smokescreen was of course alerted to the attack, and at first he was even going to reveal himself. After all, the Autobots are here, they're okay, I can go home-

he helps them from the shadows of course. He rationalizes it to himself that keeping secret will be more useful, that this way the Cons won't know what hit them........ but the battle is still hard. They almost lose. Hell, they would've lost were it not for Smokescreen overloading some of the important systems

and that's when he realizes...... he's helpful here. In this one battle undercover, he's made more a difference than he ever did before. He was useful, and he wasn't making anyone annoyed or losing relics by getting blindside or putting the humans in danger

Just for a little longer, he promises himself as he sneaks onto the Nemsis. Just until we win

Bumblebee and Arcee of course weren't oblivious to his help. They noticed the way the doors didn't seem to have any locks or how some of their enemies would fall for no reason or how some would let out fearful cries of "THE GHOST!" "IT'S HERE!"

they can't help but think back to what Wheeljack told them, if only for a second

(and if the two of them whispered a thank you and an I'm sorry to the air, well that's nobody's business but their own)

Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus end up encountering the ghost for the third time, however it's very brief. It's right after the pair had "killed" the remaining Predacons (ofc being unaware of the fact that they'd all been moved) and were fighting Predaking. Luckily the fight is much less dangerous than the first time and UM doesn't lose his hand, but Predaking still has to act like he's vengefully angry

however, this time to give the pair a chance to escape, they end up having Smokescreem "distract" Predaking, aka he appears and disappears around the cave and "baits" him away so the other two can escape

then the fourth time. The fourth and final time.

Ratchet when he gets captured.

Now, Smokescreen wrecks absolute HAVOC on the Decepticons because....... well, he thinks they're dead. He thinks that Megatron bombed the base and killed everyone and Ratchet's the only one left

the result? His destructive tendencies skyrocket. He's actively setting fires and explosions, scaring everyone he can, destroying equipment, dragging people into walls, anything he can

and of course, Ratchet is completely spared from this chaos...... but oddly enough so is all the cybermatter experiments. Smokescreen isn't stupid after all, and if the Decepticons could manage to crack the formula? That would quite literally save the planet

of course, he's not planning on letting them go through with it, he's actively sabatoging the Omega Lock construction every way he can. But Ratchet, Shockwave and Knockout are all excluded from the chaos

when Megatron gives Ratchet to Predaking is when things begin to shift

see, Predaking and Smokescreen haven't been sitting on their asses waiting for the Autobots to eventually win, especially not after the Decepticons tried to kill the Predacons. They've been planning

and now that the formula's been finished? They have everything they want from the Decepticons and are ready to burn this place to the ground

and well....... if they're planning to do that, there's no real reason to stay hidden, is there?

and Ratchet.......... well, he was expecting several things when he landed at the feet of the predacon

Rage. Pain. Grief. Maybe even his own death

his dead teammate stepping out from the shadows and expressing that he and the Predacon Who's Apparently On Their Side have a plan?

nowhere on that list

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ghost-spark-odyssey · 1 year

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Some of my favorite G1 screencaps part 2/???

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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Ghostly Boredom

Optimus gave himself to the well, restoring life to Cybertron and ending his life in the living realm. He expected to join the Allspark or perhaps go to the realm of the Primes. He did not expect to find himself standing beside the well mere moments after it was restored to functionality... as a ghost.

He quickly found he couldn't interact with the living realm in any real capacity. He could walk straight through surfaces if he wanted and hover in the air if he didn't feel like walking. When he was feeling particularly emotional he could even gain just enough influence to cause the air around him to become warmer marginally. But beyond that he had no influence. This caused him a great deal of distress at first, especially as he watched his team mourn for him and could do nothing to comfort them. For weeks all he did was try and desperately attempt to communicate with them and wipe away their tears as they wept for his passing and all the others who had fallen. It tore him to pieces to be unable to so much as whisper to them or even allow them to feel his presence.

With time and after years of not being able to interact with others, his carefully cultivated composure fell away without anyone to keep up appearances for. More than once he screamed into the void, desperate to be heard, to be felt, to be seen. He raged, he raved, and slowly but surely his Primely persona slipped away back into his base nature, that of the archivist Orion Pax. As the years passed and his team moved on, Optimus's whirl of emotional outrage calmed. He grew to accept his circumstances and seeing as there was nothing he could do to aid his team or the newsparks that came from the well, he sat back and observed.

In the end he watched his team, his family, slowly move on all while he cheered for them.

