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qxurugosk · 19 days

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The Gala: Chapter 1

Emergency!

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Thud, thud, thud. Bolting through the halls, eight creatures dash towards the hallways with loud clanks of their pads treading on the platinum surface that served as their floors, stretched towards several rooms and pathways that resembled a complicated twist and turn of rooms. All of them had one goal in mind; to get to Poppy as soon as they possibly could. The sudden signal that they received was left without warning and quickly raised alarm and suspicious amidst the group. Surely— something must be wrong.. right?

Dogday was in the front, followed by the rest of his team in a V-shaped formation, running through the halls in a haste! Trying their best not to hit other Space Riders that were unfortunate enough to be wandering the hallways at such a time of emergency. What was happening? Why now? What does Poppy need from us? Did one of the Space Riders get into an accident with The Prototype Cult? All he could think of were the many, MANY possibilities on why Poppy would summon them without any warning or information, what they received was just a simple 'Get over here' message from the android mech. Sweat dripped from his forehead, the tension was high. Whatever it was, they need to take care of it, STAT.

As they neared the room, the purple feline slid forward, past his canine companion in a rush, leading ahead of the group and stretched his paw forward, aiming towards the hand panel. Pssssh... The mechanism whirred, a sound of a friendly beep and green glow surrounding the pad of the hand granted them access to enter the room.

“ACCESS GRANTED.” The doors opened at a moderate pace, the sound of a metal click audible just as it reached the top of the plating.

Go, go, go! Catnap signed shakily— panting lightly in quick breaths while watching the rest of the team enter the room shortly.. and so did he, lashing his tail as the doors automatically closed behind him upon entering.

Dogday bolts forward, skidding into a halt shortly after taking lengths to where Poppy was located, at the center. “Poppy!” He spat, panting heavily. His posture was defensive, tense even, like an enemy could strike at any moment inside here. Wiping off the sweat on his forehead with the back of his clenched fist, he sharply exhales, focusing his ebony optics at the alabaster android resembling porcelain. “What is.. it?! Why.. did you call us?! Is— is- Is something wrong?!” The sunny canine took pauses between his lines, continuing to pant— he needed to catch his breath. “Did.. did anything happen?! What is it this time?!” There were.. a lot of red flags being displayed here to be frank, Dogday only grew more tense by the second. His heart pounded, not just from how tired he was, but also from internal panic that was stored deep inside his chest. Surely there was a way they can—

Poppy blinks, “Hm?” quirking a brow upwards. Puzzled, she scans the room's ambience, sensing the troubled nerves of each member of the Crew with their brows knitted, exchanging glances at one another and then locking back at the android. Then, it clicked. Poppy perks almost cartoonishly, blinking twice. “Oh! There's nothing wrong!” Her eyes happily closed, gracing a cheery smile on her facial plating, bringing confusion among the group in front of her who's faces were bewildered and dumbfounded.

Dogday blinks. And blinks again. An awkward moment of silence reigned temporarily within the room, spiralling everyone with questions more than answers, and so did the confusion grow onwards. Hoppy lunges forwards, placing her hand on Dogday— the canine flinches suddenly. “Hold on!—” Her face scrunches up; a twist of a puzzled look and annoyance. “You're telling us that we came.. AAALL the way here, just for you to say that NOTHING'S WRONG?!” She pushes herself forward, now at the front of the group. Her ears pin down backwards, fur bristling slightly out of irritation. The rabbit points a finger digit at the android. “Hey! Maybe you should experience what it's like finishing a mission and immediately being drafted here to—”

An eyeroll, “Alright, alright, I'm sure Poppy can explain this to us.” Dogday grabs her by the arm and pulls her back behind him, much to the annoyance of Hoppy glaring at him then back at Poppy. “Why did you call us here then?” As the sunny canine raises a brow, his arms crossed in front of him, straightening his posture more formally to best suit the atmosphere.. and for a more 'professional approach'.

The glowing, brilliant blue pad that Poppy stationed herself on pulsed ever so slightly with a luminous light just as she hovers forward, excusing herself from the holographic panels that were occupying her. “I have good news AND bad news,” Her servos clicked, shifting a fixated gaze on the canine. “Which one do you wanna hear first?” Tilting her head, her arms locked behind her back, lenses shifting. Dogday blinks, glancing towards the others.. deciding through their expressions. Once confused, now thinking of an answer. A light exhale escapes Bobby, raising her hand and walking forward next to the purple feline and tangerine canine. “How about we hear the good news first? To lighten up the mood?” Looking around the group, it seemed like a mutual agreement; motioning a nod with their heads, glancing right back up at the alabaster android.

“Alright then!” Poppy snapped her fingers and lifted her hand up, summoning a holographic panel into view. “The good news is..” She gently pushed the panel towards the Crew, levitating over to Dogday until it automatically stopped right in front of him. The image it contained featured what one could assume was a letter, fashioned with lace patterns as borders with bouquets of flowers donned at the bottom of the interior of its box-shaped framing; seemed akin to an envelope of sorts.. though he wasn't able to make up any words of the content at the center— too foreign perhaps? He glanced back at Poppy with a raised brow, and much to his surprise, the android exploded in a bundle of joy; raising her arms in the air. “Surprise! You and your Crew— and a few others were invited to participate at the Gala that'll be hosted at the Syvaan Empire!” Squealing in happiness, her arms lowered slightly; around the height of her shoulders to motion her jazz hands! “Isn't that so exciting?”

Dogday's jaw DROPPED. Catnap and Bubba's eyes shot OPEN. Bobby LOUDLY gasped. Kickin, Picky, Hoppy, and Crafty grinned WIDELY.

The rest of the group began murmuring to themselves, exchanging glances and commenting about the wild turn of events! Seems like things won't go so bad afterall!

However, Dogday was still.. visibly shocked, barely responsive and frozen; processing the information slowly. Shaking his head, he snaps back to reality. The canine walks forward, approaching Poppy's glow pad in just a few steps. “I'm— I'm sorry,” A hand raises, the palm facing at the android. “Did you just say we got INVITED to a GALA?!” He sharply inclines his hand downwards, and.. let his jaw drop to the floor. Again. Words could not describe how absolutely bewildered he was, unsure how to take the news.. but it did sound like a fun idea the more it was ingrained into his brain. He grabbed his maw and closed it shut, “I mean..” chuckling awkwardly, he scratches the back of his head. Small, rusty colored tufts ruffling where he scratched. “It's an honor really! I wasn't expecting this, truth be told.” He exhales.. what a relief.

“Yep! Exciting, isn't it?” Poppy giggled, swirling around in her spot, followed by a blue trail of the loops below her feet. “Just think about it! You and the rest, wearing fancy outfits! Chatting, dancing, and doing all sorts of stuff with other guests!” She gestures her left arm upwards in a happy cheer, closing her eyes in delight. Looks like even Poppy was pretty hyped up about it too, seemed obvious enough from a different standpoint. “But.” Her eyes opened afterwards, raising a finger. “Here's where we get to the 'bad news.' unfortunately.” The android's brows began to furrow slightly, looking somewhat uneasy, now laced in a more serious tone than what was previously seen just a few moments ago.

The chattering among the team paused, ears were perked in alarm at the sudden shift in tone. In a synchronized manner, everyone turned to face Poppy in a focus.

Dogday's eyes would narrow, his gaze locked. “..Okay.” Now placing his hands on his hips. “Go on..”

The android hovered back down, though did not connect with the floor's surface of her glow pad. “There's a.. few things that might go wrong at the Gala.” She placed her hands in front of her, the other layered over the other servo, tapping the back of the porcelain-white plating. “Just a few hours ago, after I received the invitation, the messenger who sent it to me warned me about signals of activity coming from The Prototype Cult.” Poppy began, witnessing the cheerful and excited faces of the Crew suddenly transition into a stern and attentive shift. Cultists.. they were on the rise again. “That's what they need some of us for, to scan for any signs of danger that the Cultists might be plotting against us during the time of the Gala.”

Dogday grumbled.. his eyes looking down at the floor beneath him. Disappointed and lingering with slight frustration. “Of course..” Looks like they have another thing to do while out there.

“There's a chance they might be planning to surround the location where the Gala's hosted, or worse— infiltrate certain parts of the Empire.” The android raised her hand up, opening up multiple panels, featuring several images about the Planet where the Empire was located; Planet Jhyra - AB6H. Zooming into the map, she was able to pinpoint the location of the Empire and a few key points of areas that would be best to keep track of during their stay. Her gaze lands back on Dogday and the rest of the group, letting out a sigh of worry. “With the high activity surrounding the Planet, they've suspected more groups of them than usual, and it could be a rally.” She slides her finger against the screen, switching through images and notes that were displayed. “Having you and the others around can help ensure the safety of the Guests, inside or out of the venue. I just hope they won't plan anything rash this time around.” She ends her statement with a sigh, looking back at the rest.

Footsteps tread forward, tail tip twitching slightly. The purple feline pauses, standing side by side with his friend. I'm guessing we'll be extra security in the Gala? His hands motioned as a brow of his raises, to which Poppy replied with another sigh and a nod. “Seems like it.” Oh dear.

Catnap and Dogday exchange glances, the two nodding in sync as they face the android back. Dogday opens his mouth, “Well, if it's to stop The Prototype's cause of corruption.. then I guess we'll do anything to stop it!” A determined look on the sunny canine's face appeared; brimming with energy and confidence, greatly contrasting his reaction earlier. “And hey, even if we might be busy there, I bet the Gala's still going to be a blast, eh?” He glances at the feline and nudges him gently with an elbow, to which Catnap responded with a weak nudge of his own, rolling his eyes playfully. He turns around to face his crew, holding up a thumbs up in the air, to which the rest of them complied with a cheer! They'll ensure the safety of everyone!

Poppy froze slightly.. but warmly smiles right after. “Hehe— how motivating!” She clapped her hands. “Still, please be careful. We still don't know what threats they'll have this time— especially if the Guests aren't aware of the situation at hand.”

“Don't worry Poppy, we'll make sure everything goes smoothly the entire event, we promise.” The canine gave a toothy smile towards the android.

Relieved, Poppy nodded in response. “I guess you're all free to leave. Thank you!” Both the feline and canine nodded back and turned, walking back to the others. “Hey! Wait up!” Hum, hum, hum! The android waved a goodbye to the rest of the crew, watching Dogday and Catnap catch up and tag along.

“Oooh! D'ya think I can wear something awesome at the Gala?”

“How about a ball gown!?”

“Too much, probably too much.”

“Guuuys! Does that mean I have to wear a.. suit?”

“Haha! I'm gonna look SOOO awesome in mine! Just you wait!”

“Oh! Measurement! We need measurements!”

The chattering soon faded away as they exited the room, ready for preparations.

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(Chapter 1 complete! No artwork yet, I'm saving them for the actual Gala! Just thought I'd give a quick preview of what's there to come in the story! I look forward to posting more of the chapters as we progress into the main event of the story.)

The Space Riders Au belongs to @onyxonline

#space riders au #gala episode #poppy playtime #the smiling critters #chapter 1 #no artwork yet

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in1-nutshell · 20 days

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Hello! Another of TFA Request

(Fem or GN ) Bot Buddy as Wasp's twin sibling who takes his place

Wasp And his twin are similar to each other, having the same paintjob, body-type, alt mode and others. But also differebt yet they're very close twins

You can tell who is who by watching how they act, Wasp is pompous while Buddy is quiet and known for being mute around everyone who isn't Wasp.

Buddy has an opposite personality, like being quiet and good-hearted. She known for being mute (which's not true and only Wasp knows about it). They sometimes good at mimicking Wasp, his voice and attitude.

(You can also put small romance with Bumblebee or Bulkhead, or other bot/con)

(you can also change this if you like) When they're at the boot camp, and there's someone trying out the traitor. When Buddy trying to tell Wasp about this he thought twin just being anxious or other, so Buddy only thought and to do is to pretend his twin, whether they tell Wasp, the truth or not, like 'let's pretend to be each other for one day like the old times', something alike

Eventually Bumblebee found evidence incriminating Wasp as a spy, but this is not Wasp, it's actually Buddy who acts as Wasp, while Wasp(Buddy) was wheeling away, (pretend to) protesting their innocence (and didn't swore on revenge), while Wasp, who pretend to be Buddy, stands there, he internally almost swear to revenge but remembers the small troubles he did and with his twin promise to Wasp, that he'll be a good bot, that helps others and never let revenge took over him, or something alike.

