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randofics · 2 years

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Night Drive

TFP Optimus prime x southern reader

I was listening to some romantic country songs and thought this one up. It starts off slow. Optimus needs some love so let's give it to him. Soft dom Optimus but who am I kidding there's no way he wouldn't be a dom.

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Optimus was many things but you were sure he didn't have a sexual (bone) in him. He never did or said anything towards anyone that was even accidentally sexual. But he was most definitely attractive at least to you. His voice was so deep and it sent shivers down your spine when he spoke to you. You knew however that you couldn't make a move on him. He's centuries older and not even the same species let alone size.

You were on your phone sitting on the couch when his voice caught your attention. He stood next to Rachet at the computer asking him something. With your earbuds in it was hard to tell what he was saying. He noticed you looking at him and gave you a smile continuing his chat with Rachet. You looked back to your phone and an idea came to your mind. You swapped to your camera and took a picture of him as he leaned forward hands on the edge of the table holding the computers.

You made it your home screen pic knowing that you barely used your phone when you were out in public. Let alone not have any apps open so it wasn't covered. You chuckled when you looked the photo over again. You were startled by Optimus's voice as he called to you. He had turned around and was looking at you. You took out your earbuds so you could hear him properly. " Come with me y/n." You stood and without question jogged down the steps to the concrete floor. He transformed into his alt mode and popped his driver side door open for you.

"Where we headed Op?" You buckled your seatbelt and placed your hands on his steering wheel. "You'll see." He drove out through the bases tunnel and into the cool desert night. "You mind if I put on some music?" He chuckled. "Go ahead." His radio came on and you twisted the dial to a country music station. He mentioned once that he rather liked country music, and you thought it fit his personality perfectly. As he continued to drive you looked out the window watching the desert go by in a blur.

He slowed and turned down a dirt road. You were far from town and there wasn't an artificial light in sight, only the stars and his headlights. Your heartrate quickened as you thought about what he was planning. You were sure he wouldn't do anything nefarious but it still made you a bit nervous. He drove up a hill and parked giving you a view of the Nevada desert. Large rock pillars were scattered about below, and the stars shown spectacularly. "I come here occasionally to think or clear my processor." "So why did you bring me here?" "Well it's also rather beautiful like you." You blushed at his compliment.

He did not just compliment you! You couldn't believe it, he had never even shown signs that he liked you more than as a friend. "Th- thank you Optimus." You didn't know what else to say and neither did he apparently as he didn't say anything either. You looked at the stars through his windshield, leaning back against his seat. (Sugarland- want to) started to play on the radio making the awkward atmosphere turn comfortable again. You relaxed as the calming music played. Suddenly a shooting star flew across the sky and you wished this moment wouldn't end anytime soon. As you looked at the stars you tried to find constellations. You eventually found Ursa major but couldn't find anything else. The song soon ended but it was quickly followed by (Luke Bryan- Drunk on you). The lyrics made you blush and your heart beat faster again.

Optimus had noticed the change in atmosphere as well as the lyrics. As he pictured what the man was singing about he couldn't help but think how similar his description of the woman was to you. You were wearing cowboy boots and well used bell bottom jeans with a tight t-shirt. The song slowd a bit as the man sang some of the last lyrics.

So let's slip on out where it's a little bit darker

And when it gets a little bit hotter

We'll take it off on out in the water

Those lyrics left him thinking about you in the water of a pond at night, your clothes hanging on the branch of a tree. How he would love to hold you and kiss you as you swam in the cool water.

He turned on his holoform which fizzled as it became visible. It startled you at first but when you realized it was just his holoform you relaxed again. You had seen it a couple of times and you couldn't help but think it was just as attractive as the real thing. "Hey." "Hello." He smiled at you. This was so awkward! Yet you also wished you were in his lap right now. You noticed the shirt his holoform had on was a plaid button up with a white shirt underneath. He usually had a generals uniform on but you guessed this holoform was for civilian work. (Lee Brice- Rumor) came on next and you turned the volume down a bit. You decided to try something.

You leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "What was that for?" He looked perplexed. "Cause your always so sweet and for that compliment earlier." "Perhaps I should compliment you more often then." You blushed madly as he gave you a small grin. He most definitely just flirted with you. "Why don't you come over here so I can compliment other parts of you." You were as red as a tomato now. "Um o-ok." You climbed over the center console and into his lap. His hands landed on your hips. "How about we follow what this man is singing about? Let's give the others something to talk about." You squeaked at that making him chuckle. "Would you like that?" You nodded in response and his hand cups your cheek, bringing you closer. Your lips connect and you moan into him. Your hands go up to his hair to pull on the black and grey locks.

He deepens the kiss sliding his tongue into your mouth. He pulls your hips flush to his and places a hand on the small of your back. When you break away from him for air he takes the chance to attack your neck. When he finds your sweet spot you mewl and tug his hair harder. "Op-Optimus!"

"Mmm." That sound sends shivers down your spine. He licks your throat making you thrust your hips into him. He grunts at your movement. He grabs your rear with both hands and thrusts into your clothed core making you arch your back. He kisses you again as he ruts into you. Your nails scratching his back. You cry out at a particularly well placed thrust. His hands roam over your back and sides as he thrusts into you harder he lifts your shirt over your head suddenly and then starts to kiss your chest. Your coil tightens as his thrusts get rougher.

"Come on baby let go." He growls in your ear making your coil tighten even further. You're almost there. He let's out a possessive growl that makes your coil finally snap. Your thighs tighten on his hips and your body goes rigid as you release. You cry out his name and that tips him over the edge. He uses both hands to push your hips into him as much as possible. He grunts and growls in your ear as he releases. You relax in his arms and try to steady your breath. Your hand goes to his cheek making him look at you. You kiss him sweetly and feel him relax under you. Pulling away you press your forehead against his. "I suppose I should take you home so you can rest." You sigh then yawn confirming that you are tired. "Can we stay like this for a bit?" He chuckles. "Of course darling."

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moonlight-tmd · 6 months

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"According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyways. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible."

I love that!! I wanna know prowlbee or blitzbee reactions! To both the remaining nubs of his wings and when he gets them fully back! Love the part-insecticon! bee au <33

This was bound to get quoted at some point, why am i surprised-

Ok so, to start this train off:

When Bee was injured none of them didn't knew what Waspinator meant- Bee's back was completely covered in energon and Bee himself had a hard time staying awake cuz of energon loss and pain. They were forced to wait outside medbay- after a long waiting perior Bee came out of medbay with Ratchet following close behind, They tried to talk to him but Bee just quickly retreated back to his room.

They all were really worried about him but what really caught eveyone's attention were the 2 short struts covered in tattered and sooted mesh of some sort hanging from his bandaid-covered back. They only saw it for a short time, standing in shock before Bee turned the corner and disappeared into his room.

"Were those...?" "Wings? Yes,.. or rather what is left of them." Optimus' sentence was finished by Ratchet. They asked few questions, confused and worried.

"All I know is that they've been like this for a very long time now. Beyond repair in my opinion." Ratchet said before telling them Bee was off-duty for the time he recovers and that they don't speak to him about his wings if he doesn't want to. (more under cut cuz long)

Alright, ProwlBee version: (1/2) (Scroll down to skip to BlitzBee)

Prowl was very worried, he always was when Bee got hurt. Whenever they talked about animals that can fly Bee was always a tad bitter- now Prowl knew why. After Ratchet had explained he tried to talk to Bee but he jsut locked himself inside his room and wasn't answering to Prowl speaking thru the door.

The next day Bee was mostly staying away from the group, he had a blanket over his back and shoulders to hide the wing-nubs. He was acting like nothing happened and he was just recovering from an injury but Prowl saw right thru that facade- Bee was hurting and grieving. Prowl pulled him to his room and comforted him- they talked. Prowl eventually asked about his wings- slowly Bee opened up to him, he said basically what Ratchet told them, it was clear he didn't really wanna talk about it but he still did. At one point Prowl asked if he can see them so Bee sat in front of him and pulled his blanket down-

"How did this happen?" Prowl's vox was quiet, unsure of the ground he was treading on right now.

"...You know how i told you i had a bad time at Carequarters?" Bee prompted. At one point of their relationship they shared their sparklinghood stories- Prowl knew Bee had been living in Carequarters before running away and living on the streets- the one Caretaker there was very abusive towards Bee especially, She had punished Bee for any reason- he endured physical or mental abuse, he was almost treated like a slave there. Prowl didn't like where this was going...

"She didn't-..." Prowl stuttered.

"She did...." Bee only said before going completely quiet. They just sat there, Bee's back and wings towards Prowl. Bee just stared at the floor, unable to do or say anything else.

The only thing that broke the long silence afterwards was Prowl's gentle hug and the spot he rested his helm of getting wet by his tears. Bee felt shivers on his back- Prowl let him go as soon as he felt Bee move away in fear he might have accidentally hurt him. They looked at each other and Bee started crying too. So they just sat there in a comforting hug.

Prowl was very gentle with Bee in his recovery. He made sure the blanket over his shoulders was secure and wouldn't fall off. Since Bee couldn't lay on his back or his sides cuz they hurt he was bound to recharge on his chassis, Prowl let him cuddle on top of him when they went to recharge together. He also helped him when Bee had to pick up stuff from the floor. He stayed by his side 24/7 almost.

If Prowl was watching a documentary about birds or insects that fly he's switch the channel, Bee has told him that he can watch them if he wants and that he won't be upset but Prowl insisted that he can watch repeats on his own and right now he wants to watch something both of them would enjoy. It's a small thing but it brought a smile to Bee's face.

So after Bee recovered and his subspace was put back into place nothing really happened. Only like about 2 months later Blackarachnia showed up with her weird bug-robots with acid weapons something did happen- she shot Bee with a dart with some toxin and he started to act weird. He was all sleepy and hungry all the time. Ratchet didn't know what happened- his systems seemed fine but there was definitelly something up. Bee was also getting sensitive to touch, he avoided it almost- one night despite Prowl insisting he recharge with him, he refused and said he just needed to rest by himself for a little.

And that's the night it happened.

Bee was unaware of what was happening- he tossed and turned in his berth, knocking all plushies and covers off. Some weird substance began leaking out of his transformation seams and intake. He rolled in it and slowly, layer after layer a cocoon was formed.

The next day Prowl woke up later than usual, the rest of the team was already awake by the time we got out of his room to refuel. Sari(upgraded), who was at the base, went to see how Bee was doing- they heard a scream and rushed to his room- only to find the metallic cocoon laying on his berth.

Everyone was panicking, what is this, what happened, did Bee die- "That... looks like a cocoon." Prowl managed to break thru the shock and worry and answer their question. He didn't know what happened.

After everyone has somewhat calmed down they interviewed Prowl for answers since he was all about creatures and animals- he already knew what to do in winter when the team learned Bee was part-insecticon. And so, the cocoon was moved to medbay to monitor if Bee's still alive in there- it was tricky cuz whatever it was made of blocked the life signature except for few places.

So nothing has happened and everyone was anxious, then about 3 weeks later when Sari was checking on the cocoon while the team was having a talk in the main room she heard... knocking? She looked closely and saw a crack forming on the cocoon and more scratching sounds.

"GUYS- SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!" She yelled as she flew out into the main room for a moment before rushing back in medbay with the rest following. They all gathered around the medberth the cocoon was on watching as more cracks formed... as the cocoon was almost open, Prowl remembered something particular about insecticons hatching.

"Wait- I don't think we should stand this clo-" Prowl tried to warn them but it was too late- the cocoon exploded open and all the slimy stuff sprayed on Optimus, Bulkead and Prowl. Ratchet didn't risk it so he stood a litte further away and Sari hid behind Optimus just in time.

They had little time to act grossed out before something began to move inside the open cocoon- slowly a little clawed servo appeared at the edge, then another,.. and then Bee's helm with a sleepy expression.

"Ughhh, what happened?..." He said as he blinked open his optics, he looked at his servo. "Why am I all slimy 'n' stuff?"

The others were relieved to see him alive. Optimus helped him out of the cocoon cuz he was stuggling a little- the slimy dripped off of his frame as Optimus held him up and placed him next to it on the medberth. His frame was different- covered in some sort of ruffled- fur? He also had a metal abdomen- or his subspace on his rear. It was all kinda sticky cuz of the slime but it had dried off rather quickly. He was a bit dizzy when the others explained what happened, he didn't even know it was possible. At some point he shook himself off from the remaining moisture and that's when his wings lifted- presenting themselves in their full glory, spread behind his back.

Bee was confused until they mentioned what was on his back- he tried to turn around and get the best look at them as possible- it was... how? He was so joyous and confused and panicked and flabergasted- he did start crying a little his wings fluttered rapidly cuz he was so happy- he almost flew off the medberth cuz of how fast his wings moved.

They spend the rest of the evening marveling at what Bee has become- surpriusingly the insecticon genes only affected his root mode- his car alt mode was completely intact besides having fluffy seats now.

Prowl was actually overwhelmed- Bee was okay and alive, but he also was something different! He was already fascinated by the cocoon and very curious what Bee will look like when he comes out but this was more that he imagined. Especially when Sari made a grand discovery when she hugged Bee after he dried off from the slime- he was soft. Very soft. She literally buried her face in his fluff and wouldn't let go. Prowl has tried to hold off from touching Bee too much- he was still very cuddly when it came to public affection. But BOY once they were all alone getting ready to recharge- Prowl has trapped Bee in a hug and buried his faceplate in his collar-fluff and DID NOT let go even after they woke up the next morning. He helped Bee learn how to hover and fly, Bee would pick him up and they'd fly in circles around the plant all the time. Another thing was that Bee buzzed when he was happy- his wings fluttered and made sound that could be put on same level as purring. It was adorable. His glossa became interesting too- it was oddly long and could act like a straw. Prowl was not amused when Bee decided to leave a long, wet lick on his faceplate as a joke.

Bee was so happy and Prowl was so happy for him- If he thought Bee was cute before then now that cuteness has tenfolded.

Aight so now is the BlitzBee version: (2/2) (this one is a little better in my opinion. So to spare you reading back and forth i will just copy-paste story parts over to this version and make this post longer :3 )

Blitzwing has switched sides a while ago, Megatron and other 'cons have been captured with his help. Everything was fine- then Waspinator showed up and hurt his little hummel. He was anxiously waiting outside medbay, it's been almost 2 hours since Bee got in there all bloody. The doors opened and Bee stepped out, Blitz was quick to rush to him but Bee dodged him and quickly retreated to him room. Blitz was about to call out but the words died in his vocalizer as he saw a familiar shaped struts sprouting from Bee's patched up back. He knew what those were at first glance- and the state they were in was horrifying, even if he saw them for just a short moment. He barely registered what Ratchet said, he went after Bee in amidst conversation.

They were quartered together since the start of Blitz being an Autobot, he had the right to go into his own room- he knocked and called out to Bee, when he didn't get an answer he slowly opened the door and peeked in- Bee was bundled up in the big blanket on their shared, enlarged berth. He came in, closed the door and sat next to Bee. Bee didn't want to talk at first and stayed quiet, but few prompting words form Blitz did the trick and Bee started talking a little. Blitz asked about the wings and why didn't he tell him. Bee told him there was no point in showing cuz they're useless anyway and he often forgot he even had them.

"How long have zhey been like zhis?" Blitzwing has asked soon.

"Long enough for the thing you call "Grounder Disease" to fully develop..." Bee has answered, sadness in his voice always present.

"The Caretaker said that 'Autobots having wings is wrong'... so she burned them..." Bee simply said when Blitzwing asked what made them like this. At one point of their relationship they shared their stories from the past- Blitz knew Bee had been living in Carequarters before running away and living on the streets- the one Caretaker there was very abusive towards Bee especially, She had punished Bee for any reason- he endured physical and mental abuse, he was almost treated like a slave there. Blitz didn't say anything. After a very long silence the only thing heard was a quiet whirl of his faceplates changing as he pulled Bee into a gentle yet firm hug. Bee felt Blitzwing shake, he felt the wetness growing on his shoulder but he didn't do anything except lean into the hug. Blitz was crying- mourning the tragic and unfair loss of the one thing every flier cherished. He couldn't imagine living without his own wings- whenever Bee went flying with him he always marveled at the beauty of the sky and the view from up above. Knowing that Bee could have had experienced such wonders independently and freely hurt- he was robbed of something before he even knew it. Blitz was there, his hotheaded personality silently crying while holding Bee close ot his Spark, the emotions locked inside brewing a storm while the outside stood still.

Blitz was extremely gentle and protective of him in his recovery, often opting to carry the minibot aroudn instead of letting him walk on his own. He spoke to Bee about his wings sometimes, never pushed Bee to talk if he really didn't want to. Blitzwing was the only one Bee would let down the blanket for and let him see or touch the damaged nubs of wings he had. Bee was embarrased to show him- Blitzwing had such beautiful and strong wings and he... he just had those dark, weak things growing out of his back for no purpose. At some point when Blitz was looking over Bee's broken pride he asked if he wanted to regain control over them.

"But what the point? They're useless anyway..." Being Bee's answer. His wings were broken, he couldn't fly so what was the point in wanting them to move?

"Maybe... but knowing zhey are zhere is a very important zhing zhat any flier would tell jou." Blitz said. Bee never responded to that so he dropped the topic- what he didn't know was that this has been haunting Bee's processor for the rest of his recovery days.

Once Bee was getting fixed by Ratchet and it was just them 2, he asked the medic about the Grounder Disease Therapy.

"I mean, i know they're useless and i'll never fly with them... but it still would be cool if i could move them again." Bee confessed then, the tiniest tug on his derma forming a hopeful smile present. Ratchet agreed to help him.

So, from then on Bee's been going to medbay with Ratchet everyday- the others noticed that and were worried but Bee clarified everything was fine. Blitzwing however was near panicking cuz Bee didn't tell him about what was wrong and why he's in medbay so often. As the 2 week mark hit Bee pulled Blitz into their room and locked the door. He was oddly happy having just gone out of medbay. Blitz couldn't take it and nearly yelled at Bee to tell him what is wrong. Bee explained that he remembered what Blitz said about that therapy- he sat in front of him, back facing Blitzwing, his subspace clicked and slid down revealing the sad little wing-nubs. But Bee wasn't all sad like last time, in fact he todl Blitz to look closely- after few small grunts something happened; Bee's wing-nubs have twitched.

Bee was so happy and so was Blitz. He was there every step of the way, Bee's area on the back with wings was always numb but with the therapy ongoing he was beginning to get the feeling in it again. One day after 2 months of therapy when Blitz was chatting with Bee and running his servos along his back to soothe the soreness after therapy , he felt a tickle on his servos. Bee was laughing and if he looked down he would see these 2 little tattered nubs twitching happily.

"Blitz?" Bee asked when Blitz has been quiet for too long.

"Hummel... JA DOING ZHE HAPPY FLUTTERS!!" He began to say before switching to his random face and picking Bee up and spinning with him. "HOORAY FOR HAPPY FLUTTERS! HAPPY BEE GO BUZZ BUZZ!!"

