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buckyalpine · 7 months

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LMAOO OKAY IMAGINE 40s!BUCKY (like tfa stark expo version) MAGICALLY TELEPORTING TO MODERN DAY, and Sharon’s bitch ass is hanging all over him, flirting hardcore, and is absolutely thrilled bc he’s actually giving her some attention. BUT THEN HE SEES THE READER AND IS LIKE “oh wow who is THAT” and leaves her alone to go woo the gorgeous dame. I can picture her face getting all red and embarrassed and upset. And Sam and Nat and Tony are in the background giggling.

GOD I LOOOVEEE THISSSS 40's heart has my heart cause this blushing soldier would be such a perfect mix of devilishly handsome and adorably shy.

"Shit" Tony huffed watching his time portal experiment start up and fail for the fourth time in a row while Bruce continued to medal with the dials, resetting the machine once more. "Why does it keep doing that"

"Give it a secondary power source, there's not enough juice with the first one"

Tony nodded, rummaging through a pile of knick knacks on his desk, grabbing a vial and adding it to the generator.

"Alright, set the timer to 19:00 hours and 40 in the past. Let's see if we can just travel to yesterday first before messing with going back years" He snorted, as Bruce punched in the time before hitting the start up button. The machine started to rumble before growing hot, the dials and buttons spinning and clicking on its own, parts starting to pop off.

"Oh shit!" Tony ducked under the table, shielding himself from getting knocked out as the portal grew more powerful, a force filed growing, knocking down things around the lab.

"What the hell did you use as a power source?!" Bruce yelled over the high pitched whizz the machine started to make, blinding light filling the room before disappearing, leaving a cloud of smoke in its place.

"I don't know, I just grabbed something that look like it'd fit" Toy shrugged between coughs as the smoke dissipated, squinting when he realized the platform wasn't empty.

Someone was standing there.

"What the hell..."

Blinking with bright blue eyes was a young soldier, dressed in a fresh, clean and pressed uniform, looking like a lost puppy while Tony and Bruce blinked in both confusion and amusement.

"Banner what the hell did you do with the timer?!"

"You're vial set everything into over drive, it must've recalibrated to 1940 instead of a couple of hours ago!" Bruce threw his hands up while the younger version of Bucky stared at the lab with child like wonder, his eyes twinkling as if it were Christmas day.

"Holy shit..." He breathed out seeing the vast technology, his mind still reeling over what was happening. One minute, he was on his way to see Steve and take some girls dancing and next thing he knew, he was sucked through a loop.

"Dear God-alright, uh-Barnes?" Tony waved the soldier over, mentally debating on what to tell him.

"Mr. Stark? It's-it's an honor, sir" Bucky shook Tony's hand before standing tall before him with his back straight, ever the bright eyed Sargent. Tony scratched his head before letting him take a seat, figuring honesty was the best police.

"Sargent. This may take a while"

Bucky understood bits and pieces of what Tony explained to him while getting a tour of the compound, the common room being the last place for him to check out. The team alternated between greeting and secretly cooing over the adorable young Bucky while also simultaneously laughing at Tony. At the very least, the billionaire was lucky the actual Bucky was away on a mission with you and Steve; there was only so much he could handle in a day. The soldier decided to hang back in the living room with the others, happily chatting away with Sam and Nat.

Then there was Sharon

"Hey Soldier" She winked, giving him a smirk causing the young Bucky to blush, throwing her a flirty smile right back.

"Nice to meet ya' doll" Bucky drawled out making her giggle, his lip catching between his teeth when she flipped her hair back.

"Aren't you sweet" She whispered, her heart beating a little faster when he moved towards her, his sweet baby blues gazing down at her intently. She'd tried a million times to get Bucky's attention before and he didn't look at her twice. She wasn't about to lose her chance with the new one.

"Look whose talking" Bucky chuckled back, his naturally flirty nature taking over with ease, after all it would be rude for him to ignore her.

