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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Bumblebee (Extra)

"Nothing exciting ever happens here, it's so damn boring. " your friend complained. You were sure if she knew half of what you did, she'd be thankful for the boring days.

"By the way, Mr. Henderson got a new assistant, I heard he's a real cutie, maybe we can get you a boyfriend."

"I'm not interested. " you didn't care for anyone but Bumblebee. Just the thought of him had you smiling. You opened your locker, switching books. "You keep saying that. Do you have a secret I should know about?" she raised a brow.

"Quit playing, it's nothing like that. I'm just interested in someone else already."

"I know, that's what you always say, when can I meet your mystery crush."

"It's a long distance thing, so who knows when." she just looked unimpressed. If you say so (Y/N)."

You kept walking, still chatting with your friend. Someone coming out hurriedly from a door in front of you made you backtrack. The male spun around, almost knocking into you. The frantic way in which he moved indicated that maybe he was looking for someone. When his brown eyes locked unto you, his smile got brighter.

He was decked down in a pair of slacks and a button up white shirt. The dark hair matched his pretty eyes. You weren't sure if he was a student of part of the faculty. You barely paid much mind to people other than the ones you conversed with on a regular basis.

"(Y/N)!" the excitement on the man's face was unnerving. What threw you completely off is his voice. It sounded exactly like the one in your dream that time with Bee. Your cheeks color, and you take some more steps back. "W-Who are you?" You can tell he wants to talk, but his eyes move to your friend.

"I'm uhhh, well that's a good question I'm.."

He's not really forming sentences, or making much sense. Your friend however is gushing.

"No need to get bashful, I can tell when I'm being a third wheel. See ya (Y/N)!" Her enthusiasm is high as she completely abandons you with this strange boy.

"She likes sushi!!" she calls, right before she's gone, all the way around the corner. You know she doesn't suspect that this guy is in any way harmful, but you don't have the same level of trust. The last guy that ran into you like this turned out to be a psychotic Decepticon hellbent on assassinating you. You aren't ready to replay that record anytime soon. You keep the distance between the both of you, watching him wearily.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but this place is packed with people. There's no way you'd risk getting caught here." you're on the defense. But at least this time you're not alone in the building.

"What? Wait no no, I'm not a Decepticon (Y/N)." some more students buzz by, a few girls sending the male a little smile and wink. He doesn't even seem to register it. His focus is completely on you.

"I know I look different like this but I-" He takes a step forward, and you move back. He raises his hand to assure you there's no need to be afraid.

"It's me (Y/N). Bumblebee." You don't really believe at first, but when the quick glimmer of blue rushes over his orbs, you gasp in surprise. That look, the one he'd given so many times when you were just lounging around, There was no mistaking it.

"Bee..." He smiles in relief, rushing over and pulling you into his arms. He picks you up, spinning you around laughing, and you clutch unto him unprepared, letting out a small squeal.

"B-But how did you.." You just saw him this morning and he in no way looked like this.

"I'll tell you everything."

This was about to be one hell of a story.

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The next few hours feel like torture. You're so anxious for school to let out so you can talk to Bee, who you found out was the assistant mentioned earlier. The entire day he spent practically at your side when he wasn't working. You were still adjusting to the fact that he was walking around in your school. Another shocker was his ease carrying out the job. Being an advanced robot probably helped a lot in that department. The ringing of the final bell goes off, and before you can seek out Bumblebee, he's already found you.

"(Y/N)!!" His call directs a lot of female attention in your spot, and you avert your eyes. There were no doubt a few bitter girls. Bumblebee catches up, taking your hand into his. The smile he sends you banishes the stares you once felt, and he guided you out the school doors. Out of earshot of the other students, Bumblebee goes on a full on rant.

"This is so awesome! I never thought being human was this incredible, of course humans are amazing. Not as amazing as you of course (Y/N). You guys do some much down here although you're so tiny. Doesn't it get tiring being this small. And the girls at your school are really curious too, they kept asking so many questions. "

They were definitely hitting on him.

"I'm just so happy to be able to be with you like this. When Optimus first told me about it I was so skeptical, but look at me, I'm human!" his yell earned a weird look from a passer by, and you pulled him off to the side.

"M-Maybe don't say stuff like that in the open okay Bee." he looks at the woman who just walked by, giving a little smile and wave. She just keeps walking forward.

"Huh, thought humans liked it when you waved." he looks down at his hand to maybe inspect it to see if he did it wrong, and you just watch him. Parts of this still barely made sense, but you had to admit, the human version of Bumblebee was almost as cute as the autobot one. He still held that innocence and curiosity.

"Hey Bee, If you're here, who's' with Sam?"

"Oh, Ironhide. He said being human is overrated. He's gonna be Sam's ride for a while. I can still transform you know, wanna see!" you shake your head.

"N-Not here!" he blinks. "Oh, right right. Good call." just like that he's grinning again.

"I'm so glad I can hold hands with you like this." he takes your hand softly in his, and you do love the warmth it gives off. It's the same way you always feel around him.

"Let's get back to my house." Maybe when you're in your own environment you'd be able to question him freely.

The moment you step through your door you fully expect your mother to be there. Because for once, you're able to show her the boy you've been madly in love with for months. But you meet nothing but silence. "Mom?" you enter, and Bumblebee follows close behind. When you make out the note stuck to the fridge you sigh.

"Hey sweetheart, I have an overnight shift. There's money for pizza on the table when you get hungry. Enjoy!"

Figures.

"Hey Bee, can you come here for a second?"

"Yep!" He's by your side in seconds, and you pull out your phone, switching the camera.

"I just wanna take a picture to send to my mom. I was kind of hoping she'd be here, but she has to work late today. Say cheese." he turns to the camera and as you're about to snap the picture, he presses a kiss to your cheeks. You blush, a bit unprepared. The camera snaps it and you lower your hand, looking at him shyly. He just returns it with a cheeky smile. His eyes move down to the picture. "I love it." he mutters.

Although you know this is Bumblebee, to you it's still a bit strange. As a human, it almost feels like he's a different person. A lot more forward about everything. His eyes shift in your direction as you make your mini assessment, and something flickers in his brown orbs.

The minute they zero in on your lips, you take a step back lowering your head as you tuck the phone into your pocket. You start a trip to your room, and Bumblebee trails behind. The silence that follows has you a bit unnerved, so you decided now is as good a time as any to find out how it all came about.

"W-Well how about you tell me how this all happened Bee."

"Yeah.." His answer sounds distracted, and you peep to the side to read his expression as you're walking up the stairs. Upon entering your room, you open the door for him to step in. He does, closing it as he enters. His eyes dart from one side to the next, and the excitement returns tenfold. His eyes shine an electric blue, and you can only guess it's a lapse of control because he's so eager to see and understand it all.

"Your room is amazing!! " To you it isn't that great. There's a few posters on the walls of your favorite bands and artists. Your desk with all your school equipment and some little nicks and knacks to the side. The bed is situated a bit closer to the window that gives you a view of the neighborhood below.

"Thank you Bee."

His enthusiasm is so adorable, and it just reminds you why you adore the Autobot. He moves closer to the bed, poking the soft surface. "I-Is it alright if I sit down?" You nod.

"Of course Bee, make yourself at home." He's grinning, flopping back on the bed with a little cheer, and you giggle.

"Awesome!!"

"For you I guess this is all brand new. You guys don't exactly sleep like the rest of us. "

That and his adjusted size, you probably would have a similar reaction if you were in his shoes.

"I'm glad you like it." You placed your bag down, taking a seat on the bed. Bumblebee sat upright, shifting closer to you, and you just titled your head with a smile.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just really happy that we're this close."

There he goes again, saying stuff like that to make your insides flutter in the most heavenly way.

His body is now facing you, and you can practically feel the pull he's giving off as he looks at you. He bits his lower lip, and you can hear the small breath he takes as he begins to lean in. You pull back, standing and wringing your hands. "A-Are you hungry? We should get something to eat. '' you try to take a step to the door.

"Why do you do that?" you freeze in place. Bumblebee stands, and the hurt that he expresses causes your heart to constrict. He looks down at his palm as if searching for something.

"I thought if I looked like this it would bring us closer, but it seems to have done the exact opposite. Am I not appealing to you as a human?"

You rush over to him shaking your head. "Of course not Bee, you'd never be unappealing to me no matter how you look. Autobot or human, I love you regardless." As the words leave your lips, you become still. Neither of you have really said that particular word yet. You look away bashfully.

"I love you too (Y/N), so much."

He doesn't even need to say the words, you already know. Nevertheless, you love hearing it.

He takes your hands in his, and the warmth is familiar.

"Then why do you keep running from me?"

You need to explain, but it's just so embarrassing. The red that graces your cheeks only adds to Bumblebee's puzzle.

"Bee...do you remember when I kept avoiding you that week." His brows knit in utter confusion now. What did that have to do with anything. Truth be told he rather not remember. Because it was a tough week for him.

He was so convinced that he'd done something to tarnish your friendship, but he had no idea what it was. That's what drove him crazy. "I remember." He answers tightly.

"It wasn't because of anything you did, and I should have explained it all that day I was just so embarrassed about it all so I tried to deal with it on my own but I just made everything worse."

"I don't understand, what did you try to deal with?"

"Bee, I had a dirty dream about you."

"Dirty?" Oh how you wish you didn't have to explain that concept to him.

"A sexual dream." you clarified.

He stilled. "Sexual.." His brain seems to be computing the meaning behind the words. When he does, you can see the way his eyes become wide.

"B-But w-what I-I was still an h-how did you...I-I.." you cover your face.

"I-I'm sorry!!" you're mortified. "N-No it's fine I just never thought that you felt that way. For so long too." He sounds almost in awe. There were so many questions whirling in his mind. He knew since that day that he followed you to the warehouse that something was different. The way he felt about you was not the same as Sam or even Mikaela.

"(Y/N), how long have you...been in love with me?" He really needs an answer. It's important.

"I think..since that day that you touched me.."

Your hand moves to your cheek, the memory of it all rushing back. There was a light in his eyes that just struck you and nothing had been the same.

Bumblebee stands, and as he approaches, you kind of want to run. Not because you're scared, but the emotion that is revealed to you, it's so prominent, strong and almost raw. His hand reaches out, sliding against your cheek. You only manage one syllable before he claims your lips. A short sound leaves your lips, and his free hand secures around your waist, pulling you flush to his form. The sudden movement causes your hands to flatten on his chest. Your body is slowly but surely catching up with what's happening, and you grip at his shirt, letting out a moan.

"Bee.."

He doesn't relent. The eager kisses feel as though he's been deprived of the opportunity for centuries. Bumblebee's hold is firm, soft, loving. Your melting just by the sensations that travel through your body. He is pretty good at this. He slowly backs you up, and you fall ungracefully unto the bed. He barely processes it. Because his lips still have you captive. One of his hands press into the mattress, and the other links with your own, fingers entangled. This very moment, you pray that'll never end. He finally pulls back to regain his breath, and you're also fighting to get yours. You're both heaving, and you grin at him. He smiles back, pecking your lips.

"I'm really going to enjoy being human."

There's no doubt about that.

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oatchi · 2 years

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TFA Optimus for the ask game :3c

absolutely right away (under read more because. well. im insane)

favorite thing about them he is probably one of my favourite "non regular" interpretations of optimus ever. to make a guy who is normally the old and knowledgeable leader of autobots just some guy who is still learning is sooo good. and they play it so well. im also a huge sucker for any time an optimus is allowed to make mistakes and be filled with rage and theres actual repercussions for this. more of a general show thing but the relationships he carries with his team and other bots in general is sooo ahuuuu (crying sobbing breaking the windows)

least favorite thing about them i will say as much as im a fan of what i said, i do think they shouldve perhaps pushed it a little farther. i love the scene where he snaps under stress and yells at his team! but i think it couldve gone farther, maybe having optimus and team forced to learn more trust in the other again. i get its a show for kids, so all talk wouldnt have been great. i guess what im saying is i just think they really couldve benefited from more episodes to delve into the whole "hes just some guy forced to deal with all of this" thing. analysis about how no one interprets him correctly in universe and out of universe etc etc. specifically in a post megatron defeat context i wouldve loved to see them push optimus and everyone realize hes just some guy when he snaps, not some holy figure who was held at that standard because he brought the allspark home and defeated their enemy singlehandedly (although, he did do all of that, i suppose.)

favorite line can i count the whole scene from return of the headmaster where optimus first finds sentinels head as a line. i love that exchange so much. who doesnt love optimus completely breaking character to cackle wildly at sentinel and then tease him. if i cant, then i do think two of my other favourites have to be one from later in that episode and one from decepticon air. first one when hes fighting henry masterson, he says "oh yeah, im so LEET!" and optimus responds "oh yeah? well, i have no idea what that means!" with so much confidence. the second is optimus crawling around in a vent going "suuure, transwarp me on to the ship, rescue my old buddy from a bunch of decepticooons, itll be fuuun!" very sarcastically as if he wasnt the one who demanded to be transwarped on to that ship

brOTP not really a "bro"tp but one of my favourite platonic relationships optimus has is with ratchet. i love how they interact and how they both try to get the other to talk about what hurts them, while also trying to dance around their own personal issues. they manage to have a near familial relationship and yet the whole thing is flipped on its head in terms of leadership which makes it a very interesting balancing game. not to talk about the scene where optimus snaps again, but when optimus tells ratchet to take the key from sari and ratchet tries to respond as a friend first and then quietly goes "yes sir" .... 🥺not even mentioning how the rest of that episode is spent with ratchet and optimus talking about how he responded and how RATCHET of all people thinks optimus is going too hard on them.... good god

OTP everyone come point and laugh at the senop shipper i know i know. im a very pro "optimus and sentinel sit down and talk about All Of That at some point" kind of guy. i do think with a lot and i mean a lot of work, one could perhaps even put blackarachnia back there with them. but personally i think baby steps are whats important and just getting ba to be friends with them again is enough. like theres soooo much going on there i would say it would probably be damaging even to try and make things like they were (the tumblr user then realizes hes been speaking with full confidence about the assumption that optimus sentinel and elita were in a poly relationship before archa seven without clarifying at all) but i DO think it would be beneficial for optimus and sentinel to sit down and go "hey, you are the only other person in the world who knows exactly, specifically, what i went through. and while one of us has made new connections and come to peace with himself and the other shut off all connections and is still striving to be the best, we are both now put in this really awkward political position and the longer we sit here the more we both have these negative feelings growing in us for one reason or another." i promise i wont talk too much longer but basically please for the love of god optimus sit down and say "i used to think i wanted to be a hero, a leader, but as they all look at me like im some kind of savior, i realize i just wanted to be treated normally. and now im not ever going to be. im not even sure i want to be magnus." and please for the love of god sentinel sit down and say "you dont want that? you dont want all that power? why? with all that power, you could change all of cybertron to be the best it could be. nothing bad would ever happen again if i was there." not outright saying anything and perhaps even seeming pompous to other people but specifically to optimus he knows exactly why he feels like that. anyways

nOTP megop shippers get hit with my truck (the truck is optimus)

random headcanon optimus was originally like the smallest bit taller than sentinel and when sentinel realized this he got the most minor, unnoticeable unless you knew, height boosters. somehow, optimus got taller on earth again, perhaps with the reformatting, and upon realizing, sentinel did it again. this is why no one can tell which out of the two of them is taller or if theyre the same height/why it changes episode to episode in universe. maybe even optimus realizes and decides to fuck with him and have ratchet install the same in him. it literally doesnt matter at all in the long run its like 1 real human inch but both of them know. another one just for fun this literally isnt true but i love to imagine on his cybertronian design hes has a literal boob window. like the weird design under the blue glass is his protoform. this is so untrue because we would literally see his spark but i think its funny to imagine him on cybetron tits out while training for the elite guard (FREAKS WHO TREAT OPTIMUS WEIRD DISREGARD THIS I WILL KILL YOU)

unpopular opinion i dont know if its unpopular or not but (looks up at my previous response) (looks back) optimus literally has no ass. please stop pretending he does. he is built like a stereotypical superhero. he has boobs sure but ass...? where.....? his hips and thighs are so thin. he has crazy calves though i guess. also i do think he would squish you like a grape if he knew the way you treated him and wrote him if you do the uwu baby super sexualized thing to him.

song i associate with them (going through my playlists) actually that action is so funny to say i only have a sentinel playlist. though actually i do think Human of the Year by Regina Spektor could be so very optimus. its about the "isnt this what you wanted? youre a hero. you won." also sorry to be a little animation meme boy but literally Ghosts by Jacob Tillberg is so.... along came a spider literally. i think i saw you but i know im not supposed to i must be dreaming because i dont believe in ghosts etc etc throws up cries dies imagining an animation meme that i cannot possibly produce and also its 2022

favorite picture of them sorry for this but it literally has to go to meep, gif i made in reference to this tfp gif me and my friends found of tfp optimus saying meep

close second is this gif from episode 3 that i made nonlooping for discord emoji reasons

#sparkxii #callisto.wav #tfa #SORRY IM SOOO INSANE HOPE YOU LIKE AN ESSAY..!!!