Few days later however, things took a turn- Blackarachnia showed up with her weird bug-robots with acid weapons something happened- she shot Bee with a dart with some toxin and he started to act weird. He was all sleepy and hungry all the time. Ratchet didn't know what happened- his systems seemed fine but there was definitelly something up. Bee was also getting sensitive to touch, he avoided it almost- Blitzwing was very worried, Bee has stopped cuddling up to him. One night Bee just wasn't feeling it at all and said he just needed to rest by himself for a little. So Blitz was recharging on the couch that night.

And that's the night it happened.

Being adjusted to function in the night cycle most of the time, Blitz woke up way later than when Bee did. It was Prowl who woke him up, the rest of the team was already awake. Sari(upgraded), who was at the base, went to see how Bee was doing- they heard a scream and rushed to his room- only to find the metallic cocoon laying on his berth.

Blitz was so scared and confused- he knew he should have not left Bee alone- what happened?? Everyone was panicking, what is this, what happened, did Bee die- Blitz wanted to rip whatever this thing was open and get Bee out but Prowl stopepd him.

In the meantime Prowl and Sari were on a research quest trying to put the pieces together about bugs and insecticons- Blitz was very much panicked and freaked out when he heard that bugs melt inside cocoons- He refused to acknowledge it as true.

"Wait- I don't think we should stand this clo-" Prowl tried to warn them but it was too late- the cocoon exploded open and all the slimy stuff sprayed on Optimus, Bulkhead, Blitzwing and Prowl. Ratchet didn't risk it so he stood a litte further away and Sari hid behind Optimus just in time.

"Ughhh, what happened?..." He said as he blinked open his optics, he looked at his servo. "Why am I all slimy 'n' stuff?"

The others were relieved to see him alive. Blitz helped him out of the cocoon cuz he was stuggling a little- the slimy dripped off of his frame as Blitz held him up and placed him next to it on the medberth. His frame was different- covered in some sort of ruffled- fur? He also had a metal abdomen- or his subspace, on his rear. It was all kinda sticky cuz of the slime but it had dried off rather quickly. He was a bit dizzy when the others explained what happened, he didn't even know it was possible. At some point he shook himself off from the remaining moisture and that's when his wings lifted- presenting themselves in their full glory, spread behind his back. Bee was confused about their expressions until Blitz spoke up-

"Jour vings... Zhey're- switch ZHEY'RE SO PRETTY!!"

Bee tried to turn around and get the best look at them as possible- it was... how? He was so joyous and confused and panicked and flabergasted- he did start crying a little his wings fluttered rapidly cuz he was so happy- he almost flew off the medberth cuz of how fast his wings moved.

"HAHAHA! Don't get too happy now- or jou might fly avay!~" Blitz had joked as he caught Bee mid-air.

Blitzwing was so happy- Bee was alive! And also cuter than ever! Sari made a grand discovery when she hugged Bee after he dried off from the slime- he was soft. Very soft. She literally buried her face in his fluff and wouldn't let go. Blitzwing wouldn't either- he would not stop hugging Bee at all- the whole time they talked Blitz had him on his lap. He was very gentle and considerate towards his wings too. Speaking of- Bee had put them on full display once they were alone in their room. They were so beautiful, the most beautiful wings he had ever seen. Of course Blitz would not have it any other way than to bury his faceplate in Bee's fluff for recharge, Bee had a odd but nice smell to him after hatching it was so surprising.

Blitz helped him learn how to fly and before they knew it Bee was zooming all around the base happily. Another thing was that Bee buzzed when he was happy- his wings fluttered and made sound that could be put on same level as purring. It was adorable. Some time after his hatching Sari and Bee were jokingly teasing one another, she has made a funny face at Bee with here tongue sticking out and Bee decided to mimic it- the look on everyone's faces when his glossa came out 5x as long, similar to Blitzwing's black face glossa. It was certainly interesting... Blitzwing now knew how it felt when he shoved his glossa down Bee's intake in a french kiss. It also acted as a straw for some reason which was a cool feat.

All in all, if he thought Bee was cute before then now that cuteness has tenfolded.

GEEZ THAT IS LONG- HOPE YOU SURVIVED THE TEXTWALL ONSLAUGHT.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #blitzbee #prowlbee #tfa au #part-insecticon!bumblebee au #long post

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fictional-love-is-my-life · 27 days

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Can I get bay Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Hotrod with the reader's child where they need to go into a gas station so they leave them with the child, how would the bots feel about being left with a child, like it would try opening the doors, jump on the seats, beeps the horn or just start crying cus momma is gone.

Do you think the bots would say "next time take the kid" "I didn't sign up for babysitting duty" once the reader gets in after paying the gas

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Optimus:

He believes that the best place for a child is beside their parent. However, if you ask him, he will watch your child for you. He would prefer not to, but he will if it is required.

For a few minutes, it is peaceful, but then your child starts to act up. He tries to calm them but he has no experience caring for human children and does not know what to do. The whole time you are gone is an unpleasant experience for him and he hopes you come back quickly.

He will be honest when you return, about how distressed your child was. He'll suggest that next time you should take them with you.

He will also be willing to learn how to better calm down a child, if necessary. But he thinks it is best that he not be left alone with them again.

Ironhide:

He starts to see you leaving without your child. And immediately requests you to take them. "Do not forget to take your sparkling with you."

He does not want to care for the child, even if it is for a little bit. He doesn't want the responsibility or the mess. If you plead, then he will relent. "Just this once, but never again."

He instantly regrets it. Your child starts crying, and pulling on his door handles, hitting his side wanting to get out. He groans and grumbles to himself, then starts trying to ask the kid to stop. His voice sounds gruff, which causes your child to cry more. Which annoys him further.

The second you come back he complains to you. "Do not leave your child with me ever again!" He demands.

Ratchet:

He is fine with looking after them. He is trustworthy and he promises to keep an eye on them. He also understands that you may occasionally need a break from the stressors of parenting, and is happy to help.

He's done a lot of research about humans of all ages. So he has a little bit of knowledge about how to care for them and how to keep them calm. He uses a soft, low, soothing voice to talk to them.

He can entertain them long enough. They eventually start to get fussy, but by that time you had come back. He might do some more research and be even more prepared for the next time you ask him to babysit.

Bumblebee:

He's happy to watch your child. He knows they can be a lot to handle and it can be easier to go to the store without them. He also feels happy that you trust him enough to take care of your child.

He plays music, makes funny noises, and tries to talk to them. He even has some movies downloaded. Though he doesn't have a screen, so he can only play the audio. Unfortunately, that doesn't work very well with kids. But he tries.

He doesn't stress out when they start to get antsy and move around, treading on his seats. He's dealt with Sam climbing around inside him. He just keeps doing his best to keep them inside until you return. It helps that he has complete control over his locks.

Hot Rod:

He does not want your child left with him. He was very reluctant to let your kid inside him at all. He is very protective over his interior and knows that kids get everything dirty. He let you and your child in trying to be nice, and under the impression it would be a quick ride.

When you tried to leave he instantly protested. He tried very hard to make you take your kid, not wanting to care for them at all, no matter how fast you would be. Unfortunately, you were able to leave.

Hot Rod was annoyed, but the second your kid started to act up he got even more peeved. He tried to tell the child to calm down, trying to be as calm-sounding as possible. He tried to play music, or use threats like "I'll tell your parent" and "Just wait till your parent gets back" but it didn't have much effect. Every time they jumped on his seats or honked his horn he got frustrated and demanded the child to stop.

When you get back he drives back in silence. He allows the kid to get out and get out of earshot, then he pulls you aside. "For your future travel requests, please use someone else, as I will not take your little one for a drive ever again."

#ask #transformers #transformers bayverse #optimus #ironhide #ratchet #bumblebee #hot rod

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deadlifeseries · 5 months

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So unlike you

Oh boy oh boy angst time. This was requested by my mutual @callisto-moon-bot150 she asked for angst with a happy ending, involving Prowl and Bulkhead arguing.

Honestly it was hard to think of something they'd argue about but i figured it out, this ficlet takes place during\after that one episode where Prowl teams up with Lockdown and has a sort of craze for mods.

"Prowl?.... PROWL! What do you think you're doing?! You can't go after Starscream alone!" Bulkhead looked towards the sky at the small ship that Prowl took to go after the allspark signal on the moon.

"Don't worry, Bulkhead. I know what I'm doing, I have the emp and stasis cuffs there's nothing to worry about". Prowl's tone was as calm as ever, but something about the confidence in his voice felt different. Prowl wasn't one to doubt his abilities, but he was never cocky. Now his words were laced with the kind of overconfidence that Bulkhead wold moreso expect from Bumblebee.

Soon thereafter Prowl went into complete radio silence. Of course this worried everyone, especially Bulkhead. But they could still pick up his energy signature and no distress calls so they all hoped for the best.

But nobody could have guessed what would happen next.

To see Lockdown again was bad on it's own, to see Lockdown with Prowl was worse. But to see Prowl and Lockdown working together? It made the fact there now somehow was two of Sarscream into nothing more than an afterthough.

"Prowl... what are you doing?! Why are you working with Lockdown?!" Optimus stared in disbelief at Prowl. Ratchet looked a lot more angry "and why do you have all of those..." he vaguely geastured towards Prowl "...things?"

Prowl deflected all of his teammates' comments, and they didn't have any time to argue with multiple Starscreams to deal with. During the whole ordeal Prowl acted so unlike himself that it felt like he was someone else.

In the end he snapped out of it and threw aside all the mods that he borrowed from Lockdown. But it wasn't that easy for everyone else to forget it...

Prowl was firstly scolded and grilled with questions. And he understood that, he really did and he didn't argue about it. But even after that he could still feel the distrust coming from his teammates. As much as they tried to hide it it was obvious that everyone was still worried about if this was a sign of worse things to come. Prowl understood that too, he wasn't oblivious to how the others could see this as some sort of implication.

But what really hurt was the distrust from Bulkhead. It was like he was avoiding Prowl, and as much as it hurt Prowl really didn't have a hard time rationalizing it. Bulkhead was the one who told him not to go alone, and Prowl remembered acutely the look of betrayal he got from Bulkhead when they saw each other after Prowl returned.

It was the worst punishment of all. To have the person who's supposed to love the most you avoid you completely. Prowl tried to talk thing out, he wanted so badly to apologise, to beg for forgiveness. But every time Bulkhead would just talk for as short as possible, or avoided talking all together.

This lasted for days, and it was absolutely unbearable. Everyone else was slowly moving on from it, except for Bulkhead and it was driving Prowl insane. It made the worst case scenarios play through his head on repeat. Did this mean the end? Did this mean that Bulkhead didn't want to be together anymore? The thought made Prowl's spark clench, how could he have ever even though of somthing so idiotic? He should've listened, he should've stayed and not gone out on his own.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. One evening Prowl went to Bulkhead's room, he took a deep breath an knocked on the door. He entered slowly, looking at Bulkhead with both anxiety and hope. Seeing the way that Bulkhead looked at him cut deeper than any blade.

"Bulkhead.... I... came to apologise" Prowl was hoping so dearly that Bulkhead would listen. "You were right, I shouldn't have gone out on my own, I should've never even considered working with Lockdown. Please, how can I make it up to you? Please, talk to me", his voice was pleading as he hoped so deeply to get any sort of response.

When he didn't get any response he sighed and hanged his head in defeat, "I... understand, if this means.. the end, then I'll accept it", Prowl turned around and was about to leave the room when Bulkhead spoke up.

"I was so worried about you", he spoke quietly, but with a slur of emotions in his voice. He turned to look at Prowl "I thought that the worst had happened when you would't respond. And when you did come back you acted so... unlike yourself... I thought I'd lose you in a different way".

Prowl looked positively baffled, he took a step closer to Bulkhead "you... though that i would..." he searched for the right way to say it "... go with Lockdown? Become like him? Bulkhead, I... I could never. Yes, I admit I acted like an absolute fool but I could never do something like that".

Bulkhead still looked apprehensive but didn't look away from Prowl, didn't object to Prowl approaching him. Prowl took it as a good sign, and continued "I'm so sorry, you were right! I should have listened to you! I acted like an idiot... please forgive me, I'll do anything" he was almost on his knees. If begging is what it took then by god he'd beg.

Bulkhead stood up, and walked up to Prow, "Anything?".

"Yes! Anything! Anything it takes!" Bulkhead's willingnees to talk made Prowl hopeful, when he said he'd do anything he meant it.

Bulkhead took another step forwards and grabbed Prowl, holding him close to his chest. "Never scare me like that again. I know I can't force you do listen to me but just... promise me that".

Prowl immediatly wrapped his arms around Bulkhead's neck, even if it had only been a few days since they last heald each other it was still far too long. "I promise, I promise I'll listen more, and i won't pull any stunts like that ever again", he said this wholehearthedly. This was a lesson that he wouldn't forget.

"Thanks. And uhm, sorry for the silent treatment... I just didn't know how to react" Bulkhead looked a lot more at ease and he leaned in to kiss Prowl.

Prowl accepted the affection like it was what kept him alive, "I understand, though I must admit these past few days must have been the worst ones of my life". He couldn't resist, he kept kissing Bulkhead like there was no tomorrow. It was almost hard to believe that he's normally so distant with everyone.

And it seemed like Bulkhead also didn't like the consequenses of his silent treatment, because he seemes equally as needy for attention. "Yeah, mine too. Now come here, I'm not letting you go until we've both had our fill", he smiles and picks Prowl up, holding him close.

With that it was like whatever invisible wall that stood between them fell. They held onto each other as if letting go would kill them, they exchanged kisses and words of adoration like they needed it more than anything else.

"I'm never giving you the silent treatment again", Bulkhead chuckled a little to himself "honestly, I wanted to stop after a day and a half. You're real irresistible you know that?".

Prowl was already flustered but hearing that only made it worse. He laughed and smiled warmly, it was rare sight but he couldn't help it when Bulkhead was so damn charming. "Likewise, I know I act very distant a lot of the time but now I simply can't imagine a life without you", he leaned in and kissed Bulkhead, this time more passionatley, "but enough talking, I have a few days worth of attentoin to catch up on".

#transformers animated #tfa prowl #tfa #transformers #tfa bulkhead #prowlbulk #bulkprowl #hoooooooo boy #like honestly i could not imagine any other scenario where these two would disagree this badly #but hey if it works it works #and oh boy like i really like the idea that Prowl is kind of a hopeless romantic if you get close enought to him #like mr tall dark and distant becoming the sappyest fuck ever behind closed doors #so obviously he wouldn't like the silent treatment #and bulky would not do any better since he is defo touch starved #and insecure so not getting his daily dose of affection would suck for him #basically they're both just super affectionate and absolutely love the attention they get from each other

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medicdoodles · 8 months

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I'll be honest and say I haven't picked up Siege since the first season so I'm making up the rest of it.

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This takes place after Ratchet is taken on the Arc.

He's scared.

This is the first time since they promise each other that Ratchet hasn't picked up. Even in calls where the two of them cannot speak with other they would always answer. His spark drops, as the call rings for longer and longer. It sinks as it went disconnected, there was only one reason for that to happen.

Not another moment to waste as Deadlock pulls the Ground bridge and teleports to the base. The air was different, instead of the steady pace of healing, there was a pit dropping tension.

"The Autobots took Ratchet." One of the bots tells him as he tears into the door, that would have been his office. There was nothing in that room, not even the familiar vision of Ratchet pass out with the lights on.

"Why? Did they threaten him?"

"The Prime came in and asked for Ratchet to help them."

"He complied with them. Impactor went to protect him. We haven't heard anything since." Deadlock tries to track him down. Checking the last known locations and seeing if anyone else had access to either mechs.

He makes it all the way to an empty spot, miles away. On the ground has Impactor's comm, the way it was removed

was sloppy. Some of the tubbing was also dented from it having been thrown to the ground. This was amateur work, and he knew this couldn't be his Ratchet's doing.

He hears someone approach him, they're moving to start their blaster. "I wouldn't if I were you." Deadlock then point his weapon towards the intruder.

"Deadlock..." His opponent walks into the open, it is Eltia One. "Here to finsh off the rest of us off." The first thing he can see her the intent to kill, but the way her gun dips in and out of position. How her arm is still glowing, and the straches on her paint job could only be made from a powerful engine.

"I won't shoot unless you do first." Deadlock lowers his gun to back up his words. "But maybe I can do something about that injured arm."

"Why?" She grips her arm, trying to hide her injury. "Sorry to say but the big bad Decepticon Deadlock, doesn't seem like the kind of mech to help bots."

Still keeping her distance as Deadlock moves towards her, but still picks up the comm on the floor. He catches her looking at it with both disgust and shame. "Maybe not but mechs can change right?"

"Ha I believe it." Elita One brings her gun down and lets him approach. "Maybe if I knew a motivate."

Deadlock pulls out the first aid kit that Ratchet had given him and pours coolant on her arm. "Who knows...", he backs off. "Ratchet has a way of changing people hearts."

"Ratchet?" She looks at him with destain and disbelief. "I keep hearing about him all day. How does he do what Optimus can't?"

"I don't know the Prime, but all I've seen him do is speak fancy words." Deadlock then pulls out the soldering iron and electrical tape. "Sure they can bring you hope, but without any action they only make resentment."

"So... how did he get you to change?"

"Maybe it was because-"

Deep down inside, I've always wondered what it'd be like to feel warmth and kindness.

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Sitting in the Medbay cleaning up after everything was hard. Ratchet was at the verge of just breaking down and jumping ship, but there were injured mechs who need his help.

That's when the worse bot to see walks in. Wheeljack has two cubes and makes his way towards him. The lack of color in his headlights tells him everything he knows, regret.

"Thanks, now please let me be."

"Ratchet I-"

"Wheeljack I don't to talk about, and to be honest with you I can't be bothered with an apology."

"What about a eulogy then. For the mechs we lost." The sit in the dark and continue to take small sips both for respect of the patients and the dead. For the first time in a long time Ratchet wasn't a symbol or a idol he simply was a bot, and for that he thanks Wheeljack when they're done.

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

Yes

>No

"What do you even mean? You've done more for mechs than any of us have."

"Maybe... but I also help kill so many. I don't think I can ever repent for it." Ratchet just looks foward, staring at the wall of the ship. It a tragedy really, he spent so much time fixing bots, trying to make up for the horrors his research had done. Now he's back to where he started.

What was I thinking? Even the devil himself wouldn't have that kind of power.

How can he go back to his group. What would they think of him. Ratchet sinks down to the floor, what would Deadlock think of him. Would ever get to see him again?

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After years they finally found each other, seeing Deadlock just approaching him when he lands back on Cybertron, frightened him. What can he say after they've both left without a word.

"Ratchet." Deadlock walks up to him. All of that signature swag and bluster put to the side, replaced with a more sincere shyness. "I'm glad you made it back in one peice. When I heard you went the the Autobots I was afraid they wouldn't be able to protect you."

"Deadlock..." his hands hover to his side. Ratchet wants to reach forward, to link their touch together, to comfort the mech but how could he. "I'm glad you're okay..."

"Likewise..." Deadlock is distracted, circling around his frame looking for something. "Hey!" The bot stops to look at Wheeljack as he tries to slip away. "Thanks for looking out for Ratchet. You might have let him stay in his thoughts for to long, but still."