He stood by Ratchet watching on as his friend first fell deep into depression and then gradually regained a sense of purpose, assisting in the rebuilding of Cybertron. He smiled widely as Arcee and Smokescreen worked together to re-establish the elite guard, healing from their respective traumas together. He practically glowed with pride as Bumblebee came into his own and joined the ranks of the law enforcers. He observed Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack endeavor to use their skills to repair their shattered world with no small amount of joy. And when he was sure of their circumstances, he even followed Knockout as an unseen spectator as the medic struggled to fit into the new society rising up around him.

Optimus came to find that he preferred following Knockout more so than his team simply because it hurt too much to be around them for long. He couldn't bear to stand idly by and be unable to speak with his closest loved ones. Such instances of him staying with them for too long led him to grow depressed. As such he enjoyed Knockout's company even if the former Decepticon didn't know he was there. The medic made humorous remarks even when alone and tended to always act in such a way that the part of Optimus that was Orion found it to be entertaining. He took to making snarky remarks, a habit he picked up from hanging around Knockout too much, to keep himself entertained as pain, rage, and worry faded into boredom.

He found himself taking to floating around Knockout as the medic went about his day and talked to himself all about the daily gossip. This woke the archivist in Optimus and soon enough he too was always eager for the details of the happenings in social circles he didn't know or care for.

Knockout: Primus! Trailbreaker did not!

Optimus: *floating nearby trying to read over Knockout's shoulder* What did he do this time? He better not have fallen of a bridge agian trying to perform some stupid stunt.

Knockout: I can't believe he fell of a bridge for the fifth time this month trying to do a flip in alt-mode!

Optimus: *very much invested* He did NOT! Did he tear a transformation seam like last time too?

Knockout: He even tore a transformation seam! If I were his medic I would destroy his finish!

Optimus: He absolutely deserves it. Now don't leave me hanging. Did Brainstorm also blow up his lab again or not?

Optimus developed a relationship of sorts with Knockout, albeit one only known to him. He would spent a majority of his time tailing the medic just to have something to do. And when not doing that he would follow one of his team and make commentary on whatever it was they were doing.

This continued for several more years as he grew more and more bored. Any elegance he had developed as Prime was pushed aside in favor of mocking and criticizing everyone just to stay sane. However as his team continued to move on, Knockout steadily grew more on Optimus, and Cybertron continued to build up around him, the Prime found himself alienated even more so than he already was. He hated watching his home be restored and be unable to interact with anything. And while he tried to eliminate the feeling by mapping out the rebuilt cities and wandering the restored archives to read over some archivist's shoulder, he grew tired of that too after a time. And so to clear his helm a bit, he went in search of Megatron.

A perk of being a ghost was that he didn't need to hunt mecha down through the usual means. He merely needed to reach out for them mentally and he would find himself before them. So this is exactly what he did, soon finding himself on a desolate rock where Megatron sat glaring off into the distance.

Optimus: So this is what you have been doing for nearly two decades? Rather pathetic. Not at all like the revolutionary and warlord I knew.

Megatron: *whipping around* What the ever loving FRAG!??!?

Optimus: ... well, scrap

The Prime came to discover that Megatron of all mecha could see him. And as if a switch had been flipped, Optimus made it his life mission to be as irritating as possible until Megatron got up off his aft to do something about his previous poor life decisions. There was only one mech that he knew that could see him and Optimus had no intention of wasting that.

Megatron: Will you shut up!? You weren't nearly this irritating before or after becoming Prime!

Optimus: *bellowing cotton eye joe on loop* WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, WHERE DID YOU GO! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM COTTON EYE JOE!

Megtron: For Primus's sake, shove it or i'll-

Optimus: Do what? Kill me? Too late for that I am afraid. Now are you going to get up off your aft to go fix things or what?

Megatron: ...

Optimus: *getting ready to sing the song that never ends*

Megatron: FRAGGING FINE!

His mission of being the biggest pain possible to force his nemesis to go redeem himself complete, Optimus followed Megatron to Cybertron just to ensure he actually went about making a change. Then once Megatron reassured everyone that 'no, I don't intend to kill you all', the former warlord got to work with restoration, even taking up a place in the archives to give the Decepticon side of the war to the new archivists working there.

Pleased, Optimus decided to go to earth for some fresh scenery... only to find the fragging fallen looming there. And so panicked beyond belief he hurried back to Cybertron and exerted every ounce of willpower he had to call upon the only other mecha with a bond to him strong enough to possibly allow them to see him. He went to his sparkling.