"Someone's gotta protect him from this randy she goat" Sam whispered while Nat snorted, watching the two of them continuing to flirt, Sharon's hands toying with the buttons on Bucky's uniform, making her way up to brush his collar.

There was no way she was going to just let the gorgeous soldier go.

The machine wasn't fixed any time soon so Bucky was given a room to stay in. He loved the feeling of modern day sweats, looking cute as ever in some comfy joggers and a cotton tshirt, his fluffy cropped hair always neatly brushed and face shaven.

He was a Sargent after all. He always looked his best, even in lounge clothing.

There hadn't been a day where Sharon left Bucky alone. She clung onto his side, practically crawling up his leg day in and day out while the others side eyed the situation, keeping an eye out for the innocent Bucky.

"So, what's a soldier like you doin' without a girl, hm?" Sharon teased, pressing her hand to his chest, loving the way Bucky flirted back with her while the both of them sat in the common room with a movie playing in the background. Tony, Nat and Sam glanced at each other, quietly watching from their place in the kitchen while the blonde continued to giggle and blush, running her finger's through his hair.

"How do you keep your hair so soft, Sargent"

"Well, I- woah"

Sharon frowned when the soldier stopped talking half way after something- or someone- caught his attention. His eyes grew wide, a classic boyish smile appearing on his face when he saw the prettiest dame he'd ever laid his eyes on walk by the living room, making his heart flutter.

"who was THAT" Bucky stared in awe, seeing her stretch her arms up, still in some type of modern tactical suit, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yet she was still one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

"Uh-excuse me" Sharon's face twisted watching Bucky stare are you like a love struck puppy, nearly jumping over the sofa so he could run and talk to you. He didn't take his eyes off you, practically swooning when he saw you pack away the gun from you holster.

"Huh-yeah, sorry-" Bucky mumbled, still focused on you, unbothered by the way Sharon's face was now red with embarrassment, seething at what he was doing.

"Look at this guy, he's not even hiding the fact that he's staring at y/n" Sam snorted while Tony and Nat snickered, watching the young Bucky watch you with heart eyes, "Aw man, he's got it bad"

"Hey y/n, looks like someone's got a little crush on you" Nat whispered, discreetly nodding to the living room. You nearly squeaked in surprise, seeing a very very young version of your boyfriend sitting on the couch, taking peeks over at you whilst ignoring the blonde who was still fighting for his attention.

"Tony, you did this, didn't you" You sighed while Tony smiled proudly, now fully invested in how all this was going to play out.

"I'll explain later. Go wash and change and you can talk to him"

As soon as you were out of the kitchen, Bucky scrambled to the group, cheeks tinted pink, bashful as ever, looking at the three smirking faces, wiggling their eyebrows at him.

"See something you like, soldier?" Nat prodded while Bucky nearly giggled, nodding.

"Who was that" He asked in earnest, truly curious to at least get your name.

"That would be y/n. I'll introduce you once she's back down. You might be her type, y'know" Sam winked knowing damn well he was your type. After all you were technically already dating. Bucky bounced on his heels, waiting patiently while Sharon huffed, refusing to move from her spot on the couch. You made your way back down after a shower to see an exited Sam and a shy Bucky along with a smug Tony and Nat.

"Y/n, meet young Buck" Sam smiled while you held your hand out, swooning at the way he shook it gently, throwing you smile few got to see, one he had when he got butterflies in his belly.

"Nice to meet you Sarge"

"Pleasures all mine, angel" Bucky whispered, leading you off to the living room to talk to you more, offering you a seat, wondering if you wanted anything to snack on or drink, forgetting Sharon's existence entirely. Sharon nearly opened her mouth to say something, immediately shutting it with a satisfied smirk seeing the other Bucky walk in followed by Steve. Hopefully he'd see his girlfriend was a cheating whore, flirting with someone else even if it was him from the past. Her brain wracked itself in hopes that this would all crash and burn while Bucky frowned the closer he got.