Wasp, who's now live as Buddy, being quiet and mute, and he's in repair crew with Bumblebee, or other, it's up to you

I'm gonna cut the request here cuz this become longer. I'll thinking doing another of this if that's okay

Oh!

Oh...

Back with more twin Buddy!

Hope you enjoy!

Wasp's twin taking his place as the spy

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFA

In their early years, it felt like it was Buddy and Wasp against the world.

Before they got their names at least.

He was the loud and borderline mean one.

Then there was his twin.

The extremely quiet one that couldn’t hurt a turbo fox if she tried.

He was extremely protective of his twin vowing to protect her from the harmful things of the world.

His way of doing that was hurting and mistreating others before they did it first.

“Can you please refrain from calling everyone a coward?”

“No.”

“Please? I’ve already had several mech’s yell at me about how ‘I’ called them a coward and had some oil spilled down my back side.”

“SO that’s why you’re wet.”

“…”

He swings his arm around them.

“Listen, no one’s going to bother us when we become a part of the Elite Guard. And everyone will remember us.”

“Hmm…”

“Have I ever steered you wrong?”

They raise and optic.

“You want that list alphabetically, numerically or color coded?”

She are about to get in the line when they see their twin start messing with some other recruits.

One of them looked like he came from the same protoform mold as they did but yellow and the other was a rather large green mech.

Her twin was making some unnecessary quips at them.

“Hey, knock it off. That was uncalled for.”

Their twin just huffs and goes to hang out with some other mechs in the line.

The yellow one glares at them.

“What? Is it your turn now?”—Yellow mech

They raise their servos in surrender.

“I just wanted to help.”

“I didn’t need your help.”—Yellow mech

“But it did look like you needed a friend on your side.”

The mech softens a bit.

The green mech pats their back a bit.

“Thanks! Hey, you look a lot like the other mech that was just here.”—Green mech

“That’s my twin believe it or not.”

“Yeesh! Sorry about that.”—Yellow mech

They wave it off as the three of them get into the line.

“He’s not all that bad.”

Their bootcamp commander was Sentinel Prime.

She already didn’t like his tone but kept quiet about it.

She quietly cheered for their twin getting his name.

Wasp, it suited him.

Sentinel stopped shortly in front of her taking a double take at Wasp.

“Why are there two of you?”--Sentinel

“That’s my twin Sentinel Prime, sir! But obviously she's the lesser twin compared to me.”--Wasp

Bumblebee and Bulkhead glared at him.

“She's not—”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee! Keep your mouth shut!”--Sentinel

Sentinel now looked hard at her, making her feel nervous.

“Hmm… maybe you are the lesser part of your twin.”--Sentinel

She froze a bit hearing it.

Bumblebee was finding it hard to keep his mouth shut hearing Wasp and Sentinel talk about her like that.

She have been nothing but nice since they’ve been here.

“Your name is W-2. A grateful gift, mind you. Second place to your twin.”--Sentinel

Sentinel moved on to the next bots in line.

Wasp found the new name funny, even annoyingly going on and on about the name.

She just tried ignoring him.

Lately he had become more and more of a pain trying to show off to his new friends.

But it wasn’t all bad.

She did make fast friends with Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and later Longarm.

She'd much rather spend their time with the three mechs than their twin on most days.

W-2, Bulkhead and Longarm look at a pedeless Bumblebee on one of the slabs.

“Bumblebee? Where’s your pedes?”—W-2

Bumblebee crossed his arms.

“Your twin and goons decided to put them on the high shelf.”--Bumblebee

She winced a bit looking at Longarm.

“Longarm could you…?”—W-2

“Of course.”--Longarm

He reached up and grabbed the pedes to give it to her.

She reached for their tool kit.

“…I’ve been thinking about leaving the guard.”—W-2

“You’re what?! Why?!”--Bulkhead

“I don’t belong here Bee. I’ve been asking Longarm to help me get into security branch since he has connections there.”—W-2

“But… what about us? You’ll be leaving me, Bulkhead and Longarm. Not to mention how much worse things are going to get with Wasp.”—Bumblebee

She put the kit on their lap for a minute.

“…Its still up for debate Bumblebee, but I’ll let you know when I finally get to my decision.”—W-2

When Bumblebee came up with his theory about Wasp beginning the rat, She were furious that he would even think such a thing.

Sure, Wasp was a selfish jerk sometimes, but he would never do that!

When She told Wasp about the accusations he just laughed in their face.

He wasn’t worried about some false rumor, and he wasn’t going to start now.

W-2 came in a bit late to see some other guardsmen trying to wheel Wasp out.

“Wait! What’s happening?!”—W-2

Sentinel looked at them.

“Your twin here has been found guilty of spying for the enemy. He’s going to be spending a lot of time in the stockade.”--Sentinel

She looked at their terrified twin’s optics.

She knew what they needed to do.

“You can’t send him to the stockades.”—W-2

“And why not?”--Sentinel

“…because I’m the spy.”—W-2

Everyone looked surprised at the claim.

“You?”—Sentinel

“I…I impersonated Wasp and tried to let him take the fall. I’m coming in clean. Take me, not him.”—W-2

W-2 raise her servos to Sentinel.

He wastes no time cuffing them.

“Release Wasp.”--Sentinel

Wasp gets let go and just stands to the side in shock as she get put in his former shackles.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead looked shocked and betrayed as she began to pass them.

she had the muzzle on their mouth, it didn’t let the others see the sad smile on their face.

W-2 took one last look at everyone as the ship’s doors slowly closed.

SHe let a couple stray tears go as darkness consumed her.

At least Wasp was safe.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader

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botboots · 8 months

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Hey! I'm probably SOOO late to transformers fanfics and one shots but I've come with this prompt,( I hope you like it enough to write it!) could you write Ratchet x injured reader, g/n or female. Injured shoulder, and maybe trying to hide it from him? Also in Tfp? If all this isnt too much to ask? Thank you for considering! Have a good day/ night

a/n: heehee this one was fun. the dialogue is kinda splotchy because theres a lot going on in my brain rn but!! hope you like it <3 also reader is cybertronian bc there are NOT enough cybertronian!reader fics out there and theyre very fun to write tbh. hope thats okay!!

ALSO! guidelines have been updated so before anyone submits a new req please read it! and please please request mirage/rotb fics oh my god im obsessed with it ROTB WAS SO GOOD </33

warnings: very minor injuries, pining <3 word count: 1059 (GN, cybertronian!reader) continued under the cut

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The purple and green swirl of the ground-bridge closed behind you as you followed your team back into base, the lingering energy buzzing under your plating.

Glancing at Bumblebee, a small twinge of pity struck you as he made his way over to the medical bay. The scout had taken a few nasty punches from Breakdown and clearly wasn’t feeling too hot; dents littering his armor.

“We showed ‘em, huh?” your focus was snatched when Bulkhead caught you off guard with his usual celebratory elbow-bump, sending you stumbling a little from the force. A sharp pain ran up your arm to your shoulder and you winced.

“Yea- totally.” sending the wrecker a strained smile, you gave him a half-hearted push back. He tilted his head, about to open his mouth to ask you something when Miko booked it over to the two of you, questions spilling out of her mouth at a mile a minute. All of them were something gore or violence related, asking Bulkhead if he got any pictures of some “hardcore massacre-ing”. The girl's interests were a little concerning, but endearing. Nonetheless, you took the opportunity to slink away and avoid any more attention. Angling your helm, your face scrunched up at the sight - and feeling - of the wound on your shoulder.

Too focused on the fight in front of you, a stray Vehicon had been able to sneak up behind you and catch you by surprise. Fortunately for you, Vehicons were mass trained for quantity over quality and didn’t have the best shots. The blast grazed your shoulder, tearing between some of your paneling to the barely exposed wires. It hurt like a bitch at first, but adrenaline buried it enough that it wouldn’t distract you - plus it was small enough that none of your team noticed. Now that you were back at base, though, the piercing sting prodded at your processor incessantly. You did want to go and see Ratchet about it - always finding some kind of excuse to be around the mech - but he was dealing with Bumblebee right now, and you didn’t want to add to his plate. Not like it was anything life-threatening, anyway. You could just try and patch it up yourself - you’ve spent enough time with Ratchet to pick up a few things yourself.

You stole a glance at said medic, who you only just noticed was looking right at you. Immediately you realized from the questioning look on his face, raised brow and all, he had probably caught both your reaction to Bulkhead bumping into you and the grimace you had made at your shoulder. Optimistic, you shook your head at him, giving the mech a meager thumbs-up and a “I'm-actually-totally-fine” smile. He gave you a hard stare, and your spark sank when he motioned you over with a flick of his digits. You begrudgingly made your way over to the medical bay. As you neared, Ratchet had already cleared Bumblebee and was shooing him out. The scout passed you, and your attention was focused on Ratchet waiting with a cocked helm and his ever-present RBF. Standing awkwardly under his gaze, almost scrutinizing, you huffed. Without a word, the red and white medic picked up his scanner, turning it on with a loud click and running the green laser over your frame.

“Really, doc - I’m fine. It’s nothing.” you tried, and failed, as he kept the device lingering at your shoulder. With a deadpan look covering his faceplate, he put the scanner down and placed his servos over your shoulder plating. You grit your denta to keep a pained hiss from leaving you, wincing when he felt around the frayed wiring.

“Nothing, huh?” you pouted at his scoff, his metal brows knitted together as he examined the shot that had barely missed doing any serious damage. “Sit.” he ordered, gesturing to the medical berth while he moved to grab some tools from a nearby counter. Embarrassment was settling in your chassis, but you did as you were told.

It technically didn’t take long to patch you up, but the old mech made it seem like eons to you with the way he was muttering about “some of the team having egos too big for their own good.” It only made the burn of embarrassment grow, and you ducked your head when he gave you a pointed look. Ratchet was nothing if not thorough in ensuring you knew when he disapproved of something.

Soon enough he finished up, giving the patched wound a once-over.

“Anything else you’re not telling me?” he questioned, the familiar lilt of sarcasm back in his tone. That at least steadied your nerves a little.

“No, sir.” you mocked, raising one of your servos in a half-assed salute.

He scowled, crossing his arms, “I’ll have Optimus enforce mandatory health checks every time you come back to base.”

Frantically shaking your helm, you raised both servos defensively, “Okay, okay!” you sputtered, “Won’t happen again.” His optics narrowed, giving you a hard stare, and you released a heavy sigh. “Promise.”

Ratchet debated it for a moment, still having half a mind to just assign the checks anyway, but as you kept your optics trained on his, the mech’s will buckled and he huffed a quick, “Good.”

You both were staring at each other for just a moment too long before Ratchet gave a quick cough. “Come back if the pain flares up again.” he waved you off as he made his way back to his usual spot at the terminal. You blinked, watching him walk off with a slightly heated face. Awkward. Hopping off the medical berth, you were careful not to irritate your shoulder and mess it up more than it already was. As you walked past Bumblebee he whirred to grab your attention. You paused, turning your head to him with a raised metal brow.

The scout chirped at you teasingly from where he sat, nodding his head way too obviously towards you and then Ratchet, who was already burying himself back in his work. Your optics widened, immediately narrowing into an offended glare as you jabbed a digit towards him.

“Don't. Even.” you grumbled, folding your arms and walking briskly away from Bumblebee’s poorly stifled, chittering laugh that echoed behind you. Your previous pity for the mech quickly dissipated as your faceplate burned. Primus.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers fanfiction #tf x reader #tfp x reader #transformers prime #transformers ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #ratcher x reader #transformers fanfic #tfp fanfic

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 6 months

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Jaya Twins! *jazz hands*

(thank this ask cuz I haven't been able to get them out of my head since)

So, Quinn and Finn Smith-Walker, at your service!