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sparklingpax · 3 years

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A Different Side (2/2)

Summary: Optimus comes back from an unsuccessful mission and seems to be out of sorts…but there’s more to that story.

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A/N:

-Part 1 arguably where I should have ended it :’)

-Literally been a year and I apologize so hard sdjdj ;w; also this part is too long asfsksdjfl aaa

-BEFORE YOU ATTACK ME, this is not “the first time optimus ever makes a joke!!!” kind of story, despite how much it looks like that. It’s just. something,,,

-as usual, there are definitely typos and mistakes; hopefully I get around to fixing them aha ^^’’ Also please don’t mind the weird spacing, for some reason the way I type things out never seems to translate well to when I put it here so,,,

-please I’m literally not funny, my humor is broken 😀 Like, I didn’t quite know how to continue or conclude this, and it’s not creative or interesting at all and it highkey doesn’t make sense tbh?? so aaa qwq I just hope it’s not too cringe,,,,but I did say I’d finish it so rather than keep y’all waiting any longer than I already have, here it is....part 2....

-I just. wanna apologize again that it took so long and this scrappy second bit is all I have to show for it. hh.

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“At last…” Ratchet sighed contentedly to himself.

He carefully placed two pieces of metal together and wielded them to one smooth shape.

Stepping back to admire his work, smiling a little, he then picked it up and started towards the supply room.

After a long day of work, Ratchet was pleased to finally be able to place the repaired tool back on its shelf and retreat to his room for a few hours of quiet reading.

Maybe three at the very most, he wagered his bet with a slight grimace.

After all, it was commonplace for commotion to interrupt his every attempt to enjoy himself quietly.

Such is my fate.

However, hearing a familiar set of footsteps thumping slowly down the halls, Ratchet paused.

“Optimus? Is that you?”

He leaned to the side and peered down the hall.

Said mech emerged from the corridor and into the medic’s view. He had a funny look in his eye as he came to a stop quite abruptly.

He placed his hands on his hips and regarded Ratchet for a strange few moments of….awkward silence…before speaking.

“Ratchet,” his voice tremored almost imperceptibly, “Would you consider me…humorous?”

The medic blinked at him. He was officially more confused.

He had been just about to ask what had happened to upset him so much earlier, or if there was anything he wanted to talk about, one-on-one.

After all, from time to time, Optimus would reach a point where he could no longer bear whatever was troubling him. And of course, Ratchet was right there for him, ready to listen and help. In the end, he was able to get Optimus to say what was troubling him, and they would talk about it or they wouldn’t. But something about the way Optimus walked away each time told Ratchet he’d done at least something to help.

“…Ratchet?” Optimus prompted him gently, eyes showing a little concern.

Scrap, I still haven’t answered his question—Ratchet, focus!

Still, the thought drifted through the recesses of his mind: had Optimus…not been upset in the first place?

If so...what had it been all about?

Or was he simply reading too much into it?

At a loss as to how to answer, the medic fumbled for a word to say in response.

He actually didn’t know, now that he thought about it.

Optimus—or Orion, even—had never really attempted to be funny before as far as Ratchet knew...which Ratchet was well aware that he didn’t know everything. It couldn’t be a yes or no. Of course, there were moments Orion was humorous, everyone has their moments.

No, he means funny—as in, on a regular basis, as something part of his personality, even. And to that....

A more appropriate response was ‘why?’

But Ratchet knew better than to snark at Optimus like that. It was uncalled for, at the moment.

Perhaps Megatron would be more likely to know.

After all, it had been him Orion had spent the most time with back in those days.

As if I could just call him and ask!

“W-well, Optimus, I wouldn’t really know that!” Ratchet paused, feeling slightly guilty for his tone of voice just then. “You’ve never tried to be…that I knew of, anyway…”

Optimus just nodded slowly. That weird glint in his optics remained. It hit him that something seemed….different. Like the Prime was planning on...doing something.

Just then, footsteps alerted the two of Jack’s arrival. He came into view, leaning against the wall and panting. He pointed wordlessly at Optimus for a second, trying to catch his breath. Ratchet stared at him, somehow growing more confused as the seconds passed. Then, finally, Jack straightened, managing to say what he’d wanted to.

“Optimus was…not upset…”

“What?!” Ratchet practically squawked. “What?!”

Optimus glanced from Jack to Ratchet, looking surprised for all of a moment, then simply nodded. Just then, Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead returned to base. Their engines could be heard from all the way down the corridor. They skidded to a halt in front of Optimus and Ratchet, transforming a backing up a bit.

“Oh no,” Bulkhead murmured to his teammates. “Cue pissed-off Ratchet.”

And pissed Ratchet was.

He had been worried for his friend.

“Wh—then—why on earth did you go off to your room in such a huff?!” The medic exclaimed, setting down the newly-repaired tool not-so-gently.

“That is—”

“AND WHY WOULDN’T YOU OPEN THE DOOR?!”

“I—”

Just as Optimus was about to answer, a proximity alarm went off. Everyone gathered wordlessly around the main computer screen as Ratchet pulled up the video feed. He rolled his optics, sighing heavily.

Instantly everyone knew it could only be Agent Fowler.

Jack took this opportunity to attempt to get Optimus’s attention and pull him aside for a second. He waved and whispered the Prime’s name.

When Optimus finally heard him, he departed from the group and made his way over to Jack, kneeling down when the human motioned for it.

“Hey, Optimus,” Jack started, a bit awkwardly. “Sorry—uh……so....I saw what you were watching…”

“Oh…” Optimus instantly looked kind of embarrassed. “Well, I was….admittedly….curious.”

Jack tilted his head.

In the background, their liaison to the government was shouting something about Bumblebee and a burger joint parking lot, to which Ratchet was defending his teammate and annoyedly asking how it could be his fault or problem.

“After yesterday,” Optimus began to elaborate quietly, “Miko said...something to Ratchet. It dawned on me that Earth humor is much different from Cybertronian humor—which, in honesty, I never knew much about anyway.”

“You mean when she yelled ‘in this world, it’s yeet or be yeeted’ to Ratchet after he asked why Bulkhead decided to throw that guy he was fighting?”

“Yes.”

“So…” Jack sighed. He looked so confused. “You looked up vines?”

“No, Jack,” Optimus responded rather seriously. “I used the Google Engine program you children seem to enjoy so much—”

Enjoy…not when you have friends like mine, Optimus. I’ve seen some things...

“—to find the meaning of ‘yeet.’ Through my research, I came across the concept you humans refer to as…” his optics flicked to the ceiling for a second as he held up a hand and air-spelled the word, trying to remember the pronunciation. “…Memes.”

“You…you found memes?” Jack repeated, as if he couldn’t process this.

“Yes, Jack,” Optimus affirmed, looking very pleased with himself. He had that same sparkle as when he watched his teammates laugh, when he was tired but relieved everyone returned from a mission alive.

Except. It was for memes he found. On the internet.

Jack was about to ask another question when Optimus abruptly stood up again. He put a finger against his lip in a shushing motion, smirking ever so slightly. A twinkle in his eye told Jack all he needed to know.

“O-Optimus, which videos did you exactly—”

“Vine is no longer dead!!” Optimus whispered a little too excitedly.

And then he winked.

“This is a dream,” Jack murmured in disbelief as he heard Optimus walk away.

He was apparently going to try to make vine jokes.

Jack knew it would be hilarious, but he was also worried for the Prime’s dignity.

Oh, Lord.

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“Oh, YOU want to hang up on ME?!”

“THAT’S DAMN RIGHT,” Ratchet hollered back, “YOU CAN TAKE YOUR COMPLAINTS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR—”

‘Ratchet!!!’ Bumblebee cut in, looking rather uneasy. He hated it when people were shouting at each other like that.

The medic whipped around and Bumblebee flinched a bit. The older mech was fuming.

He had been in a generally awful mood after the events of the day, and as the seconds of silence passed, he realized just how angry he was—or at least, how he seemed to everyone else.

Can’t vent frustrations like this, Ratchet—you have to talk it out. He stared back up at the computer screen and watched Agent Fowler straighten his tie as he started up again.

“Now you listen to me, Ratchet. Neither I—nor my superiors—will tolerate your—”

Ratchet decided he’d had enough of dealing with others’ foul moods, because they were only making him even more upset.

“Agent Fowler, I’m frankly not the bot you want to talk to right now. These are not my doings, you in fact have no qualms with me. All you do is call us up and gripe at us, and no one here appreciates it,” he hissed at him, having toned his voice down to a mild stern one.

“HEY!! DON’T YOU DARE—”

“Goodbye.”

And with a simple tap, the base fell silent again.

“Well….that’s that,” Arcee said.

“Yup,” Bulkhead agreed.

‘Why is Fowler so aggressive all the time?’ Bumblebee buzzed, annoyed. Arcee shifted her weight and shrugged.

“He wants what’s best for humans, and he’s concerned for the planet. I mean, yeah--he has the right to tell us to be careful and all,” she made her guess. Then her optic twitched as she, too began to look rather irked. “But he’s so….”

“Insufferably rude,” Ratchet finished for her. Arcee nodded.

‘And…loud.’

After a moment of attempting to compose himself, Ratchet turned to Optimus, who had discreetly drawn up beside them.

The medic was about to ask him what the scrap he’d been doing and why he left Ratchet to fight with Agent Fowler on his own. It was usually Optimus who took the calls, and that’s why there wasn’t always an argument like this. Fowler would yell at Optimus, but not for long.

They had some kind of interesting mutual respect for one another. Of course, all the bots respected Fowler—even when he was being overly aggressive—but Optimus seemed to even get along with the government agent in a special way.

Even more of a reason he should have been the one to talk to him.

So, Ratchet was annoyed. Or he was.

It was then he noticed the grin on his leader’s face. His first question was understandably, why.

Before Ratchet could speak, Optimus put up one digit and tapped it against his lips, as if to signal for quiet.

“I apologize,” he said solemnly, leaning a bit closer to Ratchet. The medic felt his spark begin to pound, and was sure that some color was heading to his face. He swallowed.

“That’s alright….but, uhm…what were you doing instead?”

“I was discussing with Jack a rather important finding…” he responded quietly. Ratchet tilted his head at Optimus.

Arcee and Bulkhead exchanged confused looks. Bumblebee debated leaving the room or asking what exactly he was talking about.

It was at that moment, Optimus bit his lip, visibly trying to hard not to laugh. He then took a shaky breath and stood straight.

“Ratchet, I have but one question.”

Tentatively, Ratchet moved the conversation forward.

“…yes?”

Optimus pointed to his tools lying on the metal surface behind the two, and with the most level tone, spoke.

“...What are thoooooose?”

There was silence before Ratchet slowly and rather confusedly glanced back at the desk. He answered Optimus just as slowly.

“They’re.....my…reparation tools….”

And with that, Jack lost it laughing so hard from the corner. Optimus looked on the verge of bursting into laughter himself.

But Ratchet wasn’t laughing. He just stood, blank.

Very quickly, Optimus realized no one else was laughing either—except for Jack, of course—because they also looked like they were trying to process this.

He felt a pang of worry.

Even if gradually, Optimus had been hoping for a long while that he could show his teammates that Primes do laugh, lose their cool, cry, and party. It was a silly notion, he would often chide himself. Nonetheless…it was a hope.

After all, it was the only reason he had gone to the Google Engine and decided to try and figure out what exactly humor entailed.

But…I might have approached this incorrectly.

Now looking just a little annoyed, Ratchet backed up and picked up his tools. He had no idea what had just happened and wanted some time alone in his quarters.

Optimus gently grabbed his shoulder, causing him to stop and look at him again. The Autobot leader looked rather abashed, obviously regretting the last five minutes of his existence.

In the background, Jack had gone over to the other Autobots and started explaining what had happened, the vines, the context of what Optimus had just pulled…

“I…apologize, Ratchet…” Optimus looked away for a moment. “It seems I…lack the ability of timing…”

Ratchet blinked a few times, then setting down the tools, he sighed.

“Optimus…”

“I know now that it is not my place to attempt humor.” He looked quite sad, but at the same time, resigned to it. Ratchet was about to tell Optimus that not everyone was cut out for everything, and that he was rather amusing in his own way.

But he was interrupted for a second time by laughter. Ratchet and Optimus instead turned to see behind them, the other three team members absolutely losing it.

Optimus was taken aback.

He wondered briefly if they were laughing at how pitiful his attempt at humor had been. Then Bumblebee spoke up.

‘Jack just told us what that actually meant!’

“Yeah!” Bulkhead chimed in. “And now I wanna know what vines are!”

Arcee, giggling, added, “Yeah, and what crocs are.”

Ratchet felt Optimus next to him, struggling to contain his pride, and himself began to laugh. At this, Optimus let a little of that joy show, smiling and standing straight again.

What a funny thing to be proud of…

But, then again, that had been the Prime’s intent.

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*dies* I’m sorry I even wrote this please forgive me--

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rodeoxqueen · 3 years

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We always see dadgil requests, how about daddy Dante?

This is a bit silly: while I wrote this I was chanting “Daddy Dante, Daddy Dante.” Yes, Anon, how about them daddy Dante requests?

I hope you enjoy this work and thank you for requesting,

-Rodeo

One phrase: Good Dad, The Best!

