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mechwife · 9 months

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RDC fic something something

Written with the intentions of fluff. We'll see.

Depth Charge / Rampage K+ mild violence

So, I just wanted to add a couple disclaimers here. One, I'm a baby Transformers fan, this is my first fic for my first tf ship. I'm not super familiar with the franchise, but I want to learn. Please don't kill me on arrival lol.

Secondly, I don't have spellcheck lmao. Hopefully I can figure something out if I keep writing this thing.

Anyways, gentle suggestions and guidance are welcome. Or ideas to add to make this even fluffier. I'm awful at naming things so this story doesn't have a name yet.

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At first the change was glacial and gradual, hardly worth thinking of. Taking place was the usual exchange of quips and light blows that prefaced the inevitable clash of fists and explosives, paired with increasingly inflammatory language and volume- all par for the course, close to mundane, though enjoyable- at least for one of the participants.

It was hardly noon, a time perhaps some mechs might still be attempting to sneak in some extra recharging time, and both Rampage and Depth Charge were beneath the waves not far from the shoreline bordering between Maximal and Predacon territories. Occasionally they'd break the surface of the ocean, with a blast of water from one of their cannons or Depth Charge propelling himself above the water, before diving back rather gracefully back into the deep blue.

The first time Depth Charge had used that maneuver, jettisoning forwards until he left the body of water, creating a near semi-circle above before plunging back towards Rampage, blade drawn as it aided in the Maximal piercing through the ocean back in the direction of his sworn nemesis- Rampage had stopped to stare and watch in unabashed admiration, observing the prisms of light above and in the water and how naturally the movements came to the manta. The Protoform had been so busy observing the other that he forgot that there was a sharp blade pointed at him, one which Depth Charge quickly reminded him of, wasting no opportunity to slide the blade through Rampage's chassis, although he had missed the red mechs' spark chamber.

"Catfish got your tongue?" The ex-security officer growled as he followed the momentum he had created, glaring down at the crab with narrowed optics. However, instead of crying out from his new wound, Rampage skewed his mandibles in his own version of a grin while wrapping his hands around Depth Charge's wrists, metal groaning as he drew the other mech closer.

"Do that again." Rampage encouraged, tugging on the Maximals' wrists a bit before releasing them, his 'smile' only growing as he waited for the others' response. Momentarily Depth Charge seemed thrown off, red optics widening slightly as he clearly hadn't expected the mutant to have such a reaction- although just as quickly as the exchange happened, Depth Charge recovered, raising a leg between them to press to Rampage's abdomen before kicking off, hard enough to rip the blade from Rampages' chest and push the Predacon away, snarling.

"You don't have to ask me twice, creep." The manta grit as he continued with the movement he had made from kicking off of Rampage, turning to start building momentum again, this time the movements familiar enough for Rampage to follow. Once more the red mech stopped what he was doing, allowing himself to simply float and lightly tread the water, head raised as he awaited his request. Of course, Depth Charge couldn't see it and even if he could, he likely wouldn't recognize that Rampage was openly grinning while marveling at Depth Charge's show of skill, and apparent ability to comply with one of Rampages' suggestions, even if it seemed to favor both of their interests.

Before long Depth Charge had both left the water, flipping in air before plunging back into the cold, plummeting towards Rampage again with narrowed optics. This time Rampage was clapping, though the sound was certainly muffled and lacked the same effect it had above water. Upon seeing this odd behavior a second time, Depth Charge dove under Rampage before circling back around from underneath, flipping again before he was a few arms lengths' away from the Predacon, looking rather aggravated. "Wonderful!"

"Excuse me? Has your spark become so twisted you can't even recognize when you're in danger?" The manta questioned, tone dripping with both irritation and sarcasm. This did nothing to dampen Protoform X's appraisal.

"You know, its cute how you humored me, fins." Rampage remarked, the adjecting rolling off his glossa leaving a somewhat strange aftertaste, but after it had been said Rampage couldn't imagine a different way to describe his playmates' accommodation.

Red optics once again widened, their surroundings growing silent again as sand settled and fish and other lifeforms passed them by, with both mechs quietly floating, staring at the other.

"You're sick." Depth Charge spat before turning his back to Rampage, transforming back into his beast mode to take his leave for now, though he spared the experiment another frigid look before speeding off into the distance, further into Maximal territory.

Once again Depth Charge had left Rampage staring at him, though it seemed that this concluded their match for the day, or at least for now. Rampage allowed himself to sink, slowly descending further into the ocean until he reached the sand, also choosing to morph back into beast mode. A sigh left the Predacon as he could barely see the currents left behind by his old friend, mandibles clicking thoughtfully before he also turned, similarly treading back towards his base, trajectory slow as Rampage mulled over the flavor that lingered from Depth Charge.

Whenever they met after Starbase Rugby it was either always icy resolve and regret tangled with lonliness that rampage tasted from the manta, or it was searing rage, unbridled and raw the closer they were to each other. This time… there was a slightest hint of something else woven into the otherwise expected concoction; and it felt…warm. Bitter, but there was the smallest hint of sweetness he could just barely detect alongside the usual flavors a skirmish with his sworn 'enemy' provided.