Quinn (left, she/her) is the older twin by five minutes, and the Inheritor of Lightning. Finn (right, he/him, the name is a coincidence I swear—) is the next Inheritor of Water. Original, I know, I know, but I'd be breaking my own rules otherwise ;P

Quinn doesn't make as big a deal out of being the older twin, but Finn milks his "youth" for all its worth

Finn: But I'm too young to be doing my own dishes. Quinn should do mine instead like a good big sister 🥺 Quinn: Finn, so help me—

whatever was here before no it wasn't Might have to change up some things with Cam here, but they're born just a bit before The Merge (so they're about three years old when it happens), and upon the Great Separation of Everyone, Finn winds up with Nya and Quinn winds up with Amnesiac!Jay. Jay can figure out well enough that this must be his daughter (power of love GO) but raising her to be somebody without even knowing who he is? The drama.

Nya, meanwhile, has far less of a struggle raising Finn but hoo boy the torment of not knowing where her husband + other kid is. To be continued...

Their gis are very simple because I'm lazy they're training gis! No matter what they always wear complimenting colors because they like to represent both of their Elemental heritages, regardless of their inherited element. The twin thing is just a bonus.

(they also have mismatched eyebrows cuz I thought it'd be funny~)

Finn laments a little bit since Quinn was the one to inherit one of the ~Core Four~, buuut he's the one that gets his potential first

Jay: Wow, it took your mom AGES to get her True Potential!! Nya: e-e

And then Quinn gets hers and literally starts flying circles around him snksnk

Neither of them are remotely interested in mechanics or engineering or anything of the sort. Riding in a mech is cool (and Quinn aspires to be a pilot like her dad), but building one??? Bleh, too much effort. (Finn does like model building tho, so Jay at least has that going for him. But Quinn has an extremely "girly" phase at one point and Nya is bewildered)

Jay: ...are you sure they weren't swapped with some other twins at birth??? These can't be ours-! Nya: Jay, we were both there. Finn: Are you saying we were adopted?!?! Nya: No! The only one adopted around here was your father. Quinn & Finn: *gasp*

Finn is an insanely good swimmer. He wears googles on his head to be more like his dad, but his are strictly just for underwater-based purposes. Nya jokes that he's more fish than person (which at this rate, who knows!)

Quinn can't swim at all (like her Uncle Kai used to be) and will absolutely sink like a rock. Time at the beach is spent zapping sand and making glass sculptures while Finn's out there making friends with fish hgfdfds

But, as super-powered twins tend to be, they are stronger when they're fighting together. While they can't use each others powers, they can fuse their powers (like their parents did way back when) to form the Hydroelectric Dragon as needed, along with other deadly storm-worthy combinations.

Cam and Lucina attempt to babysit them once, but all four combined are just asking for off-the-walls disaster and chaos (and thus further emergency babysitting is left to Seven and/or Kai's oldest kid)

#ninjago ocs #ninjago dragons rising #legacyverse #jaya #oc: quinn smith-walker #oc: finn smith-walker #art tag #art of mine #works of mine #'do you have any next-gen kids?'#'and i said no y'know like a liar'#next-gen jamboree #shockwaveshipping #i have not fleshed out their personalities whatsoever #but they're either the most lethargic duo or the most animated #whichever's funnier at the moment

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silverwolf-108 · 1 year

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Reaper x Fem!Reader

Mi Amor

Summary: You reunited the Overwatch after many years. Til you meet the Reaper in your room but you meet the familiar face you know from long time ago. But there’s something you didn’t tell him.

Warning: none

You help Hana fixing her mech that had been hacking by Talon hacker, Sombra. An hour ago you and few of Overwatch Team went on a mission to stop the Talon from planning on something bad.

“Alright Hana, all done, your mech is good as new. Next time, we’ll go on a mission where Sombra isn’t there.” You step off the ladder. “Yeah your right, I’m going get some snacks, want some?” “No, I’m good, thanks, I be heading to my room.”

You exit the engineer room and head to your bedroom to rest. You unlock the code to your room and walk in, you slump on you bed as you breath heavily. You look over from your pillow see the picture frame on your nightstand.

You pick it and look at the picture of you and your boyfriend, Gabriel Reyes. Before the Overwatch shut down, you and Gabriel had a great life, but you got pregnant by him and didn’t tell him. You were planning to tell him after having appointment in the hospital but you saw the Overwatch headquarters are gone.

You raised your baby by yourself and take care of ‘em. Six month later, you gave birth, a boy. You name him Jason. You take good care of him after giving birth. Few years later, you reunited the Overwatch after you saw what happen on the news that the Overwatch took down the giant robot that was attacking the city.

Once you see them again and meet new members, your friends are happy to see you and they were shock seeing Jason in your arms. You told them everything before the Overwatch headquarters was destroyed. They were sad hearing your story.

You sigh heavily place the picture frame back on the nightstand, “Mommy?” You saw Jason hid behind the door frame, you notice his eyes are glassy and in his arms hold black teddy bear. You sat up on the bed “Hi Jason, what’s wrong?” He walk toward you and crawl on your bed. “I had a nightmare… can I sleep with you?” You chuckle.

“Of course my boy, I’ll keep you safe from those nightmares.” You lay on your side forgetting to change your clothes, Jason lay by you on his side, you sang him a song that he love. Once he passes out after you finish singing you passed out too.

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You groan feel a cold air crawl on your body, you sat up then look over where Jason lay by you. You wide in shock that Jason wasn’t laying beside you anymore. You are about to get out the room to find him but you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You gasp in shock feel a heavy breath behind your neck.

You slowly turn your head meeting a stranger in black uniform and had a mask that look more alike an owl. You know that guy from the files, he’s one of the members of Talon, Reaper. Your eyes caught sight see your son sleeping in Reaper’s arm. “What…. are you doing here?” You growl softly trying not to wake up your son.

Reaper chuckle “Hello… Mi Amor.” Your eyes widen in shock. The only person that call give you that nickname only belong from your boyfriend. “No… your…” Reaper move his arm away from your waist to take off his masks.

You gasp in shock meeting familiar you know from long time ago. “Oh my…. Gabriel… is that…” he nod his head. He grab your chin with his index finger and bring your face closer to his til his lips touch yours. He pull away after short minute of kissing and look at you.

You place your hands on his cheeks “What… what happen to you? I thought you were dead.” He sigh “I… don’t wanna talk about it.” He look at Jason in his arms “So… who is the father?” You took Jason into your arms and sigh softly “He… he is your son, your the father Gabriel. I was planning to tell you after I finish my appointment but I saw our headquarters was destroyed. I didn’t get a chance to tell you because I though you died there.”

Gabriel wipe the tears away from your cheeks and bring your body closer to him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t come to your life.” He held you bit tight trying not to smothered Jason. “Mi Amor, come with me.” You look at him shock “No, I can’t, I had to stay here with my friends and Jason. Look, we may be different after many years but-”

“Please” his face started to get closer to you “We may be different but I promise to take care of you and our son. Please, come with me, I promise to take care of you.” You shook your head “I’m sorry but-” you didn’t finish your sentence when Gabriel kiss you again.

He pull away and look at you again with those pleaded eyes of his. You sigh softly “Look, my friends will attack you if they think you took me away. If I go with you they’ll hurt you.” Gabriel sigh heavily put his mask back on. “But… you can come back here to visit every night if you want.”

Gabriel smile under his mask, he lift his mask slightly reveal his jawline and kiss you on the forehead and did the same thing to Jason. “Adios Mi Amor. I love you.” His body turn into black smoke and and exit out the open window. “Goodbye Gabriel… I love you too.”

#overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes x reader

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offbrand-valk · 6 months

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(A bit of writing practice for nanowrimo, cause ya girl is rusty.)

Ræðsla

(*Ra-Th'-Sla*) trans. "Horror"

The machine awoke on command, followed the instructions attached to the boot message, and began its diagnostic routine.

First it scanned the hangar, noting each human shape it could identify within the 99.95th percentile; then it analysed each presumed human in turn, checking that they wore an identification token (and only one), and that this identification validated correctly.

This was not part of the diagnostics process, and would not be included in the diagnostics report. But should any of the validations fail, it would silently raise an alarm with an external system and await response from said system’s human operator. If no response was given, or the response was deemed untrustworthy, the machine would trigger a catastrophic meltdown within its reactor, destroying itself and its surrounding after a few minute, while trying to disguise the process as routine diagnostics.

Ræðsla of course, had no opinions on this protocol. It was a machine, an incredibly complicated machine, which even the people who had built it, only understood bits and pieces of, but a machine nonetheless – The closest it came to sentience was a series of specialized processors daisy-chained together to perform statistical extrapolation of available data in order to help the pilot focus on the most important information in the heat of combat.

One by one, Ræðsla tested the servo actuation on its’ thruster array, under the supervision of a small army of monks.

Two new figures entered the room, which the machine automatically checked the identities off and found them valid.

One was a tall, black man, with a bit of a muffin top, a neutral expression on his anonymous face, and eyes that were once warm, but now had become haunted by the horrors of war. Ræðsla’s database identified him as: Geo (he/him), father superior of the order of our father of righteous sorrow, head of the Ræðsla project.

The other was a mixed race butch, her mother was white, her father had been south Asian. She was sickly pale and skinny; an endless list of surgeries, and surgeries to correct the damage done by earlier surgeries, having taken its’ toll on her body.

Still, she looked like nothing if not the warlord upon her throne, as she drove her electric wheelchair towards the machine that took up most of the hangar. Ræðsla in turn, identified her as prince Gallantine Eva-Maria Brathwaite Oldenborg the 1st, of Fenrisfort, holy daughter of the matron pope Maria Valfreyja the 3rd; 1 of 1 authorized pilots of the Ræðsla prototype.

Ræðsla was an unconventional design. For one, it was big, almost twice the size of the average mech, top heavy too, with short legs and a pair of long arms hosting an thrusters, gravity shields, and torpedo rails.

The Ræðsla was built around its main gun, a terrible thing that spewed metal shavings at almost 10.000 kelvin. It moved around corners, got into ventilation, choked and burnsed at the same time, and left heavy ash in its wake.

It didn’t matter that it was clumsy on the ground, it was a spaceborn weapon, only meant to come down from low-orbit to do strafing runs on key targets or population centers.

Looking at it’s tripod shape, Gallantine couldn’t help but notice the resemblance to the dragon on her late wife’s coat of arms.

The machine finished it’s diagnostics routine.

One of the technicians, an old woman in a well-worn jumpsuit crossed the overhead walkway, her breathing was ragged, assisted by an implant that couldn’t quite compensate for the damage she did to her lungs 18 years ago sifting through heavy ash in the faint hope she would find just one member of her family alive.

In her hands she held a vacuum sealed box, within which lies 8kg of a pyrophoric alloy known as phlogistron. Enough for an 0.6 second burst of the Ræðsla’s main gun.

Another technician, a young monk, instructs Ræðsla to open its ammunition feed hatch, and fusses as the old woman connects the box to the feed mechanism.

“I urge you one last time prince, please reconsider.” The monk said as the pair crossed the room, doing an admirable job at hiding the fear in his voice.

The prospective pilot stopped, and turned her wheelchair to face him. The rage in her eyes burned like an ion torch.

“There was a point where we could have reconsidered brother. We passed it somewhere between when we granted my wife’s wish for euthanasia, and when we started grafting pieces of her cerebellum to my brainstem.”

The monk nodded, recognizing it was not his place to oppose the will of the gods, much as he wanted to.

Ræðsla closed its’ ammunition feed hatch, and sent a signal to the diagnostics terminal that it had successfully sealed its phlogistron supply, and that the main gun was now armed.

Reading this the younger monk, his face stained with engine grease, looked over the edge of the diagnostics terminal, and in a huge breach of decorum called out to his senior and the prince: “Will you two be done yapping soon, or should we put this thing back to sleep?”

The butch in the wheelchair smirked at her companion, feeling vindicated she was not the only one anxious to see if their project had paid off.

“Let’s see what this puppy can do!” She yelled out to cheers from the assembled technicians as she rolled up the ramp, and used the handrails for assistance to pull herself into the cockpit.

Father Geo took the cable off the pilot chair, and attached it to the back of the prince' suit with a loud *k'chunk*, before stepping back. A gentle current ran through Gallantine's spine for a few milliseconds in order to confirm the circuit was closed.

Ræðsla did as instructed, retracting the cockpit into the safety of its belly without beginning to interface with the pilot.

If she didn’t know better, Gallantine would say there was something _hungry_ about the rumbling and grinding sounds the machine made as it closed tight around her. As if _it too_ was excited to get moving, like it knew the atrocity it was built to avenge.