He’s one of those dads who carries a wallet with as many pictures of his kids that it can hold. It’s also covered in stickers that his kids put on the leather.

Dante takes forever to take any bills out of his wallet because there’s so many photos. He harasses Vergil with them.

“Oh my god, Vergil! Look at this one-”

“Yes, brother. Your children are very precious-”

“-I know right?! Here look at this one-”

“CEASE.”

Can and will hold his child upside down by the foot while everyone else freaks out. Can and will throw his child several meters into the air. Vergil has torn his hair out watching his brother’s parenting techniques.

While on late night jobs, he will call his kids with a payphone and read bedtime stories to them. Some people look at him weird but they can suck it.

He gets so invested in their kid shows. He gets up on Saturdays and Sundays just to watch cartoons with them and eat way too much sugary cereal. He yells at the TV when the plot twists.

“Optimus, no! Why’d you trust Starscream again?!”

“It’s okay, daddy. It’s just a show.”

He will cry with his kids during Disney films.

He is so good at dress-up and he lets his kids put makeup and paint on his face. He looks into the mirror and laughs with them.

Dante is really good at play-fighting and he lets his little kids win. He is so good at pretending to be dead, shot, stabbed, punched, kicked, and etc.. (since he’s got personal experience)

Basically: he is the fun dad who really engages his kids.

On account that he is a huge manchild, there come issues with being a fun dad.

He’s a bit irresponsible….

One time he got his hand caught in the vending machine at the mall (the Strawberry Poptart got stuck in the spring and he would be damned if he didn’t get that pastry) and his kid had to find a security guard to help him out.

He is no help with school. He would look at the homework for one second and hand it back. Good thing Uncle Vergil can tutor.

He also has trouble remembering the dates and times for each kid’s after-school activities. His kids are always either late or the last ones waiting for their parents to pick them up.

Dante: *sitting at his desk* I feel like I’m forgetting something...Meh, if I can’t remember it, then it wasn’t important.

Dante’s kids: *still waiting at school in the dark*

He’s the kind of parent that lets his kids wear whatever they want because dressing children is terrible and at least they agreed to wear clothes.

“Oh hey squirt, you want to wear your Halloween costume to the grocery store? Ok.”

When his kids get to puberty, it’s gonna be awkward. Vergil refuses to help. Lady and Trish have to teach his kids the birds and the bees with everything else. Crazy Wine Aunts, both of them.

He would be so protective of his kids. You can’t say anything remotely negative about them. He can’t even stay mad at them, you think you can just walk over and yell at them?

His kids might be as rowdy and carefree as him. Teachers always beg for a conference with him to discuss his kids’ behavior but he just forgets to go to conferences.

Dante can carry all of his kids at once. They love it when he Devil Triggers and flies them around. One time he dropped a kid and flew down to catch them and tried to play it off. He panicked and cried on Lady later that day.

Dante cannot cook for the life of him but he learns for his kids. He learned the hard way that you cannot feed babies pizza. Lady shot him in the head over it.

As a dad, dad jokes are always present in his house.

“You’re..bleeding.”

“No, I’m dad.”

“Dad…please stop.”

He also uses slang he hears the kids saying.

“Hey fam, this is lit right?”

“No. Just no.”

When his kids get older and they want to learn to fight, Dante is a great sparring partner. He always wins though and rubs it in their faces.

“Yeah! Your old man’s still got it!”

He might take them on hunts once and awhile, to wean them into the world of devil-hunting. He won’t force it on them though. If they want to live a normal and civilian life, he would gladly do anything for them to make that come true.

Super understanding. He went through a lot as a kid and he can always tell the signs of something being wrong. He’s always there to listen and comfort. He never wants his kids to feel alone like he did.

“I’m not leaving until you smile.”

All in all: Good, fun, goofy dad; Best Dad!

#devil may cry #dmc imagines #vergil sparda #dmc headcanons #dante sparda #devil may cry imagines #dante imagines #dante headcanons

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scrumptiousmongerhumanoidshark · 3 years

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So, because I’m in severe pain on my period, like most other women, I decided, how would some of the decepticons (random universes) react to their fem human being in severe period pain.

Blitzwing

What the frag is wrong with you!?

He means well, he really, really does but uh…

He’s kinda bad at showing it, or at least, Hothead is.

After a while of you asking he will just kinda.. awkwardly hold you in his hand (that is very warm, like the rest of his body)

If icy has to take control however, as he is very very cold, he will probably just give you a heated blanket or heating pad and sit near you.

He might just read you poetry.

Maybe.

Random is by far the weirdest one when it comes to this, as he won’t go near you.

Like at all.

He’s terrified that you’ll yell.

Or be angry or something.

He’s hiding until the demon week is over.

Megatron

Yeah, no

He won’t really be near you a whole lot, he’ll probably just give you to Soundwave.

He does care about you,

A lot.

He’s just a very busy man, and uses this time to get you food and things to make you comfy until hell week is over.

If you manage to get this man near you long enough to talk, he will read you poetry.

Most of it he actually wrote

The rest of it he took from the library that Optimus worked at.

Dreadwing and Skyquake

And we’ve lost our human.- Dreadwing

She’s not lost she’s just broken!- Skyquake

She not broken Skyquake this is a normal human behavior- Knockout

They don’t understand.

At all.

Until Knockout and Breakdown explain. Then they understand. Kinda.

Dreadwing will make a small area for you to stay for hell’s week.

Skyquake will get you all of you favorite foods and sweets!

They will both argue over ether you’d wanna hear one of your favorite books, or their favorite books.

They decide to read your favorite book.

#Dreadwing #Skyquake #transformers #not a request #I’m in pain #periods suck #megatron #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #tfp megatron #tfp dreadwing #tfp skyquake #scenarios #period

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thanksjro · 3 years

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More Than Meets the Eye #29 - The One Where Everyone Gets Super Shiny

Our issue opens up with Swerve laying down the Story So Far in the Exposition Dimension.

Fantastic, you funky little man.

If Swerve looks like he’s been tossed through the car wash a few dozen times, it’s because this is where our new colorist comes in! Everyone, please say hello to Joana Lafuente- known for her love of gradients and attention to light sources, this actually isn’t the first time we’ve run into her. Lafuente worked on colors for several issues of The Transformers (2009), Last Stand of the Wreckers #3, and a few issues of MTMTE Season 1. However, she was matching the styles of her co-colorists on a majority of these, so we haven’t seen her style properly until now.

Getting into the story proper, Cyclonus is busying himself with staring out the window at a PNG of space, as he is wont to do, when he hears the tell-tale sound of tires squealing down the hall towards his room. Oh, goodness, whoever could that be?

Nearly forgot about him, didn’t you? Yeah, it’s a little difficult to follow up on things like a character’s recovery from a horrific disease when you’ve got comic event contract obligations to deal with.

After getting tackled by Tailgate, who reminds us all about the time he stuck his dirty little fingers into a dude’s brain meat, Cyclonus takes the little nerd on a walk through the ship.

You’re not going to convince me to reread “Dark Cybertron”. I don’t care how much of a marshmallow you are, it’s not happening.

They’re passed by Megatron and a bunch of crew members carrying that coffin we saw at the end of last issue down the corridor, Tailgate has a moment, and we get a taste of Cyclonus’ distaste for the Autobots as a whole. Tailgate is mildly offended by this, as he gropes his chest in distain, showing off his shiny new Autobot badge- a gift for not dying a terrible, gruesome death.

Good job, Tailgate. Proud of you.

They’re also passed by an absolutely blitzed Jackpot and Mainframe, the former singing Tailgate’s Tyrest-stopping praises as the latter carts him over to the Medibay to deal with the almost alcohol poisoning he’s got going on. Cyclonus remarks that Tailgate was missed, though Tailgate can’t help but wonder if that’s really true.

Y’all like slowburn romance, right? Because these two dumbasses have been roommates for two years, and we’ve just gotten to the point where physical contact can happen without one of them needing to be dying.

Anyway, it’s been a good day for Tailgate so far. Let’s hope it stays that way for the little dude.

...And that’s a series wrap on Tailgate! Let’s give him a hand, folks!

Hopping back in time to Megatron’s trial, things get underway, as Optimus Prime takes a nap in the judge’s bench as Gripper- whose name you don’t need to remember, as he’s not actually important- tells everyone about how brutal the Decepticon Justice Division is, even to Autobots. Which isn’t really supposed to be their deal, given their, y’know, name, but I suppose nobody’s perfect.

Up in the stands, in an… opera box, I guess? Rodimus is watching the proceedings, when Atomizer walks in. Which I guess you can just do in a Cybertronian court case. Sure.

Atomizer, in case you forgot, is the dude who has a bow and arrow, and used to be an interior designer.

Say, didn’t Whirl has a bow and arrow in the last issue when he attacked Megatron? Mighty curious, that.

Rodimus and Atomizer briefly reflect on the DJD, recalling the horror that was Vos- not that Vos, the other one. Rodimus would really just rather this all be over with so the Lost Light can get back to finding the Knights of Cybertron, and it’s at this point that Atomizer breaks out a thing he really ought not have- the count for the vote on whether or not Rodimus should stay on as captain. Rodimus doesn’t want to look at it, because it was supposed to be anonymous for a reason, and tells Atomizer to destroy the list entirely.

Hm, that’s not a terribly determined face there, Rodimus.

Back in the present, specifically in Swerve’s, Groove is threatening to break Streetwise’s arm, as we get the downlow on just what exactly our Legislator buddy’s deal is. Turn’s out, Swerve got one of the things reprogrammed, so that he follows not the Autobot Code, but something else entirely.

Hey, Swerve?

I don’t expect you to know this, because I don’t think you were present when they revealed this information to the readers, but… your new bouncer is made of people. He’s a dude made of other dudes, namely the Circle of Light. There’s a chance that you reprogrammed a sentient being, my good bitch.

Anyway, Swerve’s in a fucking mood because his shoulder hurts, someone’s stealing his shit, and Megatron has joined the narrative. Over at a nearby table, Skids, Nautica, and Riptide take a gander at the tabloids. Trailcutter, who is positively smashed, to the point where he’s just leaking booze out of his face like it’s his job, isn’t terribly interested in that, however.

What an astute observation, Riptide. And people say you’re stupid!

Trailcutter wants to drink some more, because it’s very likely he’s got a problem, but the mention of “Megatron’s super fuel” makes him feel like it’s time to stop hounding Swerve and start performing crimes.

Back during the trial, we get to Starscream’s testimony. He’s wearing his crown. He’s acting like a self-righteous asshole, as he defends Megatron.

Well, “defend” in the technical, legal sense, I suppose.

But really it’s more about him insulting Megatron’s intelligence, strength, and courage, in front of a LOT of people, while also trying to make himself look better in the war crime department. Megatron doesn’t appreciate this very much, if his murder-face is anything to go by.

Megatron lets Ultra Magnus (his defender, if you’ll recall) know that he wants a private word, and court goes into a brief recess.

Back in the present, Nightbeat’s busy looking at a pin-up of Rung’s alt-mode, when someone knocks on his door. That someone is Chromedome, who’s trying to solve the mystery of The Missing Declaration of Love. Not that he says that specifically out loud.

You two were married, why- okay. No point in yelling at this digital copy of a comic book.

Anyway.

So, the whole screaming thing only happened the one time, and everything was back to normal on subsequent plays of Rewind’s message. Nightbeat seems to be leaning towards the depressive isolating getting to Chromedome, which Chromedome responds to by telling him to get the fuck out. Alas, someone’s blocking the door!

YO WHAT THE FUCK-

Back with Trailcutter’s subplot, our drunken friend is in the middle of breaking into the Medibay. Our trio of cool-colored pals watch him from back at the bar, by way of a laptop that looks like it was built the same year I was born.

As Trailcutter attempts to commit a crime, Megatron, Ultra Magnus, and Ratchet pass by, trying to figure out how to handle the whole coffin situation. Trailcutter’s about to punch the locks off a door, and Nautica decides that this is where she’s going to draw the line today, leaving the gaggle of fools to their shenanigans. Then Tailgate glomps Skids, throwing the computer to the ground and breaking it, as Trailcutter finds the door to the Medibay magically open.

If you don’t know what glomping is, there’s a 60% chance that you’re not old enough to vote in the US.

Trailcutter sneaks into the Medibay, we get a reminder that Ambulon is super dead, and Trailcutter commits theft from a food bank. What a guy.

This is the point where security shows up, armed with a great deal of guns, one of which is Megatron himself. Trailcutter, instead of feeling super powerful, actually feels positively awful after consuming Megatron’s rations of “super fuel”. Because he, as an Autobot, doesn’t want to be within 50 yards of Megatron, Trailcutter breaks out the forcefields the moment the guy approaches him. And oh, what a doozy this one is.

Trailcutter’s gotten himself a fancy new trick- this forcefield he’s broken out lasts for a solid half-hour, and he can’t turn it off. I’m sure that won’t bite him in the ass at any point in the near future, no-siree!

Back in the past, Rattrap is commending Starscream on playing the field and getting the public slightly more on his side, but Starscream’s too busy patting himself on the back to really pay attention. He knew damn well that Megatron wouldn’t like what he had to say on the stand, and now things are finally looking up for ol’ Screamer.

Over with Optimus Prime, Slamdance is showing off how the general public is really into this whole “folks being held accountable for their actions” thing.

In the present, Chromedome and Nightbeat seem to have remembered they have alt-modes and are driving down the hall back to Nightbeat’s room- wonder what the speed limit for the Lost Light is?- and discuss just what the hell happened. The current theory is that the Rewind they saw was a Data Ghost- a collection of information so dense, it had a not-quite-physical presence that wasn’t 100% removed when he died.

Which is a little fucked up, but let’s see where this goes.

Nightbeat undoes the 40,000 locks on his door while Chromedome bleeds guilt all over the shag carpet over the fact that he hasn’t been looking for Dominus Ambus like he said he would.

C’mon James, gimme that Chromedominus endgame.

Nightbeat finally opens the door to find a small problem.

Hm. That’s… not normal.

Over in the Medibay, Trailcutter’s bubble has burst, allowing Megatron to slap him in the back of the head. This head-slapping induces his FIM chip permanently, making it so that he can never get drunk again.

Weird party trick, Megatron. Kinda shitty, really.

Megatron then gives Trailcutter the job of director of security, because he needs direction in his life. Trailcutter just sort of takes what he’s given, because I suppose you can’t really argue with a guy who can literally slap you sober, and also threatens to destroy you if you fuck up even once. Nice, Megs. Nice.

MEGATRON THAT’S BEEN SITTING LIKE THAT FOR OVER HALF AN HOUR YOU FUCKING WET NOODLE

So, since there’s mystery juice all over the floor and no one’s died, Megatron assumes that the coffin ought to be fine to crack open.

Please note that Megatron is not a medical professional, and his views are now peer reviewed by medical professionals. Megatron is in no way endorsed by the WHO.

Anyway, Rodimus is in there.

Pretty fucked up.

Back in the past, recess is over, and Ultra Magnus comes bearing bad news- Megatron wants to change his plea to “innocent.” This gets about the reaction one would expect from just about anyone.

Well, except Rodimus, who’s too busy reading that list that he wanted destroyed. He’s very sad about it.

I know, what a bummer!