Using the memorial pool he directed Bee to earth as best as he was able and then watched on with increasing exasperation as his charge somehow managed to frag up a simple task so royally Optimus almost considered just going to get Megatron. He watched on as Bumblebee managed to get himself, his partner, and a random troublemaker stuck on earth. Then he watched as Bee picked up more companions, including an actual dinobot, a flier, a samurai, and his minicons. And then he got second hand embarrassment every other minute as he was forced to watch Bee struggle to figure out a leadership style. More than once he wished he didn't phase through things just so he could bang his helm on the wall.

However if nothing else he gained great amusement from watching Bee's companions do ridiculous scrap. Optimus came to enjoy mocking Sideswipe more than any of the others, constantly making remarks on his bad form and offering up sarcastic and deadpan advice even though he couldn't be heard. He also found it hilarious to confuse the minicons as they were a suspicious duo who tried and failed to convince Bee's team that they were being haunted. For the pure chaos of it, Optimus exerted his influence around the minicons whenever he was able, even managing to make ominous whispers and throw a rock once. He found it hilarious to watch the minicons feverishly try to prove that he was there, especially when they got Fixit involved.

Optimus also developed a habit of commenting on everything and anything Bee did, throwing out his critiques and groaning in mixed embarrassment and irritation as he watched Bee fumble around with leadership. He also regularly took to floating above the scrapyard to look down upon Bee and his team, usually wishing for a cube of energon to sip from as he watched them with a fond irritation. But by far Optimus's favorite thing to do was follow around the human boy that Bee's team resided alongside. The boy hardly read his books, but when he did Optimus was always there to read over his shoulder anxiously.

Optimus: *leaning over Russell* Fascinating. I didn't know your ancestors created glue in such a manner.

Russell: Ugh, this is so boring.

Optimus: Wait don't stop! Keep reading child!

Russell: This is stupid, I'll read it later.

Optimus: NO, Child please! Finish the chapter at least! I need to know what happens next!

Russell: *closes the book with a snap* Forget this!

Optimus: *angry screeching* ITS BeEN ThReE mOnTHS!! JUST FINISH THE BOOK!

Optimus spent all his time hanging around hoping that Bee and his team would be able to face the threat that was on its way. He most certainly did not expect to be pulled into the realm of the Primes and tossed into an actual frame again empowered by his newly returned Matrix and the sparks of his fellow Primes.

He did not adjust well to suddenly being able to interact with the world again.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #optimus prime #ghost optimus prime #team prime #bumblebee #optimus is bored beyond belief #poor guy just wants stuff to do #I've had this sitting in my drafts for months #now here it is #I think I will need to make a part two to write about all he hjinks I have in mind

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peznutbutter · 1 year

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ILLEGAL!!!

#Tfe #transformers earthspark #earthspark bumblebee #earthspark #Breakbee #earthspark breakdown #earthspark ghost

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cartoonbabbles · 1 year

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A quick analysis of the Breakdown/Bumblebee escape sequence from Earthspark

Quick context: the way I read them is more of the “we’re calling them brothers like how spop had to call catradora sisters to explain the levels of affection they have for each other and to throw off the scent of the homophobes so therefore they are gay” way. That being said.

1) Breakdown could have put his hand anywhere. ANYWHERE on Bee to push him out of the way. Instead, he puts his hand in the softest way possible on Bee’s chest - where his insignia is - where the symbol that drove them apart is stamped in a red that sets itself apart from the yellow and black of Bee’s paint job. People literally talked about this, had conversations, and approved the boards and final animations. He could have shoved him at the shoulder, or anywhere else but no. They chose his chest for a REASON.

2) The diversion scene - Breakdown is not only taking all of those stupid laser blasts, including Croft’s supercharged blasts - while being faster than Bumblebee. And we see Bee accelerating as Breakdown pulls further and further ahead. This tells me two things. One. Bee knew he would lose, but agreed to the bet with Breakdown in the trailer anyways because he would rather see him safe since he doesn’t have the same support system Bee has, and two, Bee’s entire goal of finding and racing Breakdown was to make sure he was safe and he was willing to give up ever seeing him again if it meant he would be able to evade GHOST.

3) The way Breakdown sounded when he first revealed himself, as mentioned by another post on here, was that he sounded afraid. Breakdown was terrified of being taken in, but didn’t want that to happen to Bee because he knew what GHOST had in store was both inhumane and awful. So he took the fall and dove straight into the line of fire. And you can hear the desperation in his voice as he reaches out because he knows it’s a last-ditch effort for one of them to escape to safety.