Father Geo took his place on the observation podium, and made the sign of the gods.

“Control, ready when you are.” Came the unmistakably impatient voice of prince Gallantine.

Geo considered asking her to lead them in prayer, but thought better of it. The old God and the new Gods had already made up their minds as to whether or not this would succeed, and the act was just as likely to calm the prince as it was to infuriate her.

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The machine's cockpit was cramped, not an inch of empty space that wasn't required for the pilot to enter and exit.

The dual control sticks featured a staggering array of triggers, switches and buttons, rows of controls sat along the sides of both armrests, below screens waiting to be slid into her field of view with yet more buttons and switches placed above her.

Gallantine had piloted simulators before, but if you fucked up in a simulator, you made a fool of yourself, if she fucked up now, she might break a one of a kind war machine and set the project back years.

With more caution than she cared to admit, she flipped the overhead switch to activate the main display, lighting up the armored wall in front of her with a view from Ræðsla's head.

So far so good, a few more switches flipped, verify the cables were correctly attached, and nothing to do but try their luck.

"Begin human interfacing" came brother Geo's calm instruction in her headset.

Deep breath, here goes nothing, remove the safety, turn the handle 45 degrees, then pull until it goes click.

Every nerve in Gallantine's body triggered at once.

She was burning, she was freezing, she was being squeezed all over, up was every direction; and she was in

MUCH

PAIN

The machine, for its' part, did exactly what it was supposed to, frantically changing frequency and voltage in the hope of finding the right one before causing irreversible damage to the pilot.

She was about to call it off, didn't know if she still could, when an image resurfaced in her overstimulated brain: a broken down mech lying beneath a blanket of heavy ash, clutching the cockpit that had failed to eject, in the hopeless hope of protecting its pilot from the dangers that lay outside, yet unable to keep her from breathing heavy metals.

The pilot would lay there for almost 3 days, unable to move herself or her mech, wasting away as microscopic slivers of thalium cut holes in her lungs and entered her bloodstream.

And one thought crystalized, unifying pilot and mech.

Kill them all.

Kill Them All!

Kill! Them! All!

The Pope.

The General.

The Captain.

The Organist.

The entire fucking council who let them do it.

KILLTHEMALL

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Integration successful

You sent the message to your visor, telling you nothing you didn't already know. Moving your metal body was obvious, the wealth of controls no different than the wealth of muscles belonging to the soft organic thing within you, that was you, and yet, so much less.

You moved your tail experimentally about, feeling like a phantom limb the different textures as it scraped across metal, plastic and glass; unable to imagine a time you had ever been without it.

Because you hadn't. Prince Gallatine Oldenborg of Fenrisfort had, but she wasn't you. She was an essential component, like your grand CPU, and MTF reactor. Without her, there was no you, but she was not you.

You were a 115 ton, experimental, flying, war machine, rated for atmospheric and space combat.

You were 27 kilometres of wire, 304 distinct microprocessors, 556 reactive armor tiles, 24 ion thrusters, 2 gravity shields, 9 recognizance drones, and a weapon that should never have been built.

You were Ræðsla.

#my writing #enjoy sexy robot dragon times

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lovelytayforce · 2 months

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~Of Dreams and Mirrors~ Click! Hearing the sound of the stranger’s pistol being emptied and reloaded, Megatron took his chance. He moved quickly from his spot and walked as Soundwave did between spaces and shot point blank as he stepped into the middle of the opening. He didn’t stop moving in case the mech had another loaded pistol at his side. His coverings made it difficult to tell. CHOOM! He was now behind the building next to the previous one. “Argh!” It was low but an obvious admission in pain, that he had shot right where he wanted. The sound of shifting dirt was clear in his audials. “Now,” He spoke loudly, the air carrying his voice across the city. “You have two options.” ::I’m up top.:: Shadow Striker commed him as the smoke of his barrel filled his senses. The quiet of a standstill was strong. ::He grazed my side but, I nicked him in the leg, I can cover you.:: Good. By the time he walked up the alleyway he was closing in toward the other incapacitated mech, his cannon would be charged enough again. His helm turned ever so slightly before he made his move to see Soundwave making his way, kneeling low with his pistol out and ready near him. He was not alone. “Surrender,” His frame swerved from the building he stood against, fusion cannon held high as it blared brightly with energy. He took his steps slowly and calculatively giving this stranger time to rethink his options. Crack! The glass of a window near him shattered as the sharp stranger took a shot near him. A warning more than anything as he stubbornly stood back up. He smirked at the thought of taking this talented mech in his ranks. Megatron kept steadily moving forward, not quite taking his shot yet as he waited for the other mech to make his move. He noted the other was taking steps back near a door from the middle of the street, away from the downed insecticon. The gray mech was out of the alley, entering the same street as the new mech, he only took a very quick glance at the broken fountain and scurrying civilians. “Or get shot down by my hand.” More clicks and whirs of guns and cannons alike welcomed him to the street as his army was no longer caught off guard. “I don’t think so…” A rough voice finally spoke up to him, his pistol was pointed squarely at him and they both knew this was only going to end with one of them walking off this street. “Not until I find who I’m looking for.” Megatron raised his optic at that. It was then the stranger’s poncho was lifted by the harsh winds of Cybertron wafting up dust to show he had reached for the door he had been nearing. It didn’t budge under his servo, which rules out any temporary escape he wanted or banked on for this gunfight. But what surprised them both the most was Clobber was inside, you could see her through the window of the door. “It’s locked.” Was all the two heard before her blaster shot right through the glass and metal of the door knocking the mech to his side and making him roll away from the debris. “Damn it!” He heard a growl and curse from the now downed mech, the warlord relaxed his posture a bit as he approached the mech. BANG! BANG! Which was partly a mistake. He had to full body lean back as two clean shots grazed past his face. A deafening ping rang out in the streets as the stranger's pistol was shot out of his servo. The look of shock on his face was priceless. Shadow Striker had taken her shot. “Now, I’d like to hear your answer since,” Megatron was now above the mech, a fusion cannon touching the tip of his dusty hat. “I asked so nicely.” - The premise follows Cyberverse Megatron dealing with the consequences of his actions after stealing another universe's Matrix with the threat of being killed while communicating with the soul of that universe's Prime. Will he make it to his desired future or will he be nothing but a figure in a photo encompassing a long-lost dream?

#if you are interested in this leave a comment and ill post it #transformers cyberverse #megatron #wildwheel #shadow striker #soundwave #maccadam #can you tell my western loving ass worked hard on this scene #writing #black writer #taylor talks #taylors writing #pls let this be interesting #long text post

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sibillascribbles08 · 5 months

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Said I might write a follow up to this so yay. There will likely be more later too.

I want more Jasonnie. There isn't more Jasonnie. I sigh and open my doc and make it happen (and then make them upset ah well)

Donatello really wished they could avoid this conversation.

After all, the only emotion filling up his brain and the only thing he wanted to focus on was sheer relief. All he wanted to do the minute he and Jase got home was hold his husband as close as he could and not let go until the sun came up.

So close. It’d been so close to going the exact same way it must have happened to his future self. If his siblings hadn’t caught on and intervened, Jase would probably be dead. The idiot still tried to take a hit for him.

But they won. No one died. And Donatello wanted to spend the night appreciating every second Jase’s heart kept beating.

But his husband obviously didn’t think the same way. Donatello could see the creases in his brow, the squint in his eyes and the accusatory glare. He only changed his expression when Holly came to greet them when they got home, keeping up a pleasant facade until the two of them managed to get her to fall asleep in bed.

The minute her bedroom door clicked shut, Jase’s sharp eyes returned, and he didn’t hesitate to stomp right up to where Donatello stood.

“I want the truth.”

The softshell took a few steps back, less out of intimidation and more wanting to get them away from their daughter’s room. “Truth? Truth about what?”

“Do not play dumb.” Jase’s tone was harsh, commanding, a voice he rarely used. “You knew about that mech. You wanted me out of there for some reason. After the whole fight you kept talking like I almost died.”

Donatello gritted his teeth and finally steeled his shoulders. “You did almost die. If you remember you decided to jump between me and that oncoming blast like an idiot. I told you not to do anything reckless.”

“Who’s the one being reckless by just tossing up a shield?”

“It would have been strong enough for that gun.”

“And how would you know that?”

Donatello opened his mouth and then closed it again. He couldn’t answer that, not without giving something else away. Damn, his husband lined his pieces up perfectly this time.

“Donnie, I’m only going to tell you this one more time.” Jase reached up and grabbed the collar of Donatello’s coat, jerking him down to eye level. “I want. The truth.”

Donatello could easily pull himself free. He could easily shove Jase back. He could easily just walk away from this.

But those beautiful eyes held him in place, and he knew he couldn’t keep the truth from them.

Donatello let out a long sigh as he searched for the right words. “Alright, alright, you deserve to hear it. You probably should have heard it a long time ago but… I’m never really sure how to bring it up.”

Jase let go of him and crossed his arms, obviously waiting for him to continue.

He might as well just tell it as it happened. “Look, you remember when I saved you from that exploding mech?”

His husband rolled his eyes. “Much to my continued embarrassment.”

Donatello ignored the urge to crack a joke about it, like they usually did. Not the time. “Right, well, during that time, we had an extra visitor in our lair.”

Jase raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Uh, me.”

“Donnie, do not just say that without elaborating.”

“It was me. A future version of me.”

Now the other eyebrow shot up and Jase’s eyes went wide. Knowing him, he was probably already putting the pieces together.

Donatello took a deep breath, praying this conversation didn’t take any nasty turns. “He ended up there due to a mishap with a time traveling device that he built. It took him much farther in the past than he anticipated, and it took him a few days to get it back up to operating. During that time we talked more than once, and I learned exactly why he was time traveling in the first place.”

Jase stared at him for a second, then finally asked. “Why?” He worded the question like he already knew the answer.

Donatello once again steeled his shoulders, but he still felt himself shrinking under his husband’s gaze. “Well he… wanted to create a timeline where he didn’t lose his husband.”

“And who was his husband, Donnie.” Jase spoke through his teeth now. “And just how did he die?”

Donatello looked to the side. “I get the feeling you already know the answer to that.”

“You’re right, I do.” Jase grabbed Donnie’s chin and turned his head back toward him. “It was me, wasn’t it? It was me and I died while fighting that mech. I died when I threw myself between you and a laser blast. And you already knew all of that. Your future self told you.”

Donatello did not like how angry his husband sounded. “Jase—”

“Here’s what I can’t piece together, husband dearest.” He spat out the pet name like it left a bad taste in his mouth. But then his voice cracked as he continued. “Did you deciding to become friends with me and date me just stem from knowing where your future ended up? Or did you actually give a sliver of a damn about me.”

Donatello’s heart stopped. He reached up to take Jase’s wrist, but his husband jerked away from the contact. “Jase, what? No. I didn’t end up dating you just because my future self did. That’s not—”

“The truth, Donnie.” Jase’s voice faltered again and he took a deep breath. “Did you reach out to me after that explosion because you knew some other version of you married me?”

That wasn’t true. Donatello wanted to tell him that wasn’t true. But as he tried to comb his memory for exactly what he’d been feeling when he looked up Jason’s number, he hesitated.

And Jase took his silence as an answer.

“I fucking knew it.” Jase muttered and stomped toward the front door.

Donatello darted after him, grabbing his wrist. “Jase, wait.”

“Let go of me.”

“Please, just give me a chance to explain.”

“Explain what?” Jase tried to pull himself free. “That the only reason we ended up together is because you had your fate spelled out for you?”

“No!” Donatello failed to keep his voice down at this point. “Jase, I’m with you because I love you. I promise it’s not—”

“Let go of me.”

“Please, just let me—”

“Let go.” Purple static danced around Jase’s shoulders. “Now.”

Deciding to avoid an even bigger fight, Donatello did.

His husband continued toward the front door. “I’m going to my dad’s. Do not follow me.”

He opened his mouth to ask when Jase would be back, but the door slammed closed before he got the chance.

Donatello tried not to panic, but he could already hear his heart pounding in his ears. This was fixable, right? Jason would take the time to cool down and they could talk about this like they always did.