"What the fuck Stark" Bucky scrunched his face walking in on some punk flirting with his girl, only to realize said punk was a younger version of him.

"Relax, I'll fuse you two together" Tony shrugged while Bucky's face twisted again, grumbling when his younger self kissed you hand again, pulling you up for a dance while fumbling with a phone he'd just managed to figure out.

"They're cute" Steve grinned, nudging Bucky playfully while Bucky rolled his eyes, smiling to himself a little while later when you caught his eyes, throwing him a wink. You laid your head against the young soldiers chest while he swayed with you, unaware that he was being watched by everyone else, in his own world with just you in it.

"You better fuse us together" Bucky hissed, narrowing his eyes when you giggled at something that was whispered in you ear; Tony snorted with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Why Barnes, scared of a little competition?"

Before Bucky could retort, Sharon was up and walking with purpose, stalking right towards Bucky.

"Y'know they're both flirting hard, right? Aren't you two dating?"

Bucky wordlessly stared at her while the others looked at her with confusion, the desperation becoming embarrassing.

"Sharon, shut up" Sam deadpanned while her mouth gaped open and shut before storming off.

"Back to what I was saying. Scared, Barnes?"

"You should be the scared one" Bucky sassed back, knowing exactly what his younger self was capable of; he knew that innocent boyish charm did wonders when it needed to. That being said, even his past self recognized real love, gravitating towards his one true soul mate after just seeing her once.

He watched the two of you continue to dance and whisper, the young soldier tipping your chin up, eyes flicking to your lips, his soft pouty pink lips so close to yours, leaning down so he could press a kiss so sweet-

"Alright that's it, punk get your hands off her!"

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in1-nutshell · 3 months

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Hello again, this is the second part of TFA Bumblebee's twin sibling.

Buddy also become fascinated by earth and, because of that, Prowl invites them to come watch the animals with him and learn more about earth's nature.

During that time Prowl and Buddy get to know each other better, they end up getting closer to the point Buddy's crush on Prowl goes from tiny to big.

Buddy's ends up getting more quiet and shy around Prowl because they don't know what to with those feelings.

Unknow to them, Prowl also returns those feelings.

Bumblebee starts teasing Buddy the moment he finds out they have a crush on Prowl.

Because, come on, he is their brother, it's basically his duty to embarrass them.

Bumblebee: I can't believe it, your first crush and is on the most boring bot ever.

Buddy: Oh, shut up!

But when he finds out Prowl also has a crush on his twin?

He becomes the "what are your intentions with my sibling" protective brother real quick and gives Prowl the shovel talk.

Is it because he thinks Prowl isn't good enough for his sibling? Not really, is mostly because he feels that it's his responsibility as Buddy's brother to act like this.

In the end, Bumblebee gives Prowl his approval to date his sibling and Prowl promises to Bumblebee that he will protect Buddy.

All righty! Part 2 of the last request!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy who's Bumblebee's twin with a crush on Prowl

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFA

The longer the team stayed on Earth the more Buddy fell in love with the planet.

From its people.

To the animals

To the plants.

It was so new and fresh, defiantly nothing that was on Cybertron.

They did miss Cybertron every now and then, but Earth was slowly becoming their new home.

Buddy and Sari had especially gotten close.

Buddy felt that they did owe Sari a bit, but it was mostly because they really did like Sari.

Buddy and Sari coming back to the base.

“And where were you two?”--Bumblebee

“We went to go see the new duck pond in the park.”--Buddy

Sari nodding.

“Yeah, and we got to feed them too.”--Sari

Sari and Buddy laugh a bit.

“Remember when that duck flew straight into your chassis?”--Sari

Buddy smiling widely.

“Only because you forgot to take the feed out! I still got feathers in me.”--Buddy

“Anyways, Sari I got the game set up—”--Bumblebee

“Not now Bumblebee. I’m gonna help Buddy paint their room.”--Sari

“Why? I’m much more fun than pain—and they left. Great…”--Bumblebee

Bulkhead sat next to him, patting his helm.