#transformers #jro #MTMTE #world shut your mouth #issue 29 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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the-delta-42 · 3 years

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New Car

Marinette couldn’t help grinning as her parents guided her outside. She could hear the excited chatter from her friends. She had a feeling that the thing her parents were guiding her too was a car, but she couldn’t be certain.

“Are you’re eyes closed?” Asked her father, making Marinette laugh.

“Papa, you’re literally covering my eyes.” Teased Marinette, provoking a laugh from her mother.

“Well, you remember that car you were so enamoured with?” Asked her mother, making Marinette frown.

“You mean the red one that was bought by someone else the day after I saw it?” Responded Marinette, it was a red, beat-up hatch-back that had seen better days, but Marinette had loved it. Ever since she passed her driving test, she’d looking at cars. Her parents had made it clear that they thought her motorcycle wasn’t safe enough for them. Said bike had been totalled after Kim took it for a joyride and was still being fixed.

“Well, we may have known more about it that you thought.” Said her father, removing his hands, allowing to Marinette to see in front of her.

A red, beat-up hatch-back that had clearly seen better days. It was the car Marinette had fallen in love with after seeing it, only it had been cleaned, fixed up and given a fresh coat of paint. Marinette numbly approached the car looked inside it. The interior was the same, dark grey seats, with a matching carpet, the dashboard was the same colour. Marinette suddenly grinned, before sprinting to her parents and hugging them.

“Thank you.” Said Marinette, her voice muffled by her father’s shirt, before she took the key he held out for her.

“It looks tacky.” Came Chloe’s voice, scrolling on her phone.

“Chloe, not everyone can afford the latest Lamborghini or Ferrari.” Said Adrien, looking in the car, before gasping, “There are cup holders!”

Everyone looked at Adrien.

“I’m guessing that fancy sports car your dad got you doesn’t have them.” Said Nino, frowning at Adrien.

“It did, but then he had them removed because he ‘didn’t want me making a mess of myself or the car’.” Said Adrien, looking at the back seats, “There are only two doors.”

Marinette gently pushed Adrien to the side and unlocked the door, swinging it open, she leaned over the seat and pulled it forwards, allowing access for someone to sit in the back seat.

“Oooh.” Said Adrien, leaning forwards.

“Yeah, ooh.” Said Alya, leaning against the bonnet, “I call first ride.”

Adrien, Nino and Kim protested, but Alya just smirked and sat in the passenger seat, waiting for Marinette to get in and start driving.

“Sorry.” Said Marinette, before getting in the car and driving off.

“Did my girlfriend just steal your girlfriend?” Asked Nino, making Adrien shrug.

Marinette returned an hour later, grinning, with Alya laughing about something. The rest of the day passed without incident, except when Marinette’s car alarm went off, because a dog had taken a leak against it.

Marinette was curled up in her bed when she heard what sounded like a car driving off, with a groan, she pulled a pillow over her head and went back to sleep.

The next morning, when Marinette went downstairs, she found a police officer sitting in the living room. Her parents looked nervous, while the officer just looked tired.

“Good morning?” Said Marinette, looking around.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng?” Asked the Officer, getting a nod from Marinette, “I’m afraid we picked up a car thief last night, we found him driving a red Honda Civic, we pursued him on foot, but when we went back for the car, we found he’d placed an incendiary device in the vehicle.”

Marinette’s face fell, already dreading what the officer was going to say.

“The car was deemed unsalvageable, but” Said the Officer, making Marinette look up, “we managed to clear it with our superiors, and we’ll be sending one of the cars confiscated from the thief’s parking lot.”

Marinette numbly nodded, before heading back to her room. She’d sent a text, telling Alya about the incident and, after getting dressed, decided to design some clothes until she felt better. Alya and some of Marinette’s other classmates turned up, offering condolences over Marinette’s, now destroyed, car.

Around three in the afternoon, Marinette heard a truck stop outside the bakery. Kim looked out the window and did a double take.

“No way!” Gasped Kim, getting Marinette and some of the other to go over to him, “Marinette, they brought a Dodge.”

Marinette looked out the window and nearly choked on her drink, as the tow truck unhooked a red Dodge Challenger with a pair of, what Marinette assumed were, buffalo horn on the end of the bonnet. Marinette rushed downstairs, skidding to a stop when she reached the ground floor.

“Normally, we wouldn’t give her a muscle car, but it was the only one that was, 1. Fit to be on the road and, 2. Didn’t have anything wrong with it.”

Her mother turned around and spotted her standing at the bottom of the stairs, “Marinette, we were just about to call you.”

Marinette went to the window and looked at the car, “Is that it?”

“Yeah, it’s the only one we can’t find a problem with.” Said the Officer, holding the key out for Marinette to take.

Numbly, Marinette took the key and the officer left. Marinette exited the bakery and looked at the car, there were a few dents in it, but other than that, it looked to be in working order. Grinning, Marinette got in the car and started up the engine, quickly putting on her seat belt, Marinette drove off.

Chloe let out an inhuman screech at the sight of Marinette’s new car, “Where’d you get that?”

“My car got stolen and wrecked, this was the only one that didn’t have a problem with it.” Shrugged Marinette, locking her car up.

Adrien grinned at the car, as Chloe stormed off in a huff, “Okay, I’ll admit it, your car is cooler than mine.”

Marinette looked at the dark grey Lamborghini that Adrien’s father bought after he passed his driving test. For some reason, Marinette felt something was off about the car.

“How long be-” Adrien was cut off by screaming.

“How does he work so fast?” Asked Marinette, as she and Adrien ran off to find a place to transform.

Within minutes, Ladybug and Chat Noir had subdued the Akuma, Chloe, and had purified the Akuma. Ladybug cast Miraculous Ladybug, as the ladybugs flew across the city, a red muscle car suddenly was brought back online.

The car silently observed his surroundings, before a young woman with pigtails approached him, “That’s got to be a new record.”

“What, five minutes?” Asked a blond-haired man, “I’m pretty sure Mr. Pigeon was under a minute.”

“I still can’t believe she got akumatized over a car.” Said the woman, unlocking the cars door.

“Marinette,” Said the blond-haired man, “You know Chloe, she’ll get akumatized over anything.”

Marinette sighed, and slumped against the car, “Still, Adrien, it’s starting to get old, either she should be sectioned or go to counselling.”

“Knowing Chloe,” Said Adrien, as Marinette got into the car, “She’ll probably get them to say she’s in perfect health.”

Marinette snorted, as she closed the car door.

A giant, white and orange robot grumbled at a monitor screen.

“What is it, Ratchet?” Asked a bigger red and blue robot, his voice a deep baritone.

“Optimus, Cliffjumpers’ signal has just come back online,” Said Ratchet, glaring at the screen, “Again.”

“Once due to the presence of Dark Energon.” Said Optimus narrowing his optics at the screen.

“Yes, but unlike last time,” Said Ratchet, staring at the screen, “it’s not corrupted, if anything, it’s in perfect condition.”

“Where is it located?” Asked Optimus, looking down at Ratchet.

“Paris, France.” Said Ratchet, looking at the screen, “Didn’t Agent Fowler say something about ‘superheroes’ there?”

Optimus was silent, just before he heard multiple engines rolling into the base. A blue motorcycle, yellow muscle car and a green 4x4 drove into the main area of the base. With them were three humans, at the other entrance to the main area, two more robots, one white and blue, the other white, green and red walked in.

“’Jackie!” Yelled a giant green robot, after transforming from the 4x4. The yellow muscle car and the motorcycle following suit, turning into a yellow robot and a blue and silver female robot, respectively.

“Hey, Bulk.” Greeted the red, white and green robot, before turning his attention to Ratchet, “The Doc just said something about a ‘bots signal coming back online.”

“Cliffjumpers’ signal has come back online, again.” Huffed Ratchet, checking the programs software, “However, unlike last time, it’s in peak condition.”

“Think it might be a ‘con trick?” Asked the female robot, placing a hand on her hip.

“I doubt it, Arcee,” Said Ratchet, as the three human’s stood close to his work station, “Since we last saw Cliffjumpers’ remains being welded back together by MECH, it is possible they may have done what, frankly, seems impossible.”

“We saw them using energon to power his t-cog,” Said a short boy, with wild brown hair and glasses, “they could’ve transformed him.”

“And when they couldn’t control him,” Said a tall, young man with black hair and blue/silver eyes, “They just pawned his vehicle mode off to a collector.”

“Where’s the signal coming from?” Asked Arcee, her optics narrowing.

“Paris, France.” Said Ratchet, making all the human go still.

“Wait,” Said a young woman, with gold/amber eyes and pigtails and a braid, “you mean one of the cities with actual superheroes?”

The two males just stared at Ratchet in surprise.

“Yes, Miko,” Sighed Ratchet, focussing on the screen, “one of the cities with actual ‘superheroes’.”

“Doesn’t Ladybug have a sort-of healing power?” Asked the tall male, getting surprised looks from the bots.

“What was that Jack?” Asked Arcee, looking at her charge.

“Yeah, Ladybug can literally fix a destroyed city!” Exclaimed Miko, slinging an arm around Jack’s shoulders, “There’s a video of her fixing Paris after it was entirely flattened during an Akuma attack!”

The Autobots all stared at them.

“Rafael, translation if you please.” Said Ratchet, after a couple of moments.

“There’s someone in Paris that can turn people into monsters, by using their victims emotions.” Said the short boy, Raf, “The first akuma was called Stoneheart and the heroes were thirteen when Hawkmoth first appeared.”

There was the tell-tale sign of the Autobot’s optics flickering that showed they were using the internet. Arcee frowned and looked impressed.

“Yeah, each time they meet Hawkmoth in person,” Said Miko, getting the bots attention, “they keep gaining ground on him and he always runs off.”

“Then why haven’t they beaten him yet?” Asked Bulkhead, getting a sigh from Miko.

“A few years back they had a team,” Said Miko, looking down, “a pretty big team, until they were betrayed by one of the team members that had outed their identity to the public.”

“After that, the Akumas got worse and, eventually,” Said Jack, shrugging, “Ladybug and her partner build a new team, hand picking the individuals, and if anyone of them pulled the same stunt as Bourgeois, instant memory wipe.”

“Which made taking tests a whole lot harder.” Joked Miko, getting a snort from Jack.

“So, this Ladybug can literally fix anything?” Asked Ratchet, getting the humans’ attention.

“Yeah, as long as she knows enough about it and how much need to be fixed.” Said Jack, as Ratchet had a thoughtful look on his face.

“No.” Said Optimus, before Ratchet could even voice his opinion, “I’ve seen the footage of her restoring the city, if she were to do the same with Cybertron, she would most certainly perish.”

Ratchet’s shoulders slumped.

“School has a trip to Paris planned next month,” Said Jack, making the bots look at him, “We all signed up for it, if Cliffjumpers’ signal is still there by then, we can all check it out.”

Optimus frowned, before nodding.

Miko and Jack shared a suffering look, the tour of the Agreste fashion company was duller than when the principle giving a speech. The woman showing them around had the same attitude as she was barely pointing things out as they passed them.

“And if you look to your left, you’ll see all the models posing naked to emulate ancient Greece.” Said the woman, Marinette.

Jack and Miko didn’t both looking, but the groan from Vince told them it wasn’t what Marinette said it was.

“If any of you looked, you would now know that it just the fabric dying department.” Said Marinette, looking back at them, “It also tells me which ones of you should be observed.”

There was a louder groan from everyone else.

“Now, here’s the fun areas of the business,” Said Marinette, as the tour group walked into a large open room, “This is where we model clothes, cars and any other random crap that can be modelled.”

A blond-haired man, reclining on the bonnet of a sports car immediately perked up, “Marinette!”

In a matter of seconds, the man had picked Marinette up, kissed her, spun her around and stared at her as if she was the only thing in the universe.

“Adrien, working.” Said Marinette, getting the man to put her down.

“That’s the Tsurugi LX-10 Model.” Said Jack, getting everyone to look at him.

“You’re familiar?” Asked Adrien, looking at Jack.

“I know that they’re illegal in the States because of the number of times previous models had to be recalled.” Said Jack, before scowling, “Not to mention the number of people that died after their cars crushed them against a wall.”

“Well, this model doesn’t have the self-driving gimmick,” Said Adrien, frowning at the car, “but it does have a feature called incognito mode.”

“Which is?” Asked Marinette, as the car turned from silver to black.

“That.” Said Adrien, folding his arms, “Madam Tsurugi had it designed for the police, but then she put it on the common market and now, they’re facing a metric fuck ton of lawsuits.”

“Then why are you modelling it?” Asked Miko, making Adrien smirk.

“I wasn’t,” Said Adrien, folding his arms, “I was taking a nap.”

A screwed-up ball of paper hit the back of Adrien’s head.

“Work now, flirt with your girlfriend later.” Yelled a photographer, while a red-haired, dark skinned journalist laughed.

Adrien grinned, before charging at them, soon all three were on the floor with Adrien squeezing them.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng, what’s going on?” Asked a cold voice.

“Alya’s here for the interview, Adrien was catching up on his sleep and I’m showing the tour group around.” Said Marinette, turning to face a tall, white haired man.

The man looked at the car and then to Adrien greeting the journalist and her camera man.

“And, no, nothing out of the ordinary happened.” Said Marinette, as the man frowned.

“I believe I told Rossi to show them around.” Said the man, looking at Marinette.

“She didn’t show this morning.” Said Marinette, pulling out her phone, “She didn’t respond to any of the messages I sent her, either.”

“This is the fifth day running?” Asked the man, making Marinette nod, “Notify the Police, she might’ve had another accident, seeing how she became prone to them after the incident.”

Marinette nodded and put her phone away, “I contacted the police after I was told she didn’t turn up, I also called Tsurugi Motors, told them the car wouldn’t start and I’ve heard nothing since.”

“What wrong with it?” Asked Jack, getting a look from Marinette and, presumably, her boss.

“It won’t start.” Said Marinette, as she walked over to the car.

“Does it make any strange noises when you try to start it?” Asked Jack, following her.

“It clicks.” Said Marinette, before Jack frowned.

“Vince, come here.” Said Jack, leaning inside the car and pulling the latch from the bonnet.

Vince came without question, lifting it up and looking inside.

“Found the problem.” Said Vince, as Jack joined him, “There’s no engine.”

Everyone looked inside the car and saw an empty compartment. Jack then went to the back of the car, checking the rear end for an engine, “It’s back here.”

“It looks like it’s been scooped out and dumped back here.” Said Vince, as Jack rolled up his sleeves.

“Help me lift this out,” Said Jack, as Vince took the side opposite to Jack, “on three. One. Two. Three.”

Carefully and with great effort, Jack and Vince lifted the Engine out and placed it on the floor. As they were straightening up, both froze at the sight of a small, blinking device.

“We should leave.” Said Jack, his tone leaving no room for argument, “Now.”

Marinette and her boss joined them and saw the bomb.

“Sound the alarm.” Said the boss, while Marinette went over to the PA system, saying something about a ‘code silver’.

Half-an-hour later, the tour group and the employees were standing on the other side of the park away from the building.

“Maybe it’s defective.” Said Raf, just as the building shook and collapsed knocking everyone to the ground and producing a massive dust cloud, “Or not.”