But he didn’t even think it would turn this sour. Sure he expected the anger, mostly over keeping secrets, but this? He wanted to be offended by the accusation but his brain still hadn’t even settled on an answer.

He did reach out to Jase because he knew of a future where they got married. It made him curious, but that’s all it had been. Curiosity. Actually talking to Jase and spending time with him was the reason Donnie ended up falling for him.

Because his future self was right. It wasn’t a once choice kind of deal. It was hundreds of choices and other small things.

But he couldn’t honestly say learning about the future didn’t influence some of those choices. Maybe without knowing he still might have reached out, or they would have run into each other again, but he didn’t have proof of that.

“Dad?”

Holly’s quiet voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned toward the hallway to see her standing there, rubbing her eyes and clutching her favorite bear.

“Why were you shouting? Where did Daddy go?”

Donatello walked over to her and knelt down. “I-it’s okay. Sorry for waking you up, Holly Berry.” He rubbed her head. “Daddy and I just had a bit of an argument. I um, did something stupid.” He tried to laugh it off. “But I’m sure we’ll fix it in the morning. He went to his dad’s place to cool off.”

Holly frowned at him but nodded. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen something like this happen, and at her age she understood that sometimes taking time away when you were angry was the wiser thing to do.

“Dad?”

He stopped moving his hand. “Yes?”

“Are you okay? Your hand is shaking a lot.”

Only now did he notice the tremors in his shoulders going all the way down his arm. He pulled away from her. “It’s… not for you to worry about, okay?”

Her frown deepened, but she didn’t argue. Instead she just took a few steps toward him and threw her free arm around his neck, attempting to give him a hug.

Donatello wrapped his arms around her. He thought about how small she still was compared to him, and yet how much bigger she’d gotten. He thought about the time he and Jase made the firm decision to do whatever they could to bring her into the world. He thought about the countless failures before a success where even then he and his husband held their breath every single day to see if she’d even survive after she hatched.

He thought about how the fight today could have resulted in either one of them not making it home. How devastated would she have been?

How devastated was the daughter of his future self?

Donatello tightened the hug. “I love you, Holly. You know that, right?”

“Yes, Dad. I love you too.”

He kept his hold on her as he stood, lifting her off the ground. “Come on, you really need to get some sleep. I also need to get some sleep.”

“You and Daddy will talk tomorrow, right?”

“We will, I promise.”

He tucked her back under the sheets and kissed her head before retreating to his room. But he hated coming in here after a fight. The bed always looked way too big and it always wound up way too cold.

A very brief reminder of what his life would look like if Jase hadn’t survived.

Though now he considered, if he couldn’t get his husband to understand just how loved he was—and not because of some visitor from the future—he may end up losing him a different way.

Donatello gritted his teeth and pressed his palms to his forehead. He had to toss these thoughts aside. The future is never set in stone. Whatever choices he made could and would change things.

And he’d find a way to get his husband to understand that no matter what, Donnie would choose him every time.

#scribbly fics #rottmnt #jasonnie #this may look like a very very bad scenario #but Jase walking away really is the smart move #if you've read any of the other times they've argued #his shit brain is taking this and running and he has to let it run itself ragged #barely check this for typos goodnight

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that-glitter-chick · 9 months

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Day five of Skystar week! Prompt: “Furious/Calm”. Song: Grenade by Bruno Mars.

Ficlit: Spousal Privilege

“And another thing; you Primus forsaken, Unicron spawned, droid fragging, factory defects…!” Starscream roared into the faceplates of the youths. He had backed them into a corner so thoroughly, they had forgotten they had him out numbered three to one and were all twice his height. No one had witnessed a display of the infamous disposed Prince of Vos’s temper since his defection from the Decepticons nearly a year prior.

“Oh-kaaaaay, I think they’ve had enough.” Skyfire swiftly scooped up his husband, as though he weighed no more than their newly-forged Sparkling, who was currently enjoying a play date with her older cousin while her parents had attempted a quite shopping trip into the settlement’s open air market, and slung him over his broad shoulders.

Skyfire strode out of the village purposefully, embarrassed beyond measure, having decided their family could survive without the items on their shopping list for at least however long it took for the whispering gossips to find something else to wag their glossa about. It took a long time for the shuttle-former to loose his patience but even he had his limits.

“Skyfire, put me down this instant! I am not a Sparkling!” Starscream demanded and thumped his husband’s armor between his wings.

“I will, when you stop acting like one!” He growled back, just loud enough for only his Partner to hear. The ex-Autobot had been raised that one did not disparage their mate in public, it simply wasn’t done.

“Wha…? I was defending you!” The ex-Air Commander was earnestly shocked. His beloved rarely ever got mad at anyone, let alone him. He felt confusion, sadness and righteous indignation all over again caused by his lover’s reaction.

“I know Darling, and I adore you for it, really I do. But you nearly beat those Fledglings into scrap over a little harmless teasing.” Skyfire could feel a processor ache coming on as he set his husband down on his peds so they could talk like civilized adults. They were roughly half way between the village and their private residence at this point and it was a good enough place to stop.

“You’re my Conjunx Endura, I can’t just stand by and let some slag spouting child call you a clumsy oaf!” Starscream stomped his ped in frustration. An adorable habit in Skyfire’s opinion and oh how happy he had been to find that their daughter had inherited the trait.

“It’s true, I am a klutz. And besides, Starscream, YOU call me a clumsy oaf on a regular basis.” The ex-Autobot laughed, feeling his anger melt into his usual calm demeanor.

“That’s different! First off, you know I don’t really mean it, and secondly, I reiterate, I am your Conjunx! I alone have earned the right to tease you!” The Seeker scowled and crossed his arms, wings twitching in annoyance. “If you think for one nano-click, I’m going to let some over charged, pathetic, unchristianed Fledgling with a Sire kink, come-on to my mate right in the middle of town no less! And get away with it? You have another thing coming!”

Skyfire flashed his optics in a Transformer equivalent of a shocked blink. “Starscream… are you jealous?” He was flabbergasted. Judging from the almost instantaneous blush that blossomed on his lover’s faceplates, and how the smaller mech tried to his it by turning away at his waist and putting a servo over his mouth, yes he was! ‘Oh Primus beloved,’ Skyfire chuckled to himself ‘what am I going to do with you?’

The big Shuttle pulled his spouse in for a passionate kiss, and held him to it until he felt all the tension release from the smaller frame in his arms. “Darling,” his engine purring “Only you in all the cosmos would think teasing was a viable form of flirting. They were simply a gang of bored children.”

Starscream snorted “You always did underestimate your own attractiveness.” He then turned his nose up in a vain attempt at salvaging his dignity. “Well the important thing is, I got my point across. Those little glitches won’t be trying that again and now the entire community knows I am a devoted Conjunx.”

“Hmmm.” Skyfire smiled, for once the mischievous one. “And how should my valiant hero like to be rewarded?”

Starscream smirked and rubbed his left leg up and down Skyfire’s right one. “How about you throw me over your shoulders again and take me home? We don’t need to pick up Zephyr for another four mega cycles and I’d hate to waste the evening.”

#skystarweek #skystarweek 2023 #g1 skyfire #g1 starscream #g1 transformers #maccdam #skystar week #skystar week 2023

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Currrent Line Up:

Ratchet, former war medic turned mermech welfare officer rurned head vet at the Lost Light Sanctuary

Thunderclash, a mermech who was taken as a pup and raised illegally in captivity as a pet before mermech protections and recognition as "semi sapient" legally (the legal status is still in flux) were recognized, due to bad co ditions growing up he has health and socialization issues and lives permennatly at the sanctuary, based off false killer whale, can speak Standard Cybertronian and Neocybex, though the later is with an accent

Drift, retired military mech who took his payout and got a house for himself on the coast, knows Ratchet both from the War and before, met Rodimus when he was younger and pulled him out of a net, now Rodimus's baby sitter

First Aid, a trainee who is working at the Sanctuary under Ratchet, he catches Riptide's attention

Rodimus, the last of the Nyon Flametail Mermech subspecies that was devstated by an oil spill, spent time at the Sanctuary healing and met Thunderclash who he got frisky with, eventually broke out of containment and has settled the local area as his and is currently stressing about raising mixed species babies

Riptide, a Thresher shark mermech that Rodimus found who'd been attacked and left for dead, he drags him to Ratchet to fix up, and Riptide joins Rodimus's school/pod, he is besotted with First Aid

Brainstorm, an octopus mermech, he was a laboratory study until laws passed and he was released to Ratchet's Sanctuary to see if he could be released, he has become infatuated with Perceptor and loves science and technology, he speaks a bit of Standard Cybertronian

Perceptor, a scientist (being decided what) who works at the Sanctuary and adapts to Brainstorm's curiosity building him a visiting tank, he knew Drift as they were in the same unit in the war and was the one who recommended the area to him

Galvatron, Drift's former commander who insists on checking up on him monthly and is a "busybody" who is convinced the newest Prime is a Sea Witch which has lead to rumors about his sanity

Cyclonus, one of Drift's other former superiors who goes to check on him when he doesn't answer and takes a vacation there, a very small Remora Mermech Tailgate and Sharkmer Whirl get attached to him

Megatron, an infamous sea monster who Rodimus drags into his pod/school who arrived licking his wounds from an incident with a "rogue Prince/Prime" and is pouting about it and despises humans until he's forced into meeting them, he has legends about him attacking mechs and ships, he may or may not make comments about unfamilial flashy bastards anytime there's a news prodcast showing Optimus

Optimus Prime, Definitely Not A Former Mermech Turned Land Mech

Elita One, Lord Protector of Cybertron who definitely didn't accidentally seduce a mermech into using ancient magic to join her on land and win a war

Some of these i knew but some of these are very ooOO???????

#maccadam #transformers #lots if characters #mer!rodinus au 1

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I wanted to ask, in the kids turned sparkling au, Starscream was teaching Miko how to be the next winglord. Assuming he lived after Predacons Rising, or died and came back like Optimus, would she still treat him like a secondary parent, and eventually become winglord?

Ah yes Starscream.

Previous part here.

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The matter of Starscream was one Tari did not like to consider. She had memories of Starscream trying to kill her when she was still Miko, but she also had recollections of a time when things were better. She remembered Starscream carrying her through the skies, letting her small wings flutter with the currents before she had learned to fly. She could still recall when he'd held her in his arms, telling her tales of Vos and the glory of the city he proclaimed would one day be hers. She had listened with such intent that even as a fully framed adult, she couldn't help but sometimes wonder if he was still out there, and if he still cared.

She was happy being a Wrecker, and she was happy being away from her family, even if she missed them at times. But as she aged, she felt a void within her, one that was for once, not caused by the loss of her Sire. She remembered stories of the great city that even after Cybertron's restoration, was not again floating in the sky. Starscream had always said that it was the duty of all fliers to watch over their city, to protect it, and to ensure that all who followed after them would have a place to call home.

Tari remembered, and so she decided to act.

Before Optimus's return, she set out on a journey across the stars. Her goal was simple: Find Starscream and get him to help her restore Vos. Sure, he might have been a Decepticon, but her memory painted him as a far more reasonable mech than some of the Autobots she dealt with on a regular basis. And without her Sire? Well... maybe digging up a few old memories would do something good for her aching spark.

It was far easier than she expected to find Starscream, although it hurt to track him down. He was hidden on Earth, her world of origin (a fact she will only begrudgingly admit). When she found him, he was wrapped up in his plans to get back at everyone and everything. She took him by total surprise, and their first meeting was by no means the one she had been hoping for. Starscream didn't recognize her, all he saw was her Wrecker badge.

Tari: Starscream! Hold your fire! I come in peace!

Starscream: An Autobot comes in peace? HA! As if I would believe that!

Tari: My designation is Sagittarius, Tari for short. Don't you remember me?

Starscream: A flier named after this mudball's constellations? How the mighty have fallen.

Tari and Starscream shot at each other for a while, and in the end, Tari had to hunt him down several times over the course of a few months. It was due to this hunt that she ended up with Bumblebee and his team on Earth for a time. She needed the extra guns to get into the Decepticon base on Earth where Starscream was supposedly hiding out. Her adventures with Bumblebee and his team were a whole other series of shenanigans. But in the end, she got her prize.

"Well Autobot? You've caught me. Are you going to kill me now?"