4) Bee’s look of shock and terror as Breakdown disappears under the bridge, injured, unable to transform, and surrounded by agents is heartbreaking. He just lost one of the parts of home closest to him - a friend from BEFORE the war. Remember, this isn’t someone he befriended during the war, they were torn apart by it. And they were able to keep up their little game of drag racing together until now, when the war took them apart again - potentially forever.

Also i just want to add yes I am subscribed to the headcanon that knockout is still here and that yes all three of them have two hands. Bee can have some boyfriends. As a treat. He’s been through a lot and needs love.

#tfe spoilers #earthspark #tfe #transformers earthspark #transformers #tf earthspark #earthspark spoilers #tfe bumblebee #tfe breakdown #bumbledown #break bee #tfe knockout #ghost #executive agent Croft

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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Earthspark Bumblebee x Medic!Reader

It's time for more soft Bumblebee x Reader content because the world always needs more. This one has Medic!Reader patching Bee up after the events of episode 18, so if you haven't seen that far ahead then spoilers!!

You'd never seen him remain in power down for so long, but considering the shape Bumblebee had been in when you first saw him, you didn't begrudge the Scout a well deserved rest. Even if it had come at the expense of your own…

Unable to sleep for many reasons, you checked your phone for the time, and couldn't stop your tired eyes from widening as you saw it was already close to five in the evening. Considering the Maltos had called you around six or so in the morning, that meant you'd been in the Dugout for over ten hours. It was impossible to believe so much had happened since that first slightly panicky call from Dot; just her synopsis of the series of events that had led to an unconscious, injured Bumblebee in the Dugout had taken the entirety of the half hour drive from your home to theirs. You'd pushed the terrifying details of underground bot fights to the side in favor of focusing on your patient, who only had you until Ratchet could return from his current mission across the globe and find a way to meet him somewhere clandestine for more secret repairs.

Though you were far from confident working on your own, you'd patched up the worst of the Scout's injuries to the very best of your abilities, and were at least certain it would cause him no further pain. Unfortunately you didn't have the tools to repair his armor completely, and GHOST would have had questions if you dropped by on your day off to grab the necessary supplies. Technically that meant you'd done everything you could for Bumblebee at the moment, but you still couldn't bring yourself to leave. A subtle twitch along his frame from what you assumed was a dream made you smile, affection and protective instinct rising up inside you.

In your defense, you hadn't seen Bee much since the events at the Racetrack. Between your job patching up the bots and the need to keep GHOST in the dark, you'd had little time to speak over covert channels and none to arrange a meeting of any kind. All you'd really been able to confirm was that he was alive, and that Optimus had a distant optic on him. This chance to sit with him on his berth and ensure he got the care he required was something you needed more than you cared to admit.

Not especially concerned about your own sleepiness, you pushed down a yawn and walked to the head of the berth where the Malto kids had lovingly piled a mountain of pillows beneath their beloved teacher's helm. You couldn't help but smile again at the utterly adorable sight and everything that had led up to it. Goodness, the kids had been so worried for his sake, asking repeatedly if there was anything they could do to help. It had taken a solid five minutes of assurances before they'd finally left you to your work, and that was only after you'd allowed them to ensure he was tucked in and comfortable. Looking over the mass mosaic of human sized blankets they'd stacked over the scout warmed your heart.

A soft murmur in his sleep and a resulting twitch of his arm prompted you to check your work for the umpteenth time, lest Bumblebee wake to any pain or discomfort that you might have missed previously, and you kneeled by his side without a word for a better look. Using as little pressure as possible, you brushed your fingertips over the warped metal with a small cringe of sympathy as you traced the outline left by the massive tooth that had cracked right through his armor. It wasn't the only ugly injury he'd endured since your last meeting. You had noticed countless others at various stages of healing, telling you the Scout had been living a rough life since his recent fateful encounter with GHOST. The sympathy you felt was matched only by boundless hatred for your backwards employer.

Hearing a small hitch in his peaceful snores, you withdrew your hands in fear you'd caused unwanted pain, but a shift of his helm and a twitch of his doorwings signaled the mech was waking up regardless. Before you could move back to a more respectable distance, Bumblebee opened his optics with a bit of a start.