“It was delayed by 30 minutes.” coughed Jack, standing up and looking at where the building had been, “If we hadn’t spotted it, then we would’ve been near the top floors.”

Everyone sat on the sidewalk as Ambulances arrived, the ones closest to the explosion were being treated, while masks to deal with the dust and other debris were passed around.

“Still like explosions Miko?” Asked Jack, as Miko was having a cut on her head examined.

The Japanese girl groaned in response to Jack’s question. Jack felt a twinge of sympathy for her, before he saw Marinette approaching a red car with bull horns on the hood. Jack watched as she sat in the drivers’ seat, before resting her head against the steering wheel.

“That, is a nice car.” Said Vince, staring at the car.

“It looks like a Dodge Challenger.” Said One of Vince’s friends.

Marinette suddenly turned her head towards the teens, before getting out of the car and walking towards them.

“I should’ve checked earlier, but are any of you hurt?” Asked Marinette, just as a silver Aston Martin pulled up.

“Miko hit her head when we all fell.” Said Jack, as a young Japanese woman got out of the Aston Martin and rushed towards them.

“Marinette,” Yelled the woman, as she came close to them, “I heard there’d been an explosion.”

“Someone placed a bomb in the back of one of your mothers’ cars.” Said Marinette, turning to face the woman, “It was actually one of the visiting students who discovered it.”

Marinette paused, before looking at Jack, “Speaking of, how did you know what a bomb looks like?”

Jack suddenly felt uncomfortable, “Movies.”

Marinette frowned, but didn’t say anything, “Apparently, the only one hurt was Miko.” Marinette pointed towards the Japanese teen, who still had a paramedic looking at her head wound.

The woman looked at Miko, before turning back to face Marinette, “The Police will probably be along shortly, I’ll see you later.”

Marinette nodded, before turning back to the students, “So, how’re you finding Paris?”

After everyone had been collected and taken back to the hotel and the employee sent home, Marinette opened the door to her shared apartment, she could hear Kagami and Adrien talking in the kitchen.

“I can hardly smell the pesticides.” Said Marinette, in lieu of announcing her presence.

“Yeah, and the rats are gone as well.” Said Adrien, poking his head out, “How’d everything go?”

“If you mean by everything, having to deal with insulting phone calls from the Tsurugi’s, as well as having to deal with the Police,” Said Marinette, slipping her shoes off, “it went great.”

“What’s my mother threatened to do now?” Asked Kagami, seasoning the food.

“She didn’t threaten to do anything,” Replied Marinette, dropping onto the sofa, “She just used the entire call to hurl insults at me.”

Kagami blew air through her teeth.

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” Said Marinette, before the sound of glass shattering made her look towards the window. She approached the window and looked outside, just in time to see Adrien’s Lamborghini race down the street.

“Adrien, your car’s jut been stolen.” Said Marinette, looking out the window.

“I’ve been thinking of getting a new car anyway.” Said Adrien, as he finished setting the table.

As if on cue, a motorcycle, 4x4 and two sports cars peeled down the street.

“Fucking kids.” Said Marinette, closing the curtains.

Arcee drew close of Lockdown, half-transforming so she could shoot at him without falling behind, Bumblebee and Smokescreen started to head the bounty hunter off, before he transformed and dove through a billboard. The Autobots all came to a stop, Arcee scowling at the hole left behind by Lockdown.

Arcee collapsed back into her vehicle mode and started to head back to where they found Lockdown. A red Dodge Challenger with bull horns sat waiting for them, Arcee considered kicking Cliffjumper, just to get a reaction from him.

Cliffjumper prevented her from following through, transforming and stretching his arms out, “You’ll not believe the month I’ve had.”

Arcee transformed and glared at him.

“I suddenly feel like I’ve got a few seconds to live.” Said Cliffjumper, before Arcee tackled him.

Arcee kept hitting him, until a torch shone on them, making the Femme turn in the direction of the light.

Cliffjumper froze at the sight of Marinette, behind her were her sparkmates, at least he thought they were her sparkmates, all three just staring at the sight in front of him.

“Akuma?” Asked Adrien, cocking his head.

“Nope, they haven’t started yelling yet.” Said Marinette, approaching them, “Where the fuck has my car gone?”

Cliffjumper pushed Arcee off him, before collapsing into the familiar, red Dodge Challenger with bullhorns on the end of the hood, that Marinette had been driving for the past month.

Marinette just let out a long-suffering sigh, “Just my fucking luck.”

Ratchet watched as the Autobots all drove into base via the ground bridge. Optimus frowned at the sight of Cliffjumper, then at the sight of three humans climbing out of him. The red Autobot transformed and looked up at Optimus.

“There’s a really funny story here.” Said Cliffjumper, before a purse hit his side.

Cliffjumper looked down at Marinette, before wincing and looking back at Optimus. Optimus nodded and Cliffjumper crouched down and looked in Marinette’s eye.

“Hey, kid.” Said Cliffjumper, as Marinette glared at him, “You’re probably wanting an explanation.”

“Probably?” Groused Marinette, her glare intensifying, “I just found out my car, which I got after someone stole and torched my actual car, is some giant robot, gundam thing.”

Adrien brightened up.

“Actually, I’m not a gundamn thing,” Said Cliffjumper, making Marinette frown, “I’m an Autobot, my name is Cliffjumper.”

“An Auto-what-now?” Asked Marinette, as the horned bot sighed.

“If I may,” Said Optimus, making Marinette look up at him, “I believe proper introductions are in order. My name is Optimus Prime, we are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the Planet Cybertron.”

“Ah, aliens.” Said Marinette, folding her arms and frowning.

“This,” Said Optimus, gesturing to Ratchet, “is our medical Officer, Ratchet,” he then gestured to the four Autobots behind Cliffjumper, “You have already met Arcee, Bumblebee, Bulkhead and Smokescreen.”

Marinette looked at the four of them, before her eyes widened, “Hold on, weren’t you the jokers that followed the guy that stole Adrien’s car?”

“Actually,” Said Arcee, folding her arms, “that was another one of our kind, his name’s Lockdown.”

“Lockdown?!” Gasped Ratchet, getting looks from the rest of the team, “Here?!”

“Adrien’s car, was a robot?” Asked Marinette, folding her arms and cocking an eyebrow.

“And not a good one.” Said Arcee, before spotting Tikki poking her head out of Marinette’s pocket, “What’s that?”

Marinette withdrew Tikki from her pocket, making Optimus frown.

“Honoured, Creator.” Greeted Optimus, making Marinette look down at the Kwami.

“‘Honoured Creator’?” Asked Marinette, getting a sheepish look from Tikki.

Marinette scowled at Cliffjumper’s dashboard, as the Autobot played around with his radio. Marinette had taken the whole reveal of an alien race hiding on Earth, what she didn’t take well was Cliffjumper outing her and Adrien’s identities to the other Autobots, namely after Tikki had been spotted.

“Can you please stop that?” Asked Marinette, as Cliffjumper jumped from a station playing classic rock to one playing Bulgarian shriek metal.

“Sorry.” Apologised Cliffjumper, as Marinette got out.

“Don’t drive off anywhere, I won’t be able to explain to anyone why my car is out driving itself.” Said Marinette, before closing the door.

Adrien looked at Marinette, before going back to watching the Agreste legal team and Tsurugi legal team yelling at each other.

“Father’s trying to pin the bomb on the Tsurugi’s.” Said Adrien, just as one legal aid picked up a chair and threw it, “I don’t know why people watch wrestling, we’re seeing the same thing, but we didn’t pay for anything.”

“How’d your dad take your car being ‘stolen’?” Asked Marinette, making Adrien wince.

“He thinks Madam Tsurugi’s behind it.” Replied Adrien, “Kagami’s consented for her car to be searched, in case there’s anything that’s been placed in it.”

“You know, I actually thought the person who’d have the problem with our relationship would be your father.” Said Marinette, folding her arms.

“He did, until I said that your skill, and potential, would be under the Agreste name.” Said Adrien, shrugging, “He became silent after that.”

“I’m sure it had nothing to do with Nathalie falling pregnant.” Said Marinette, making Adrien snort.

There was the sound of glass breaking, as one of the legal aids was sent through the window. Marinette didn’t even blink as she pulled out her phone and called the police, while Adrien looked at his phone, grinning when he saw it was still recording.

Down in the car park, Cliffjumper watched as a silver Aston Martin pulled up and Kagami step out. Giving Cliffjumper a subtle wave, Kagami headed straight for the elevator, leaving the Autobot with the car. There was the sound of grinding metal as Cliffjumper transformed and crouched down next to the car.

“What are you?” Whispered Cliffjumper, changing the angle for which he looked at the car.

Cliffjumper froze, there was an insignia that was hidden in the front wheel arch. The winged Autobot symbol of the Elite Guard.

“Optimus.” Said Cliffjumper, contacting the Autobot Base.

“Optimus is otherwise occupied, Cliffjumper, what do you need?” Came Ratchet’s voice.

“There’s a car here with Elite Guard Markings, are you picking anything up on your scanners?” Relayed Cliffjumper, waiting for Ratchet to respond.

“I’m not detecting any- wait, I’ve just focused on your immediate area, there’s one Autobot signal in the vicinity, there’s no name associated to it, but it’s definitely there.” Said Ratchet, just as Cliffjumper heard the lift ring. The red Autobot collapsed into his Dodge Challenger alt, waiting for the person to leave.

A brunette with hair tails that resembled sausages stood in front of Cliffjumper.

“So,” Said the girl, her voice oily and demanding, “You’re the pile of crap that Dupain-Cheng got.”

Cliffjumper decided he didn’t like this girl, she reminded him too much of Starscream. The girl rummaged around her bag, before pulling out a can of spray paint.

“Let’s see how she likes this.” Smirked the girl, shaking the can.

Cliffjumper immediately honked his horn and set off his alarm, before revving his engine and advancing towards the girl. She dropped the can and fell backward before scrambling away from the vehicle.

A security guard appeared from around the corner and spotted the red Dodge Challenger blaring it’s alarm, with one of Gabriel Agreste’s models, Lila something, screaming at it.

“What the hell is going on?” Demanded the security guard, before asking Ms. Dupain-Cheng down to silence her car.

“I-I was walking past it and it started driving at me!” Cried Lila, as the guard frowned.

Marinette arrived and silenced the car.

“Your car isn’t one of those self-driving types, is it?” Asked the guard, getting a confused look from Marinette.

“Are you kidding?” Asked Marinette, frowning, “I got this after my last car was totalled after some meth head stole it.”

“Ms. Rossi says it drove at her.” Said the Guard, as Marinette took a step forwards and slipped on something.

“What the hell?” Said Marinette, picking up a can of black spray paint, “I don’t suppose you were going to be painting anything, Lila?”

Lila stuttered out some excuse, while Marinette gave the can to the guard and went back up to the design office.

“What happened?” Asked Adrien, his glasses rest on his head.

“Lila was scared by Cliff.” Said Marinette, frowning at one of the designs.

Adrien nodded, before looking back at the computer, “What was I thinking when I asked my father to teach me how to run a business?”

Marinette and Adrien climbed out of Cliffjumper, while Kagami drove her car after them. Ratchet shooed them towards the seating area, all three spotting three of the children that were on the field trip.

“You know, I’m not even surprised.” Said Marinette, dropping into one of the chairs.

Miko rushed towards Ratchet and Cliffjumper, her eyes zeroing on Cliffjumper.

“Who are you?” Asked Miko, as Wheeljack and Smokescreen entered the main area.

“Name’s Cliffjumper, I heard a lot about you and your friends from the others.” Said Cliffjumper, just as Ratchet jumped backwards when the Autobot transformed. Everyone froze when his head rolled off.

“Oh no.” Said Raf, approaching from behind Miko.

“Oh no what?” Asked Cliffjumper, picking up the Autobot’s head.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Asked Jack, looking at the Autobots.

“Nah, this is Cogman,” Said Cliffjumper, gesturing to the Autobot, “He’s a Headmaster, meaning his he can detach and transform into a smaller bot.”

Cliffjumper held the head in place, as Ratchet started to insert energon into Cogman’s body. There was silence, then Cogman lurched and grabbed Ratchet and Cliffjumper and threw them into Bulkhead.

There was a grinding sound and Cogman dragged a broadsword from his back, stumbling around the base.

“Wha, when, where am I?” Demanded Cogman, his optics flickering.

“You’re in our base, Cogman.” Said Optimus, advancing towards the clearly wounded Headmaster, “My name is Optimus Prime.”

“Optimus, leader, commander,” Muttered Cogman, looking around, “I, damaged, Lockdown, Lord Bur-, Hot Rod.”

With those final words, Cogman lost consciousness and collapsed, his head rolling off once more.

The Autobots and humans all stared at the fallen Transformer.

“I’ll prepare an energon feed.” Said Ratchet, just as the proximity alarm went off.

“Really? Now?” Grumbled Ratchet, as the elevator opened.

“Prime, what’s this I hear about your ‘bots tearing up Paris?” Demanded Fowler, before catching sight of Marinette, Adrien and Kagami, “Again?!”

Marinette stared at the man, before Cliffjumper coughed.

“You!” Yelled Fowler, “I thought you were dead!”

“It’s a long story.” Said Cliffjumper, as Bumblebee and Bulkhead helped move Cogman.

Lockdown was seething, he’d spent months hunting down Cogman, finding him in Stasis Lock in the possession of some human insect, then a dead Autobot showed up, followed by Team Prime. Lockdown had made the deal with the human, Agreste, in the hopes of rounding up the rest of the Knights, hiding as Agreste’s son’s car, dealing with the humiliation of that boy driving him, spilling liquids inside him. Megatron had instructed him to find something called a Miraculous, and after seeing what it could do first hand, he could see why. If such small objects could fix a destroyed city, restore hundreds, if not thousands, of lives and bring back a dead Autobot, what could they do to Cybertron?

Lockdown transformed and stalked towards Agreste’s window, breaking it and waking the human up.

“Your child has friends,” Snarled Lockdown, glaring at the human, “of the Autobot variety.”

Hot Rod aimlessly drove around the dark streets of Paris, Sir Edmund Burton had instructed him to come to the city before he was killed by Lockdown. Hot Rod hadn’t seen Cogman since that day, but maintained radio silence until he reappeared on his scanners.

A swirling green vortex opened up in front of him, making the disguised Autobot skid to a halt. He recognised the sight of a space bridge, despite the power levels being significantly lower that what was required for interstellar travel.

A tall, red and blue figure walked out of the bridge. Hot Rod transformed and stared up at Optimus.

“Prime?” Asked Hot Rod, not believing his optics.

“Hello, Hot Rod.” Said Optimus, turning back, gesturing the bot to follow.

“H-how long have you been on the planet?” Asked Hot Rod, as he followed Optimus through the bridge.

The ground bridge closed behind him, leaving a seething Lockdown hidden in the shadows, Gabriel Agreste secured tightly in his seat.

Fowler watched as the French Autobot spoke with Bumblebee and Arcee, while the British one was being checked over by Ratchet. Fowler’s phone went off, making the agent turn away from the Bots.

“Fowler here.” Said Fowler, frowning.

“Bill,” Said General Bryce, his tone grave, “I suggest you look at the French News.”