“It’s okay little buddy—”--Bulkhead

“I’m not that little!”--Bumblebee

Bee isn’t jealous.

He is very much.

He ends up nudging Buddy into hanging out with the team more so he can have more time to play with Sari.

This indirectly caused Buddy to start hanging out more with Prowl.

The two having a love for the organic nature of this planet often went outside of the plant to go look around.

It became their thing.

Buddy stumbled out of their room and running to the main room where Prowl was waiting for them.

“Sorry I’m late! I think Bumblebee mess up with my alarm’s.”--Buddy

Prowl chuckles a bit.

“No problem.”--Prowl

“I really thought you already left to the park by now. Why’d you wait?”--Buddy

Prowl stiffens a bit.

“You know more about the birds than I do.”--Prowl

“So that’s the only reason?”--Buddy

Prowl nervous sweats a bit before transforming.

“Shall we?”--Prowl

Buddy smiles at him and transforms.

“Ready when you are.”--Buddy

They never thought too hard about what was going on between them and Prowl. They were best friends, nothing more.

Right?

Best friends hung around each other all the time.

Best friends had sleepovers in each other’s rooms.

Best friends held servos sometimes.

Best friends sometimes felt a pounding in their chassis whenever the other was around.

Bets friends worried a lot about the others’ safety.

Best friends would take a blast to the chassis for the other.

Best friends would stare at each other for long periods of time.

Best friends often thought about each other when they slept—

Oh no…

They knew well this wasn’t some temporary thing.

They liked Prowl.

They really liked Prowl.

They needed to tell someone this.

And granted this was definitely not their best idea…

Buddy sitting with Bumblebee and Sari.

“So why do we have be here? Why not in the main room?”--Bumblebee

“Because I need to tell you guys something…”--Buddy

“And that’s something you can’t tell the team? Well, I’m all in for it! What is it?”--Bumblebee

“I…I…I like Prowl.”--Buddy

Buddy squints their optics shut not wanting to see their reactions.

Silence

“YYYYEEEEEEEE!”--Sari

Buddy quickly covers Sari’s mouth.

“Are trying to let the others know?!”--Buddy

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!”--Sari

“Wait what?”--Buddy

Sari giving them a smug look.

“I knew it from the first week you liked Prowl. I’ve been shipping you guys since.”-Sari

“Shipping? Never mind.”--Buddy

Buddy looks at their twin nervously.

“Well?”--Buddy

Bumblebee busts out laughing.

“Nice one Buddy! But leave the pranks to me. We both know I’m better.”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee, they’re not kidding.”--Sari

Bumblebee looks at his twin and then realizes their seriousness.

“Really? Prowl? Out of all the bots—you just had to pick the most boring bot in this side of the system.”--Bumblebee

“Hey! He is not boring!”--Buddy

“Buddy’s right.”--Bulkhead

Bulkhead is leaning a bit on the doorframe.

“Thank you, Bulkhead.”--Buddy

Silence.

“Bulkhead! What are you doing here!?”--Buddy

“We heard Sari scream and came in and…”--Bulkhead

“Excuse me did you say ‘we’?”--Buddy

Bulkhead moves a bit revealing Ratchet and Optimus.

Buddy looks like they are going to faint.

“…How much did you hear?”--Buddy

“About the stuff we already knew?”--Ratchet

Buddy buries their face in their servos.

“At least Prowl did hear you.”--Bulkhead

“I didn’t hear about what?”--Prowl

CRASH!

THUD!

Buddy had sprung out of the window of their room and landed hard on the ground outside.

Everyone moved towards the window.

Buddy is laying eagle spread outside on the slightly cracked pavement.

“…Sari—”--Optimus

“On my way.”--Sari

Apparently, everyone knew, except about their crush except Prowl himself.

Observant their tailpipe.