"Heh." Ratchet turns back to look at Wheeljack, for the first time since they've reunited and sees relief on his face. "Well, I'd like to see you do better."

Deadlock grabs his shoulder and pulls them together. "Have you tried 'facing? Works wonders to keep his mind from over working." To his surprise, Deadlock kisses the side of his helm. Ratchet couldn't believe, after all this time Deadlock still wants to he tender with him. "Me and the bots back at base use it all the time."

Wheeljack is left speechless, optics wide and the lights on the side of his helm flick on and off as if they were spurting. It was a blast from the past, and so nostalgic that ot made him laugh. Ratchet laughs so hard that he can feel the tears in his eyes fall with no restain

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

"Wow doc," Deadlock moves to stand in front of him, Wheeljack follows suit. "I've never seen you laugh before." Ratchet looks up trying but failing to glare ag him. "You should do it more often. It suits you."

"Yeah..." Wheeljack finally speaks. "It does. Should have seen him back at the academy. He was known as the Party Ambulance."

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

>Yes

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#transformers #transformers siege #ratchet #Deadlock #ratchlock day #ratchlock #fanfic #maccadam #siege Ratchet

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enbyblades · 3 years

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ive been watching dan vs

#starop #starprime #transformers #strascream #optimus prime #this is my official No War AU #starscreams still guilty of tax evasion And tax fraud #optimus moves in next door and he tries. he tries so hard.#also pls watch dan vs this show was so ahead of its time.#its so fucking hysterical #anyway take this #ive been suffering a creative block but hey! i did a thing #my art #blades talks

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pastelpaperplanes · 3 years

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Not Optimus

The piece you did of Megs and Oppy cuddling in bed gave me ideas. Fluffy, angsty ideas.

He’d been looking for paper.

That’s all Optimus wanted. He hadn’t meant to spend the night, but it had been so late and it had been raining outside and Megatron had been doing absolutely wicked things with his mouth.

Things that he had continued early the next morning. Optimus could feel heat pooling in his stomach at the memory of how Megatron had looked at him as the first rays of sunlight spilled into the bedroom, the intensity of his eyes rendering Optimus to putty in his hands.

Megatron had had a meeting later on that morning, and after much encouragement and bargaining, he slipped out of bed and dressed for the day. Optimus was falling back to sleep as Megatron pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, promising that he would be back as soon as he could.

When Optimus had woken up again later that day, he remembered that he was supposed to have gone home last night, and he had to work tonight at the club. So he’d made the bed, cleaned up, and borrowed a shirt and shorts to wear on the trip back to his apartment. He wasn’t looking forward to the lecture he’d no doubt get from Ratchet for staying out all night without any word.

Before he left, he decided to leave a note for Megatron, letting him know that Optimus had to head back to his place to get cleaned up and ready for his shift that night. He’d searched the bedroom and sitting room to no avail. That left Megatron’s office.

Optimus had only been in Megatron’s office once before. Megatron had left the door open one morning and Optimus had come in with a mug of coffee for him. Optimus felt himself smile at the memory of that morning. Megatron had been grateful for the coffee, looking up at Optimus like he’d been sent from Primus Himself. He’d gathered Optimus up in his lap and kissed him until he couldn’t speak.

It had been one of the best mornings of his life.

He tried to find where Megatron kept the paper in his desk. He pulled drawers open to shuffle through. He found plenty of pens and letters, but a quick skim told him they weren’t anything incriminating. He kept looking. It was quickly beginning to get frustrating. Was it really too much to ask for a simple notepad? He pulled open one of the bottom drawers and felt around. AS he reached the back, his fingers brushed against something soft but hard. Frowning, he grabbed the object and pulled it out.

It was a box. It was made of black velvet, and it fit in the palm of Optimus’ hand. Definitely not notepad paper.

He should put it back. Optimus told himself that he should put it back. It wasn’t what he was looking for.

But what if it was evidence of some kind, he asked himself. Or at least, that was the excuse he made up to himself to justify his curiosity. He gently opened the box. The inside was cushioned with a creamy gold silk, with the name of a high end jeweler stamped on the inside of the lid.

And nestled inside was a ring. Its silver shine seemed brighter in the morning light, but Optimus’ eye was immediately drawn to what looked to be an engraving on the inside. Without thinking, he gently plucked the ring out and read it.

Orion, my darling spark

Optimus’ breath caught. The ring trembled in his fingers and he had to grip it tighter to keep from dropping it. He could feel something spinning white hot inside of his chest, and his eyes began to sting. He knew he was smiling as he held the ring up to read the engraving over and over again. Every time, he felt his smile grow wider and wider, and his vision was blurring with emotion. A weak laugh escaped before he could stop it.

He paused.

Orion, my darling spark.

Orion.

Not Optimus. Orion. This ring was for Orion Pax. That was who Megatron had been holding so close, who he’d been taking to his bed. Orion Pax was the mech that Megatron wanted to marry. Orion Pax was the one that Megatron loved.

Not Optimus.

Optimus wasn’t a simple mech down on his luck who managed to snag a gig as a burlesque. Optimus was a dropout. Optimus was an undercover informant for the Elite Guard. Optimus was…

Optimus glanced down at himself - at the too-big shirt draped across his frame. At the hickey that was peeking out just under his collarbone. He looked around the office, it finally dawning just whose office this was.

He was in too deep.

Oh Primus, he was in far too deep.

What would Sentinel say if he saw how easily Optimus had fallen for his own facade? Optimus could practically see the smug, condescending grin as it split across the other mech’s face. He’d laugh and tell Optimus that he was pathetic. He’d tell Optimus that he really was an idiot if he actually believed that Megatron would want anything to do with him if he knew who he really was.

And the horrible truth of it was - he was right.

Optimus was only kidding himself if he thought that this… relationship with Megatron stood even an iota of a chance. What was he supposed to do - marry Megatron to keep up the charade? Stand there while Megatron made vows to a mech who didn’t actually exist? What about when Optimus finally managed to gather enough evidence to put Megatron away for who knew how long? What then?

By the time the tears began to spill down Optimus’ cheeks, they were no longer tears of joy.

Orion Pax wasn’t real. He never had been. But despite that, Optimus felt bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of him.

An image flashed in his mind - Megatron, down on one knee, looking up at Optimus as if he held all the stars in the universe in his hands, and opening this box. He would look Optimus in the eye, and with a happy and hopeful voice, ask Orion Pax to marry him.

Optimus fumbled with the ring for a moment as he wedged it back into the box and snapped it shut. He had to force himself to open the drawer and carefully replace the box so that hopefully Megatron wouldn’t notice that it had been touched.

As soon as the box slipped out of his fingers, Optimus drew his hand back and quickly shut the drawer. He stumbled to his feet in his haste, and cursed as he bumped into a nearby bookcase. The tears were still coming, blurring his vision, but Optimus didn’t care.

Moving quickly, Optimus walked out of the office and back into the bedroom. He ripped the shirt and shorts off and slipped back into the remnants of the dress he’d been wearing the night before. His breathing was getting ragged, but he didn’t slow down as he ran out of the bedroom and into the sitting room. It took him a moment to find his shoes - a pair of mid-high pumps that Knock Out had insisted he pay for as a ‘welcoming gift’ when Optimus had first started at the club.

When Optimus had started working to get close to a mob boss in an effort to put him in prison.

His heavy breathing only made the tears come faster, along with an absolutely pathetic sounding whimper. Optimus squeezed his eyes shut in a vain effort to banish the tears. He didn’t bother putting his shoes back on as he grabbed his discarded clutch bag and ran out the door.

Optimus all but flew down the street, a deafening thumping throughout his whole body.

He didn’t know what exactly he was running from, but maybe - he thought - maybe if he ran fast enough, he wouldn’t have to face what would be coming next.

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do you hear the sound of my heart BREAKING

ahh this fic left me in torment so why not make it hurt that much more w some fan art :’’

GW your work kills me in the best ways THANK YOU

#in too deep how could either POSSIBLY come out unscathed now #G O D #gw I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again the set up and CRASH was absolutely phenomenal and tragically BEAUTIFUL #transformers #my art #fic #cops and mobs au #cops and mobs creations #megop #tfa megop #megatron #tfa megatron #tfa optimus prime #Optimus prime #transformers animated #submission

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sentinelpri · 3 years

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Feverish

You were surprised to have been called to the med bay a little bit past nine in the evening, woken up by your phone ringing and Ratchet on the other end. You clutched your robe close to your body as you raced through the hallway, sleep in your eyes and worries in your head.

The lead medic had given you no explanation, only telling you to come meet him outside of the med bay as soon as you could before he hung up on you.

You wondered if it was an emergency, if someone was injured or dying, if something had happened during patrol- Wait, no. Their night patrols didn’t start for another hour or so, and if it had been an emergency, someone like Bumblebee or Optimus would’ve called you in a panic.

Still, the whole situation was weird, and you were worried, so when you saw Ratchet outside of the med bay leaning against one of the walls, you immediately approached him with your concern etched in your features.

Upon seeing you, Ratchet stood up straight, then put a strong servo on your shoulder in a reassuring manner before looking down at you. His pale blue optics burned into your (e/c) eyes, and though you tried your best, you couldn’t read his expression.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the medic spoke.

“Optimus Prime has fallen ill.”

“What?” You immediately sputtered, and your eyes flew to the door of the med bay; closed, you couldn’t even see Optimus. You just prayed that he was okay. In the time that you’d known the Prime and his team, you’d seen him injured or sick plenty, though the former was much more common. He never prioritized his own health and tried to push himself to do things, even when he was unwell, so he took forever to recover... Hopefully it wasn’t something severe. “How bad is it? Is he awake? Have you told the team yet?”

“Hey, hey, slow down. It’s nothing crazy, (y/n), so don’t worry,” Ratchet’s words, said in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, soothed you, if only a little. If it were serious or ‘crazy’ as he put it, he would’ve told you directly instead of lying, so you believed him. “This morning, I was the first to wake and go into the kitchen to make myself an energy booster when I saw him stumble in... As in, he was literally stumbling over himself and I could see steam rolling off of him from overheat. He insisted he was fine, but something was off, so I dragged him to the medbay for testing. He’s low on energon and coolant, he was overheating, and there was a minor glitch in his vents from some battle damage that I had to fix. He’s recovering fine, but my main concern is that his chassis seems to be overheating to kill an infection. I think it’s just your run-of-the-mill space bug based on the labs I did, so I gave him some antibiotics.”

“You didn’t answer some of my questions-” You started, now concerned with whether you could actually go and see Optimus or not.

It wasn’t uncommon for the red and blue bot to ignore his own needs, but for him to have ignored symptoms that could’ve turned into something much worse had Ratchet not caught them... You wondered if there was something bothering Optimus that was making him neglect himself, more than he usually would.

“So demanding, you youngin’s,” Ratchet huffed and rolled his optics at you. “It’s not that bad, he’s awake, and no, I haven’t told the others yet. Our nightly patrol is soon and I have to break the news to them somehow, which is why I called you here. You can’t go with us anyway and they need me since we’re down one bot, so I want you to stay with Prime. He responds the best to you...” You blinked and then blushed at that, (s/c) cheeks burning bright. It was true that you and Optimus were close, but for Ratchet to acknowledge it like that... Well, you were flattered. You’d loved Optimus for as long as you could remember, and even though Ratchet surely meant that in a platonic way, it was nice to know that the effort you put into your relationship with the bot meant something. “His condition isn’t from a decline in his physical health- I had to pry like hell to find out what it was, but Prime finally broke and told me that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten an energon cube or ran a self-evaluation to make sure he was functioning properly, which is why he’s energy-depleted and why the damage to his vents went unchecked. He’s so stressed from the leadership that this team needs that he isn’t taking care of himself anymore, and now, it’s led to him falling sick again. I think there’s something else going on in that processor of his, too, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else... I just know it’s more mental than anything.”

You stopped, frowning. What else could Optimus be hiding from everyone? Was he doing something dangerous? Had something happened? Was he breaking down from stress?

“O-Oh.. Okay,” You mumbled and leaned into the servo of Ratchet’s that was on your shoulder, sighing when he ran his thumb over a sore spot on the groove between said shoulder and your collar. The two of you had developed a close bond over the past couple years since they’d been on earth, with you, Sari’s tutor and caretaker, also acting as a second medic for the team with Ratchet’s training. While he’d trained you in how to care for the Autobots, you’d given him the basics of human anatomy and medical care, so with that time spent together, you were close- whether the old grump admitted it or not. “What about his medicine? How often does he take it? Is there anything else I need to do?”

“One pill every six human hours, they’re the white gel capsules that are rationed out on the table by Prime’s med-berth. I just gave him a dose, so don’t get him another one until three in the morning. He also needs to drink plenty of energon, coolant, and lubricant to get better, so make him do it, even if he gets pissy with you- shove it down his throat if you have to... But those are all things that I already told him, and he’s fully capable of taking care of himself. I don’t need you in there to take care of him so much as I need you to stay in there to make sure he doesn’t get up and do anything stupid. You know how he gets when he’s sick.”

“Unfortunately, I do...” You let out a long sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. It was going to be hard dealing with Optimus- hell, you could already imagine how he would be trying to sneak out of the med bay to go on patrol or trying to make you bring paperwork for him to do. You wouldn’t allow either, but considering how much larger he was than you, you’d have to convince him to relax instead of just being able to hold his aft down like Ratchet or Bulkhead could. “I’ll make sure he stays put. I’m assuming you’re taking over leadership until he recovers, Ratchet?”

“As the team medic, I’m second in command, so yeah... I have to. I’d let Prowl do it, but Primus knows he doesn’t want to, and I wouldn’t let Bumblebee or Bulkhead within a ten mile radius of any form of responsibility like this. I’m really the only option.”

“Right...” You imagined what a patrol without Optimus, led by a stressed and grouchy Ratchet would be like, and then cringed. “Good luck.”

“Thanks. I’ll need it.”

With that, Ratchet withdrew his servo from your shoulder and waved at you before turning around and walking down the hallway. You figured that Optimus shouldn’t be left alone for too long, so you quickly entered the med bay and shut the door behind you.

It was dark, with a small night light plugged into the walls that illuminated the room just a bit. You could see Optimus, who looked uncharacteristically pathetic, weakly laying on a med berth with a small side table on the ground next to him. On the table were some energon sticks, a cup of coolant, and the white pills that Ratchet had mentioned.

“(y/n), is that you?” Optimus asked, trying to sit up, but immediately groaning in what you assumed was pain and flopping back down. His eyes squeezed shut, a strained grimace taking over his face-plates. You pulled one of the stools by a wall-counter to the side of the room where Optimus’s berth was and put it right by his side table so you could sit by him. You were close to his face, so you leaned down to look at it as his optics slowly opened back.

He was sick, and it would take at least a few days if not a week to recover; you could tell just by looking at him. His ocean-hued optics were abnormally dark and foggy, his powder blue faceplates were stained dark with heat, and though he wasn’t steaming like Ratchet had described this morning, there was definitely still heat radiating from his frame.

“Yes, Optimus, it’s me... I’m here to watch over you,” You leaned in to kiss the top of his helm, able to feel just how hot the metal felt against you. When you pulled back, you frowned at the absurd amount of heat- almost hot enough to make your lips sting, while Optimus’s normal temperature was a bit cooler than that of an average human’s by a degree or two. “Ratchet called me down here and told me what’s going on a bit ago. The team’s on patrol right now.”

“Slag, I can’t believe Ratchet told you,” Optimus groaned again, this time in annoyance instead of pain. “I told him not to earlier when he was fixing my vents... He’s probably going to tell the rest of the team, too. I have to get up and go supervise the patrol-” He forced himself to sit up this time, forced back a wince, forced his optics to open fully, but the second you pressed a rushed hand to his chest plates and attempted to push him back, he froze.

“Oh, no you don’t!” You argued, eyebrows furrowing in frustration as a pout formed on your face.

“Oh, yes I do!” The Autobot argued back without hesitation, but didn’t actually move to push your hand away or leave even though he was fully capable of doing so, only resting one of his servos on the one of yours that was on his chest- stumbling and overheating or not, he was much larger and much stronger than you. Then again, he probably knew that Ratchet would beat him to a pulp the second he recovered if he dared lay a single digit on you to escape the med bay. “As much as I appreciate the concern, I don’t want it nor do I need it, and I certainly don’t want it from my team. It’s bad enough that you know. I know they’ll start asking questions when I don’t go on patrol with them, and if they hear that I got sick from overexerting myself and not getting enough rest and energon, they’ll never let me hear the end of it-”

“Well, maybe that’s what you need, so lay your stubborn ass down! I did not come here with my hair all fucked up and in this stupid robe in the middle of the night when I could’ve been sleeping just to have you run away from me when I’m trying to take care of you! You getting up right now just drives home how bad you are about prioritizing yourself,” Optimus’s plump and normally soft lips, now chapped from dehydration, pulled together into a tight frown- it was the face he made when he knew he was in the wrong. “You’re getting out of your bed when you’re supposed to be resting so you can go lie to your team and tell them you’re fine when you’re not, and for what? Your pride?”

“No, I just don’t want them to worry for me. I’m already stressed out enough and the last thing I need is for that to contribute to their struggles. They’re all dealing with so many of their own problems, and I’m sick of being a burden to everyone around me...”

Optimus huffed, but gave up and laid back down, much to your relief. He still held your hand, though, and you let him- even if he was sick, you didn’t want him to let go.

“You’re not a burden, and just like how they’re dealing with their problems, you’re dealing with yours. You don’t have to be perfect to be loved and respected, and not to insult your acting skills, but... They won’t believe you if you walk out there overheating and struggling to stay standing to tell them that you’re perfectly fine. Ratchet told me how you were stumbling around this morning.”

“I hate that you’re right,” He mumbled, and you wondered why he always had to be so childish when he was sick.

Then again, as much as you hated Optimus’s stubborn personality, it was a major component of who you’d gone and fallen in love with all that time ago. It was crazy, you thought; just the extent that you loved Optimus Prime to, and how terribly unaware he was of it. You thought it best to keep the fact hidden, as you didn’t know what his feelings were, and he had so much on his plate already... It hurt to think that he didn’t know how loved he was- not just by you, but by everyone around him, who he was always bending over backwards for, completely unaware that they’d do the exact same for him.

“And I hate that you treat yourself like this. Plus, as much as Ratchet threatens us all with consequences for our actions, he’s not going to tell them what’s going on in depth; just that you have a fever and that you’re resting, you know he respects patient confidentiality. He’ll probably even downplay it because he knows that’s what’ll make you happy.”

“No, you’re just trying to reassure me, but...” Optimus paused and let go of your hand, fully settling back into the berth. You took your hand back and looked off to the side, already missing his touch. “I know you want to, and that Ratchet probably told you to spend the night here and take care of me, but I’m alright now. I’ll stay and rest, I promise. You can go to your room to sleep, I know you’re usually not up this late, and I’d hate to keep you up with my problems.”

You didn’t really want to leave him, but you were tired, and you believed his words. His tone was genuine enough.

“Are you sure?” You asked and received a nod in return. So, you stood up and collected yourself. “Okay, if you’re sure... I’ll leave and go get some rest, then come back at three to give you your antibiotics and make sure you’ve got something on your stomach.”

Silence.