Fowler frowned, “Why?”

“You’ll understand when you see it.” Said Bryce, before hanging up.

Fowler walked over to the TV, unplugged the game the kids were playing, getting a protest from Miko, and turned it over to the French news channel.

And would’ve spat out his coffee if he’d remember to pick it up.

“Prime, you’re going to want to see this.” Called Fowler, getting the Autobot leaders’ attention.

Optimus made his way over, his optics barely concealing the shock he felt. Megatron and the Decepticons were attacking Paris. Optimus didn’t bother to translate what the newscaster was saying, only frowned and turned to Ratchet.

“Ratchet, activate the ground bridge.” Commanded Optimus, before looking at his team, “Autobots, prepare to roll out.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Said Jack, looking at the Autobot’s Leader, “What happened to Robots in Disguise?”

“Take a look, Jack,” Said Arcee, gesturing to the screen, “Megatron’s just blown that cover away for us.”

“No, what I mean is, what is Megatron hoping to gain?” Reiterated Jack, looking around the team.

“There’s nothing in Paris that would interest them.” Said Fowler, looking at the Autobots, before Marinette fiddled with her earrings.

“How much do you think Lockdown learned before his cover was blown?” Asked Marinette, looking at the floor.

The Autobots froze, “He’s after the jewels.” Said Optimus, frowning.

“What those magical pieces of Jewellery?” Asked Fowler, before scowling, “I can have what heroes we have to locate them, and their owners or wielder or whatever.”

“That will not be necessary, Agent Fowler.” Said Optimus, looking at the agent, “They are already safe.”

“How can you be sure?” Demanded Fowler, as Marinette removed something from her pocket.

“Because they’re already here.” Said Marinette, removing the earrings, making them return to their usual red and black spotted appearance.

Fowler froze, as Optimus and the Autobots prepared to depart.

“If Megatron knows what they can do, he no doubts plans on using them to restore Cybertron.” Said Optimus, getting a snort from Ratchet.

“And, no doubt, ridding himself of his Dark Energon poisoning.” Snarked Ratchet, before revealing a scan of Megatron, “I took this scan back when we were dealing with Unicron, Megatron had at most, three Earth decades left before he becomes one of those mindless beasts he loves controlling.”

Optimus stared at the scan, “Ratchet, if we were to wound him enough, would Megatron become a ‘mindless beast’?”

“It’d have to be extensive, like,” Said Ratchet, frowning, “the spark extractor or beating him into a pile scrap with the Forge of Solus Prime.”

“What about Plagg?” Asked Adrien, as the small, black Kwami snored in his hand.

The Autobots stared at the embodiment of destruction, as he burped and grumbled about needing cheese.

“To get either of you close enough, would be too much of a risk.” Said Optimus, as Tikki hummed.

“I could make them Cybertronian.” Said Tikki, making everyone freeze.

“You can do that?” Asked Marinette, cocking her head slightly.

“If I really wanted to, Marinette, I could turn you into a squirrel.” Said Tikki, frowning, “However, the change would be permanent.”

Everyone was quiet, before Miko giggled, “I’ll do it!”

“No.” Was the unanimous response.

“The city’s burning, Prime,” Said Fowler, leaning against the railing, “The casualty list is already in the thousands.”

The base was silent, until Marinette noticed how tense Jack was.

“You okay?” Asked Marinette, touching Jack’s shoulder.

“My mom’s attending a medical conference there.” Was Jack’s short answer.

“Jack, she could be hidden somewhere, somewhere safe.” Said Miko, a small frown gracing her lips.

Marinette gave Miko a sideways look, before smirking. She’d noticed the concern the Jack had for Miko had gone deeper than simple friendship, or even family, she just didn’t notice that it went both ways.

“Paris is my home, if you’re going there, I’m coming with.” Said Marinette, looking up at Optimus.

Optimus frowned, before Adrien and Kagami joined Marinette and looked up at Optimus, their decision made.

“Ratchet, activate the ground bridge.” Said Optimus, silently allowing the human to accompany them.

Jack watched the Autobots leave with Marinette, Adrien and Kagami, before scowling and making a break for the ground bridge, Miko and Raf quickly following after him.

He had to find his mom, she was the only family he had left, he didn’t care that he was running into hell.

Marinette stared at the charred remains on the park and, subsequently, her parent’s bakery. The Eiffel Tower was on its side, one of its leg torn off, Decepticons were tearing the city apart.

“It’s here,” Came a gravelly, growling voice, “I know it.”

The group all froze when Jack shot past them, disappearing into the smoke.

“Jack!” Yelled Miko, before she too disappeared.

Raf was a couple feet behind the girl, before he tripped and fell over. The distant screams of the civilians filling the air, Optimus closed his optics and sighed. He believed at least half of the city’s population had been caught up in the crossfire.

“Autobots, evacuate the civilians.” Commanded Optimus, his battle mask sliding into place, “You three, I suggest you find whatever you need and guide them to the ground bridge, Bulkhead, Wheeljack and Smokescreen, remain with me to guard the bridge.”

Arcee, Bumblebee, Hot Rod, Cliffjumper and Cogman, ran out into the city, carefully instructing anyone they met towards the ground bridge, killing any Decepticons stupid enough to charge at them. Arcee kept her optics open for Jack and Miko, before spotting the two, Jack slumped over something in front of the remains the hotel. Arcee’s spark froze, realising what Jack was leaning over.

Miko was holding onto Jack as he cradled what remained of his mother, her lower half had been vapourised, her eyes were glassy and unseeing. Tears were falling onto her face and Jack sobbed.

“Jack.” Said Arcee, kneeling down next to him and Miko, before she caught sight of June.

“She was all I had left.” Gasped Jack, looking down at his mother.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” Said Arcee, hanging her head, “but we need to go.”

Jack swallowed and closed his mother’s eyes. Jack got to his feet, before the rubble in front of him and Miko exploded, sending shards of rock and metal through the two humans.

“NO!” Screamed Arcee, as she saw blood appearing on the two.

Optimus and his portion of the team were fighting of the Decepticons as Bumblebee ushered the humans through the ground bridge, some were reluctant, while other jumped at the opportunity.

“Optimus, I’ve found Jack and Miko.” Came Arcee from over the comm.

“Excellent work, Arcee, bring them back to our position and send them through the ground bridge.” Commended Optimus, shooting the head of a Vehicion and lobbing a sizeable statue at Dreadwing, knocking the seeker down.

“Optimus, they’re hurt, I, I think they’re going to die.” Said Arcee, making Optimus pause.

“Locate Marinette and Tikki,” Said Optimus, unsheathing his sword and gutting a decepticon, “if what the Creator said is true, she may be our only hope to save Jack and Miko.”

“Change their species?! Optimus, don’t you remember what she also said? That the change would be permanent?” Demanded Arcee, as Bulkhead threw Knockout to Wheeljack, who punched the Decepticon medic.

“I am aware, Arcee,” Said Optimus, knocking an Insecticon’s head off, “but we are past the point of debate, our base doesn’t have required facilities to aid them in their recovery.”

“But if they were Cybertronian, Ratchet could patch them up no problem.” Realised Arcee, went silent.

Arcee skidded to a halt in front of Marinette and Tikki. The two gaped at the sight of Jack and Miko’s bloodied bodies.

“Optimus said you could save them.” Said Arcee, holding the two humans out.

“I said I could change them and that the change would be permanent.” Stressed Tikki, looking at the two.

“Optimus said that if you changed them, Ratchet could patch them back up.” Said Arcee, as Tikki frowned.

“Okay, but you’re going to need help carrying them.” Said Tikki, as the spots on her body glowed and her eyes went white.

A flash of light later, a male, silver, black and blue coloured mech lied on the ground, another flash had a pink and black with gold detailing femme lying next to the Mech.

“I can move Miko, no problem,” Said Arcee, before activating her comm, “Bumblebee, I need your help with something.”

Ratchet watched as Agent Fowler did his best to calm the humans down, he was monitoring the Autobot life signals, when two suddenly came online. A few minutes later, Arcee and Bumblebee entered the base with the two unidentified Cybertronians.

“Ratchet, these two need patching up.” Said Arcee, as she clumsily sat the Femme down.

“I’m not even going to ask where you found a Triple-Changer.” Said Ratchet, as he set to work, “Bumblebee, monitor the team while I work.”

Bumblebee nodded and took position at the monitor screen. The wounds had pierced multiple important areas, but it wasn’t anything couldn’t fix. The triple changer, roughly the size of Optimus muttered something.

“Mom…” Said the Triple-Changer, with Jack’s voice.

“I’m not picking up any human life signs, Optimus.” Said Smokescreen, as Marinette, Adrien and Kagami re-joined them.

“Tikki’s not picking up anything either.” Said Marinette, as Optimus nodded.

“Autobots, fall back!” Commanded Optimus, as he, the Autobots and humans retreated, leaving a city empty of living humans and full of Decepticons.

Marinette looked through the crowd, her classmates were safe, Alya had grilled her about the Autobots, she’d met Nadja and Manon, bumped into Nathalie and Lianne and various other citizens of Paris that had to be evacuated. Marinette stopped when she saw her parents, handing out food they’d managed to save from the bakery.

General Bryce and Optimus were having a meeting with government officials and high rank armed forces officer. All of them looked confused, especially when Optimus had relayed, he’d chosen to save the surviving citizens, over destroying Megatron.

Chloe was the only survivor from her family, having been with Sabrina for the night. The same story was with Alix, but she’d been with Kim and Max. Adrien’s father and Lila were nowhere to be found, with them officially being declared dead.

Jack and Miko had been taken somewhere private, giving them both time to readjust to their new bodies.

A Decepticon scout that had been captured had relayed that Megatron wasn’t looking for the Miraculous, but rather, The All Spark, believing it to be buried under the city.

“What exactly is this ‘All Spark’?” Asked General Bryce, as Optimus frowned.

“It is an ancient force from Cybertron, that allows new sparks to be formed,” Said Optimus, “in essence, it could create worlds and fill them, with life.”

“And that’s how your race began.” Said the head of the CIA, “But why would it be under a city, who put it there.”

“Mr. Edmund, I doubt the All Spark was placed on earth, it is more likely it was drifting through space and entered Earth’s atmosphere, where it crashed down onto the planet with enough force to block out the sun.” Said Optimus, before looking at the other human officials, “It is likely that the All Spark was aboard a ship that no doubt was destroyed upon impact with the Earth.”

The Officials were silent.

“The secret’s out.” Said the President, “The whole world now knows about you, amazingly, some terrorist groups are now claiming responsibility for the attack, only to be attacked themselves.”

“There is also the issue of the two humans that had their species changed.” Said Bryce, as Fowler coughed.

“Sir, they were both grievously injured in Paris,” Said Fowler, “The only way to save them was to get them immediate medical attention.”

“Facilities that the Autobot base doesn’t possess.” Said Bryce, glancing out at the sea of people, “And since you were evacuating civilians, you couldn’t spare the bots or resources to get them to a hospital.” “Had the change not taken place, they would’ve perish passing through the Ground Bridge.” Said Optimus, as there was a cough from the entrance to the room.

Optimus, and the Human officials, turned and looked at the source of the cough. Bulkhead stood in the entrance.

“Miko’s awake.” Said Bulkhead, as Optimus nodded.

“I’m afraid, Gentlemen,” Said Optimus, turning back to the Officials, “that my presence is needed elsewhere.”

Optimus turned and walked out of the room, looking at Bulkhead, “Has Jack shown any signs of regaining consciousness?”

Bulkhead shook his head, “Miko was demanding to seem him, but, frankly, I’m not sure how he’d react if his woke up to his current state.”

Optimus frowned, “Has there been any response to our message?”

“Jackie hasn’t received anything, but they might be maintaining radio silence until they reach earth.” Replied Bulkhead, as he opened a door and a wrench his Optimus in the chest.

“Whoa, Miko!” Yelled Bulkhead, getting in front of Optimus, “Calm down!”

“Where’s Jack?!” Screamed Miko, picking up a barrel and throwing it.

“Jack is still under observation, Miko,” Said Optimus, internally groaning about his shattered wind screen, “he has yet to regain consciousness and his emotional state will be greatly unstable.”

“Unstable?!” Screeched Miko, throwing a crate with circuit boards at the two, “That’s a fucking understatement! He just saw his mother bisected corpse!”

Optimus couldn’t contain the wince, before the comm went off.

“Optimus, we have a problem.” Said Smokescreen.

“What is it, Smokescreen?” Asked Optimus, keeping an eye on Miko.

“Jack’s awake, and he’s kicking the scrap out of us.” There was the sound of Smokescreen being hit, before there was silence.

“Smokescreen?!” Demanded Optimus, before heading out the door, already knowing that Smokescreen was out of action.

Marinette saw Optimus, Bulkhead and Miko run across the base, no doubt trying to reach Jack.

Megatron glared at the burning city from the throne that had been made from the hideous structure that the humans dared to call ‘art’. Lockdown had told him about these ‘miraculous’ but Megatron’s prize was something far more powerful. Soundwave had detected the All-Spark underneath the city, spurring Megatron to claim it as his new capital, with the power of the All Spark, and his own scientists work, Megatron would be able to cyberform this entire world and then move on to Cybertron, Primus and Unicron. Creation and Destruction. Life and Death. Soon, Megatron would be taking his place amongst the gods.

Megatron heard frantic pleading, spotting Dreadwing dragging Starscream towards him. Shockwave had been returned to them, mostly thanks to Soundwave who’s detected some unusual activity on Cybertron.

“Starscream.” Growled Megatron, getting to his feet, “What feeble excuse do you have for us this time?”

“P-p-please, Master,” Whimpered Starcream, trying to pry Dreadwing’s hand off his head, “I-I-I only came here to re-pledge my undying loyalty to you!”

Megatron glared down at Starscream, before throwing is head back and laughing, “You are many things, Starscream, but, frankly, I no longer have any need of you.”

Starscream’s eyes widened, as Megatron levelled his fusion cannon with the Seeker’s head. The last thing the treacherous Decepticon saw was Megatron’s displeased snarl and the cannon discharging.

Starscream’s lifeless husk fell to the ground.

“Shockwave, I believe you have some experiments that required… test subjects.” Said Megatron, as two Vehicon’s started dragging Starscream’s body, as Megatron held his hand out to Soundwave. The Silent Decepticon dropped a spark into his hand, “And someone find out where the real Starscream is and bring him here.”

The Decepticons dispersed, leaving the warlord alone with his thoughts.

Optimus and Bulkhead pinned a squirming Jack to the ground, while Ratchet tried to sedate him. One of Bumblebee’s door wings had been torn off, while Smokescreen had lost an arm, Wheeljack, Arcee and Cliffjumper had sported minor injuries. Wheeljack was working with Arcee to reattach Smokescreen’s arm, fortunately it was a clean cut. Miko sat on the ground next to Jack, doing her best to calm him down. After a few minutes of struggling, Miko had calmed Jack down enough for Ratchet to give him the sedative.

“That went well.” Said Arcee, as Smokescreen rotated his arm and Ratchet worked to reattaching Bumblebee’s missing door wing.

“Never would’ve thought it.” Groaned Smokescreen, jerking his arm around.