The rest of the team managed to get Prowl out of the base for a bit to talk more to Buddy about their crush on the Cyberninja.

There are a lot of mix comments on how to woo or confess to Prowl.

Bee kind of doesn’t care too much about it.

He thinks that all of this is a bit much preparation for something that could fade away in a couple of weeks.

…That was until Bee found about Prowl’s little secret.

Bumblebee hiding behind Prowl’s tree ready to spook him for once.

Prowl comes in slightly pacing, clearly frustrated and nervous.

Bee stops a bit wondering what is happening to his friend.

“Come one Prowl! How hard is it to form a simple sentence. Why can’t you just say it.”--Prowl

Prowl stops a bit trying to regain his composure.

“Okay let’s see… Buddy, I like you. No that’s too straight forward. Buddy… ever since we met, I feel a special connection to you that I can only describe as affection. No… still not right. Hey Buddy, would you like to go out with me?”--Prowl

Bumblebee jumping from behind the tree.

“You like Buddy!”--Bumblebee

Prowl jumping already taking out his weapon when he realizes who it is.

“Bumblebee! What are you doing here!”--Prowl

“You. Like. Buddy.”--Bumblebee

Prowl freezes a bit.

“How much—”--Prowl

“I heard all of the horrible ways that your trying to ask them out.”--Bumblebee

“…”--Prowl

Prowl sits on his berth with both servos on his face groaning.

Bumblebee walks in front of him with both of his servos on his hips.

“Okay Prowl, do you really like them?”--Bumblebee

Prowl removes his servos from his face.

“Of course I do.”--Prowl

“Meaning that you want to make them happy. Like the happiest bot in this world.”--Bumblebee

Prowl nodding.

“And wanting to protect them from any danger or Decepticon we ever come across?”--Bumblebee

“Yes, I would protect them with my spark.”--Prowl

Bumblebee stands still like he is thinking.

“I guess I approve then.”--Bumblebee

Prowl looking at him dumbfounded.

“Wait what? What do you mean?”--Prowl

“It means I approve you and Buddy getting together, duh.”--Bumblebee

“I…I would have thought you wouldn’t like us being together, at all.”--Prowl

“I don’t like the idea of my twin dating anyone, but I guess if you do what you said you were going to do, then I’m fine with it.”--Bumblebee

Prowl looking a bit hopeful.

“Thank you.”--Prowl

Bumblebee waving his servo.

“Yeah, yeah, now go work on those pick-up lines and confessions. Only the Allspark knows why they like you.”--Bumblebee

“They what?”--Prowl

Bumblebee’s optics widen at the mistake, while Prowl’s widen in happiness.

“Ummm… what? I didn’t say anything!”--Bumblebee

“…”--Prowl

“Prowl?”--Bumblebee

“…”--Prowl

“Sari! I think I broke Prowl!”--Bumblebee

Prowl ended up confessing to Buddy later that week in front of the tree in his room under the full moon light.

He did think about doing it better in the park, but he didn’t want to risk something bad happening, and his room was the best place he could think of that also held significant value to the pair.

As a bonus, the team would be out on patrol while he would gather the nerves to confess.

The team returning from patrol.

“Remind me why Prowl couldn’t come today?”--Bumblebee

“He said he needed to do something and needed Buddy’s help with it.”--Optimus

“Hmmm. Wonder what that—”--Bulkhead

Bulkhead stops in the middle of the way.

“Bulkhead what are you—Oh.”--Ratchet

“What ‘oh’? What is—Oh. Oh!”--Optimus

“All right move it we can’t see!”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee and Sari move to the front to see what was going on.

On the sofa Prowl was sitting next to Buddy.

Buddy’s helm was resting on Prowl’s chassis as his arm went around their body, pulling them into a hug.

All while watching a nature documentary.

“HEY! NO KISSING!”--Bumblebee

Both bots jump up at the sudden noise.