"Who's there?" he slurred in a rush, accustomed to waking up on alert but still far too bleary to be intimidating. You merely waved and remained where you were, giving his optics a moment to adjust to the dim lighting before they settled on you and lit up in recognition.

"Hey, sleepyhead." you greeted gently, trying so hard to keep the overwhelming emotions out of your voice. As happy as you'd been to see him at all, being in his presence again for the first time in weeks had your heart absolutely aching. Goodness, it was impossible to put into words just how deeply you'd missed him.

"Y/N?" he said with more clarity, the shock of seeing you bringing more of his processor online. Catching himself, he cleared his vents and backtracked into the far more formal register you two used when others might overhear, rolling onto his side and lifting his upper body to face you at a more respectable distance. "Sorry, I mean, uh, Doctor Y/N."

You held up your hands to encourage him to relax, chuckling softly at the little song and dance the two of you maintained to keep your relationship secret. "You can drop that, it's just us."

Bumblebee sighed in a small measure of relief, doorwings relaxing on his back as he looked past you to the dim room beyond. "Where-?" he cut off as soon as his sharp optics traced the details of his private room, which had been left untouched after his sudden departure. A flurry of emotions passed over his face, confusion chief among them, and he furrowed his brows in concentration as he searched his still halfway offline processor for answers. Questions started spilling forth when he turned back to you. "How did I get back to the Dugout? Isn't GHOST keeping this place under wraps? What about the-?"

Talking through his thoughts allowed enough memories to resurface for Bee to connect the pieces, and before you could offer any kind of explanation or assurance his face lit up with alarm and he sat upright with enough force to send multiple blankets and pillows flying across the room.

"The kids!" he cried out in a near panic, looking ready to throw himself off the berth and charge out to face any potential threat to his family. "Are they okay? The last thing I remember is Mandroid-"

Medical training to keep a patient calm kicked into gear. You stood upright and held up your hands to get his attention as quickly as you could, trying not to slip on the tangled nest of blankets in your hurry.

"They're all grounded, but they're fine!" you explained as soon as his optics were on you, quieting your voice when the news allowed him to sigh and sit back in open relief. Considering how his night had gone, you didn't blame him for the panic. Between his injuries, Mandroid returning, the danger to the kids… It seemed best to give him a very simplified summary of what had happened after he'd passed out.

"They had to tell Dot and Alex about you so they could call me, but you only needed a patch job and a few infusions." you explained, leaving out the whirlwind of emotions you'd pushed through while providing his care. Seeing the bot you adored after weeks apart, only to have him presented unconscious and dangerously low on energon with fresh injuries to boot, had been a little much for your exhausted brain to endure at the crack of dawn. It hadn't helped that you'd been unable to get any sleep since thanks to your nagging concern, and you had to smother a yawn just to finish talking. "Thankfully I'm off duty for today, so I've been able to keep an eye on you."

Bumblebee went quiet for a moment to process, optics averting in thought before the information settled and he shook his helm with a somewhat heavy sigh. Returning his gaze to you, he replaced his thoughtful frown with a soft and somewhat bashful smile, emotions reserved as always.

"Sorry about your day off." he said quietly, somehow conveying his boundless gratitude for all you'd done in the form of a humble apology.

You chuckled, but the words broke a dam within you, cracking right through your efforts to stay strong and allowing a flood of emotions to wash over your heart. The two of you had been close for a while, had been more than friends longer than anyone knew, but these past few weeks and especially the previous twelve hours had made it abundantly clear just how deeply you cared for this mech. Though you weren't quite ready for the "L" word yet, you weren't sure how you'd ever handle losing him, and even this brief scare had made it abundantly apparent the very idea terrified you. It was far too much to process on so little sleep.

Thankful for the dim lighting, you bit down on a quivering lip for as long as you could before the ache became too much to bear. Abandoning a playful quip in reply, you threw your arms about his neck for a hug, something you'd never before been brave enough to do. Bumblebee startled and made what sounded like a gasp of surprise, but made no effort to move away. The hum of his spark was tangible against your skin, and you welcomed it with a sound of pained relief. You allowed your voice to crack as you drank in every little bit of his presence. "I'm just glad you're okay."

Before embarrassment could make you doubt the gesture of affection, a sizable arm tenderly wrapped about your tiny form, his warm armor all but enshrouding you as he pulled you close. You allowed a few tears to splash against his yellow paint, sighing as the world finally seemed to make sense for the first time in weeks. It wasn't clear how long the two of you stayed like that before you rediscovered your voice. "It's really good to see you again, Bee. I missed you."