“Is he going to be okay?” Asked Miko, making the Autobots look at her.

“Jack was under a great deal of mental and emotional stress when the change occurred,” Said Ratchet, looking at the monitor on his arm, “I’m afraid that I can only help patch up his wounds, I don’t that the necessary skills to help with his emotional wellbeing.”

“You, you said he was a triple changer,” Said Miko, her gold optics looking up at Optimus, “What is that?”

“A triple changer, Miko,” Said Optimus, after a moment, “Is a Cybertronian who had two alt modes, most of them joined the Decepticons, with very few siding with the Autobots.”

Miko blinked a couple of times, before looking back down at Marinette.

“Where’re Hot Rod and Cogman?” Asked Arcee, looking around for the two Autobots.

“Cogman is on the roof of the base,” Said Ratchet, as he pulled a piece of shrapnel out of Jack’s shoulder, “Hot Rod is seeking a new alt mode.”

Optimus frowned, before leaving the room and heading to the roof. Cogman’s back was to Optimus.

“Seven Autobots have broken Earth’s atmosphere and heading to the surrounding desert.” Said Cogman, looking up at the sky.

“Have you been able to discern their identities?” Asked Optimus, stopping next to Cogman.

“Jazz, Prowl, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Mirage and Jetfire have sent out identifying signals,” Said Cogman, not looking at the Prime, “The seventh hasn’t responded and there are four more Autobot signals entering the system.”

Optimus frowned, the six Cogman had listed would be excellent additions to Team Prime, but he couldn’t help but worry that the seventh signal was some Decepticon trap. Optimus was broken from his musings when a ship appeared above them. Optimus squinted his optics, identifying the ship at the Iron Will.

Cogman went to draw his weapons, “Stand down, Cogman, it’s Ultra Magnus.”

The Cybertronian Knight froze, before scowling. The ship touched down beside the base, prompting Optimus to head back inside the base.

Marinette laughed as Kim finished his story. There was an idle chatter amongst the Parisians, some were laughing, while others were simply basking in the silence of their group. Arcee watched the humans.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” Asked Smokescreen, joining Arcee, “They just lost everything and they’re acting as if nothing’s changed.”

“Smokescreen,” Said Arcee, after a moment, “they lost objects and those who lost family found others who share their grief. At the end of the day, they still have each other.”

Smokescreen looked at Arcee, “You sounded just like Optimus.”

“I’ve serving under his command for years, frag me.” Snarked the motorcycle, as Optimus walked back into the base.

“I’m not sure I want to know.” Said Optimus, walking over to the monitor station, “Seven new Autobots have arrived on this world, with another four approaching.”

“Any idea who they are?” Asked Arcee, as Smokescreen returned to watching the humans.

“Ultra Magnus has landed his ship outside,” Said Optimus, observing the screen, “Cogman has identified the other signals of valued allies, they will need picking up before Megatron comes for them.”

Arcee frowned, before the monitor beeped and an Autobot life signal lit up the screen, “Wait, is that Ironhide?”

“Cogman identified Ironhide as one of the signals that arrived,” Said Optimus, as he programmed the ground bridge, “Arcee, Smokescreen, come with me.”

Ultra Magnus raised an eyebrow as he scanned the planet, he heard one of his passengers snort at him.

“If you have something to say, soldier, now’s the time.” Said Ultra Magnus, turning around.

The Autobot who snorted at him, Brawn, folded his arms, “You just said we landed outside of Prime’s base, why don’t we just knock on the front door.”

Brawn was primarily green and yellow and resembled Bulkhead. Behind Brawn, Springer, a green triple changer, coughed and Kup, a teal warrior with a cigar in his mouth scowled.

“Whether we’re outside Optimus’s base or not, we cannot risk being seen by the natives of this world.” Said a rose-and-white femme, Elita One, looking around the mechs, “Optimus is concerned about someone.”

“Attention, Autobot Ship Iron Will,” Came Ratchet’s voice through the comms, “The main entrance to the base is open, I’d like to suggest you come in, before Ironhide destroys any more of my equipment.”

“I heard that, Doc.” Came Ironhide’s famous drawl.

The Autobots heard Ratchet sigh, before terminating the connection.

“I think it’s safe to go in.” Said Brawn, standing up, “I hate being in this tiny ship.”

The Autobots filed out of the ship and into the base, with Ultra Magnus activating the cloak as soon as they were off the ship. Elita smiled at the sight of Arcee, before freezing at the sight of two Cybertronians she didn’t recognise. Arcee followed her sisters gaze and winced.

“It’s a long story.” Said Arcee, as Optimus re-entered the base, followed by Jazz, Prowl and Jetfire.

“I think we’re going to need a bigger base.” Said Smokescreen, looking around.

Springer was accosted by Ratchet and practically dragged to the med bay, “Finally, someone who might be compatible with my patient.”

“What?” Asked Springer, as Ratchet forced him onto a berth.

The ground bridge opened again, as Bulkhead lead Sideswipe and Mirage into the base.

“Wow, what a dump.” Said Sideswipe, as Arcee went back to looking into the room she’d been looking in before Elita arrived.

Ultra Magnus approached Arcee, before catching sight of the sea of humans.

“What are they doing in the base?” Asked Ultra Magnus, making Arcee look up.

“Long story.” Came Arcee’s response, “Optimus will fill you in once everyone’s here.”

“Optimus the four signal Cogman said were entering the system that just broken the atmosphere.” Called Ratchet, squinting at the screen, “It’s Hound, Crosshair, Drift and Warpath.”

Smokescreen let out a low whistle, “Is it me or are we getting a ton of heavy hitters?”

Marinette looked at all the people getting ready to leave, they were being taken back to France and were going to be placed in temporary housing until Paris had been reclaimed. The Autobots had taken the news about Jack and Miko with mixed results, Ultra Magnus and Kup didn’t believe it, until they spoke with Miko, while Crosshairs thought it’d be funny to get a rise out of Jack. Crosshairs still had trouble with his arm.

Ironhide, Springer and Jetfire had taken to training the newly turned Cybertronians, while Optimus dealt with the press. The rest of Team Prime had started ferrying the Parisians back to France. Cliffjumper crouched next to Marinette, making her look up.

“We’re doing everything we can it make it like it was.” Said Cliffjumper, looking over the sea of Humans.

“Optimus is going to try and take the city back, isn’t he?” Asked Marinette, looking back at the crowd.

“Yeah,” Said Cliffjumper, as Elita One directed Mirage and Sideswipe in their tasks, “I know it’s gonna seem a bit empty, but I promise, we’ll do everything in our power for you to go home.”

“Thanks,” Responded Marinette, smiling slightly, “It means a lot.”

“Marinette!” Called Kagami, as she prepared to get on a truck, “It’s time to go!”

Marinette nodded, before looking up at Cliffjumper, “I guess this is goodbye.”

“I prefer a ‘see you soon’.” Said Cliffjumper, before crouching lower, allowing Marinette to hug his head, “I’ll miss ya, kid.”

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Replied Marinette, before heading away from the Autobot.

“There’s nothing you can do,” Said Hound, his cigar bouncing as he spoke, “we’re gonna out live ‘em all anyway.”

The last of the trucks vanished through the ground bridge, leaving the Autobots alone.

Cliffjumper looked at the crowd of humans, a task force specially designed to fight the Decepticons, the Non-biological Extra-terrestrial Species Treaty. Optimus frowned as Bumblebee and Jetfire returned from their scouting missions.

“They are surrounding the city like a fortress, so that no one can see what they’re up to on the inside.” Mused Optimus, frowning, “Our only chance is through the element of surprise.”

“How are we supposed to retake it?” Asked Sideswipe, scowling at the wreckages.

“Earth is our home now, Sideswipe, while we call it our home, we must defend it.” Said Optimus, looking at the red Autobot, “I can only ask you to follow me into battle.”

“Optimus, you don’t even need to ask.” Said Konton, Miko, cracking her knuckles. Wheeljack had adopted her, to prevent her spark from failing, with Optimus and Elita doing the same for Jack, who’d taken the name Trion, in reference to his three forms.

“Then, today, in the name of freedom, we shall take the battle to them.” Said Optimus, turning away from the group, “Autobots, Transform and Roll Out!”

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Teaser!~ Bay! Optimus x Human! Reader

Requested by the lovely @AngelRosePhoenix

Plot: I was thinking of Bayverse AOE that is Cade's 20 yr old cousin which is the same age as Shane. So while they're in the Old Church hiding, Tessa was checking on her phone on YouTube when suddenly she saw Y/N modeling on Victoria's Secret. It was all about her in Victoria's Secret every outfit and catwalk. The music is playing' Roses Imanbek by Saint Jhn". Y/N tries to stop Tessa when the bots were curious too. When she showed it, Bee used a bigger screen and everyone was whistling and making kinky talk to her. She is so flustered while Prime has a horny thing on his mind. So the Prime teased her in a kinky way which others were shocked. Then Cade said, "Yeah, I'd be happy for u that she'll be your girlfriend. She really needs it." Then Tessa complained about Y/N's allowed and not her. But Cade told his daughter that she isn't at Y/N's age. Then Y/N complained and yelled when she heard Optimus say, "Well, I don't mind at all being with her." And he smirked which made her blush furiously and then there goes to the lemon >:D.

This is a lemon! I literally sometimes don't understand some requests that I get that I have to fix it every time so that the readers can understand what's going on. I recommend you all to use Grammarly. It's free and it helps you when you're typing on your computer. I've been using it for months now and it helps a lot when I'm writing chapters or one-shots here. This takes place in the church of Tf4 AOE!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

Note: the art goes to the owner!

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Oh man, the day is just crazy! Apparently, Cade brought an old truck to his place together with Lucas. Cade Yeager is a single father of Tessa Yeager. His wife sadly passed away when Tessa was young and since then Cade took care of his daughter. He became overprotective and even made a rule to not bring any boys to the house! He meant it to his daughter of course. There was a woman named Y/N L/N. She's 20 years old. She's a mechanic and helps her cousin, Cade, a lot. Yes, Y/N is 3 years older than Tessa. She loves the girl a lot but she also knows her secret: Tessa has a boyfriend named Shane. He's 20 years old as well. Now, Cade didn't know it at first until... random shit happened. The truck is a Transformer named Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. He's being hunted by KSI and that's why he's hiding. He got separated from his team and Ratchet got sadly killed... Sam Witwicky, along with his girlfriend, mysteriously disappeared.

The old truck transformed inside Cade's barn and man, he's mad! He obviously had his reasons to be mad. Y/N and Cade manage to calm him down. While they both started to fix him, the Prime fell his optics on the 20-year-old mechanic girl. She's just so beautiful...

Anyway, the story continued and Lucas got killed sadly. Everyone was sad that they lost a friend. The adventure continued and yadda, yadda, yadda. Let's get to the point of view now. The church. (I couldn't find a video where the church part scene played).

Everyone is now at the church, hiding. It was safe at least! Optimus and Cade are chatting while others are doing their stuff. Tessa is on her phone, checking random stuff out. It made Y/N very nervous. She has a secret and she didn't want others to find out. She made a video once where she dressed in every Victoria's Secret outfit. She even catwalked in her video for Primus's sake! She thought that no one would ever find out... She's wrong.

Tessa scrolled through her phone until she came across a video on YouTube made by Y/N. She watched it quietly until she smirked. "Oh, Y/N!~"

Y/N looks at Tessa and she got nervous when she saw the look on Tessa's face. "W-What is it?"

"You never told me how well can you catwalk while being in Victoria's Secret outfits."~

That caught Cade's attention as he stopped talking to Optimus and looks shocked at Y/N. "Y/N, you did what?!"

"I-It's not what it looks like!" She waved her hands in defense.

Tessa then showed it to Bumblebee or just Bee, the youngest one of the group and a scout. He showed it to the big screen, causing Y/N to yell "No!" and hide her face in her hands. She just wanted to disappear...

Other bots whistled while Cade looks shocked. Tessa still smirked. Shane then entered the church. "Hey, what's going- Oh God..." He looks shocked. Optimus Prime, on the other hand, has dirty minds in his processor. It's just that... that Victoria's Secret's outfits and catwalks... He just wants to take her now.

Cade seems to notice it. He got told by Optimus that he has a crush on her. He smirked in secret.

Optimus then decided to shock others and make Y/N more flustered. He watched how Y/N slowly showed her face and then the Prime, literally... teased her in a kinky way! No kidding! He did it! Y/N looks more flustered while others looked shocked.

Cade then looks up at the leader. "You know, I'd be happy for u that she'll be your girlfriend. She really needs it."

Tessa then complained. "Really, daddy? Why is she allowed to have a boyfriend and not me?" She looks also annoyed.

"You're not just at her age, sweetie," Cade answered calmly.

"Cade!" Y/N shouted embarrassed.

What Optimus suddenly said made Y/N faint. "Well, I don't mind at all being with her." She then made eye contact with him and saw him smirking. She then fainted.

At night~

The night arrived and everyone went to sleep. Well, almost everyone. The Autobots made sure to watch over and that the humans are comfortable to sleep. Y/N stayed awake and just couldn't sleep. She's now watching the night sky. There's an abandoned train close by and that's where humans slept. More surprisingly, it had comfortable chairs.

"You need to get some recharge, Y/N," said a familiar deep voice.

Y/N gasps and turned around to see Optimus but around her height. Looks like he made himself small. He then stood right behind her, pressing his tank and chassis area against her back. Y/N shivered from the contact. Let's just say that she's was getting turned on. It's just that it was getting sexual. Optimus then placed his servos on her hips and kissing her neck. "Do you really love me, sweetspark?"

"Y-Yes." She then gasped because of the air when her extremely loose blouse was pulled down, exposing her with Victoria Secret's sexy lace bra and panties. She heard Optimus growl. "You're so sexy that I want to take you."

Then Y/N's eyes were full of lust. She felt so wet that her pussy was throbbing, begging to be taken. She panted as heat builds up, making the Prime smirk. He then turned her around and his optics were full of lust when he saw her front body. He fo course finds her beautiful. He then smashed his dermas against t her soft lips. His servos traveled down right on her ass, squeezing it. Y/N moaned as she jumps and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"My spike wants to be inside of you ever since I discovered your dirty secret," Optimus growled.

"Take me.~"

He walks inside the train, where no one else was there. At least, they'll be 'busy' this night ;). He found a comfortable seat and laid Y/N down, while still kissing her. His glossa was fighting against her tongue while servos were rubbing her entire body, squeezing her breasts and her ass. Y/N moaned loudly and Optimus pulled away, causing them to pant.

"I'm taking you tonight."

Then Y/N decided to TAKE HIM instead of him her. She pinned him down, causing the Prime to look surprised when Y/N made him sit up with her straddling on his lap. He then purred and growled lowly, causing Y/N to smirk and grind on his lap. He placed his servos on her ass and pulled her panties down until they're at the ankles so they're not fully off. He used his digit to rub her clit and pump her, causing the female human to let out moans and arch her back. Optimus smashed his dermas against her lips as his free servo traveled up to her breasts. He simply pulled it up a bit until the breasts are out and squeezed them.