This warranted further investigation, the crab concluded, before he picked up his speed, mind beginning to turn with potentials.

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I heard theres a Beast Wars discord... my curiosity has peaked. Hopefully my tendonitis stops beating my ass soon so I can do some RDC drawings too.

#beast wars #depth charge bw #rampage bw

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mechwife · 9 months

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RDC something something chpt 2

Rampage thinks Depth Charge is cute.

Depth Charge / Rampage K+ mild violence

Here I am again, here to make everything worse for everyone. Rejoice.

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It was quiet…much too quiet. Rampage had walked himself almost all the way back to the Predacon base, as much as he hated the place and pretty much everyone it contained. Sometimes the other Predacons weren't completely terrible to be in proximity of, but other times they were downright annoying and selfish, it was embarrassing…not that Rampage had any reason to feel embarrassed on their behalves.

Instead, Rampage had taken the time to set up a comfortable area for himself to spend time in, be it for repairs, eating or slumber. When he wasn't being chased or chasing Depth Charge or being tortured or healing himself- he found he quite enjoyed the variety of sealife this organic planet had to offer. Due to his size though, he found that one or two smaller creatures weren't much of a meal to sustain him- of course Energon would be preferable, but there was already only so much to go around, and his healing did require energy of some form. On his way back from his most recent encounter with Depth Charge Rampage had come across a cast of crabs, who were also likely hunting for their next meals and such. Upon seeing his much larger form, they drew nearer, climbing upon themselves and surrounding the mech- Rampage could detect traces of warmth and companionship among their little bodies as they seemed to accept him easily amongst their ranks.

At first Rampage had thought they'd make for a tasty meal- but he found that the familial sense they offered him a different, delectable meal of its own- so the much larger crustacean spent only a few moments allowing the small creatures to climb all over him, before he slowly continued through their midst. Perhaps a less complicated meal was elsewhere, the experiment decided as he waited for the wildlife to clear his path before he continued on.

Not much further away there was a colony of shrimp anyways- while Rampage hadn't devoured all of them, he'd taken at least a sizeable chunk; the damage Depth Charge had caused his chest molded over itself until not a trace of it was left. This prompted a sigh from the mutant, folding a servo over where the hole had been- fleetingly he could still very faintly taste Depth Charges' agony from it before it vanished, leaving him… unsatisfied.

What was that taste from before? Rampage returned to his spot of choice- he'd burrowed a few holes amongst some large rocks, formations larger than himself- he'd found the sand was soft and it was hard to spot him underneath any of the stones. Once in his favorite sleeping spot he sat, chewing over the remains of the last shrimp he'd had, mentally replaying the last things he'd and Depth Charge had said and done.

The manta had swept himself from the water, cascading into the air before rejoining the blue so easily, so naturally… Rampage hadn't ever been allowed to aquire a taste for art, but he felt as though Depth Charge had almost personified the concept. A smile crept across his faceplate as he thought back to how Depth Charge had actually listened to his desire to see the move performed again, though no doubt the mantas' goal had been to punch another hole in him. Still, Rampage thought fondly of how not only Depth Charge had replicated the movement, but after he hadn't recieved the reaction he wanted, the Maximal chose to strike up a small conversation instead, as obviously frustrated as he was. Which in itself was…cute. There was that word again, one Rampage was even less accustomed with than any form of art- but that was still the only word Rampage could assign the other mech, both his swimming maneuvers and his indignance, and how he'd left in a huff.

That was it, Rampage hypothesized- that was his next meal. As hungry as each of their battles left him, Rampage decided that the flavor profile their last meeting had left him with was too different than their usual, and he wanted more. Of course, he knew that Depth Charge wasn't going to be happy with this decision, but that only made the crabs' smile widen as he shifted back into beast mode, beginning to tread back towards the spot they had both been in last. Not only did he think Depth Charges' frustation was intriguing, but that was a tasty snack on its own which already made journeying back worth it- but the promise of more of the sweet flavor Depth Charge had left behind spurred him on, his claws clicking in excitement at the thought.

Now… where was he? Within the hour Rampage was at the location he had last seen Depth Charge in… which meant the only thing to do was to risk heading into Maximal waters in search of the blue mech. Not that Rampage was afraid of any of them, of course- and all the Maximals were clearly not big fans of the water, if their significant absence from the body was anything to go by. Rumbling on, Rampage turned to follow the direction he'd seen Depth Charge head off into, while also taking his time to observe the slightly different surroundings and formations. Here there was a presence of reefs and corals which were decorated with bright colors and schools of different fish, which were also pleasantly pigmented- he snatched a few urchins and sea stars to munch on while he was taking in the sights. Protoform X didn't make it much further before he heard the click of a weapon and feel cold steel pressing into the side of his faceplate. "It's poor manners to interrupt someone while they're eating."