"I missed you too." he replied softly, thumb stroking comfortingly up and down your back as he took his time letting you go. When he finally did so it was only partly, his grip loosening but his hand staying on your back as he leaned away to look at you while he spoke. Regret was heavy in every syllable. "I would have tried to send more messages, or visit, but-"

"I know, Optimus has kept me in the loop." you said, interrupting only to prevent him from blaming himself further. You allowed your hands to linger on his shoulders, the divot of a somewhat fresh scar bumping against your fingers as you did so, bringing back a host of worries that had followed you for weeks. "I've been so worried they'd hurt you, or catch you, or-"

It was his turn to interrupt out of concern. "Hey, I'm fine now, right?" he said playfully, slipping a hand beneath your chin. The touch warmed your heart, especially as he guided you to look up at him with the gentlest lift of his digits. His face softened in the way it often did when he opened up, optics brightening and flicking away as the faintest hint of a pink flush bloomed across his cheeks. "Thanks to you, anyway."

The praise hit its mark, and you dropped your gaze to hide a reciprocal blush, unsure how the two of you had gotten so soft for one another. Perhaps the absence had made all your tiptoeing around seem foolish now that the stakes were clarified. If the two of you could lose each other any day, what good did it do to hide and delay?

In addition to melting your heart, his words pinged a medical protocol in the back of your mind, and your concern couldn't help but gently steer the conversation to his care. A careful hand on his guided the attention there first. "You'll still need some reconstruction, I'm not big or strong enough to handle that without my tools." you explained, being a bit more openly tender than usual as you traced your fingers over the welds you'd applied to clean up the mangled armor and mesh. Bumblebee looked ready to reply with a compliment to counteract your matter of fact assessment, but you cut him off, the strain of so much emotional turmoil on just a few hours of sleep making you quite weary. It took everything not to yawn as you spoke. "You should also keep resting up, I can tell you've been pushing it lately."

Bumblebee didn't argue, but you knew from experience he would catch that you were tired, and as soon as he opened his mouth you were proven correct. "Maybe, but I bet you could use some sleep too."

"I'm fine. I'll sleep later." you assured with a wave of your hand, hoping to get him back in power down before it became too difficult to hide the full extent of your exhaustion. You knew it was futile now that Bee had figured you out, but you still had to try. It was simply impossible for you to just admit you had needs without being pushed.

"If I need rest, so do you." Bumblebee countered as expected, and for once his gentle concern cut right through your walls. Before you could nod and suggest grabbing some of the many pillows and blankets to construct yourself a makeshift bed in the corner, the Scout cleared his vents and made a small space beside himself, one perfectly sized for you. His voice faltered through an adorable attempt to sound smooth. "There's… plenty of room on this berth."

It was impossible to deny how perfectly you'd fit in the space between his arm and his chest, or how warm and safe you'd feel getting some much needed sleep beside his spark, but before you could reply Bumblebee finally noticed the ridiculous abundance of blankets and pillows that had been layered around him. "There's also plenty of… pillows and blankets too… why… why are there so many-?"

You laughed before you could stop yourself, a bit too loopy from a lack of sleep to explain how his students had gone to great efforts to ensure he was comfortable. "Very long story."

"Sounds like something for after we wake up." he said with a soft chuckle, able to hazard a guess as to how he'd ended up cocooned. Nodding in agreement, you allowed yourself to yawn and give your eyes a sleepy rub, suddenly unable to resist curling up and letting your body get the rest it needed. It hardly mattered that your sleep schedule would be a mess when this was done.

Bumblebee shifted backwards to make more room, awkwardness returning as he tried to ensure you had a comfortable spot with plenty of space. "Here, let me uh… oh!"

Too tired to feel any kind of embarrassment, you plopped down just beside his chassis, facing his front and resting your head on his shoulder. It was perhaps the closest the two of you had ever been, and nothing had ever felt more right. The hum of his spark quickened from the contact, but from the way he curled protectively around your smaller form you knew it was far from unwelcome. Still, you looked up to him for explicit confirmation before getting settled. "This okay?"

"Yeah, definitely." he replied easily, helpfully offering all the blankets and pillows you needed before getting comfortable at your side. You didn't fail to notice how he adjusted your bedding after you'd settled into the crook of his arm, his digits lingering for the shortest fraction of a second on your arms before he laid his helm back down with a whisper. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Bee." you replied just before sleep claimed you, your last sensation the warmth of his frame curled lovingly around your own.

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