The second you turned around to leave, though, Optimus was grabbing the back of your robe and holding the cloth between his digits, tone low as he spoke again.

“Actually, (y/n), wait... Don’t leave me. I need you.”

You turned back around and looked at him, confused. Hadn’t he just told you seconds before that he was fine and that you should leave to go get some rest so that he could fall into recharge as well? What was with the sudden change of heart? Was there something going on with his physical condition, or was it something else?

“Huh? But Optimus, you said you needed to rest...” You muttered, which earned you a shake of his head in return.

“I will,” Optimus promised. “Please, just stay and don’t question it. I lied to you, I don’t know why, but I can’t be alone right now. Don’t leave me.”

The plead from him was unexpectedly vulnerable, honest, open. You appreciated it, but at the same time, you were concerned about what exactly was going on with him- you felt like there was more to the story than stress and leadership and lack of self-care. While all of that was definitely in character for Optimus Prime, there was something else that he wasn’t telling you about, too. With how close you were to him, it wasn’t abnormal for you to have deeper discussions, but for him to admit that he wanted- no, needed you there with him and couldn’t be alone was something you’d never thought you’d hear in your lifetime.

“Okay, I’ll stay until you tell me to go, then. Thank you for being honest with me.”

With that, you sat back down on the stool and looked at him. A little bit of that light had returned to his optics, but he still seemed like he was in rough shape.

“Thank you.”

Silence again.

Instead of adjusting to get comfortable and slip into recharge, Optimus just sat there with his back against the board of the berth, optics trained on you. It had taken a while to get used to when you’d first met him, but nowadays, you were used to the Prime’s intensity, especially when it came to eye/optic-contact. Still, though, the way he was staring at you now... You couldn’t quite interpret it. Then again, could you usually? Optimus was hard to read sometimes.

“You’re not resting,” You teased, but received a serious response in return.

“I’m thinking, and then I’ll rest.”

“You’re sick, the last thing you need to be doing is overthinking like you always do,” You reached out to him, rested your palm on the side of his face and tenderly ran a thumb over the apex of his cheek. Surprisingly, he leaned into your touch with a smile.

“What if it pertains to you? It’s either I tell you and get my closure, which is daunting, or I sit here overthinking it like I always do.”

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach and flinched. It had been obvious that something was on his processor, but it had to do with you? What was it? Did it have to do with your feelings? Tense, you talked again.

“...Have I done something? I’d rather you tell me.”

“You’ve made me fall in love with you.”

The words were whispered but still felt so loud, filling the room with their impact in a way that made your cheeks hot and your heart beat hard against your chest.

“Your illness must be making you delusional,” You laughed nervously, but Optimus only gave you a sloppy grin and laughed. You moved your hand to the top of his helm to check his temperature, but it hadn’t changed- as much as you wanted to believe it, you were sure he was being serious and not having feverous hallucinations like you’d initially suspected. Still, you thought it proper to ask. “Do you feel hot? Are you overheating again?”

“No, (y/n), I’m just in love with you,” Optimus peered at you, smile falling a bit. “I mean, yes, I am sick, and I’m still overheating, but I’ve been in love with you for- Ah, I’m actually not sure how long it’s been... I just know it’s been too long.”

There was a pause, in which the two of you seemed to be processing what important things were said; in the span of just a minute or two, Optimus had boldly laid his feelings out for you on the table, unabashed and proud, the tension that came with two years worth of pining that you’d been doing solved so... Quickly. You were surprised you hadn’t felt your jaw hit the floor.

Had he really loved you the whole time? Or was this a recent development? Why was he only telling you now? Had his stress over his feelings for you also contributed to his sickness?

“I’m not sure I can talk about this in good conscience when you’re so vulnerable,” You smiled back at him, (e/c) eyes meeting his ocean-hued optics as you removed your hand from his head. Shyly, he reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It feels selfish, but... I love you, too, and that’s why I want you to rest and get better, maybe not stress out so much.”

You kissed the back of his servo as he pulled it away, earning what you hoped was a blush and not more symptoms of overheating.

“I’d kiss you if I weren’t afraid of getting you sick,” Optimus sighed. You were sure that you probably couldn’t catch whatever he had going on since he was a Cybertronian and you were human, but you didn’t want to test that theory, so you left it alone.

“It’s okay,” You reached out to hold one of his servos in both of your hands, squeezing reassuringly. “I can feel the sentiment. Just focus on getting better, okay? We have all the time in the world.”

“Sometimes I fear we don’t- Have all the time, I mean, and I suppose that’s why I finally broke down and did this- I like to believe I’m impervious to everything around me, but I’ve already died once, and every time I get sick, I always think about what will happen if I go offline without telling everyone around me just how much they mean. I didn’t want to be scared anymore, not when it came to you.”

“I...” You stood and got on top of the berth so you could sit next to Optimus, curling into his side. “Me, too.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” The Prime asked and wrapped an arm around you. Gentle. Strong. Warm.

“Would you like me to be?” You asked in return with a tilt of your head.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll be here,” Optimus looked at you, clearly somewhat doubtful, but you only shook your head with a smile. “I promise, I won’t leave you. Just get some rest, okay?”

“...Okay.”

So, you stayed, and when Ratchet walked in the next morning to see you curled up by Optimus’s side on the berth with your (lip/chap)stick smeared on his servos, both of you sleeping peacefully for once, he couldn’t help but think that Optimus getting sick once in a while wasn’t so bad after all.

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☆ Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you!

♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff | f2l

> word count — 4.3k I don't know how this happened

> summary — chan realises he likes you by not being able to use pickup lines on you

> a/n — i saw a tiktok where chan says he's gonna use a pickup line on felix and my love-deprived self ended up writing this lol i hope you all like it

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| Please keep making more whosfan accounts and keep streaming WOLFGANG on the correct platforms!

"Hey, how you doin'?" Chan casually says as he enters the kitchen, trying not to grin and start giggling right away. He even places his hands over the table and tilts his head a little in an attempt to look confident. Felix takes his attention away from the food he is cooking and turns on his feet to look at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Good?" He answers with an air of suspicion. "Why?"

Chan finally lets out a small giggle, "Oh nothing, I was just thinking that... I am not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together."

And Felix thinks it's a creative pickup line, funny even, but what ends up making him laugh is the way his best friend bends over to start laughing louder and the way his cheeks turn reddish at the embarrassment he's probably feeling.

"That was a good one, I must say," He chuckles. "Not as great as the Optimus Fine one, though. Even if it made you laugh for ten minutes after you said it."

And Chan can only laugh harder at the remembrance, placing his hands over his slightly aching abdomen and gasp for air when he can't handle it anymore. Felix giggles as well and denies with his head, going back to stir what's on the pot.

"Stays keep getting creative when it comes to flirting with you," He speaks again as the laughter finally dies down. "They probably think you might use it on someone you like, and you're here almost crying because you use them on us."

Chan hums, "Well, I don't really like anyone right now."

Felix turns off the stove and makes a -dramatic- pause, turning again to face Chan as he gets closer and squints his eyes. "I don't believe it."

"What?" Chan laughs. "Why would I lie?"

"I don't know, but I don't buy it. Maybe it's the love songs you have as drafts in your laptop."

"Ah, that doesn't mean I'm in love," He explains and takes a seat in front of him, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "That's why they're still drafts, though. They don't convey the feeling of being in love because I am not in love, you know?"

"Good point, but it still doesn't convince me."

"Why?" He asks again with a chuckle, a little embarrassed by the sudden interest in his - nonexistent - love life. "You know our activities barely give us time for ourselves, so it's almost impossible to have a relationship with someone. At least a formal one."

"You can still like someone and not be with them." Felix shrugs. "So spill it. Who is it?"

And Chan knows he's just messing around with him, but he can't help but feel flustered. "No one! I think so." He almost says it in a whisper; however, Felix doesn't comment on it.

"I still want to listen to those drafts," He stands up and smiles. "Why don't you show me?"

This was not the way Chan expected the conversation to go, so he hesitates a bit about his friend's request. Well, it wasn't unusual anyway, at least Changbin had heard a couple and also helped in the composition of the songs, so having someone else hear them wouldn't hurt. He might even listen to ideas on his part to improve them.

"Okay, I can do that. Next week Y/N will come to the studio and work on something, why don't you pop-up at some point and I can show you?"

Felix nods, "Sounds good! Y/N asked for help for his new album?"

"Yeah, he wants me to listen to some tracks he has been working on." He casually comments, taking his phone from his pocket and leading his attention to the device, so now Felix can't see the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Hm, I haven't seen him in a while. Why hasn't he come to the dorm lately? We should invite him."

"He has been busy with his album, that's why. If you think I leave late from the studio, that's nothing compared to him, he truly spends an ungodly amount of time there."

"So you see him often?" Felix asks with sudden interest, now being aware of how Chan's ears are tinted pink.

"You could say that, yeah. He also spends time on my studio whenever he has the chance. And vice-versa." He shrugs, not finding it odd. You two were really good friends, so it was a normal thing for you to do. "Why?"

"Nothing, I was just curious." He mischievously laughs. "So, next week, you said?"

After a quick glance at the time on your phone, you decide to stand up and stretch your body. It's been a long time since you started working, and you still have a lot to do; and on top of it all, the progress you've made tonight doesn't totally convince you, and that just meant you'd be spending more time in the studio.

As you take your phone again to read your notes, a notification pops up on the top. You weren't supposed to meet up with Chan until later, but in the new message you just received, he tells you that he's free from working on his stuff and you could go earlier if you wanted.

You decide to go; after all, it was nearly impossible for you to concentrate again, and you truly needed to know what does he think about the tracks you sent him a few days ago to finally make an advance. So you grab your laptop after making sure you've saved the changes and the cup of half-drunk coffee, walking out to the long hall and taking the elevator to an upper floor.

The soles of your shoes are dragged across the floor all the way to the studio's door, where you softly knock a couple of times before remembering you already know the password to enter. Your fingers press the buttons, entering code you know by heart at this point, and the door quickly unlocks, making Chan to look your way and greet you with a smile.

"Hey, how have you been?" He sweetly says, seeing you entering the room and placing your belongings on top of the big desk in front of you and taking a seat on the couch behind him.

"Busy. And tired." You murmur and let out a sigh. Chan immediately plays a song at a low volume and takes seat next to you.

"You're still struggling with the track you told me about?"

You nod as an answer and pout, "I am desperate. It's like, no matter how many times I rewrite the lyrics or change the beats, it still doesn't convince me at all and I hate it."

"I get it," He sighs. "But don't worry about it, I'm here to help you out."

And Chan isn't someone who breaks his promises, so the following hours are spent listening to your music, carefully reading everything you've written so far, listening to your ideas and giving you advice.

In between work, he tells you every other joke to make you laugh and feel at least a bit less stressed; and it works wonderfully since he has a long list of dad jokes that take you off guard, plus his laughter is contagious, so not laughing with him is impossible.

It's no surprise that his advice and opinions are so accurate to the point of clearing your mind and helping you out of your creative block. Chan has always been hard-working and so good with words that every time you engage him in conversations, you feel more relaxed and less burdened. No matter what situation you had a problem with, Chan would always help you find the best solution for it. Maybe that's why you admire him so much, maybe it was one of the many reasons why you didn't hesitate for a second to go to him and find security in his presence and words... Maybe it was one of the thousands of reasons why you had romantic feelings towards him...

"Is it better now?" His voice takes you out of your thoughts. He's sweetly smiling at you; he probably realized you got lost on the way his lips were moving as he told you his thoughts on the recent draft of your song.

"Yeah, yes, honestly, you've helped me so much. I don't know what I'd do without you." You smile and go for a quick hug, taking the opportunity to ruffle his hair. Your fingers sliding between his soft and messy curls and making him fondly smile in the process. "You're my hero. I mean it."

Chan chuckles and can't keep his eyes off you as you type something on your laptop and hum. He recalls the conversation he had last week with Felix, and that ambiguous feeling settling on his chest makes him wonder if, after all, his friend was right. He doesn't remember when was the last time he felt the urge to hold someone in between his arms and dearly appreciate, and he wants to know why he smiles and feels his stomach tickling when he sees you.

Maybe it's because you spend a lot of time with him, a voice inside his head says. But he doesn't feel this way with any other friend.

Maybe it's because you have known him for a long time and you just appreciate him a lot, the voice tries again. Maybe. He finally gives in at the last thought. He'd have to figure it out.

His phone buzzes inside the pocket of his jeans and he takes it, knowing for sure it's a message from Felix.

"Felix is arriving in a few minutes." He murmurs, making you take your eyes off the screen. "He wants to listen to some songs I have, is that okay?"

"Of course, it's your studio, silly." You giggle. "I am almost done with this, so if you're gonna be busy I can go back to m-"

"You can stay, if you want to." He quickly adds. "Plus, he says he wants to see you, you know... He misses you." Chan laughs. He wasn't lying, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted you to stay.

"Okay! Sure, I haven't heard from him in a while, either." You nod and keep making changes on the file you have open.

Just as he said, Felix enters the room just a few minutes later, smiling brightly and immediately running to give you a big hug once he sees you.

Soon, the room was filled with laughter and long conversations to catch up on everything around your lives. Felix tells you about the new pastries he baked last week and that he was waiting for you to come around and bake with him, the new video game Jeongin bought and has been playing with Hyunjin, the new songs Changbin and Jisung have been working on and how Seungmin was learning to play piano, playing songs at night for everyone at the dorm.

"And you know? Chan hyung has gotten better at flirting." He laughs as the latter gives him a threatening glare. "He can't stop saying pickup lines whenever he has the chance."

"Ah, really?" You chortle. "You haven't said one in all the time we've been here."

"Well, we've been working, and I've told you many other jokes... Besides, it's not like I come up with them out of nowhere."

"Yes, you do!" Felix says. "You do that all the time, what are you talking about?"

You glance at Chan, who's currently blushing and at the loss of words. Felix, on the other hand, seems to be happy to see what he just provoked. And he'd definitely enjoy every part of it.

"I want to hear one! C'mooon!" You laugh. "Please?"

Chan rolls his eyes and tries to look confident as he would normally do. He clears his throat and thinks of a good pickup line he hasn't used yet.

"Alright," He says and smiles, he even thinks it's gonna start laughing before even opening his mouth, but the very moment he looks into your eyes, it's like he forgot every single word on his vocabulary. "Uhm, are you, no. Did you-? Wait! I forgot what I was gonna say-"

Felix can't help but burst into laughter, and you only look at him, as if you couldn't believe it. Was he nervous or was it because of the fact that Felix was in the same room? Would it have been any different if he weren't there?

You end up laughing at Felix's loud laughter, as well as seeing Chan blushing up to his ears and hiding his face behind his hands, probably also in an attempt to cover the huge grin he now has.

"Wow, that was an epic failure. And I thought you were the biggest flirt on earth." Felix teases him, to which Chan ends up groaning.

He continues talking about other stuff while Chan stops feeling embarrassed, even though he's not able to look in your eyes for the entire time until you have to go back to work.

You close your laptop and stand up, throwing the now empty cup of coffee on the trash bin. After thanking Chan for his help and promising Felix you'd drop by their dorm soon, you walk out of the studio with a smile and feeling your heart beating fast. There was no way you didn't have feelings for him.

"Oh my god, so I was right!" Felix says a few seconds after you left. Chan's first instinct is to cover his face again. "Look who got nervous so suddenly."

"Stop, I- I don't even want to talk about it." He murmurs, feeling flustered and avoiding Felix's gaze. He types something on his laptop and presses the play button, hoping that this way, his friend would forget about what just happened and could focus solely on the music.

And Felix doesn't talk about it anymore. The next few minutes are set by the music coming out of the speakers; the room filling with Chan's voice, singing the love songs that probably no one else would listen to. Felix seems to be concentrating on the lyrics, but Chan's thoughts are solely about you. As he listens to the songs, he is aware of how his skin bristles every time his hands accidentally touch you, the times when your eyes connect with his and you give him smiles every time it happens, all those times when his heart would race when he hugged you.... It's as if all those songs that professed a love he said he didn't feel, started to make sense.

He feels overwhelmed. Maybe if he was aware of it before, maybe if he listened to his heart instead of his head, this wouldn't be a big revelation to him.

Chan pauses the music, and before Felix can ask what's going on, he speaks up: "Why- why did I do that?"

"Did... what, exactly?" Felix asks, confused.

"The pickup line thing!" He blurts out. "I mean, I do that all the time, right? Why did I just forget how to even talk?"

Felix giggles, "Well, have you considered it's because when you use those pickup lines on us you just do it for laughing? To joke around with us, and with Y/N it's because... I don't know, you have feelings for him and it gets real? Like you're flirting with him."

Makes sense, he thinks. He remains in silence for a moment, processing everything that just happened and finally connecting the dots.

"Wait, you just had your epiphany?" Felix jokes. "It took you too, too long."

"I can barely fall asleep, how was I supposed to know I was falling in love?"

"Fair enough." He says, comprehensive. "Are you telling him?"

"Should I?" Chan's eyes sparkle, but he still feels confused. Should he even try? It's been so long since he last felt this way about someone, and given the circumstances of his life as an idol, he felt more reluctant to take the next step. Even more, considering he had just taken the first one by accepting his feelings a few minutes ago.

"I was right all this time by you being in love," He says. "And I am also sure that it's mutual. I've seen you two for a while, you know? I am surprised you didn't come the realization way earlier than this."

Chan giggles. "Alright, I get it."

"But it's up to you now, I guess. All I know is that you deserve to be happy, and you deserve good things... And Y/N is a great person. You should give yourself an opportunity on love."

Chan feels chills as he hears those words. Tonight's even have been too much for him to process, so he'll think deeply about it later.

"Okay," He nods. "Thanks, Lix. You've been really helpful."

"I know, what would you do without me?" Felix laughs. "Now let's keep listening to the songs, I am loving all of them."

Fortunately, the help Chan gave you really made it possible for you to finish the songs in no time. You are just now walking out of a meeting with your managers and the people in charge of the release of the album to set the final details, and you quickly send a message to Chan to let him know the news.

In the meantime, you drop by your studio to clean up a little and maybe write down some ideas for new songs that have been in your mind for a while. After a few minutes, you hear a knock on the door, snapping you out of your thoughts and then feeling confused. You weren't expecting anyone to come. So you slowly open the door, and a smile spreads across your face the moment you realize it's Chan.

"Oh, hi!" You greet him with a hug, immediately letting him in afterwards. He shyly gets inside, taking a seat on a chair and placing a bag on the small table behind him. "What brings you here? I thought you were still busy with you guys upcoming album."

"It's okay, Changbin is working on his stuff now at the studio, so I took the chance to come here and celebrate with you!" He grins. "Congratulations on making your first self-produced album!"

He starts clapping, making you smile; he truly was the sweetest person you've ever met.

As soon as he read your message he went to the nearby cafeteria and bought your favorite drink and pastries, claiming that it was a special occasion and should be celebrated.

"For all your hard work and the success of this album!" He makes a toast as he raises his cup of tea.

Soon you find yourselves immersed in a long conversation about everything that went into creating this album; from when you had the first idea for the concept, to those sleepless nights when he helped you without hesitation. Chan was definitely an essential part of this whole process, so to be celebrating with him right now felt right. It was how it should be.