"O-Optimus.~"

Optimus purred as he continued for like thirty seconds before stopping, causing to growl in annoyance but then she smirked as she saw his big hard in the air. She lifted herself up and 'accidentally' slammed right into his spike, causing both the bot and human to moan loudly. Y/N hurtled herself a tiny bit but pleasure quickly took over and started to very sexually grinding, riding and dancing at the same time on Optimus' lap. The Prime watched in awe and grunted. He couldn't help but place his servos o her hips, feeling her moving.

"S-Sweetspark.~"

"You like that, Bossbot?" She's teasing him while still smirking and moving.

Optimus growled but doesn't care right now. His optics were watching Y/N's EVERY move. He felt like in heaven. He just loves the sexy human femme that was sitting on him, doing sexual moves while having sex on his lap.

"A-Ahh! Optimus, y-you're so big, hard, and handsome," Y/N panted while having a lovely and sexy expression on her face.

Optimus felt his spark beating fast while showing exactly the same expression. "You t-take my spike so well, sweetspark. I'd like to have a family with y-you in the future." He also grunted a few times.

Y/N giggles and kisses him with so passion that she and Optimus were both lost in so much love that Y/N didn't notice that Optimus started to thrust up roughly, slamming into her many times like dominant Autobot.

"A-Ah! Oh my G-God!" She panted and moaned while Optimus lowly purred and smirked. "I-I'm cumming!"

"Then cume for me, sweetspark. I'll fill you up so well.~" He whispered lowly into her ear, causing Y/N to squeak and blush bright red.

Optimus then grunted when he slammed one last time and released his transfluid. Y/N screamed so quietly that Optimus found it cute like from Japanese anime. Y/N panted and sighed in bliss. She was then gently lifted up so that Optimus' spike would come out. It was limp. Optimus then laid down with Y/N on top of him. He covered his mate up with a blanket and kissed her forehead. Both of them fell asleep.

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bby bumblebee chptr 6

A tall woman stood in front of Bee with an ever present scowl on her face. A handful of shoeless kids in all white clothes were practicing movements behind her. Bee turned back to Lennox and shook his head. He wasn’t going to put on pajamas and make a fool of himself. He’d rather be at the hands of Starscream.

“Too late, we’ve already paid for you to be here for a month. So you’ll have to tough it out.” Lennox shrugged.

‘That kid just fell.’ Bee watched as a kid kept tripping over his pant legs and then knocked over another kid and like a domino effect they all toppled to the ground. The woman closed her eyes as she heard the commotion and her students started to fight.

“Silence!” She yelled over the noise and the kids got back into their lines. “Jacob, I thought you said your mom got the right sized gi this time.”

“She said I’d grow into them.” The boy that was the epicenter crossed his arms. “I tried to explain it to her, but she said not to argue with her.”

“Alright, alright. Go get the spare out of my office. The rest of you continue practicing.” She turned back to Bumblebee and Lennox. “Is he deaf?” She asked.

“No, he can hear you just fine. He’s just mute.” Lennox answered.

“Ah, I understand. It’s nice to see a parent taking action to help their child’s confidence. I’ve had many kids here come in mute and leave little chatterboxes.” The woman said.

“It has to be some miracle to get Bumblebee to talk. He lost his voice in an accident when he was younger. His vocal chords are all but ripped out.” Lennox explained, motioning Bee to tilt his head up and reveal the gruesome scars around his neck. Bee didn’t really care for his scars. He came to terms with them long ago.

“That would be difficult to restore his voice, but no matter, we aren’t throat doctors and I have a harsh zero tolerance policy on any sort of bullying so rest assured your son is in a safe place.” The woman knelt down to be at the same height as Bee. “Hello, Bumblebee, I am Laura Alves. You may call me Sensei Alves or just Sensei. I’ll be your instructor until you decide to leave my classroom.”

“Alright, Bee, I’ll be back to pick you up in about -”

“We train for two hours a day.”

“Two hours, kid.” Lennox ruffled Bee’s hair and walked out. Bee slumped in defeat as he was left with the angry looking woman and about fifteen other kids.

The first thing she had Bee do was take off his shoes and socks. The floor was cool on his feet, making his toes curl. And then the woman led him into her office and handed him a box with the same white pajamas as the other kids.

“This is called a ‘gi’. It will be your uniform when you come here. It will be your responsibility to bring them back each time. I like to start each of my students with a practice match against me. Don’t be frightened, I’m not going to go all out, my young student. It’s just for me to see your capabilities. Sometimes you kids soak up some knowledge in fighting by watching television.” Laura talked almost as much as Raven. Bee nodded along and made a few clicking noises to let her know he was listening. “After that we’ll decide on the disciplines to start you out with.”

The class was surrounding the mat. A girl with a high ponytail let out a whoop and told the sensei to ‘have his ass’. Laura told the girl to stand in the corner for time out. She looked about Annabell’s age.

“Okay, are you ready, Bumblebee?” Laura asked. Bee nodded, mimicking the teacher’s pose. He took a deep breath and nodded.

Bee was a trained soldier, he wasn’t just a scout. He was the scout for Optimus Prime. Or was the scout for Optimus Prime. He wasn’t going to go down so easily, and he never has. Even when Megatron ripped out his voice box it wasn’t without a fight.

The height difference was like fighting Optimus Prime in his original form. Laura towered over him. He blocked a few blows and threw a punch of his own. This body’s muscles didn’t have the same extreme training as his old one had. This body wouldn’t listen to all of his commands like it was breathing. He hit the floor.

He hit the floor in a matter of minutes.

“That was really good, Bumblebee.” Laura held her hand out to him. He was about to ignore it, but decided not to. He wanted to be angry with the teacher for his defeat. He even wanted to be mad at himself. He couldn’t. He knew how much work and skills he had. He survived in a multi-century old war when a lot of his race was killed out. It wasn’t his fault. It was the decepticon’s fault. It was Knockout. It was Starscream. It was Megatron, who was to blame for this and any future failures of his. This was the first step in making sure he’d be able to make Megatron pay.

With a determined look, Bee threw the first punch to the air along with a group of earth children.

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Annabell was hiding from Sarah again and it was up to Bee to find her. It was surprisingly difficult to find one five year old in just a two story house. There were a few places he could instantly cross off his list. Lennox’s office was off limits to anyone who wasn’t ‘physically an adult, don’t argue with me, Bumblebee,’ and Annabell was terrified of the attic storage space. That left a lot of places to cover.

Sarah had started using Bumblebee as her own scout, searching out her daughter. Bee couldn’t deny the fact that he sort of enjoyed this intense version of hide-n’-go-seek. Until today when he searched up and down the normal spots and still couldn’t find Annabell. He took a long look at the office, but still didn’t dare go there first. He walked to the attic stairs, looking up the darkened path to see if he could get a glimpse of the little Lennox.

“Bee!” Annabell popped out of the shadows, giving Bee a heart attack. “Look what I found!” She held out a small violin. Bee’s music teacher had one of these hanging on his classroom walls. She strummed the strings violently. Bee waved his hands to stop her, but it wasn’t fast enough. One of the brittle stings snapped and lashed back at the girl. Her high pitched scream alerted the mother to the mess. Bee tried to see if she was seriously hurt, but Annabell kept pushing him away.

“What’s wrong?” Sarah ran into the hall, oven mitts still on.

‘She found an old violin and the string snapped.’ Bee pointed to the busted instrument he had pushed away.

“Alright, alright. Let’s see the damage.” Sarah said, her voice calming down and coaxed her daughter into moving her hand away from her face. There was a scratch across her cheek, and a little blood was coming out, but nothing that looked too serious. Sarah picked up Annabell and brought her to the bathroom to get cleaned off and a few bandaids where the bleeding was originating.

Bee went back to the hall and picked up the violin. It fit right in his hands. He didn’t touch the strings though. He used to use the lyrics of musicians on the radio for his voice. He could communicate with his team and with Sam by switching through thousands of channels and stations to construct his own thoughts. Or he’d use the radio waves and the makeshift coder Ratchet had fixed him up with. It would translate the thoughts he wanted to speak into binary code and beep it to the world, which was automatically translated by the other transformers. His music teacher keeps saying music had a voice of its own. Even the instruments and their notes could give a message to people.

Bumblebee didn’t know why, but he found himself stashing the violin under his bed. He’d get his strength back with Laura and her class. With Sign Language, he’d have his words back. But with this violin, he’d get his voice back. He’ll move waves of people if it meant crashing on a safer shore.

It wasn’t until after the three ate dinner that Lennox came home from work that day. Ironhide’s loud rumble alerting them to their arrival. The man came through, ruffling both his kid’s hairs and giving them a kiss on the cheek before going to his wife to properly greet her. It had been established after the first week that this process was to take place. Even so, Bee never really got used to the contact. It made his skin tingle and cheeks warm up. He brushed the ‘older’ man away each time.

“What happened to Bell?” Lennox asked, inspecting his daughter’s battle wound.

“She had a fight with your old violin. I told you to throw that thing away.” Sarah said. Bee’s heart started to pound in his chest. He kept his head down, but an eye on the couple.

“Well, I guess it has to go if its already got a body count.” Lennox walked to the attic before Bee could stall him. He came back down with an empty case. “Where is it?”

“Bumblebee said he put it back? Bee, where is the violin?” Sarah asked. Bee shook his head and shrugged. He tried to get his breathing under control.

“Come on, Bee. Go get it.” Lennox’s voice was stern, almost a sprinkle of disappointment could be heard. Bee couldn’t stand when the man was disappointed in him. He shuffled to his room, already uncovering his hiding spot. It hadn’t even been two hours since it was there. His declaration crumbling in his hands. Lennox was at his door, but instead of a scowl, a soft smile was on his face.

‘What?’ Bee asked, hunching his shoulders around the violin.

“Do you want to learn how to play?” Lennox smirked. “Don’t be shy to ask if you want to do something. I know I’m sort of forcing you to take self defence classes, so its only fair for you to do something you want to do.”

Bee nodded his head so fast it almost felt like it could pop off. Lennox laughed, taking the violin from Bee’s hands and walked back into the kitchen. Bee followed, his feet lighter and heart fluttering in excitement. Until it dropped when he saw the instrument in the trash. He ran to get it out, but was stopped by Lennox

“Woah, there. What’s wrong, Bee?” Lennox asked, hands solid on Bee’s shoulders

‘I thought you said I could learn how to play it?’ Bee signed frantically.

“Yeah, but Bee, that one is broken and busted. We can get you a new one.” Lennox explained. Bee shook his head. He hadn’t cried for a week, not since he ran away. And yet here he was, breaking that record.

‘I can fix it!’ He tried to push Lennox away, but again the man was stronger. ‘Please, it can be fixed. Don’t throw it away!’

Lennox made eye contact with his wife. It would be cheaper just to buy a new Violin, he’d probably have to buy a new set of every piece of equipment for it, not to mention he hasn’t touched the thing since he was fourteen, and its been sitting in his childhood treasures ever since in various attics and storage units. The repairs would be expensive. But he also had a feeling Bee was panicking about more than just a broken instrument. How could he explain to the kid that he wasn’t going to throw him away even though he was ‘broken’ when his last family all but decided to do just that?

“Now, Bumblebee. It’s just a violin, sometimes -” Sarah began, but Lennox gave her another look. “Will, you can’t be serious. No, Will- Fine, fine.” Bee trilled happily as he fished the violin out of the trash. Sarah brought the mood down as she told him and Annabell to get ready and go to bed. Bee wanted to fight back, it wasn’t eight yet and so it wasn’t time for that. He had already lost the fight of ‘he’s not technically a child and didn’t need a bedtime’ long ago. Sarah wasn’t having any of it.

Bee was crawling into bed when he realised he had left his blanket in the living room from earlier that day. He tried to assure himself that he wasn’t a child and didn’t need that specific blanket to fall asleep. He had plenty of others he could use. He changed his mind after shifting and shuffling about his bed for half an hour. As he crept out of his room he could hear Sarah and Lennox talking about something. The closer he got to his living room the easier it was to hear.

“- but you’re taking him to his lessons.”

“That’s not fair to Bee.” Lennox shot up. “You know that I keep odd hours for tracking down decepticons. It’s my job. Even if Prime is at an unknown location, Ironhide and I still have that job to do.”

“Then find a more stable one. One that has a less possibility of getting you killed by giant robot aliens. I can’t take care of both Bee and Annabell by myself. And Annabell is our child.” Sarah’s voice was cold steel to Bee’s spine. “If I had to, I’d choose her every time.”

“Bumblebee isn’t some dog, Sarah. He’s a kid too. You wouldn’t seriously just throw him out?” Lennox wasn’t shouting, but he didn’t have too. Bumblebee could see his blanket draped across the same couch these two were having this conversation. He couldn’t bring himself to peel away from the wall’s shadows and get it.

“He’s not a kid, though. He knows it, you know it. I know it. It’s his favorite argument. He loves pointing it out.” Sarah ran a hand down her face.

“You know that isn’t completely true. Sure, Bee has more memories than most eight year olds, but he’s a kid. He’d be helpless on his own. I couldn’t just do that to him.”

“I know. But it just feels like I’m the one taking care of him, while you’re off doing god knows what. My life has been flipped upside down and you seem like none of this ever happened. You get to come home and in an hour or two he’s asleep. Do you know how hard it is to juggle a job, taking care of those two, and learning a whole new language, just so I can understand one of them. You brought Bumblebee home. I wasn’t a part of this decision.” Sarah’s voice was thick and full of tears.

“Stop talking like he’s an expendable animal, Sarah. Yeah, I was the one to decide that Bumblebee doesn’t deserve to be thrown to the dogs. But you said it was fine. You didn’t think it was such an awful idea seven months ago. You can’t turn back around and act like I twisted your arm.” Lennox stood up, pacing the length of the couch.

“I’m just asking you to switch your MOS to give you more time with your family, and make sure you have more time with family.” Sarah stressed.

“I’m not mad about that. I’m mad that you think tossing Bee aside is okay.” Lennox’s voice was like gravel at this point, but still didn’t rise in volume. Bee was choking. He couldn’t breath, his heart was beating and body was burning. He thought he was finally getting along with Sarah. They threw snacks at galra after she helped him with his homework everyday. She taught him how to make cookies last week. She was nice. And she hated him. He couldn’t even run away again, Lennox would be devastated.

“It’s not like I want to. Just make sure I don’t have to make that choice.” Sarah was outright crying now. Bee’s stomach dropped as Lennox promised his wife he’d look into changing jobs. Bee sunk back into his room, foregoing his blanket for tonight. He had others that were just fine.

He couldn’t go to sleep. The conversation ran through his head, bouncing between one ear to the next. An emotionally draining game of ping-pong. And the blue blanket was too scratchy, the green one too large, the one with trucks on it was too puffy. They all lay, kicked off, on the floor. He held his stuffed bunny tight to his chest, the soft ears positioned over his eyes to soak up his tears if they ever decided to spill.

He didn’t move as his door was cracked open. He made sure his breathing stayed even and calm. Soft footsteps approached his bed, and a familiar warmth was draped over his body. Large, rough hands tucked the blanket snuggly around him.

“I won’t let you be thrown away again, Bee. I promise.” Lennox whispered.

With tired hands, Bee found himself signing ‘good night, dad.’

“Good night, kid.”

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