"It's also poor manners to encroach on enemy territory and take the lives of more innocents." Clearly, Depth Charge didn't take too kindly to Rampages' snacking, as a blue servo smacked the lone sea star Rampage had clutched in his claw. A sigh hefted from Rampage as he watched the star drift away from him, noting the ever present taste of distain that the Maximal practically radiated; Rampage wasn't interested in the usual variety of spite and hatred Depth Charge normally offered him. "what are you doing here? Have you finally decided you're sick of your miserable existence?" As Rampage shifted from crab to mech again, the gun hardly left his faceplate, something Rampage found endearing in its own way.

"My existence was only miserable without my dearest playmate." Rampage gripped the end of the Maximals' blaster, turning it away from the both of them as he looked to red optics, wondering how he could goad more of that taste from the manta.

"Then it'll be my pleasure to be the cause of your misery as I send you back to the pit." Straining, Depth Charge attempted to wrench his weapon back from Predacon grasp, though Rampages' size and strength made this a difficult endeavor. "Now let. Go."

"My friend…don't you ever tire of this song and dance? Haven't you any other ambitions?" Rampage mused aloud mostly to himself, but red optics flared bright before the manta unsheathed his blade, replacing where Depth Charges' blaster had been. Tsk.

"You crushed any and all ambitions I ever had." Depth Charge didn't seem to be in the mood to converse anymore as he began to delve into Rampages neck with the accompanying blade, causing the crab to writhe momentarily before he turned and pushed the ray away.

"Now now, lets not be hasty. Haven't we fought enough today?" Rampage frowned as the foul mood and taste only clouded over Depth Charge more, which was decidedly not the peasant notes from before. "Although- I certainly am flattered you decided you didn't have enough of me earlier, and needed more."

Depth Charges' optics flashed a brighter red so quickly Rampage barely caught it, as the ex security officer seemed to hesitate, his blade straying for the briefest of moments. Rampage seized the opportunity to get closer, along with replacing his grip around Depth Charges' hand that was around his blade.

"I said let go of me!"

"Now why would I do that?" If Rampage paid attention, Depth Charges' voice and hand wavered only slightly, most likely with anger and disbelief. "Here I was, having a snack before my favorite Maximal decided to join me. Come, theres' plenty to eat, we needn't fight." with a sweep of his arm Rampage motioned towards the various forms of organic life passing them by, none of which caring about the strife taking place between the mechs.

"I'm not like you. I especially don't spend my time causing more death and pain." Depth Charge mumbled before he made moves to take his arm back, tugging on it fiercely before Rampage relented, allowing the manta to put more distance between them. "What do you want? You haven't engaged me all day." Now that there were at least a few steps between them Depth Charge pointed his blaster at the Predacon again, keeping his blade at the ready in his other servo. Despite himself and being within point blank range, Rampage grinned, enjoying the presence of the mantas' frustration, and at the potential of diffusing the situation, if only a little.

"Ah, you've noticed. What then, friend? Are you going to attack and attempt to snuff my spark out without a struggle?" So easily, Rampage wanted to taunt, but he knew better than to provoke the blue mech, seeing as how both the blade and blaster were still present in their conversation.

This seemed to strike a chord with the Maximal as he grew quiet, Rampage was practically able to see the gears turn in the others' head before Depth Charge exhaled slowly, either of his arms slackening along with his gaze, looking both defeated and perhaps a bit disappointed. "…No. I'm not like you, killing the defenseless." Red optics blazed in Protoform Xs' direction again, as Depth Charge sheathed his sword and hilted his blaster, drifting further from Rampage as he disarmed. "Besides, that would be too easy… for you." Surely also too good for him, Rampage imagined the other would say and think, though Depth Charge said nothing, as he turned, shifting back into beast mode as he began to swim away.

Likewise, Rampage shifted into beast mode and began to trail after Depth Charge. Not so quickly as to be occupying the same floor of the ocean as the other, but enough that Depth Charge wouldn't be able to easily dart off and disappear, which was more of a task the Rampage had considered. Predictably, Depth Charge could hear the treads grinding along after him, and no doubt his sensors were braying at how closely Rampage was located to the Maximal. Something like a grumble left the blue mechs' voicebox before he swiftly spun around and ducked down towards Rampage, hovering a foot away from the mutants' faceplate. "Now what is it. I'm leaving, so you're free to decimate the local wildlife. You don't need to follow me."

With the eloquence of a child, Rampage flattened slightly, attempting to appear slightly smaller, glancing away from Depth Charge as though he'd been found with his claws in the proverbial cookie jar. "I'm not hungry for them right now." Rampage fibbed, if only a small one.

If Depth Charge currently had limbs, he'd probably have his faceplate in his servos; for a moment Rampage could see that Depth Charge seemed to flounder, incoherent noises leaving the mantas voicebox before he huffed, turning and practically smacking Rampage with his tail, thankfully without the stinger. "Whatever. Stay away from me."

Something like a high pitched keen left the crab, mandibles and claws clicking as Depth Charge resumed swimming; this time, the experiment took care to allow Depth Charge more distance before he spun his treads up again, following from a measured distance, hoping he didn't look as excited as he felt.

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It's not intentional I swear, but I think (at least for me) Rampages' dialogue with Depth Charge is just…flirting. But Rampage doesn't know how to flirt… yet.

anyways ideas for fluff welcomed~

#beast wars #rdc #rampage bw #depth charge bw

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