"You know," Chan clears his throat as another song starts playing. "These past days I've had this thought in my head, and after talking it out with Felix... I am certain about it. And I want to tell you about it. I know I have to."

You frown, feeling curiosity, especially since his semblance has changed to be a bit more serious. He still has a small smile that gives you some kind of tranquility, but another part of you can't help but feel nervous as he gets a little bit closer.

"Of course, what is it?"

"So, uhm" He starts. "Some weeks ago, when Felix came to the studio and we were talking with you... Well, the reason he came was because he wanted to listen to some love songs I've worked on. And, after listening to all of them I figured out why I didn’t like them. I was sure I wasn't in love. That's why, to me, they all sounded plain and didn’t convey the feeling of love... But then..."

He makes a pause, catching his breath as he feels more and more nervous. He knows for sure his ears and cheeks are red right now, and it's impossible that you haven't noticed it. His hands slightly shake behind the table, anxiously looking for yours, but refraining from doing it because he doesn't know how this was going to end. You don't want to interrupt him, so you give him his time to clear his head and talk again.

"While listening to those songs, the only thought I had in mind was you." He finally confesses, with his gaze now fixed on his lap. "I guess that for a while I didn’t realise that I started to, uhm, catch feelings for you. And, it's okay if you don't feel the same way about me. I just really wanted to let you know because the thought has been on my mind for so long and I needed to let it out."

For a moment, the only thing that can be heard in the room is your voice coming from the speakers along with a sigh from Chan, who still didn’t dare to look up and face you.

"So... what you're saying is..." You speak up, feeling incredibly shy, trying to process the words addressed to you.

"What I am trying to say is that I am in love with you."

And you swear you could start screaming to the top of your lungs right now, but you try your very best to stay calm and finally grab Chan's hands. With that, he looks at you again.

"Channie," You softly say, looking at him in his precious eyes and dearly smiling. You don't even know where to begin, but a voice inside you begs for you to give him a hug. So you open your arms and embrace him tightly, feeling instant comfort and love. "I am so glad you feel this way too. I love you too."

Chan sighs in relief, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer; his nose pressed against the crook of your neck and closes his eyes, melting between your arms and enjoying every single second of that gesture.

"Wait a minute," You say out of nowhere, so he separates a bit from you and tilts his head. "That's why you couldn't even say a sentence when you tried to say a pickup line?"

You laugh when his expression changes to look ashamed, his lips frowned in a pout and his gaze avoiding your eyes again.

"Try again, I'm sure you're good at this." And Chan's head only comes up with the dozens of lines he has read, but seeing you smiling right in front of him and your arms over his shoulders, he can only think how lucky he is. He can't possibly say anything to you. "Alright, let me try instead."

You hum and recall all the pickup lines you've read and have been told before, "Hm, can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll return it."

And you expected Chan to start laughing out loud, instead he starts blushing again and giggling, covering his face as he feels nervous.

"C'mon! Seriously?" You laugh and wait for him to stop being shy.

"You make me nervous, give me time." He excuses himself and laughs some more. "That was a good one, and you know what? You can borrow all the kisses you want, as long as you keep your word and return them."

"See? That's what I'm talking about!"

Chan fondly smiles at you, placing his hand on your head to pet your hair for a moment. You close your eyes as he does it, feeling his soft touch traveling all the way down to your chin. He rests his thumb on your cheek and after a few seconds you decide to open your eyes.

"Can I?" He murmurs as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips.

"You don't even have to ask."

And just as you give him permission, he breaks the distance between you two. He starts carefully, placing his lips against yours in a tender, chaste way, barely there pressure that makes you exhale through your nose as if you had been holding your breath all along. One of his hands still holds you by the waist, so he takes the opportunity to slide it to your lower back, carefully holding you and sending you shivers to your entire body.

You lean forward barely a few millimeters, but it's enough to feel more pressure over your lips. Chan angles his head and traps your bottom lip, tongue trying to dart out of his mouth to taste more of the sweetness of yours. He, however, contains himself and smiles in between the kiss, instead. He was probably gonna be the death of you.

The deep kiss loses intensity as a minute passes by, so you two end up giving smaller kisses and share smiles, your noses constantly touching in skimo kisses. And you think it's perfect; it's way better than what you one day imagined.

Chan can't miss the chance to make you sit on his lap, so now your head rests over his chest. Your fingers fidgeting the hem of his hoodie and shyly longing to intertwine your hands.

"Hey, Y/N?" He grabs your attention and smiles. "Are you a parking ticket?"

You raise an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because you've got fine written all over you." He ends up with a muffled laughter.

"Oh no, what did I just get myself into?" You joke around, this time finally making him burst into a louder laughter. "You just declared war on me about pickup lines, you know?"

"Oh, so you got some lines, too? Can't wait to hear all of them, then."

And for the rest of the day you let yourself be held in between the arms of the person you loved the most. Later you'd find the way to flirt with him and make him feel flustered when he least expects it.

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silkling · 3 years

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Could you please write another “Sierra joins Team Prime” fic? I loved the first one, I’d really like to sea Sierra meet the rest of Team Prime and talk with Jack, Mimi, and Raf.

YES!!!! I would be very happy to! I have ideas for Smokescreen and Sierra shenanigans! Smokescreen is basically a giant puppy because he tries very hard and only wants to make people happy and he doesn’t have the necessary life experience to understand why the things he’s doing may not be the best. But he tries!!! And I love him. :D

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There was a white, blue, and red sports car parked outside the school when Sierra stepped out from the doors. She stopped for a second when she saw it, before she managed to get over her shock and walked over to it. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised, she mused. Jack, Esquivel, and Nakadai did get picked up by their guardians everyday. It made sense too, if she thought about it further.

She came up to Smokescreen, running the tips of her fingers along his hood. She was about to call a greeting when she heard someone behind her.

“Smoke- I mean, Sierra, hi!” It was Jack.

She turned to face him, smiling. “Hi Jack.” she greeted. “Is there something you want?”

Jack was shifting. “Uh, no? I mean, yes. I think that car is here for me?”

“So you own a motorcycle and a sports car now, do you? I didn’t know working at KO burger paid enough to earn that much extra cash.” she said dryly. She could see both Esquivel and Nakadai hovering nearby, obviously listening in. They were probably worried she was close to learning their secret.

“No, I mean, it’s not? Not mine, I mean.” Jack fumbled as he spoke.

Oh, poor boy. She could see his brain working in overtime trying to produce a good excuse. She supposed it didn’t help that he still had that crush on her. She’d noticed. Of course she had. She wasn’t blind, thank you very much.

Sierra decided to be merciful. “Actually, Jack, this is my ride. I’m sure your motorcycle will be here soon, though.” she said cheerfully. Then she turned, smoothing a hand over her partner’s hood. “Hey, Smokescreen. Thanks for coming to get me. Do you mind if I get in?” She knew she had to anyway, but it always paid to ask first. Besides, it was only polite to make sure the giant robot you were about to hitch a ride with was okay with you climbing inside them.

“Sure!” The young bot answered. His voice was quiet, but still cheery.

His driver’s door popped open partway, and she pulled it open enough to climb inside. It closed after her, and once she buckled herself in she looked up to see Jack and his two friends gaping at her. She smiled at them, lifting her hand in a wave, and then Smokescreen was backing out of the parking space and driving off. They got further away from the school, and then both of them broke into laughter.

“Oh, the looks on their faces!” Smokescreen gasped, delighted. “Sierra, Sierra that was amazing. Oh Primus Sierra you should have seen how they reacted when you called my name. I’m never going to forget it.” he sounded so giddy. It was adorable.

Sierra giggled, a hand curled over her mouth. “I wish I did, but their faces as you drove off will have to do. God, Smokescreen. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a teenage boy look that confused by something that wasn’t the opposite sex.” she said, very delighted. Just because she had manners didn’t mean she didn’t like having fun, after all.

Smokescreen made a sound that couldn’t be described as anything other than a giggle. “I really don’t know what that means. But I think I get the idea. Did you see Miko? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her speechless before.”

She smiled, patting his wheel. “I did. I don’t know her as well as you but from what I’ve seen of her I’d have to agree with your sentiment.” she said lightly.

She glanced up to see they were coming up to the base. Mentally, she planned what she’d need to do this evening. She had homework to complete, and she needed to do it because she refused to fall behind in any of her classes. She didn’t care that she was now privy to America’s greatest secret, she had a GPA to maintain and no giant alien robot war was going to stop her. But, after she did her homework, she fully intended to relax and have fun. She was, after all, partnered to a giant alien robot. She had to take advantage of that.

When Smokescreen pulled up into base and popped open his door, she grabbed her back and slid out. “Thanks for the ride, big guy!” She said brightly.

Smokescreen transformed, rising to his full height. “It was my pleasure!” he chirped, his winglets–or doorwings, as he’d told her they were called–wriggling at his back.

Sierra smiled, and was about to say something else when she heard engines, and then Jack came in on his motorcycle, shortly followed by a green SUV and a yellow sports car. The other humans disembarked, and the three other bots transformed. Sierra smiled, waving. She’d met them the night she’d been introduced to all of this, after Agent Fowler had gotten her up to speed on everything. She liked Bumblebee. He was sweet. It made her determined to at least try and learn to understand him.

“So what’s the deal, huh?” Miko demanded, looking irritated and ready to storm over. “This was supposed to be just our thing! How’d you find out about it?”

Sierra snorted, and turned to Smokescreen to find he was already crouching and offering her his palm. She smiled, stepping up and gratefully letting him transfer her to his shoulder. It seemed he liked having her close just as much as she liked being up here. It was cute. He was a sweet bot.

“Calm now, Nakadai.” she said dryly.

“It’s Miko!”

“Fine. Miko.” Sierra rolled her eyes. “I found out because Starscream decided to try and abduct me. Apparently, the Decepticons have been watching you three and have learned that I mean something to Jack. They thought they could use me against you.” She said, directing the last part towards the boy in question.

Jack looked stricken, his face paling and his eyesight blowing wide. “Oh hell, Sierra, I’m so-“

“Save it.” she cut him off. “I’m not mad. It would be wrong to say you’re not allowed to have friends beyond Miko and Esquivel just because you know a secret like this.” he said, making a vague gesture around her.

“Um, you can just call me Raf. Or Raphael. Whatever you prefer.” Esquivel said, sounding a little awkward.

Sierra shot him a warm smile, then turned her attention back to the still irritated Miko. “Anyway, Starscream was about to grab me when Smokescreen stopped him.” she said. “He got me out of there, brought me back here, and now I guess I’m part of this, too.” he shrugged.

Miko huffed, obviously still annoyed that the secret was even a little less exclusive now. Still, she made no more arguments, instead walking to the small deck Smokescreen had described as the “human entertainment nook” and firing up the TV. Raphael stared, looking back and forth between the two girls before sighing and going up to join her. He sat on a separate seat, pulling out his computer and settling back. Jack stared at Sierra, then sagged and sighed.

“I am sorry.” he said after a moment. “But I am glad you’re alright too, and that you’re here. Welcome to the team, Sierra.” he said, then quickly went up to sit next to Miko.

Sierra snorted, arching a brow and glancing at Smokescreen. “I’d say that went quite well, wouldn’t you?”

Her partner snickered, his doorwings fluttering, and even Arcee chuckled as she went off to do…whatever she did in her spare time. Bulkhead looked incredibly awkward and sheepish, shooting Sierra an apologetic look as he moved further into the base. Bumblebee, for his part, just buzzed his amusement and went to sit on the ground by the entertainment hook.

Sierra hummed, then shared one last look with Smokescreen before she settled further on his shoulder and pulled her bag off her shoulder.

‘Well,’ she thought. ‘Time to get to work.’

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Sierra had just finished her homework and was settling down on the couch to read her novel when Smokescreen returned. He’d gone out at some point in the past hour, leaving her in what she’d decided to simply call the Nook, and gone off to do…something. Currently, Raphael was up on a higher platform doing something with the computers, Miko was in another room playing her guitar with Bulkhead, and Jack was curled on the Nook’s armchair watching TV. As far as she could tell, Arcee was off doing…her things, Bumblebee had gone out for a patrol, and Optimus was with Fowler, trying to deal with something. Ratchet was working quietly with Raphael. It was peaceful.

And then Smokescreen came back, and it caught Sierra’s attention because he was walking. He held his hands cupped in a sphere in front of his chest, padding over to the Nook and beaming. Immediately, Sierra started getting a feeling in her gut that Something Was Up.

“Sierra!” her partner greeted cheerfully. His doorwings flapped. “I remember you were telling me about your research for school, about the local wild animals, and I thought I’d help!”

‘Oh no.’

“Help.” Sierra said carefully. “I see. Help how?”

Smokescreen looked like he was going to say something, but then-

“BLAAAAAAAAA!”

Sierra froze. Jack froze. Raphael froze. Ratchet froze and turned to face the scene very, very slowly. The look in his eyes promised doom and destruction. No one said anything.

“Smokescreen.” Sierra said slowly. “Please don’t tell me you caught a wild goat for me.”

The adorable, idiotic giant robot tilted his head. His right doorwing twitched once. “I didn’t? I caught that sheep thing you mentioned.”

“You caught a desert bighorn sheep.”

“Yeah, that’s the one!”

“BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“Smokescreen, put it back.”

“What? Why?” And bless him, he looked so confused.

Sierra could see Ratchet losing his patience. She had to diffuse this, fast. “Because it’s very cruel to take a wild animal from its home. It’s terrified, Smokescreen. I can finish my research with stuff from the library. I don’t need an actual bighorn sheep. I wouldn’t know what to do with it. Please put it back.”

Smokescreen blinked. “Oh.” he paused. “I guess I shouldn’t bring you that owl you really like, in that case?”

And oh no, he sounded so sad. The poor bot just wanted to make her happy. Oh, oh no. She couldn’t be mad at this. He was trying so hard and she couldn’t fault him for genuinely not knowing any better. He hadn’t been here for years and years like the other bots had. God, he was just excited the have a friend, wasn’t he? It was almost like he didn’t have the type of social connections he so clearly craved with the rest of Team Prime.

‘I will find who hurt him and I will destroy them.’ she vowed to herself. ‘It is going to be slow and painful, and I will make the devil himself fear my fury.’

“Probably not.” she agreed, her expression and tone gentle and kind, showing nothing of how she actually felt. “But how about you can come and get me and bring me to it if you ever see an animal you think I’ll like?” she offered. “And if you know I’m busy, I’ll never say no to a picture.” she gave him a warm grin. “Now, how about you and I both go put that back, and I’ll even tell you more about that species on the way?”

“BLAAAAAA!”

It seemed the sheep agreed.

“Alright.” Smokescreen said, sounding faintly embarrassed.

Sierra put her book down, then took the Nook’s stairs to the floor and looked up at her partner. He set the sheep down and transformed, then popped open his backseat door. Before she sheep could bolt, Sierra scared it back towards her partner and herded it to jump into his backseat. The door slammed shut, and Sierra hopped in to the open driver’s seat. Then, they were driving out of the base.

In the rear view mirror, Sierra could see the shock on Ratchet’s face. Almost like he hadn’t expected her to fix the situation the way she had. It made something angry curl in her gut, as she remembered how tired and resigned her partner had sounded that first day when Ratchet had been scolding him over the comm. line. It made her wonder how the bots usually dealt with Smokescreen making mistakes. She hoped it wasn’t just yelling and berating him.

Sierra sighed, forcing those thoughts to the back of her mind, and refocusing on her partner. “So.” she said. “How’d you even catch it, anyway?”

“Oh that? It was pretty easy, actually. I accidentally scared it off a cliff and I caught it before it could fall.” he said cheerfully.

‘Huh. That’d work.’

“Well, thank you very much for bringing it to show me, Smokescreen. I appreciate the thought and the gesture.” she said.

“You do?”

“Of course! You saw something you thought I’d like and you brought it back for me. That makes me happy. Just, please. No more animals, okay? I won’t say no to plants and flowers, if you really want to bring me something. No cacti, though.” she told him.

She could practically feel him brightening now that he knew what he could bring her instead. “Alright!”

“Now, let’s get this guy home. I’m sure it’ll be very happy to be back where it belongs.” she looked back at the terrified sheep huddled on the backseat. “Right, fella?”

“BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’

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And there it is! I know it’s not exactly what you asked for, but there was some of Sierra talking with the others! The idea with the sheep just wouldn’t leave my head though so I had to. I just did. I hope you liked it!

This ‘verse is fun. I like it. But for now, back to my other work!

Until next time, friends!

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local-spoon-does-a-thing · 3 years

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[(Platonic) TFP! Optimus Prime x Reader]

A/N: So this was just a little vent fic I needed to do since school is going to start up tomorrow and I am not ready for it. Sorry if it's bad, but then again, it's a vent fic. Also I finally decided to watch Transformers Prime and I really like it.

Ah yes, it was back to school day. Winter break had unfortunately passed by way too quickly for anyone’s liking, but what else could they do? For you, the first day was always so dreadful. At least you only have one more year left before you enter college. Until then, you were stuck with kids you didn’t want to be around, dreadful school lunch, and assignment anxiety. Luckily, you got to go to school with Jack and Miko. You never really knew them at first but after getting caught up in an incident between the Decepticons and Autobots, you got to meet Raf and soon, your bonds with them grew (the Fearsome Foursome as Miko would call you guys).

It was your last period before school ended. You were absolutely waiting for the moment when you got to ride with Optimus, as he was your guardian. Sure, he was a busy ‘Bot, but he always managed to make time with you. You stared out the window at the driveway, feeling excited with which shenanigan was going to take place today. But you were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when you hear your name get called by the teacher.

“[Y/N], do you have your assignment?” The teacher questioned as she had a stack of papers resting in her arms. Oh, son of a- you’ve forgotten to do your assignment throughout the break since you were too caught up in having fun with your friends. Then again, who the hell assigns homework on winter break? It’s called a break for a reason. Twiddling your thumbs guiltily, you shook your head no and swallowed a lump in your throat. Please don’t get detention, please don’t get detention, please-

“[Y/N] you had all of winter break to finish your assignment. You’re a 12th grader, please be more responsible. You have detention after class.” She said as she went to her desk and put the sheets of paper down. You could feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you heard the teacher resume the class and lesson. Oh great, you lost homework credit and got detention. That assignment had 50 points and it went down the drain! Welp, guess it was time to say goodbye to your grade. You felt a cloud of pessimism shadow over your head as you did your best to pay attention to what was on the whiteboard. Time slowly passed by and finally, the school bell rang. As the students rushed out of the classroom, you slowly made your way out of the room as well and instead of walking out of school, you walked to the detention room. You gave a quick message to Jack to tell the others that you were in detention. Once the text had been sent, you entered the detention classroom and sat all the way in the back row, next to the big window.

For some reason, time seemed to drag on even more slowly. There were a few students in the room, but they were either asleep or doing their homework. You might as well do your homework as well since there was nothing else to do. As you fetched your utensils and the sheet of work, in the corner of your eye you saw a blue and red semi-truck waiting on the driveway. You couldn’t tell, but you could feel the old leader’s gaze resting on you through the window. You prayed with all your might to not get lectured tonight since you weren’t in the mood for it. You know that he means well, but it was still irritating. Clicking your pen, you looked back down at your paper and tried to solve an equation. Unfortunately, with the heavy gaze still on you and the worry of his lecture and disappointment, you got little to nothing done on your work.