“Bumblebee!”--Buddy

Buddy begins to chase their twin around the base feeling like their entire face was on fire.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”--Ratchet

Prowl sighs as Buddy manages to tackle Bee down.

“Wouldn’t have them any other way.”--Prowl

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa optimus prime #tfa bumblebee #tfa bulkhead #tfa ratchet #tfa sari #tfa prowl #tfa prowl x reader

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mmprviolet · 9 months

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Why I love Earthspark

Spoilers ahead

Female characters treated like people and not weird or afterthoughts

The child characters act like children and not mini adults to please boomers

The Decepticons have more than just Card Carrying Evil

Starscream's abuse is finally taken seriously for once and without woobifying him

Megatron is Scottish

The terrans are cool

NB rep for both terran and human

The main human family are Black American and Filipino

Seriously when was the last tine we saw an interracial pair where both parties are nonwhite?

Dot is a badass, we learn about her as a person, disabled but treated with agency

Alex is also a badass and a bumblebee fanboy, yet we also learn a bit about him

Dot and Alex 🤝 Tom and Maddie = healthy relationships in classic kid properties

Elita is also a badass she's also closer to her personality than the weird trope of making her a villain or fridging her

Bumblebee is a struggling young adult and not a infantilized annoying caricature

Actually his arc seems to be one giant rebuttal against the trend of making him Kid Appeal by having him struggle with being a mentor and dealing with kids

Breakdown is Sonic the Hedgehog

The main human villain is a legitimate threat without being a villain sue or boring

The other main villain is literally named Karen (and also a legit threat)

Optimus Prime is back to being funny and not a overly serious messiah, angry old man, Nerd or cop

Soundwave's revenge bod

Skywarp and Nova Storm are girls and can put up a fight they also have more relevancy than u can say with TFA Blackarachnia

Scratch that Skywarp in animated media again and gets to use her powers

Dot and Mo have natural hair and even wear bonnets

If you look past Mo's rather uncanny design she's actually really cute and lovable

Robby is cool too

Thrash and Twitch hmmm love seeing two characters of both worlds embracing all their heritage

TWITCH'S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT especially her dynamic with Megatron

He calls her little bird

Nigthshade. Just Nightshade. Cool altmode cool personality, doesn't sugarcoat their identity (it's not 5000% perfect but still very great to see)

Really good message about respecting history while also thinking for yourself and new generation not making those same mistakes

the old generation gets to learn and grow too, the only ones who don't refuses to

Bringing in characters like Tarantulas, Hardtop, basically characters we haven't seen much of

Love how the experiences characters go thru aren't easily wiped away a la Grimlock and Hashtag both experiencing PTSD from the harm inflicted on them and allowed to feel those emotions

Steve Blum is Starscream again but still sounds fresh and not rip Prime beat for best

The cultural details while not 5000% perfect are pretty great like league above past shows

Like you can tell more than one writer of color is in the room

More nonwhite VAs instead of the usual 3-4 max

Angered the ultra conservatives

Thrash is Hunter and Kid Andrias

Jawbreaker is funny as hell I also liked his abilities and dynamic with grimlock.

#transformers earthspark #earthspark spoilers

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mychlapci · 4 months

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TFA Oppy breeding anon back.

Optimus is forced to go outside because he’s spent too long at the base and Bulk and Ratchet can take care of the bitties. Prowl and Bee drag him off to Dinobot Island because they won’t get disturbed by humans there. Grimlock, Swoop, and Snarl still don’t particularly like any other Cybertronians, but they notice that Optimus smells weird.

They wait until Bee is distracted by something else because of course he is and Prowl has to backtrack to get him. Optimus tries to follow but gets snatched by Swoop in dino form and dragged over to where Grimlock and Snarl are in root mode. Optimus is a bit confused, but knows these three are strong and kind if they want to be and his breeding kink is kicking up again and the dinobots could make for good sires…

Bee and Prowl realize they lost Oppy and find him getting pounded into by the dinobots. All three dinobots clearly taking turns and already had a few rounds and Oppy’s tanks are beginning to overflow with how much transfluid he’s getting. Whoever is not fucking Oppy is either licking/grooming at Oppy’s finials or “purring” near his full tank and chest plate. Prowl tries to approach them but get growled at by Grimlock, so they have to stay back.