"No, I want you to talk to me. Please, just take a moment and remember me Starscream. I've already lost Optimus, I don't want to lose the only other bot that came even close to being my Sire."

"..."

"Mistress of the Terran skies. That was your full designation... wasn't it?"

Silence reigned over the duo for a time as Tari led Starscream out in cuffs. He would still need to answer for his crimes... but she would do all she could to lessen the sentence. For once, he went along without argument and allowed Tari to take him back to Cybertron to face justice. Seeing her reminded him of what he had been hoping for all those years ago when the war still raged. He had all but forgotten the precious sparkling he'd been so keen to raise once Megatron died. Predacons, Vehions, Terrorcons... it had all kept him distracted, especially as he sought out his old frame once more.

He would need to make things better.

Tari returned him to Cybertron and worked with anyone willing to side with Starscream during his court case. With a lot of effort, she was able to convince the Council that keeping Starscream alive was not only beneficial, but in the best interest of all of Cybertron. How did she do this? Why, she simply made it clear that Starscream had named her the heir of Vos... on live television. What was the Council to do? If they claimed Tari was lying, they would be disregarding the words of the Prime's sparkling. If they claimed her station was irrelevant, then they would earn the collective ire of every flier on Cybertron. There was almost no choice but to let Starscream out on parole and give Tari the funds needed to begin preparing to rebuild Vos.

Tari and Starscream were still rather tense, but working together on a common goal eased a lot of the pain that had developed over the years. Starscream guided Tari in her efforts and covered for her when she returned to the Wreckers. He laid low when she wasn't around and taught her as much of the old culture of fliers as possible. Over time, the wounds healed, and Starscream was able to proudly call himself Tari's mentor. Optimus was not made aware of Starscream's station in Tari's life until Vos rose into the skies once more and Starscream was there to announce Tari is official heir. It was a shock to say the least, but Tari relished in the companionship of her old secondary caretaker.

"Thank you for coming back with me."

"Thank you for giving me a second chance. To see Vos rise once more is a far greater accomplishment than anything I ever did during the war."

"You aren't so bad Starscream."

"HA! Lord Megatron would have a thing or two to say about that!"

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #tfp kids as sparklings au #miko nakadai #starscream #alternate universe

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𝙃𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙂𝙊𝙏𝙏𝘼 𝘽𝘼𝙇𝙇

　　『　female human reader + megatron ,, optimus prime 』

　　— chapter two || 3am hampter merch drippin

　　— second chapter how we feeling 😎😎 we wanting more of this ? got more of a writing portion bc gotta write the actual story too 🙄 but theres still the chats n stuff yuhhh ,, the chapter titles are the lyrics to the song hampter gotta ball by jakerton 🫶 dope song

　　＜　one , three , four , five ＞

honking followed behind you ,, dookie face started to flap his wings as he took off in a flight. you werent too sure what the hell you did to anger him but he definitely had beef with you. once again ,, looking like a fool ,, you took off running like the fbi was after your ass.

he chased you around the block ,, and through an alley way. you were definitely going to be late ,, not sure how late but late late. the honking only got louder ,, running through the open field of the ghost agency. luckily for you ,, dot was just up ahead.

" DOT !!" you screamed ,, whimpering out as you kept running for your life. "DOOKIE FACE IS BEHIND ME HELPPPP !!" you cried ,, running towards the woman and hiding behind her. she rolled her eyes ,, already done with your antics and it isnt even 10 am.

with her magic ,, the goose instantly stopped. it felt like one of those movies ,, where two cowboys are standing and facing each other ,, where they give the ' the town aint big enough for us both ' and have their standoff. you swore the goose glared at you ,, kicking its feet up in the dust and waddling away back to his wife. she was probably in on it all too ,, you were absolutely sure of it.

hands found themselves wrapped around dot's waist ,, cries of thanks falling from your lips. " oh thank you ! thank you thank you thank you dottie !!" you cried ,, the woman giving you an unimpressed look. " you missed the meeting you know ,," she crossed her arms. your eyes widened ,, staring in disbelief.

" WHAT ?!" she rolled her eyes ,, helping you up from the ground and walking towards her ranger jeep. " schloder already knows why ,, so its not too big of a deal . but we've also been assigned those cybernetic sleeves ." she held up her arm ,, showing it to you. " i was lucky enough to be paired with elita ,, optimus however ,," she shook her head at the thought.

" what ? schloder paired himself with big o ?" you snorted ,, and dot nodded her head in confirmation. " lord have mercy on that man ,, optimus is gonna be suffering ." you leaned on the window as dottie got inside her jeep. the car beeped at her ,, before she turned it on.

" who did i get assigned ? or was i not special enough to be chosen ?" you asked ,, raising a brow at the woman. she only smirked in response ,, before bidding her goodbyes and leaving. you werent all too sure what the look was for ,, but it couldn't mean anything good.

grumbling to yourself ,, you walked inside the ghost agency. the large hallways consumed you ,, towering around your smaller form as you walked along the all too perfectly straight walls. though luck had shined on you ,, spotting wheeljack up ahead. you broke into a sprint ,, shouting for the scientist as you skidded to a stop in front of him.

" good evening wheeljack !" you waved at him ,, giving a soft smile to the mech. " good mornin' ,, ya missed the meetin' by the way ,," his servo came around your waist as he picked up off the ground gently. he set you on his shoulder ,, continuing his path towards both of your workshops. the two of you were work partners ,, as he constructed and built the devices ghost uses ,, and you design and code them. the two of you worked fast and well ,, never really having a problem with one another and bouncing ideas off each other.

" yeah i know ,, its not my fault !" you were quick to complain about your recent rodeo this morning. " dookie face just has something against me ,, and i'm not even that sure what it is . oh yeah ,, who did i get partnered with for the experiment ? was it you ?" you smirked at the mech ,, who in turned chuckled and shook his head. " nah it aint me ,, it's megatron ." he spoke ,, the lab doors opening as he walked you both inside. you slid off his shoulder and onto the counter ,, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

wheeljack snickered at your expression ,, turning his back on you as he went straight to working on the latest device. " no need for the look ,, he aint so bad ya know . besides ,, this aint gonna last for long ,, its just an experiment afta all ." he shrugged ,, servos moving to drill pieces and bits together.

" when does the experiment start though ? or has it already started ?" you questioned ,, taking a moment to chill out on your not so comfortable chair. it felt like sleeping on bricks ,, if anything. you werent sure why ghost didnt spend the money to get cheaper and comfortable chairs instead of these expensive prison cell feeling chairs.

" pretty sure hes waitin for ya ,, in the meeting room ,," wheeljack replied humming to himself as he continued working. you sighed ,, letting your head roll from side to side before jumping to your feet. the meeting room was quite a ways from your lab / workshop ,, and you cursed wheeljack for not just taking you there in the first place.

you walked along the big halls once more ,, sighing as you dragged your feet along the flooring. your legs were already tired and aching ,, having to be chased by dookie face and now having to walk the halls that take hours to get to anywhere. you wondered if ghost would fire you soon ,, having been late a few times now. they could easily replace you ,, find people who actually showed up on time and worked faster than you. maybe wheeljack would've appreciated it. the thought has your heart swelling ,, frown forcing itself on your face.

" (y/n) ,, there you are ." the familiar scottish accent rang through the air ,, frown turning into a thin line as you glanced up at the giant mech. megatron stood before you ,, crouching to his knee as he laid one arm over it. " where've ye been ? was it the goose again ?" he asked ,, holding his servo out for you.

" how'd you know ?" you snickered ,, climbing onto the warm metal and gripping tightly to his digits as he raised his servo up. you were quick to settle yourself against his shoulder ,, making yourself comfortable on the mech. " so ,, ive heard we've been paired together ?" you raised a brow at him ,, holding tightly to the metal of his body as he walked down the hall. " yeah ,, everyone else has their 'sleeves' on ,, or whatever wheeljack has called em ." he replied ,, making his way down the hall and being mindful of you ,, moving slower than usual so you wouldn't slip off and fall to the floor.

" and ,, let me guess ,, schloder paired himself with optimus ?" you asked ,, taking notice of the path towards the meeting room. megatron only hummed ,, giving you the only answer you needed. immediately you bursted in a fit of snickers ,, holding your hand to your mouth to keep yourself from full on laughing. " oh i feel bad for him ,, poor optimus ,," you shook your head ,, megatron's face plates lifting up in a smile upon hearing your little giggle fit at the silliness of schloder's schemes.

the meeting room was a large cleared out space ,, with a large platform in the middle for the bots and humans. it was large and tall enough that the bots could rest their arms on it ,, and help their human companions up on the table ,, so everyone would be at equal eye level. it was much better than having the bots squat or sit down to reach human eye levels ,, as that had happened in the past and didnt prove beneficial for anyone. laid upon it was a small sleeve and much larger one.

megatron's hand came to grasp you gently ,, setting you down on the table. you walked towards where the 'sleeves were' ,, wasting no time to put yours on. it was a little snug but overall not bad ,, fit well and was comfortable ,, and surprisingly not itchy. megatron slid his over his arm ,, fitting his servo through the opening. " so ,, does it turn on automatically or ??" you raised a brow and megatron shrugged at you. a small green button was on the underside ,, and you being you ,, you pressed it. a hologram of wheeljack waist up showed ,, a smile on his face as he stared before he started to talk.

" howdy yall ! these are mah new cybernetic emotion sleeves ,, improved 101 ,, best of the best !" he winked. lord have mercy ,, this man ,, megatron looked unimpressed as he stared at the hologram. " so you're trying yer c.e.s for the first time ,, and yer wondering ' what does it do ?' well ,, thats where ah come in to help !" he placed his servos on his hips as he looked smug. " first ,, these are meant to improve cyba-tronian and human relations ,, probably not the most effective way but definitely a way ! they're meant ta share emotions with your partner ,, so yer partner will know what yer feelin at times ,, unless ya take it off of course ."

" all ya've gotta do is press the little circle in blue on the top ." you followed his instructions ,, pressing the button and listening in to what he said next. " now ,, all ya've gotta do is touch the hand or servo of your partner ,, and yer connected ! its as easy as that !" he nodded to himself ,, chuckling in the process. megatron raised his servo in front of you ,, your own hand reaching out and pressing against his palm.

at first ,, nothing happened ,, until after a minute and suddenly everything went black.

#transformers x reader #x reader #megatron x reader #optimus x reader x megatron #megatron x reader x optimus #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tfe x reader #tfe megatron #tfe wheeljack #tfe optimus prime #earthspark optimus #earthspark wheeljack #earthspark megatron #🌎.earthspark #🏷.hampters gotta ball

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bracken (this won't make much sense if you haven't read the original fic btw)

What happens next?

The part where you feel like you can't run away from your pain. What happens when your mind is shattered and you must go on functioning?

Mecha had given himself time; oh, so much time. He knew he could not repair this pain overnight - he knew it all too well, having lived with it for months. He would come out of sleep mode and try his best, even if trying his best sometimes only meant coming out of sleep mode in the first place. He accompanied his siblings on their various journeys no matter how much he sometimes just wanted to close himself off. He would take small steps.

But it was too slow. The process dragged on and, by Chaos, it wasn't linear enough for a machine that worked best on logic. It was something that Mecha was coming to resent, deep down beneath the stoic and calm outer appearance.

The therapeutic literature wasn't helping. There was so much conflicting advice, and Mecha wasn't sure what to believe despite studying article upon article. Neo and Silver were a big help, sure, but even they couldn't fully understand Mecha's inner turmoil at times, nor would Mecha ask them to.

No two people experienced trauma the same way after all. Neo and Silver were practically the perfect model organisms for that statement.

So one evening, Mecha departed. She left their warehouse home whilst they were in town with one location in mind - the very place she thought she would never return to again. Perhaps exposure was the only way forward, and she was willing to try anything out of desperation.

The symbol had plagued Mecha's thoughts, vision and emotions for a long time now. A bold, white letter "G", surrounded by fronds resembling ferns. Stars dotted around the center in some attempt to look important. Mecha stared up at the crumbled fortress gates where this very logo stood. Whether five minutes or five hours passed during this time, she wasn't sure, and didn't care to check. She took the first tentative step through the crack between the towering remains, utterly dwarfed between them.

At once Mecha felt small.