Once you were able to leave, you packed all of your stuff and quickly left the building, soon making your way towards the semi-truck. You kept your eyes on the ground as the door flung open and you entered the passengers side. As soon as the door slammed shut, the engine came to life and you two made your way back to the base. The ride was pretty quiet as your hands rested on your lap. You refused to look away from your lap and continued to brace yourself for the lecture.

“[Y/N]...” Ah, there it was. After a moment passed by, you looked up at the radio and waited for him to continue. “Jack told me that you had detention. Care to explain why?”

Ah scrap, here we go again. You sunk into your seat and crossed your arms before answering his question. “Um, I forgot to do my assignment. That’s it, I swear.”

You could hear a faint sigh coming from his radio, though you couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of disappointment. No other words were exchanged as the ride continued on. After some more time passed by, you two were back at the base. You grabbed your backpack and got out as Optimus transformed out of his vehicle mode. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, his expression unreadable. You then went on to make your way towards the couch upstairs, but you were stopped once you heard Optimus’ voice once again.

“[Y/N], please take caution on when your assignments are due. I worry that you won’t be able to graduate at this rate.”

There wasn’t much to say at that statement. You just gave him another guilty look and nod before continuing to make your way towards the couch. You could hear Miko tease about you getting attention while Jack told her off. Raf offered help for your homework, but you politely declined. As the trio went down to hang out with the other bots, you stayed at the couch and twirled the pen in between your fingers as you tried to complete your homework. Okay, maybe you did need help. Though, it was too late to ask for any just as you went on to decline it. Your pride got in your way once more. Plus, Raf was having fun with the others and you didn’t want to spoil that. The dark cloud that loomed over your head had yet to disappear but instead, it continued to grow as each second passed by. You furrowed your eyebrows and glared intensely at the equation you were stuck on. If it were possible, there would’ve been a hole going straight through your homework as your stare was that intense. For some goddamn reason, you couldn’t concentrate on anything. Your mind and thoughts kept jumping from the time you got detention to the time you had your ride with Optimus. It was honestly very frustrating and you could blow up with anger at any given second. The sounds of the ‘Bots and your friends having fun at the other side of base didn’t help you either.

Eventually, you tossed the pen on the table and leaned back into the couch. You stared up at the ceiling above you and let out a deep sigh. Ratchet took notice of your sigh and took a brief moment to look at you. You looked utterly exhausted while your eyebrows were still knitted together. The medic raised an optic and questioned you.

“Is there something wrong, [Y/N]? You look like you’re about to fall apart at any second.”

Lazily, you moved your head to the side and looked at him. By now, you were too tired to even give him a weak, reassuring smile. You just had to hope that Ratchet trusted your word. “No worries, everything is under control.” He didn’t believe you.

“Doesn’t look like it. Are you having problems with your homework? Optimus told me about what happened earlier.”

Of course he would know. You were embarrassed once more and looked back up at the ceiling. You sighed once more and nodded your head, telling him that you were having problems. Ratchet let out a small hum and called for Raf. After you heard the mention of the little boy’s name, your body snapped straight up and you looked at Ratchet with panic. Before you could protest, Raf was with you. You meant no ill intent or offense towards the boy, but you couldn’t believe that you were getting help from a 12 year old.

“[Y/N] needs help with their homework.” Ratchet simply says before going back to work.

Raf nods and sits down next to you. “So, what do you need help with?”

Grabbing the sheet of paper in front of you, you showed him what you needed help on. You then stop him before you could begin solving the equation. “It’s not that I don’t know how to solve it. It’s just...it’s kinda hard to concentrate, y’know? I think I’m having one of those days.”

And Raf did understand. Everyone had one of those days where they couldn’t focus. But that didn’t make you stupid. All you wanted to do was spend time with the others, especially Optimus since one, he was your guardian. And two, Decepticon activity has been exceptionally high lately and even though he picks you up from school almost every single day, you still wanted to be with him.

“I understand, but maybe you should take a break before getting back to work. It helps a lot.” Raf suggested but you politely declined. You explained how you wanted to just get everything over with so you could hang out with the others as soon as possible. He wanted to insist, yet he respected your decision. As some time went on, you still couldn’t focus on what was happening. The young boy continued to try to explain to you the equation, but in the end you gave up. Optimus had just finished his duties and returned to the base. He laid his optics upon you and made his way towards you. Now, he could fully see the frustration and irritation written on your face as you aggressively clicked your pen.

“Is something the matter, [Y/N]?” The old Bot asked.

“[Y/N]’s having a hard time concentrating. We haven’t even finished a single problem yet.” Raf answered for you.

“Hmm, I see. [Y/N], get ready. We’re going for a drive.”

You stopped clicking your pen and looked over to Optimus, who was already in his vehicle form. Your shoulders dropped and you tossed the pen back on the table before standing up and stretching your body. You then looked back at the young boy and gave a weak but kind smile. “I’ll be back soon. Just make sure Miko doesn’t spill anything on my homework.” You tell him before waving and making your way back down.

Once you entered the vehicle, he drove his way out of the base and went outside. It was starting to become night time and there was a lovely sunset on the horizon. The gloomy cloud that was now a storm started to drift away from your head and you could feel yourself relax. It was quiet, but you liked it. One of the many things you could appreciate from Optimus was that you two would just have comfortable silences together and you loved it. You tapped on the window and signalled for him to roll it down and once he did, you stuck your head out and rested your chin on top of the door. The breeze nicely hit your face and ran through your hair. Everything was instantly better now. It was quiet for a while, but Optimus finally decided to talk to you after seeing how relaxed you are now.

“It seems that you are calm now. I’m glad that I could be of some use.” He chuckled. “Is there anything on your mind? Anything you want to...vent, as you call it?”

It took a moment for you to reply. You were contemplating on whether to tell him or not. You didn’t want to bring him down with your problems yet then again, you could really vent out right now. And so you did.

“I- um, I don’t know why, but it’s just so difficult for me to focus. I can’t focus in class, on my homework, and I couldn’t even finish a single problem. I’m always so forgetful and even when I set up reminders on my phone and what not, I always forget. I don’t get or understand why. Is there something wrong with me? Am I just dumb?”

At this question, Optimus slowed down and came to a full stop. Thankfully, the two of you were in the middle of nowhere. If he could, he would place you on his shoulder while stargaze under the night sky. Unfortunately, he would be at risk of getting his cover blown.

“You are not dumb. Having trouble focusing or remembering does not make you dumb. But if you truly feel that there is something wrong with you, I highly recommend that you either see Ratchet or another professional. Just know that the Autobots and the other children will be here to support you. I know that things may seem tough right now, but you must trudge through. Things will get better soon, I promise you.”

Just like that, your worries melted away. Optimus has never broken a promise and he doesn’t plan on breaking one any time soon. You know that you can trust him and you’ve taken every one of his words to heart. Nothing else needed to be said as a relieved smile entered your face. You leaned back into the seat and rested the temple of your head against the door before shutting your eyes.

“Thank you, Optimus. Thank you for being here for me.”

“Always, [Y/N].”

#transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #tfp #tfp x reader #optimus prime #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #ratchet #miko #jack #raf #reader

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suite43 · 3 years

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"Are you just going to stand there all night?" Starscream muttered, glaring from where he was laying in bed, wings tucked to one side.

"Where else am I supposed to go?" Bumblebee asked. He wasn't looking at Starscream, just standing on the other side of the room, staring out one of the absurdly massive windows at the city below.

Bumblebee sighed. It was late. Really late. Slug was probably getting dragged out of Maccadam's right about now, probably by a cranky Ironhide and the other dinobots. Wheeljack would still be up, somewhere, if not at the bar then tucked away in a workshop or other. Blurr was probably still working. Bee absently wondered what time it was on Earth, and if Optimus was okay, and tried to guess where the Lost Light might be right now.

He missed them.

Recently he'd taken to spending his nights wandering around the massive Iacon tower where Starscream lived. It was always mostly empty in the late hours. He'd mentally mapped almost all of it. Down to the basement to watch whatever the hell Starscream had his mnemosurgeon up to, thinking up ways to chastise him for it in the morning. Around the public spaces, tracing the patterns of the incredible stained glass windows and the tiling of the floors. Up and down dozens of flights of winding stairs that probably would've killed him had he still had a physical body. He still felt an ache in his bad knee, some nights. Through the offices of the delegates, often catching miss Windblade working late, muttering to herself, or occasionally talking to Chromia.

But he knew the tower too well. It was beginning to just remind him of how fucking alone he was. He'd long since overcome any nerves or feelings of impoliteness about eavesdropping, but it was still painful to walk in and out of rooms without so much of an acknowledgement that he'd been there at all. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes in the late late nights in big empty towers where he could scream and yell and stomp as much as he wanted and nobody would so much as blink, a part of Bumblebee began to think that maybe Starscream is right.

Does it even matter? The more sleepless nights spent wandering empty buildings as a pathetic excuse for a poltergeist made Bee start to think that if everyone else was convinced he was a hallucination, maybe he was.

"Where else am I supposed to go?"

Starscream didn't respond at first, leaving Bee to his thoughts. Or maybe he was having thoughts of his own. Equally broody ones, probably. Bumblebee wanted to not care what Starscream was thinking. But he cared.

"You could at least sit down."

///

Days bled into weeks into months, and their interactions became more comfortable, despite everything. There was less denial on Starscream's part, that certainly helped. Being told you're not real twenty-seven times a day by the only person who can see you isn't exactly good for ones mental state, and Bee was greatful for the change.

The nights were still hard.

As far as Bee could tell, he didn't need to sleep. But, even when the stubborn bastard said otherwise, Starscream did. Which meant there were usually at least a few hours Bee had to pass alone.

Most nights does not mean every night, though. Starscream was still an insomniac.

And at some point, Bee had moved from sitting by the window and brooding to dragging the chair closer to Star's bed, encouraged by one too many passionate late-night conversations about some plan or other that they'd gotten way too into.

Being closer to Starscream meant more noticing the tossing and turning, the restless flicker of optics and quiet uncomfortable muttering that filled his nights before Starscream would eventually give up on the whole "sleep" thing, shoving his face into a pillow and letting out a string of swears.

"Are you okay?" Bee asked, one such night.

"What do you care?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Tch. Hardly."

"If you're worried about keeping a secret, remember I physically can't talk to anyone else. If you're worried about embarrasing yourself, remember I'm literally dead. No matter what you are actively doing better than I am in terms of survival."

"And yet, that doesn't stop you from being one judgy son of a bitch."

"Eh, it's an autobot thing. Judgy is what we do, isn't it?"

"Agreed," Starscream smirked, despite how exhausted he seemed, and something in Bee's chest gave a slight lurch at the sight.

"Seriously, whats bothering you?"

///

There came a point where "comfortable" became "casual", which became borderline intimate at times, which was astounding. Despite being stubborn and cagey and completely avoidant about 90% of his real issues, Starscream had managed to be genuine for long enough to manage good conversations.

Bee felt much more certain with that. Starscream was connecting with him, in his way. Which meant that Bee couldn't be that fake, or that annoying. He was probably real. Which was confidence-boosting. He didn't dread alone time nearly as much, knowing that he was making an impact on at least one person during the day made the nights a bit easier. Still, Starscream didn't sleep much.

"I don't get it..." He was drunk, and muttering, more talking at Bumblebee than to him, tired and barely coherent and definetly obsessing. Starscream could barely keep his eyes open. He was laying in his bed, which was pressed into a corner of the room, facing the nearby wall.

The nearby wall, which happened to have a Bee blocking the view. He had sat himself in Starscream's bed, in one corner, leaning up against the walls, cane laying next to him, repeating bits of information back to Star and correcting him on this or that detail, rebuttling his more outrageous claims with bored No, you won't's and Really, Starscream?'s.

"You're driving headfirst into a cliffside and then wondering why you aren't getting anywhere," Bee said, interrupting Starscream's latest rambling.

"Well, if you're so smart, what would you suggest I do?"

"Go to bed, tackle it again in the morning when you have the common sense to climb." Bee smiled a little. He sounded almost like Prime. Or maybe more like Wheeljack? Didn't matter. It was solid advice.

"Or fly. I'm a jet."

"Sure, or fly, whatever. Go the fuck to sleep. You need it."

"I don't need you."

"Didn't say you did." Bee rolled his eyes.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do."

"Somebody has to at least try to make sure Cybertron's great and powerful leader isn't falling asleep at his desk tommorow."

"I've earned the right to nap wherever I damn well please."

"Not during a trial. Or a council meeting. Or-"

"We have a council meeting tommorow?"

"Yeah, you do, it's in your schedule. It's early."

"Fuck," he rubbed at his eyes. "I should've thought about that before I went and drank half a bottle of high-grade."

"I tried to warn you." Bee didn't see the point in mentioning that it was considerably more than half a bottle. He'd figure it out in the morning.

"...Thanks." It was quiet, and a little ashamed, and shockingly sincire.

"Um. You're welcome? I do my best."

Starscream stared at him for a moment, expression focused but unreadable. Then he rolled over, shifting his wings, snuggling in to make himself more comfortable, still muttering to himself even as he drifted off.

Bee sighed, letting himself slide down until he was laying on the bed. He could feel it under him, sort of. It was firm, but not much else. He didn't feel the smoothness of the silky fabric he knew Starscream spent way too much money on, nor the warmth that should be eminating from the sleeping seekers frame. He did, however, feel the steady thrum of Starscream's spark. It reverberated in the hollow of Bee's own chest, where his own sparkbeat was barely a faint flicker.

He wondered if Starscream felt that in the same way. A small, persistent tug at the edge of his spark, even when they weren't near each other. If he did, he'd probably call it guilt.

Bee sighed and closed his eyes, just focusing on the spark's pulse, the soft push and pull. He might not be able to actually sleep, but he could at least pretend for a bit.

///

Bee groaned and pulled himself out of bed, finally giving up as he left his apartment and marched down the night streets, following the tugging weight at the edge of his spark until he was face to face with a door into a familiar apartment in a familiar building and he was suddenly hit with a wave of what the fuck am I doing?

He spent a minute arguing with himself over whether or not he ought to actually knock on the door, but it turned out to be useless, because it slid open without him doing much of anything at all. In the doorway stood a weary Starscream looking surprised, but also not, to see the yellow minibot in front of him.

"Bee?"

"Uh, hi."

"What are you doing here?"

"Uh, well," Bee suddenly felt very foolish. "I, uh, can't sleep."

"And... you came here?"

"Yeah. I guess."

Starscream just stared at him for a minute before turning away with a huff, retreating into the apartment, the door left open behind him. It seemed as good an invitation as he was going to get, so Bee followed him in.

He wandered through the apartment, following Starscream back to the bedroom, already feeling some of his nerves beginning to settle just by being here. It wasn't the same apartment Starscream had had when he was ruling the planet, but it was similar enough. Same decor, same layout. A bit smaller, but still, the whole place was overwhelmingly Starscream. He spilled out of the furniture, painted the walls and filled every nook and cranny with himself. His presence was, as always, undeniable and overwhelming. To Bumblebee, it just felt safe.

Neither of them really talked, and in fact barely even spared a glance towards the other as they climbed into bed, both for embarrasment's sake and a lingering fear that adressing what was happening would break it.

They continued not acknowledging it until Starscream, muttering something about his wings, rolled over to face Bee's back. Bee could feel Starscream's sparkbeat flittering anxiously, and was having to make a concious effort to keep his own close to steady as he moved backwards to press right against Starscream's chest.

There was a moment where Starscream froze, unsure of exactly what to do, but eventually he decided on tenatively wrapping an arm around Bumblebee's waist, growing more confident when Bee melted into it, relishing the simple touch.

Bumblebee slept better that night, pulled against Starscream's chest, knowing he was held and safe and real, then he had in weeks.

///

Bumblebee woke up first the next morning, Starscream's face nuzzled into the space between his shoulders, the jets breathing even and warm against Bee's plating.

He didn't make any move to get up, or even so much as twitch. He wanted to squeeze every second he could out of it, before Starscream woke up and shoved him away again and whatever this was inevitably ended.

But that didn't happen. Eventually, Starscream stirred, coming online with a jolt, like the act of waking had snuck up and startled him. He pulled away from Bee, looking around the room, letting his processor catch up with who and where he was. After a moment he soothed, letting out a shaky breath and pressing his face against Bee's cheek, wrapping his arms back around the minibot's waist.

"You're still here?" Star muttered, voice still thick with sleep.

"Where else would I go?" Bumblebee said. He didn't say it outright, but he used every fiber of his being to push I just want to be wherever you are out at Starscream and hope he got the message, because Bee didn't think he could say it out loud.

Apparently it was good enough, because Starscream's arms around him squeezed him tighter and he gently, so softly that it nearly seemed as if he was scared, pressed a kiss to Bee's neck.

"Thanks," he said. A part of Bee wanted to say for what? and another wanted to say you don't have to thank me and another wanted to say i love you, but he didn't say any of those things. Instead, he turned himself over, trying not to pull away from Starscream any more than he absolutely had to, and he kissed him properly. It was soft, and inexperienced, and lazy, and it was so good that Bee felt like sobbing.

He blinked away tears and let his head fall to lean against Starscream's chest, hands tracing their way up and down the plating of Starscream's arms softly. He kissed the golden glass of Star's chest, listening to the thrum of the spark behind it, the way it pulsed in time with his own, the tugging feeling sated for now but the presence of Star's spark alongisde his own as strong as ever.

#red.doc #sorry this is completely unprompted i just dont wanna deal with uploading it to the thingy rn #the website.#starbee

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gayautobotwolves · 3 years

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Tfa megop fic for my au, because I was bored..

“You know I love you, right?”, Optimus muttered, reaching to grab the hand of his partner. There was a bit of cold silence as they stood atop the mountain together, gazing at the bright city far below them. “I have. For the last...few thousand years”, Megatron responded, he hadn’t been making eye-contact this entire time, just staring ahead, almost avoiding the small prime’s gaze...like he was embarrassed. “Right...it’s just...after you became a decepticon and….after I beat you up...on the ship….and here on earth….”, Optimus sighed, he moved Megatron’s arm around himself, and the other bot complied, making sure his servo was placed firmly on Optimus’ shoulder. There was more silence, just the wind made a little bit of noise, the sound of something akin to what humans call breathing, but it was rather the inner workings of Megatron, he was nervous, and he was getting a little loud, a grumbling growl of...fear...rather than anger.

“You had every right to be upset back then. You had every right to fight back...I was hurting you. Like the fraggin’ fool I am, I let my goals and my priority override what we had together. I abandoned you. And I’ve hurt you…”, Megatron grumbled, moving his arm, moving a little further away from Optimus, “In fact, why on this horrid planet would you want to pursue me still? After everything I've done to everyone, you’re still holding on?”, he growled a bit, his sharp teeth rattling as he clenched his fists. “Because I know you still care about me. Yes, you’ve been vain, frankly, you’re a glitch and you deserve what you get. Even though I’m fed up with all this, and sometimes you, I knew from the look you gave me on the ship when you had me pinned. You weren’t going to hurt me. We both knew it. Yes, you suck, you deserve punishment and probably deserve to be locked up too, but I still love you anyways….you dork”, Optimus gave him a smile, butting his head against Megatron in a playful sort of way, chuckling a little bit. For the first time in a long while, Optimus saw an actual smile from the menacing mech, a small one, but a smile that radiated the same love that Megatron once had...back when he was an autobot. “Wow, your perception hasn’t died down since we were younger. You still have a sharp eye, Orion”, Megatron chuckled, he sat down, and motioned for Optimus to come over, both of them laughed just a little bit, quietly, as the bigger bot wrapped his arms around Optimus, snuggling him close, touching heads for just a moment, before both turning to gaze at the stars. It was easier to hear Megatron’s engines huffing now that they were so much closer, something about the steady rhythm of the other mech calmed Optimus down. He pressed one side of his face against Megatron’s chest, his little horn-like antennas twitching a little bit, this was the first time in what seemed like forever, where they could finally be together in peace. Without worrying about what others would think. Obviously, they couldn’t stay out here for too long. Optimus’ team would notice he’s missing, and Megatron has important things to do...schemes to plan...but it’s easy to ignore all that when they could just focus on each other. Cuddling beneath the blanket of stars. “Do you really think you can get back up to Cybertron? I don’t know if you have the experience to build a space bridge”, Optimus smirked, he hadn’t moved from his position, it was far too comfy to move. “Well, maybe you can help. You were a space bridge technician, correct? Besides, I could use a good second-in-command. Starscream didn’t work out for me”, Megatron smirked right back, he moved the both of them so that they were optic-to-optic, touching heads ever so gently. “You know my team and the Elite Guard would come knocking on the door in a second….actually...scratch that, the Elite Guard couldn’t care less”, Optimus huffed, he did like the idea of spending more time with Megatron, working together like the old days...but he didn’t like the idea of abandoning his family or being a bad guy either. “They’re even more foolish than I am for abandoning your talent. They have no idea how powerful you are. You didn’t earn that ‘prime’ in your name for nothing”, Megatron growled, baring his teeth again, he seemed pretty upset with the thought of the Elite Guard leaving Optimus behind like they did, “The next time they’re on this planet, contact me. I’d gladly rip them to pieces for what they did”, he seemed to be full of a lot of anger, while he didn’t show it much as he was holding Optimus, he clearly wanted to hit something. “I think I’ll be fine. Besides, don’t need to give the autobots one more reason to hate you. You’ve got enough already”, Optimus chuckled, he thought for a moment, and decided to try and provide some kind of comfort to Megatron, he didn’t like seeing Megatron upset, so he closed his optics, and he let his engines rumble as loud as he could, without growling or making them roar. He tapped on Megatron’s chest a little, rubbing his head up to him. Megatron

froze, his expression softened completely, he moved to kiss the top of Optimus’ head, and he rubbed his head against Optimus’, like the little bot had done to him. As they cuddled, Optimus’ purring rumbling through the air, a much louder and more joyful purr erupted out of nowhere...coming from Megatron. The kind of purr that you have to push yourself to create, a clear sign of joy and comfort. “Woah..you’ve got a real good purr Megs….I haven’t heard you roar like that….not even when we still worked together, where did you get that thunder from?”, Optimus laughed and twitched his little antennas, he tried to push his own purr to go a little louder, as loud as he could go. But nothing the prime could manage dared to even compare to the majestic roar of Megatron’s purr, Optimus was almost completely drowned out by it, the pair were only able to hear each other because their faces were so close. It was such a warming feeling to know Megatron was that happy, that he was happy enough to purr so loud that they would totally get caught if they were close to either of their bases, it lulled Optimus into a bit of a tranced state, Megatron’s purr did more than just calm Optimus down, it seemed to almost hypnotise him in a way. Not in the malicious greedy kind of way, not in the ‘I'm going to force you to do bad things’ kind of way…..more like, in the comforting sort of way. A trance that made Optimus relax against the bigger bot, not controlling him at all, just trying to provide a support system for the prime, he was feeling rather nervous, but the loud and rhythmic purrs immediately caused him to let go of any fear. He had forgotten how lovely it was to hear Megatron purr, especially now that it was louder, he really didn’t mind being up here anymore. There was no telling how long they could stay out here, how long before Optimus’ fellow autobots start to worry, how long before Megatron’s crazy followers start to panic? There was no way of knowing, but neither cared at all, Megatron knew he could protect Optimus with every piece of himself, and Optimus was too focused on his lover to even consider the possibility of getting caught. Megatron shifted how he held Optimus, letting the smaller bot melt into his arms, kissing him on his forehead again, keeping him close, letting him relax….sitting in a protective state, so if trouble did come, at least one of them would be ready. Before he knew it, it seemed Optimus had slipped into recharge, though he still purred quietly, which was hard to hear over the big bot’s own purring. He smiled, sighed, and looked out over the city once more. “You never change, do you Orion? Even after all this time, you still hold your annoyingly sweet attitude….and your soft little purrs…..”, he paused, and looked back down to the bot he was holding, “I love you, more than anybot ever will”.

#transformers #transformers animated #transformers au #transformers animated au #tfa #tfa au #megop #megaop #tfa megop #Double Sided Lovers #tfa megaop #fic #my fic #my au #this one includes my purring headcanon!#i've never really written either of them before #so this is my first time

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fang-wolfsbane · 3 years

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Transformers Animated: Morning Star: Chapter 04: Objective: Defend: Part Two

She screamed.

She screamed far louder than she thought possible, her vocalisers straining to the point that she thought they would snap clean in half. Making contact with the Allspark felt worse than getting her helm kicked in by a bot twice, no, thrice her size. The pain shooting through her helm was like a thousand nano mites scrambling her circuits from the inside out.

She barely had a chance to register her frame hitting the floor beneath her as she curled in on herself, gripping onto her helm as if stopping short from just ripping it clean apart was going to stop the pain.

She wanted Greenblade. She wanted her sister in the room with her, running a soothing servo across her helm and promising her that the pain would subside. It didn’t.

The Allspark snaked out tendrils of energy, digging so deep into her processor that her screaming eventually died down, deafening her audio receptors, along with the fighting in the room next door.

She didn’t know what was happening, nor did she care. She only wanted the pain to stop, silently begging Primus himself to interfere with the connection the Allspark was forcing on her.

Flashes of their parents, of her sparklingdom with Greenblade, invaded her CPU, forcing her to remember the few times their parents had let the sisters spend time together. Greenblade had always been rough around the edges, refined, yet volatile. It wasn’t until Blueflame’s teaching had begun to intensify that Greenblade seemed to show more self-restraint around their parents and any bot else Blueflame was allowed to meet or interact with when the opportunity presented itself.

Greenblade had always been allowed to go to the academy, training to become an elite warrior, not scholar like she had originally thought her sister to aspire to. She never did get the opportunity to ask Greenblade about her classes, instead, mother and father had always doted on Blueflame, barely ever giving Greenblade a nano sec to voice her opinion or tell them about what she had done during the day. Their parents had always known what she had been up to, after all, their mother barely ever left her side.

The only time she ever truly had to herself was when she was in recharge, staring up at the ceiling in her room, contemplating how hard her sister was training with their father. Before, when they were both fairly young, Blueflame would sometimes look out her berthroom window, watching her father and sister train with their swords. At the time, Greenblade had been nothing more than a novice, constantly falling over her blade or nearly spilling energon if the swords hadn’t been blunt at the time.

One evening in particular, the two of them had been training with actual, steel-edged swords. At first Greenblade had easily held her own, slapping their father’s sword to the side with her own and using cycles of training to her advantage, until at the last second, their father had swung his sword down towards her neck. It would have been a clean, painless cut if it had gone through her armour plating.

Whether or not it was really the case, to this day Blueflame believed that it was only due to her gasping out her surprise that their father remembered that he was only meant to spar with his eldest daughter, and not rob her of her life force. The two had stood frozen in time, the only light cast on them far off in the distance. As one they had stood up straight and looked to her window before they silently moved off to continue their training somewhere else. She never saw them train again.

After the images finished forcing her to remember bits and pieces of a past she herself could barely remember, Blueflame curled in on herself, omitting a whimper just as the connecting door blasted open, allowing two mechs to fly past her.

Barely able to focus her optics, Blueflame watched as Optimus Prime and another mech scrambled for the Allspark, each grasping to take a hold of it. For a while it seemed like the stranger was getting the upper servo until Optimus flipped the loading bay door lock.

With a loud whoosh the air within their current chamber was sucked out, the galaxy around them hungrily feeding off the compressed air. Because of this, both Blueflame and the Allspark were dragged towards the two mechs, Blueflame desperately clawing at the floor whilst the Allspark carelessly skidded past.

The Allspark went first, flying towards Optimus, barely giving him enough time to grab onto the handle. The other mech reached out towards it as well, his frame flopping with the ship’s descent, possibly due to the gravity field of the nearby planet she glimpsed behind him.

She could see Optimus’s shoulder blade plating tensing, desperately holding onto the Allspark whilst his axe dug into the side of the ship, anchoring him to it. Blueflame didn’t have the luxury of using a weapon to stabilise herself, so when she slid, she slid fast. Optimus must have caught sight of her from the corner of his optic, because one moment she was hurtling towards the exit, the next, her servo was wrapped around the other side of the Allspark’s container.

Grunting from her arm plating feeling like it was being yanked out of its socket, blue optics met blue. She could tell her optics showed her fear, the fear of being sucked out with the mech behind her and drifting endlessly in space. His optics were firm, fearless as he held onto her and the container as much as he could with just one servo.

The mech behind her seemed to have other ideas as he tried clawing his way back to her, his remaining servo reaching forward until she felt it grab a hold of her ankle strut. She winced, still not letting go of the container as she felt the mech use her leg to try and pull himself back over. Optimus must have noticed, if the way his leg was raising was any indication. He pulled the appendage back and kicked, aiming for the mech’s missing servo strut that he was using to dig into the wall to keep himself in place.

He couldn’t do it alone. The mech was too strong. She knew what she had to do. Gripping her optics shut, Blueflame pulled her own leg back and kicked as well, as hard as she could. She must’ve kicked him in the faceplate, judging from the pained grunt he omitted. She pulled her leg back and did it again and again.

Whether Primus heard her silent plea or not, she didn’t know. The two Autobots looked to each other once more, and as one, they each pulled back a leg and kicked. The mech released her and flew out the loading dock door.

Blueflame smiled with relief, looking to Optimus only to watch him release his hold on the container, and the next moment she saw, she was flying back, heading straight for the exit the strange mech had been evicted from. Fear filled her frame as she was swept back.

Optimus got closer as well, sliding towards her, and just when she thought she was going to disappear into the vacuum of space, something solid shut behind her back. Falling back first into the emergency door seal, Blueflame grabbed onto the Allspark, panting as her optics darted to the previous Prime, relief flooding her systems when she saw his servo resting on the switch that had kept her and the Allspark inside.

Her optics flooded, only too glad that her sister wasn’t close by to see what had transpired. She would have offlined Optimus herself if she knew the risk he took to save them all. His optics hardened as they settled on her, his face mask retracting to reveal the serious expression beneath.

“Get to the stasis pods. Now.”

#Blueflame #Chapter #Fanfiction #Greenblade #Megatron #Morning Star #OC #Optimus Prime #Original Character #Transformers #Transformers Animated #Transformers Animated Morning Star

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daylightsamulet · 4 years

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tfp headcanons ( in which the kids get some time to grow up before joining unit: e, also because i forgot that existed while writing this )

raf's the first one to move on.

he's nearly died once, and he's just supposed to forget that he did? it feels like it never happened.

bee was his only friend, so raf was crushed when he left. but he's grown up a little more now, and he's determined to try and live a normal life.

the next time someone bullies him, he stands up for himself. and surprisingly, he wins a fight. his parents don't recognize him anymore. subtly and quietly, he's changing.

he stops talking to nearly everyone. it's something he doesn't notice, but raf's even quieter now. he listens to the sounds nobody hears, and communicates in his own way.

there's a girl in his grade who tries to befriend him. like him, she waits and listens. it's a while before he's ready to talk about his trauma, but he's healing.

raf scores straight As and his parents couldn't be prouder of him, but he's not proud of himself. nothing will ever be the same again, and that's okay.

he wishes bee were here to see it.

miko can't get over bulkhead leaving, or wheeljack. she might have accepted her parents leaving her alone, but not them.

she shoves her electric guitar in a corner of her room and covers it with an old blanket.

it feels like watching bulkhead die all over again. but this time, he's not coming back. she understands, but it hurts.

so miko picks up her history textbook, and studies. she continues to find ancient relic sites, and has her research in a smash monkey notebook. when the time comes again, she'll be ready.

miko nakadai never goes to detention again. in some ways, she's trying to do bulkhead proud. she hopes he remembers her even if he's never coming back, because she will.

she fixes things with her host parents and her parents and apologises for giving them a hard time. miko even goes to tokyo during summer break to visit her real family. she's trying, and it counts for something.

everything feels normal again, but there's an emptiness miko can't seem to shake. a yearning to go back to being a part of team prime.

jack's the last to come to terms with everything. it's ironic; he was the first to try and leave, but now, he's reluctant to let go.

he gets fired from the fast food joint for missing too many shifts. jack works at a parts store, repairing broken bikes and wishing he could feel like a hero again.

sierra asks him what happened to his bike. he tells her his bike left, and won't be coming back for a long time. they get fries and drinks and talk about school.

his mom cuts him a lot of slack. when he comes back home, flopping on the couch with tears in his eyes, she tells him a story about the day her husband left nevada and never looked back. she's been there before.

jack declines whenever someone asks him to go camping. there's an unspoken fear in his eyes that worries sierra. he says he's afraid of spiders, but she knows it goes deeper than that.

a while later, vinny befriends jack. he won't forget that he saved him that night. he apologises for being a jerk, and jack forgives him.

fowler becomes a part of the family, and to jack, he's a reminder that he went on all those adventures. he's like the father he never had.

jack haunts the nevada base. he sits on the abandoned railing like a ghost, staring at the huge, blank screen. he misses watching it light up and ratchet working it.

the base feels bigger now that he's alone. so he walks the corridors with a broken pipe piece in hand, but nothing happens. for once, everything is /quiet/.

there's a strange feeling when he looks up at the ceiling. it feels like optimus is still there, telling him he's proud of him.

it should be impossible. but if there's one thing jack's learned while with team prime, is that nothing ever is impossible.

he finds the matrix of leadership in the back pocket of his jeans. he doesn't know how it got there, but it is; a promise of a final adventure. almost as if it knew he needed it.

he switches on all the lights and paints a mural on the walls of team prime. optimus, bumblebee, arcee, bulkhead, ratchet, wheeljack, ultra magnus, smokescreen, jack, miko and raf, fowler and june.

it's his own little secret, because he isn't sure anyone will understand. ( june does, and she suspected he was going there from the amount of paint cans he bought )

sierra finds him there one night when she knocked on his front door, and june told her where he might be. somehow, she's less surprised at knowing his secret than he thought.

jack tells her the story, starting from the beginning. sierra listens, and sees jack in a new light. when he finally stops talking, she holds his hand, and they sit in silence admiring jack's mural.

the familiar hum of his mother's car pulls into the base as raf, miko, june, and fowler get out of the car. they're all stunned by the mural ( who knew jack was an artist ? )

miko and raf run up to hug jack. sierra joins in, along with fowler and june. they're a family, whether they realise it or not.

fowler decides its time for them to come on board officially. after all, he knows how much they miss it.

it feels like coming home.

#not trollhunters related but #transformers #transformers prime #transformers prime headcanons #jack darby #miko nakadai #rafael #i came back from the dead to post this???#i watched tfp when i was 12 and grew up and forgot about it until we were sitting and talking about our teen memories and this came about #can u tell i vibe with jack #i wouldve written a fic but i dont have the attention spam too aaaa

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Convoy

"PRIME!" Agent Fowler called out from the screens as Optimus, Jazz and Prowl came into the room.

"Prime!" Fowler called again. "Agent Fowler, to what do we owe-?" The Prime began to ask.

"What else? It's Cons! I chased them off with some hard ordinance! But not before they blew me out of the sky!" Fowler exclaimed in frustration.

"Again?" Miko giggled. "I don't think the Decepticons like him," Paige said. "I heard that!" Fowler exclaimed, "they tried to smash and grab for the DNGS."

"The whatsit?" WhiteRain repeated in confusion. "Dynamic Nuclear Generator System. A.K.A., DNGS," Fowler said. Fowler tapped a button and the video visual shifted from him to a view of a metal crate, held down with several straps and ties.

"It's a prototype energy source I'm transporting to the coast for testing," he said. Ratchet scoffed, "that's absurd. Why would Ember bother themselves with primitive technology?"

"I'm guessing to make a big fat primitive weapon of mass destruction. If this baby were to melt down, it would irradiate this state and the four next door," Fowler said. Raf nervously looked to his friends, "did Agent Fowler say what state he was currently in?"

"I'm a sitting duck here, Prime," Agent Fowler said, "I need you to spin up a bridge and send the DNGS through to its destination before the Cons come back for it."

"I'm afraid that sending such a volatile device through a ground bridge is out of the question. If there were to be an accident during its transmission, the radiation of which you speak could propagate through the ground bridge vortex and harm all 50 states. And beyond," Optimus said warily.

"You got any better ideas?" Fowler asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Paige looked to Optimus, "can I come with you this time?"

"No," Optimus said. Confused, WhiteRain looked to Primrose curiously. "The Decepticons don't know about her being a Galatrian and we'd like to keep it that way," Primrose said firmly. Paige frowned and she walked down the stairs, muttering that she never gets to go anywhere.

“This is for your own safety and you know it,” Ratchet said gently and Paige only grumbled in response.

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Optimus, Bulkhead, Primrose, Prowl, Jazz, Firestorm, Nightwalker and WhiteRain were in the forest that Fowler was in. After making sure that the DNGS was locked and loaded in Optimus' trailer, Fowler sat in the driver's seat and he was about to place his hands on the steering wheel until Optimus stopped him. "No need, Agent Fowler. I will handle the driving," he said.

Fowler frowned before he leaned back against the driver's seat, crossing his arms over his chest and muttering, "it's going to be a long trip."

The Autobots started their engines. "Autobots, roll out," Optimus Prime said and with that, the Autobots started driving.

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On a long two lane highway, Optimus drove in front of the Autobots. Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Firestorm drove behind the Prime while WhiteRain, Jazz, Prowl, Nightwalker and Primrose drove behind the three mechs.

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The console screen showed nine Autobot signals on a map. "We are locked on to you coordinates, Optimus," Ratchet said as he and the kids stood in front of the screen, "barring any complications, you should reach the drop off point by sundown."

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An old rusted pickup truck was travelling slowly down the road. Optimus came up behind it and his horn suddenly blared. Fowler was hitting the horn. "Move it, gramps!" He snapped, hitting his fist on the steering wheel.

"Poor Optimus," WhiteRain chuckled and Nightwalker snickered as Prowl and Primrose let out exasperated vents.