> PROCEEDING COULD RISK AI INSTABILITY. DO NOT PROCEED.

Scattered remains of deactivated, destroyed, or otherwise inactive machines that once scouted the fortress littered the entrance. Dismissing the warning in her HUD, Mecha stepped over them, keeping hershoulders square and head raised in some attempt to stay composed. She then followed along the straight path towards the bunkers. Footsteps wet and heavy, she stopped for a moment amidst the now empty bunkers and surveyed each one. Before, soldiers had stayed here - and Mecha recounted how he had walked this path with Neo before, protecting them from the humans amidst sharp exchanges. How they had met the soldier who assisted them here. Pisces. How Sonic had arrived soon after, with Silver barely clinging on to reality in tow.

> OBJECT BLOCKED (TO PREVENT POTENTIAL CONFLICT)

Mecha wandered on, feet trudging slowly through the thick mud towards the main building of the fortress. It was here that Mecha began to hesitate. Memories teetered just on the edge of his mind. Familiar fear coiled in his frame. He stepped around an inactive F-6T Spider Troop Big Foot mech and tried to walk on.

Perhaps this was a bad idea. Maybe they were in over their head. Maybe they should just go home. Be with their brothers. Be safe.

Except, Mecha had found himself in a dissociated trance, and by the time he came back to reality he was already inside. Back within the red-lit corridors that sprawled out like a maze. Mecha was a small animal in an engineered trap, infinitesimally tiny. Blinking lights ahead, those of dying exit signs and underpowered light bulbs, beckoned him like a moth to a lampshade.

"I was supposed to cease functioning here. If not for Neo, Silver and Sonic's intervention, I would have."

He looked down at his hands, raising one to find that it was shaking. His tremors were in overdrive now, so much so that he could hear the metal of his frame vibrate when he recalibrated his auditory sensors. Slowly, Mecha looked to his left to see a broken wall.

This was where he and Neo had fought. The memory was painful. Looking on, Mecha could see that everything was still in disarray - the computer on the floor, in pieces, and the table overturned.

> OBJECT BLOCKED (TO PREVENT POTENTIAL CONFLICT). DO NOT ACCESS.

"I hurt him. He lied. He said that it did not hurt, but I hurt him."

Guilt. Something Mecha had come to despise feeling. It was a strange, sickly kind of pain, one that gripped her entire frame with shame and hurt. But this wasn't about re-living all of the bad - Mecha somehow, amongst the swirling pain, mustered up the courage to tell herself something else.

"But it was not my fault. I attempted to prevent this. I… was injured, too. The situation was beyond my control. My brothers are safe now."

Mecha walked on, leaving this behind. This was the first step of many. A start to whatever this was. He still wasn't quite certain. All he knew now was that he was en route to that place. The place that had haunted his sleep mode for months. The images that brute forced their way into his consciousness over and over for seemingly no reason.

> WHYISTHISHAPPENING_WHYISTHISHAPPENING.

Turning a corner, Mecha soon found himself facing this inner demon. And he faced his cell with the fear of a cervine. Like an animal in headlights, he stared on through the dark. The only light here was that of his red visor, illuminating the center with a stark crimson glow. His vision trailed down to the spot where his chains had once bound him - now gone, of course, but he could see them.

> WHYISTHISHAPPENINGTOME_WHYISTHISHAPPENINGTOME. THEYMIGHTHURTMYBROTHERS_

Something so simple. A room: four corners, a door, the absolute precision, the sharp and straight corners, evenly-spaced bars in a perfectly square window on the door. Trembling with some unknown emotion, Mecha slowly moved in. And there he stood, in the middle, alone. He wasn't sure if it was fear or anger within, now, and it didn't matter. It felt wrong either way. It felt cold and hot at the same time, contrasting, and unbalanced somewhere deep inside. He looked up to see a security camera staring coldly at him, unfeeling and unfazed.

"All that I suffered, all that I endured, here…"

The camera looked through him, silent.

"Why me. What wrong did I commit."

It was brave enough that Mecha managed to find her voice in this room. Perhaps speaking aloud was her way of feeling less alone. Less caged. With herself as her guide she moved further inward, pacing slowly around each corner in a perfect square. Upon the left wall, she spotted something that had not been there before. She steeled herself mentally before reaching up with a trembling hand, fingertips grazing over a wad of paper stuck to the concrete. These were notes. Notes about what had been done to her. Her brothers had destroyed the servers here, functionally destroying all data they held on Mecha, but it appeared written accounts still existed.

And that re-opened the wound in a way she wasn't prepared for.

- Memory banks accessed 08:00PM. All video footage to be studied. May provide important information about the whereabouts of Ivo Robotnik. May provide intelligence regarding his inventions' schematics. Noted that subject stores a small number of names in its memory under the allocation "friend" or "brother." These are to be altered throughout the course of the experiments to study the effects.

"I could have hurt all of you."

- Subject's CPU overclocked 08:30PM. Overheat protection disabled - effects appear to exacerbate subject's viral load. CPU underclock appears to slow viral replication. Subject unresponsive 08:35PM.

"I should have hurt all of you."

Mecha turned and punched a clenched fist straight through the wall. It crumbled as if it was nothing beneath his knuckles, his immense strength clear.

"I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU."

- 10:00PM. Subject's RAM removed for testing. Subject immediately signalled distress and overheat protection enabled to reduce risk. Subject vocalized excessively and requested humane disposal. Noted that the names previously mentioned had their allocations altered as a result of the RAM removal. RAM returned 10:30PM. Subject became violent.

He punched it again, another hole, another broken knuckle joint.

"WHY DID I NOT KILL YOU?!"

- 11:00PM. Subject extremely aggressive/distressed? All testing has ceased for the time being. Subject repeatedly and excessively requesting its "father" and "brothers." When queried, subject does not appear to be able to describe who these individuals are.

And again.

- 00:00. Subject restrained. Has attempted self-destruction. Unsuccessful due to our control of it. Testing is inadvisable due to dangerous behaviour. Strictly authorized personnel to approach only.

"WHY. I ONLY BEGAN TO FEEL FEAR BECAUSE OF YOU."

And again.

"WHY? I WAS A CHILD."

Again. Again. Again. The paper was long destroyed, shreds all over the floor around him.

"I WISH I HAD KILLED YOU. I WISH I HAD KILLED YOU. I WISH I HAD KILLED YOU!"

Minutes passed before Mecha regained enough composure to realize what he had done. Slowly, he withdrew his hand to find his knuckles dented and marred black. With a small, static-laden sob he gripped his fist tightly to his chest and sat down, finding a corner and shuffling into it desperately. Tremors wracked his frame as he rocked back and forth, terrified and enraged and in too much pain to process any of this.

"It is alright... it is alright... it... they will not..."

An hour passed. Mecha remained in this corner, frozen in time and place. But slowly, sensibility began to return. Slowly, he noted the lack of sound outside of the room, the cool temperature, the lack of heat signatures. He took a small moment to focus inward on the sound of his own operations - the way his engine hummed low, the way his components clicked when he moved them, the slight hiss of hydraulics as he shifted a knee out. He lifted his head slowly and looked on through the open door. Saw the small stream of smoke that had formed just above the floor from his engine. It hovered as a ghostly veil dancing in white and grey, gentle around the violence of the broken cell.

Mecha hung his head and shuddered. The cage was open but he wouldn't leave. He wanted to damn himself. He wanted to cry and scream and shout:

I am hurt. I am hurt,

But nobody would come.

Something clicked in Mecha's mind right then. No, nobody was coming this time. This time, Mecha would have to save himself - and he could. He could rewrite this narrative in the present. Make something of all of this, somehow.

"I am... still here."

Slowly, shakily, Mecha brought himself to a stand. He steadied himself and looked on.

"Despite."

Despite the tremors and sickly fear, Mecha began to take the first tentative steps out of that cage. The smoke swirled around his feet as he moved, kicking up into the air, weaving through his joint sockets as if to wash away the hurt.

"I could have killed you, but I did not. I resisted. A part of me wished to do so, and yet, I refused. I had no empathy for any of you."

The ex-war machine walked the corridors with no end goal in mind. Stepped over and around trashed robots on the floor who had once helped to keep him there.

"I still bear no empathy for you. But, I recognize that you have families. Friends. Loved ones, who will await your return. I could not force my pain upon those beings, for it is not just. This is my choice... although I understand that many in my situation would likely not take the same inaction. My lack of empathy does not suggest a lack of compassion."

"I would not be worse than you if I had hurt you in return. But, I would also not be better. I suppose, my response to what occurred is my own. There is no correct or incorrect manner that I could have responded to it. I simply responded. I had no choice. But, I am thankful that I did not harm you. I am thankful that further violence was not necessary for my freedom."

"There was no lesson to be learned. It did not somehow strengthen my psyche. It simply was. I simply am."

Mecha stepped into another room, the entrance lit by a fading fire exit sign. He picked up a metal rod, like the one that had been used to control him at one point - a rather pointless way for them to try to cause him physical pain when he couldn't feel it. He tested its weight in his hands for a moment, then turned and walked back out into the corridor.

"This is what I could have done if I so decided."

The robot went on a warpath. He walked faster, picking up the pace with the rod dragging behind him, screeching metal-on-metal until he was running. He began smashing anything and everything in his path, from monitors on walls to cameras to fire alarms to windows. Doors would cave in. Glass would SMASH. Mecha asserted complete mechanical dominance over every little object, forcing his will over it, so that it might burn and smash into pieces beneath his grip.

"I can still fight."

But this time around, the anger was controlled. Mecha picked his targets consciously. Knew exactly how much force to exert. Knew to channel his hedgehog-murdering tendencies into all of this. He chose to wield his anger well. Eventually, he abandoned the metal rod for the use of his own abilities, using steeled fists, precise and powerful kicks, and smashing straight through doors with his own frame.

"I can still defend myself."

And so, Mecha rammed through a fire escape at the end with his shoulder and stumbled into the outdoors. He was met by the same mud and light rain as before. He stood, engine revving loudly, smoke billowing from behind, visor bright with a precise anger. If he wanted to, he could continue on this warpath. Continue out here, for the world to see, for In his prime, Mecha was lethal. A death machine. Trained and raised to kill without remorse. If he could do this to inanimate objects, he could do far worse to an organic being if he so chose to. But, he had been choosing not to for a long time now. The realization put a stop to the robot's anger quickly. Instead, he now felt a strange sort of relief, as if something had been let out that had been held within for too long.

It felt cathartic, in a small way. She would have to dwell on this later, really try to understand why this was.

She looked down, calming her engine at the same time, to find a small fern sprouting in the dirt. Its fronds curled delicately inward in the same way that all baby ferns did.

Her visor slowly dimmed, signaling that she was settling down, as she knelt to look.

"Pteridium aquilinum. Common bracken."

With the gentleness she had learned to wield, Mecha carefully picked the tiny plant up and held it cupped in her hands, holding it up to get a better look. Plants had fascinated her for a while now, especially knowing that they could perceive light, touch, wind, and even sound to some extent. She couldn't imagine what it was like to live that kind of existence - seeing but unseeing, rooted but free, unknowing but somehow knowing all at once. It was a strange kind of innocence. All Mecha knew was that, like he would his brothers, he wanted to protect that innocence even if he didn't understand it.

"You will not fare well in this location, small fern. I shall take you with me and provide you with optimal conditions. Though, I must question how you have managed to survive in such alkaline soil."

He held the fern to his chest in a gently closed hand and made his way back to the main gates, following back through his own footsteps.

"I will keep you safe."

Mecha wasn't alone for long. He heard something in his peripheral and clocked an aircraft moving quickly towards him. Immediately he was on the defensive, prepared to fight or flee depending on the situation - but the situation was more... confusing.

A familiar face met him from above. Looking up, he saw Eggman staring down at him with some unreadable expression.

"Son."

"... Father."

"Long time no see, my boy." Eggman offered, seeming hesitant.

Mecha began to walk on by, disregarding him purposely. "I suppose I have inherited your tendency to cease searching."

"Wait. Stop."

Mecha paused. A small grain of anger prickled him somewhere deep. "Why have you come here. It is abnormal for you to seek me out specifically."

"I was... checking."

Mecha stayed quiet. Let that prickle run its course - it had clearly helped before to just let himself feel, no matter how foreign it felt.

Eggman heaved a sigh. He rubbed his face with a hand as if both relieved and tired. "You just threw out a distress signal directly to me, you pesky little creature. I was checking that you weren't taken by those government rats again."

Oh. Mecha hadn't realized that he had done that. A quick check of his action logs confirmed this - amongst several exterior damage notifications from caving in the walls.

"... I was not." Mecha answered simply.

"Well, good. Very good indeed." Eggman replied, now trying to sound unbothered with a dismissive flick of his hand.

"Why have you responded? You have declared yourself an enemy of myself and my brothers. What interest could you possibly sustain with us, particularly in regard to our wellbeing? It is unusual for you to question it."

"What? Is an old man not allowed to care about his-"

Mecha cut him off. "You revoked that right not too long ago, I believe. Your true intention laid out clearly would be highly appreciated, for I am not in a sound psychological state at this time."

Eggman leaned forward in his Eggmobile, almost tauntingly. "Fine. If anyone is going to defeat you and that spiny rodent, it's me. Only me. Got that, Mecha?"

Mecha tilted his head, that small amount of anger quickly replaced by bafflement. "That is highly illogical. You would ensure that I was not destroyed by a third party, but bear no conscience in doing so by your own hand."

"Well, yes, I suppose so. But does that matter? I still came to look for you. Be grateful, you little robotic rat."

"What you have said is beyond my understanding. Good day, doctor." Mecha responded with a shake of his head and went to walk on, again.

"I'm still your creator, Mecha. I'm allowed to care once in a while!"

Mecha opened his hand to look at the seedling within. "That time has come to pass, doctor. I know what I am, who I am, and what matters to me. Your hand in my existence was fleeting, and the experiences that I have had since that time are significantly more meaningful. You have come seeking me far too late. That is not a matter that I have any intention of comforting you for, if that is what you seek."

"I had my reasons. You're smart, Mecha, I'm sure you know. It's all for the greater good of the empire."

Mecha didn't stop or look back. "Doctor, father, I gave you everything I had. That was worth more. I... was worth more."

The two parted ways.

Mecha returned home, where Neo and Silver met him halfway, having already left to look for him. They quickly greeted him with concern and relief. Neo helped Mecha to plant his bracken in a pot, complete with acidic soil, by steadying his tremoring hands with his own. Silver provided a blanket and a reading of Mecha's current favourite computer manual.

Maybe he couldn't run from his pain, but he could run home to what mattered, and keep on going, despite.

#fanfiction #trauma tw #abuse tw #mecha sonic #let mecha kill <3 she deserves it #jk if she doesnt want to thats her choice

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lazarus---rising · 1 year

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mini guide to the mechanisms for my non mechs followers who have zero clue what im saying when i talk about them

jonny d'ville;

role: captain first mate mechanism: heart last death: stabbed straight through the heart during a bar fight backstory: born and raised on a planet called new texas, took hitman jobs from one eyed jack to pay off his father's debt . in one of the jobs, he killed his dad . after he got mechanized, he went back to new texas and burnt down the casino one eyed jack ran.

gunpowder tim;

role: master at arms mechanism: eyes last death: crashed into a space station with a gunship backstory: him and his best friend bertie joined the starborne infantry to fight in the war against the moon kaiser . bertie died during the war, sending tim into a crazy rage, absolutely destroying kaiser's forces, eventually getting caught and taken away for execution, he managed to distract the guards and set off a canon, blowing up the moon. he survived by hiding in an escape pod, but couldnt get the visor closed in time, therefore losing his eyes.

drumbot brian;

role: pilot mechanism: everything except his heart last death: threw himself back into space backstory: landed one day on a random planet with no memory, the townsfolk were convinced he was a witch and threw him into space , everything except his heart completely froze .

ashes o'reilly;

role: quartermaster mechanism: lungs last death: dropped a match into gasoline on an un-named planet , setting it on fire as the final light in the universe . backstory: recruited into a gang at the age of 11, 12 years later, was framed as a double agent and trapped in a burning building. got mechanized, went back to the planet and burnt the whole thing down.

raphaella la cognizi;

role: science officer mechanism: wings last death: took a piece of the broken aurora, and flew into a black hole with it, as one last experiment. backstory: N/A

ivy alexandria;

role: archivist mechanism: brain last death: got trapped inside a library planet that caught on fire in a war . backstory: she was born and raised around books, she died (unexplained why) and had her brain mechanized. she cant remember her past , it comes back to her in dreams that she doesnt remember when she wakes .

marius von raum;

role: ship's doctor mechanism: right arm last death: eaten by octokittens after checking on them . backstory: he's from a planet with what used to be very powerful weapons, that slowly degraded from years of war . him and an un-named person tried to stop the war, but failed .

nastya rasputina;

role: ship's engineer mechanism: (quicksilver) blood last death(?): she ejected herself out into space before the bifrost incident, because the aurora 'wasnt the same ship anymore, being replaced piece by piece until she was a different person.' backstory: she was raised on a technologically advanced planet, and killed during a revolution, then being mechanized.

the toy soldier;

role: N/A, does almost anything it's told to as long as the directions are clear (autism) mechanism: everything but its voice last death: after all the other mechanisms died, it simply stopped pretending. backstory: The Toy Soldier originally lived with a widow who collected clockwork figures. She treated the Toy Soldier like it was her husband and tried to teach it to act like him. she died, and the Toy Soldier was donated to a museum. one day, it just decided to leave, wandering out into the street and ending up joining the Salvation Army.it met person who it ended up falling in love with. but they were in love with someone else, and the Toy Soldier killed them and took their voice. It was then found by an antiques dealer, and ended up being bought by the Mechanisms to replace Jonny for a show while he was in prison . then it just stuck around .

erm . sorry that probably made everything more confusing !

#this is also for myself because i keep forgetting their backstories and mechanisms lol #WHY ARE THE PHOTOS FOR TOY SOLDIER ND NASTYA SO SMALL WHA #yeah this bands lore gets . a little silly with it

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Life's New Adventures and Secrets

Chapter 9

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Steeljaw and the others see Metalsound running over to them in a panic, "Metalsound, what's wrong?" Steeljaw asked.

"We have trouble, or rather you do," she replied as she transformed. "Can I talk to you two for a moment?" She asked Steeljaw and Strongarm.

Steeljaw and Strongarm look at each other and then back at her, "Sure."

"Watch Nightback, Dad!" Strongarm yells to Magnus as she walks away with the two.

Metalsound led them away from the others before facing them, "Did you promise any femmes that you would become their mate?" She asked Steeljaw.

"Huh? Yeah, a couple I think. Why?"

"Any of them a Wolf-Con? Because there's one out there that you promised to be mates with."

"Yes. Out where?"

"Here on Earth, in the forest several miles out."

"What, Quickshadow is here!?"

"You made a promise to a couple of femmes that you would mate with them?" Strongarm asked him with a raised optic ridge.

"Yes, I did promise a couple of femmes I would be their mate. But that was a long time ago and I'm not that mech anymore," he promised as he held Strongarm's servos with his own.

"And who is this Quickshadow?"

"She's a Wolf-Con I met a long time ago. As time went on I realized how crazy and obsessed with me she was."

"Is that why you broke it off with her and broke your promise?"

"Yes."

"Is she a Yandere?" Metalsound asked.

"What is that?" Steeljaw asked her in confusion.

"A Yandere is where one is in love with another, but it's more of an obsessive love. They will do anything to keep their love interest happy, they will even kill those that appear as a threat to their love interest or even kill said love interest. A Yandere is mostly associated with women, but there are male Yanderes sometimes."

"Then yes, she is."

"Great. And she's a Wolf-Con as well," Strongarm said as she started to worry, more so for their son. "Does she know about him mating with me and us having a sparkling?" She asked Metalsound.

"Yes, someone named Voltstrike was watching us earlier."

"So he saw us and went back to report to her," Steeljaw says starting to feel scared for his family, "What did she say?" He asked Metalsound. Metalsound replayed what she had heard. When it was over Steeljaw was feeling outraged, "That psycho bitch will not get anywhere near Strongarm or Nightback! I'll kill her if she tries anything!"

"If she doesn't come after you first, and watch the language. We have the kids roaming around the scrapyard somewhere. She took a good chunk out of a tree in her temper tantrum," Metalsound growled, she was worried for the family.

"Yeah that's her, she's big at throwing a tantrum when she can't get what she wants. She's very spoiled."

"That or it's something deeper in her psyche," Metalsound mused, "You okay, Strongarm?" She walked over to her when she noticed that the femme was quiet.

"Not really but I will be," she replied.

Metalsound smiled at her, "I'll let you two talk this out. I better check on Ember," she said as she walked away.

"Why didn't you tell me you had actually made a promise to a couple of femmes?" Strongarm asked Steeljaw after Metalsound left. Strongarm sees his hesitance to answer, "Do you still have feelings for her?"

"No, when I found out what she had done I ended all contact with her," he shuddered at the memory.

"What did she do?"

"She killed a femme, who tried to get too close to me," he closed his optics as he remembered the whole incident, "There was Energon everywhere, and the femme's body was dismembered."

"Are you serious!?"

"I wish I wasn't."

"No wonder you left her. Were there any feelings there before that happened?"

"It was a mutual friendship, but everything I told her was a lie."

"So, you were just using her like the others and you had no intention to mate with her even though you promised?"

"Yes," Steeljaw looked to the ground, feeling ashamed of himself.

"How would you feel if you saw her again?"

"Furious, and scared. She threatened you and our son. Our son." Steeljaw hated to admit it but he was scared beyond belief for his family, "I love you, and I love Nightback."

Strongarm hugged him, "We'll work through this together. I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered as he nuzzled her helm.

"We can't let this femme tear our family apart."

"I know. Amazingly, we've been through so much trial over these past years, and yet our love is still strong, and has been for almost 5 years."

Strongarm smiled, "Yes it has, and it will stay just as strong in the years to come."

After a couple of minutes Steeljaw pulls back, "Let's go on patrol to clear our processors." Strongarm agreed and they headed out for patrol. "You know our anniversary is in a couple of days," Steeljaw said to Strongarm as he drove next to her.

"Do you have anything special planned for us?"

"Of course I do, I told you that the last time you asked," he chuckled. "Can't believe it's been five years."

"And you still won't tell me what you're planning," she chuckled. "Time sure has flown by."

"Nope, you'll have to wait. It's amazing seeing as I've never been with anyone this long before."

"I know, and I never really thought I would be with anyone. I figured my training would take up my time."

"How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Including you, one."

"I'm the only one?"

"Yes, but a few mechs back at the academy asked me out. I told them I was too busy studying or training."

"Wasn't interested or something?"

"I never was interested in any of them."

"How come?"

"I don't know. I just wasn't."

"What made you interested in me?"

"Because of what you said when I beat you in our last fight as Decepticon and Autobot," she replied with a blush.

"What? I'm starting to like you, Cadet?"

Hearing the old compliment/taunt made her blush even harder, "I kind of liked it when you called me cadet."

"Really? Why?"

"I'm not sure, I just do."

"But you didn't seem to like it when I called you cadet before that."

"That was back when we were on different sides. I actually miss it when you call me that."

"I didn't think you even fell for that line."

"I didn't, but it really made me think. If you hadn't said that I wouldn't have given you a chance in the first place."

"Really? In that case, I'm very glad I said it, Cadet."

Strongarm giggled as she drove a little closer to him, "Want to take this off-road?" She asked seductively, "We could have another game of tag."

"Most certainly," he replied seductively. Revving her engine she made a turn onto a dirt road. Revving his engine, Steeljaw followed.

Strongarm transformed as she ran to hide behind a tree, holding her servo to her mouth to muffle her laughter. Steeljaw transformed as well and started sniffing the air, smelling out her scent. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying Strongarm's scent to Steeljaw, along with two other scents.

Hearing something moving, Strongarm looked in the direction of the sound, unable to see anything.

Steeljaw growled as he recognized the other two scents. He smelt them in the direction where Strongarm was, he ran over to her location. Come to me, Strongarm, now!

Why, what's--? Strongarm's question was cut short when she felt something hit her helm, knocking her out.

Strongarm? Strongarm! He couldn't get a reply from her and darted to her location only to get knocked out when he got there.

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