The pickup truck moved to the side of the road, allowing Optimus and the Bots to pass. Fowler still pressed on the horn as they went by.

"Agent Fowler, is that really necessary?" Optimus asked. "Ah, don't tell me you're one of them textbook drivers. Hmph," Fowler huffed as he sat back again, his arms crossed over his chest once again.

A light and dark green helicopter flew through the air, it's blades clearly audible. A man started to speak over a radio.

Bumblebee moved ahead of Optimus. The helicopter followed after the Autobots. "Send in the ground units," the man said.

Fowler had relaxed a bit, a hand on the steering wheel and an arm in the open window. "You know, you're saving my bacon here, Prime," he said.

"I am proud to be of service," Optimus replied. "Course, not like I'd need your help if you and the 'cons had stuck to tearing up your own corner of the galaxy," Fowler said with a small chuckle.

"Are you suggesting that no evil existed on your world before we arrived?" Optimus asked. Backtracking a bit, Fowler stammered, "of... well, it was a... different evil. How about some radio? You seem like a Nashville-sound kind of guy." He reached for the radio dial only to see the helicopter in the rearview mirror.

"That's the one! The con who shot me down!" Fowler exclaimed, "who is he? Wingnut? Dingbat? Skyguy?" "Those are stupid names and you know it," Nightwalker huffed.

"I'm guessing!" Fowler huffed back. "Watch your rearviews," Prowl said through the commlink.

Three lime green and black sports cars came up behind the convoy, boxing in Jazz and Bulkhead. "Feeling a little constricted without the use of my fists here, boss," Bulkhead said.

"Remain in vehicular mode unless absolutely necessary," Optimus said firmly. One of the lime green cars cut in front of Bulkhead, right behind the trailer.

"A whole team of Cons," Fowler gasped.

"What? I'm not picking up anything," Ratchet said, "they must be utilizing a cloaking technology."

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Two more cars joined the other three that were already boxing in Bulkhead and Jazz. One car passed Optimus and Bumblebee, cutting in front of the convoy. Bumblebee tried to pass them but they move with him to stay in front. Fowler noticed another car trying to pull up on Optimus' driver's side. Once even with the Prime, a sunroof opened on the car and a masked man- a MECH agent- stood up, aiming a gun at them.

"Pull over!" The agent said. "Well I'll be dipped!" Fowler exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock.

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"Our assailants are not Decepticons- they are human," Optimus said. "Human?!" Jack, Paige and Raf repeated in shock.

"Oh please. Taking on our bots? They're roadkill!" Miko scoffed.

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The man that had spoken into the radio from before, was now smirking. He had close cut blonde hair and several scars. "Gentleman... stop their engines," the man said.

The agent standing in the car prepared to fire and Fowler braced for impact. Optimus pulled to the side, attempting to drive the lime green car off the road. The force caused the MECH agent to shoot the ground and an explosion rocked the trailer as Optimus pulled away.

Fowler looked out at the MECH agents, "who are these guys?"

"Autobots, maintain your cover and apply minimal force," Optimus instructed, "disarmament only."

Another car with an agent on top tried to pull up on Optimus' passenger side but WhiteRain dropped back and rear-ended them. They tried to pull ahead but WhiteRain slammed into their side and sent them skidding and weaving, until they hit some fallen rock and the car flipped, the agent just ducking back into the car in time.

The convoy drove around the side of the mountain with WhiteRain in lead, and the remaining cars being right behind Jazz, Bulkhead and Primrose.

The man looked at a screen that showed the Bots and the MECH cars. "Those are not civilian drivers," he murmured.

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The Autobots took the turns of the highway as fast as they dared. Fowler was becoming nauseous from the sudden swinging. "Could use some air," he groaned.

Optimus opened his window for the agent and he stuck his head out before he noticed one of the MECH cars had pulled up alongside the trailer and a MECH agent was climbing on the roof of the car. The MECH agent jumped onto Optimus' trailer hitch and used a laser saw on his gun to try and cut the couplings.

"Prime! Bear right!" Fowler exclaimed and the Prime immediately did so, jostling the MECH agent so he nearly fell off the coupling. As the driver tried to help, he was run off the road by the trailer and over the side of the cliff. The car rolled as it hit the bottom, but the agent managed to crawl out.

The agent on the coupling regained his balance and got to work, but Fowler opened the door and climbed on the side of Optimus and grabbed the agent, making him drop his gun and held him over the road by the back of his coat. "You're gonna tell me everything I want to kno-" Fowler was cut off when a tree branch knocked the MECH agent out of his grip.

Fowler climbed back into Optimus' vehicle form and buckled up just as the radio came on. "I do hope you take better care of the DNGS than you do your captives," the man from before spoke.

Fowler looked up at the helicopter and realized that the caller was up there.

"Special Agent William Fowler here. Identify yourself," Fowler snapped. "I am Silas. But of greater consequence to you, we are MECH," the man said, "fair warning- we will be helping ourselves to your device, even if it means inflicting casualties."

"Is that so?" Fowler asked, his eyes narrowing, "tell me, Si, what's the market price for a DNGS these days?"

"What makes you think we intend to sell it, Agent Fowler?" Silas asked. The Autobots kept driving as one of the MECH cars pulled up on Optimus' bumper and Silas' helicopter kept the pace.

"There's a war brewing between the new world order and the newest," Silas said, "the victor will be the side armed with the most innovative technology."

Fowler noticed an agent standing in the sunroof of the car right behind Optimus. The MECH agent shot the door of the trailer with explosive charges, which he detonated with a button on his gun. They blow open the latches holding the door shut, causing it to open. The agent started climbing out of the car to jump onto the trailer. Fowler looked into the side mirror, "so, Si... you think MECH has all the most radical tech?"

The agent made it to the hood of the MECH car, but before they could try to get into the trailer, Arcee jumped out in vehicle form, landing on the hood and knocking the car back while the agent went flying with a scream. The car tipped as Arcee turned around, and a second MECH car ended up flipping over the crashed one, hitting the ground and exploding.

Silas' helicopter avoided the fumes of the smoke as the pilot stared down at the highway. "Definitely not civilian drivers," he remarked.

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"Later, Si," Fowler said with a smirk as he hung up the radio. "Agent Fowler, do not take your "Silas" lightly," Optimus warned, "Megatron preached the very same ideology before plunging Cybertron into the Great War that destroyed our world."

"Optimus, prepare to initiate phase 2," Ratchet said through the commlink, "five miles ahead, to the south, you will reach the rendezvous point."

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On the Nemesis, Soundwave replayed Ratchet's last message on his screen. "So the Autobots are outside the confines of their base," Ember mused, "and they seem otherwise engaged; which means they will never see us coming." She turned to a group of Eradicons, "find them and scrap them."

"Yes, Mistress Ember," the group said and Ember smirked.

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The Autobots continued down the highway, which now ran alongside two sets of train tracks, with a train coming alongside them.

"There's our destination point," Fowler said. "Autobots, keep a tight formation," Optimus said. With that said, the Autobots jumped off the highway and onto the open train tracks, the MECH vehicles following. But as the Autobots entered the tunnel, Nightwalker transformed into his bipedal form and blew up the entrance so the MECH cars could not follow.

The Autobot warrior transformed back into his vehicle mode and caught up with the team. The Autobots drove alongside the train with Arcee sitting in the trailer, and Bumblebee transformed into his bipedal form before he flipped onto the roof of one of the train's boxcars, and he tapped on the door.

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Silas watched the tunnel, "tactical error. Only one way out."

Not long after the train emerged from the tunnel, so did the Autobots. They continued to drive along the train for a few meters before eventually driving up the small hill and finding themselves back on the road.

Silas' smirk grew bigger only for it to fade away in surprise when he saw black and purple jets fly past him.

"Air support? Ours or theirs?"Fowler asked Optimus.

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"Optimus, you have company," Ratchet said.

"Decepticons?" Primrose asked.

"Who else?" Ratchet huffed.

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One of the Decepticon jets fired missiles at the Autobots. Silas watched with shock and amazement. "Military fired on one of their own?" He murmured.

The Autobots swerved to avoid the attack, which caused the trailer to detach from Optimus.

"Sir, the DNGS!" The MECH pilot exclaimed in alarm. The Autobots drove away as the missiles hit the trailer and it blew up.

"Sir, I'm not reading any radiation," the MECH pilot said, "the DNGS didn't melt down."

"No... it did not," Silas said.

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The Autobots managed to lead the Decepticons towards a clearing in the local forest. The Autobots skidded to a stop near a cliff and the Decepticons transformed into their bipedal forms and landed in a line before them.

"Agent Fowler, I'm afraid that if you and we are to survive, it has become absolutely necessary to drop our cover," Optimus said before he transformed around Fowler and the liaison was in his servo. The other Autobots transformed as well.

"So the rumors are true. Living technology stands before us- though perhaps not very long," Silas said with a grin as the helicopter circled around in the air.

Optimus placed Fowler on top of a boulder, "remain here." "Will do," Fowler said.

"After a long road trip, it feels good to get out of the car, stretch my legs," Bulkhead smashed his fists together, "and kick some tailpipe!"

With that, he and the other Autobots charged at the Eradicons and Silas watched from the helicopter.

The MECH pilot looked at him, "sir, if the DNGS wasn't in the truck..." "Yes, that," Silas said and he pressed a button, "Special Agent Fowler, "you lead a charmed life, walking among titans."

Fowler picked up the radio, "come on down. I'll introduce you." "All in good time. But at the moment, I'mvtoo busy wondering how the DNGS might have vanished into thin air without a trace."

Fowler narrowed his eyes.

The Autobots were inside the tunnel, driving next to the train. Bumblebee transformed into his bipedal form and jumped on top of the boxcar and knocked on the door. A military soldier opened the door and blinked in surprise as Bumblebee waved at him.

The trailer walls disappeared around Arcee and the DNGS. Arcee lifted the DNGS into her arms with ease and she passed it off to Bulkhead who was laying on top of the train along with Bumblebee who placed it inside the boxcar.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a train to catch," Silas said. Fowler glared at the radio before he looked up to see Silas' helicopter flying off before Fowler spoke into the radio again.

"Prime! Silas got wise of phase 2!" He exclaimed. Optimus punched a Eradicon aside and paused in the fighting, "I understand."

Suddenly, another Eradicon had grabbed a tree and hit Optimus hard in the face. The Prime fell down the side of the cliff and landed hard on his front. He tried to get up but seemingly passed out.

"Prime, do you read me? Prime!?” Fowler exclaimed in concern, earning no answer.

Primrose charged at the Eradicon who had the tree trunk and she rammed into him, the force of her attack sending the Decepticon flying back. Nightwalker got out his shield before he whirled around and tossed it. It flew into another Eradicon, slicing it in two.

Jazz ran forward and he punched a third Eradicon with WhiteRain leaping over his helm and she punched a fourth. She took out her whip and once it tangled up around a fifth Eradicon, she yanked back hard, whirling around and sending the Eradicon flying across the air and slamming into the ground.

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"Optimus is down!" Miko exclaimed. "MECH's gonna grab the DNGS! We need to think of something quick," Jack said, alarmed.

"You mean like a phase 3?" Raf asked. "Well if MECH wants the DNGS, they need to get on the train," Paige said.

"What if we get on first? Y'know, run some human-on-human interference?" Miko asked eagerly.

"Absolutely not!" Ratchet said firmly. "Yeah, that would be suicide," Paige said nervously. Miko placed her hands on her hips as she gave her friend a look, "hello, the United States of meltdown! Lives are at stake!"

"Yes- yours!" Ratchet exclaimed, "you want me to bridge you not only into a confined space, but one travelling at 90 miles per hour?! I can't even count the number of ways that can go wrong: mass displacement trauma, twisted limbs, metal burn-" "Ay! We're made of flesh and bones, dear!" Paige exclaimed, "not metal!"

"Well... maybe not the last one," Ratchet muttered, "regardless, it is nearly impossible to fix ground bridge coordinates on something moving at that speed."

"Would it help if we had access to the train's coordinates?" Raf asked as he typed some commands into his laptop to bring up the train's coordinates.

"Well... alright," Ratchet said. Jack attached something to his cell phone before following Miko and Paige through the ground bridge. The three jumped through and landed on the train, mainly on their butts.

Getting up, Paige widened her eyes when she saw the unconscious soldier on the ground. Jack looked around nervously before he put his phone up to his ear, "we're in."

"I read you, Jack. The cellphone commlink patch works!" Raf said. The three managed to open the carriage door and saw Silas' helicopter preparing to land on top of the train.

"Raf, MECH's landing on top of the train," Paige spoke into Jack's phone, "please tell me you have a way to stop them."

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"In about 20 seconds, you're gonna come to a fork," Raf said as he typed in various commands, "brace yourselves."

The helicopter was hovering even lower, slowly coming even closer to the top of the train as they approached the fork. After finishing typing in his commands, Raf managed to change the tracks. And instead of going one way, the train went another way. It successfully knocked the helicopter off of the train top. The pilot managed to regain control of the helicopter.

"What happened?" Silas demanded. "Hacker," the pilot said before he pressed a button, "former hacker."

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The train monitor was once occupying the big screen and Raf's laptop. Suddenly, it was replaced with a moving picture of cross bones and a bomb with a lit fuse. Before Raf could even wonder what was going on, the internal bomb went off and fried his laptop, causing it to literally smoke. Raf had to shield his face from some of the sparks that jumped out.

"And what have I been saying all along about earth technology?" Ratchet asked, rolling his optics. "Ratchet, be nice," Paige said.

"Yes Paigey," the medic said with a small smirk.

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Jack, Paige and Miko heard the familiar clang of a helicopter landing on top of the train carriage. They looked up at the ceiling and saw a cackling, sparking laser cutting a hole in the roof to give MECH access to the inside of the carriage as well as the objects and people currently occupying it.

"So what would that buy us?" Jack asked Paige nervously.

"Ten seconds?" Paige guessed nervously with a shrug.

"Raf is losing his touch," Miko remarked.

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Primrose punched an Eradicon. Optimus slowly regained consciousness. He looked down the mountain into the canyon and saw the train with the helicopter on top driving away.

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"They're not taking this thing," Paige said before she grabbed the gun and cocked it. She wasn't surprised that it was still loaded. Jack and Miko stared at her in shock. Paige looked at them deadpanned, "I know how to handle a gun; I did it in the country with my dad's side of the family."

Miko spotted a fireman's axe on the wall and grabbed it. Jack grabbed a fire extinguisher. MECH finished cutting the hole and the panel dropped into the car. Three MECH agents looked into the car.

"You want a slice of this? Well do ya!?" Miko demanded. "What she said," Jack said. Paige aimed the gun at the MECH agents and fired purposefully at the side of the hole, making the MECH agents nearly jump back.

"That was a warning shot, gentlemen," Paige said, "next time, I won't miss."

The MECH agents exchanged glances before they quickly disappeared from view.

"Sir!" The pilot said to Silas and he saw Optimus running along a cliff ledge. The Prime transformed into his vehicle form and took off.

Silas narrowed his eyes, "retreat." With that, the other three MECH agents climbed into the helicopter and the helicopter took off.

Jack, Miko and Paige poked their heads out, seeing the helicopter fly away. "You're pretty fierce," Miko commented.

"First rule of combat: never leave the enemy with the spoils," Silas remarked as he loaded his own weapon.

He stuck his head and torso out of the helicopter and aimed his gun at the train tracks in the distance. He fired a single missle at the train tracks. Jack, Paige and Miko watched helplessly as the missle whizzed past them and the train in general. Then the missle made contact with the tracks. That area of the tracks was destroyed in a large column of smoke, rock, dirt and metal debris.

"Whoa!" Jack yelled.

"Ratchet, MECH has blown the train tracks. You need to bridge us out of here! The soldier too!" Paige spoke into the phone desperately.

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"We've lost access to the train data," Ratchet said urgently, "I can't bridge you back without your coordinates."

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Jack, Miko and Paige exchanged nervous glances. Paige looked back outside and bit her lip.

Optimus drove as fast as he could after the train.

"Optimus, Jack, Miko and Paige are on that train and MECH's blown the train tracks," Ratchet said urgently in the commlink.

"I'm on my way," Optimus said, "maximum overdrive!" With that, he kicked it into high gear and drove up alongside the train.

"M-maybe we should jump?" Paige asked.

"At 90 miles per hour?" Jack asked in disbelief. "It's the impact or the meltdown, take your pick," Miko huffed.

Jack groaned, "what were we thinking, volunteering for this?" "Next time you need to do a better job of talking us out of these situations," Miko said.

“Next time,” Jack sighed.

“You think we could buy a few extra seconds in the back of the train?" Miko asked.

"Guys, at least we're in this together," Paige reminded them before Miko snatched the phone.

"Raf! This is important! Make sure Bulkhead gets my guitar!" Miko requested. Paige heard a noise before she poked her head out.

"I wouldn't exactly read the will just yet," she said. Jack and Miko poked their heads out and saw Optimus.

They watched as Optimus transformed into his bipedal mode and skidded alongside the train, grasping it as he tried to slow it to a stop. Sparks flew from the friction between the train wheels and the track. Jack, Paige and Miko clung to the sides of the open door as the force of the train threatened to knock them down. Eventually, the train stopped not far from the edge of the blown track.

Optimus walked towards the carriage with the DNGS, Jack, Paige and Miko in it. Jack, Paige and Miko raised their left arms up, signifying they were okay.

"Optimus, are you and the children intact?" Ratchet asked through the commlink.

"Intact, Ratchet. Crisis averted. But the world we live in is a different one than previously imagined. One that has spawned its own Decepticons in human skin," Optimus decreed.

"Never again will I ride a train like this," Paige said, "especially if it's in Chicago."

"What matters is that we're all okay," Miko huffed. "Can't argue with that," Jack chuckled. Paige walked over to the soldier and she gently woke him up, shaking him a bit.

He mumbled softly and she transformed into her wolf form before huffing in his face. He yelped as he jumped awake and looked at her and the others.

"You alright?" Paige asked. The soldier gave a nervous nod.

Optimus turned to the other Autobots and Agent Fowler as they hurried over. Then something else caught the Prime's optic. There was a figure standing in the trees.

He wore red and gold armor and he was gazing at them. He must have noticed that Optimus was staring at him so he stepped back into the shadows.

Optimus narrowed his optics before he followed the others into the ground bridge.

When they came into the base, Raf hugged Paige. "What, no hug for us?" Miko asked playfully.

"Nope," Raf said with a smirk and Jack gave a dramatic gasp before the four laughed. Paige smiled at Ratchet and she walked over to him.

He knelt down and she wrapped her arms around his digit. "I love you Ratchet," she said with a smile.

Upon hearing that, everyone turned to them. Ratchet smiled softly, "I love you too, Paige."

Primrose watched the two before she walked down into the hallway. "Hey Ratchet won't be as grumpy anymore!" Bumblebee exclaimed and everyone laughed and chuckled.

Ratchet huffed but he smiled nonetheless. Paige giggled and she nuzzled the medic- her medic's digit happily. And a part of her felt complete.

#transformers prime #fanfiction #my ocs #self insert #the girl among the gods

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