Prowl says this might be a problem. Bee is just worried what Ratchet’s gonna say because there’s no way Oppy isn’t sparked after this.

oh come on guys, bringing a fresh carrier to the Dinobot island is a recipe for disaster. They can immediately smell that something about Optimus is different, that his body seems more plump and virile, so terribly attractive… you can't bypass a beast's instincts, after all.

When they finally get their hands on Optimus he can't resist. He's been told to just wait a little longer before he can get sparked again for so long now that he's all pent up from his breeding kink. They're running their hands over his body, spreading his legs, offering potent transfluid. Those are some of the largest spikes he's taken and poor Optimus is drooling and squirting all over himself by the time Prowl and Bee find out where the Dinobots dragged him. the Dinobots are cradling him close, rubbing his stuffed belly and lapping the various fluids covering his frame, pumping him so full he can literally feel the transfluid filling his gestation tank…

By the time the Dinobots are done with him it's dark outside and Bee and Prowl are both just stumped about what they're gonna tell Ratchet, who insisted Optimus takes a longer break since that was his first litter and he might be exhausted. Well, apparently he wasn't exhausted at all.

Optimus is probably very apologetic but deep down, he's extremely happy to be pregnant again.

#valveplug #dubcon #<- because of The Implications #but otherwise he’s having a lot of fun #pregnancy mention

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rawmeknockout · 7 months

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Pure fluff with reader and tfa bulkhead bonding over a shared interest in art and encouraging each others art endeavours

You swirl the hot pink gently, teeny tiny brush twirling and dancing over the still fresh baby blue acrylic. Bulkhead tries to match your delicate energy, spreading swathes of bright purple and teal with thick, clumsy digits. The rhythmic synths of your favorite shitty band plays from your phone, setting the tone for your mind to zone out to. You imagine these must be what Cybertron looks like, all types of electric colors and bright cool-tones. Ratchet has only shown you a few pictures of what their home used to look like, the colors on his personal datapads having lost their vibrancy after one too many tumbles.

Your elbow occasionally nudges into Bulkhead's arm at your side, smushed together like two half-used tubes of paint in the same box. With every sweeping motion of your arm, Bulkhead folds himself back to allow you space to move. When Bulkhead's paint-coated digits tread into your area, you change direction with your teeny detail brush. For every harsh geometric line you make, Bulkhead moves with opposing organic flow. The graphite you had previously laid down, in the form of an obscure face, is long since lost under the layers of paint, taking on a new form in the paints laid on top.

#asks #txt #transformers #reader insert #reader imagine #transformers animated #tf animated #bulkhead #tf bulkhead #tfa bulkhead

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sweetrevxnge · 1 year

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Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Eighteen | The Devil In My Bloodstream

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight.While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Masterlist

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Word count: 5.2k

Chapter-specific CW: NSFW, pharmaceutical drugs, mentions of death

A/N: let's all just pretend that this chapter didn't take me two months to write... anyways let's get into it yuh!

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“So… Do you want to talk about it?”

Ben had made himself comfortable beside you on the small cot, the two of you laying back with your legs hanging off the edge. Well, at least your legs were—the same couldn’t be said for his exceptionally long limbs. His thumb rubbed soft circles on the back of your hand, and despite being left alone by 4-3B for nearly an hour now, you still feared being seen.

His question rolled around in your head. “It” was all you were thinking about—your father, your mother, the resurgence of the Empire. The relief you felt from the conversation with Master Skywalker was fleeting, now a daunting task once again. But a tiny voice in your head assured you that you were safe. Ben wasn’t just some acquaintance. He hadn’t shied away from discussing the dark side before, and after everything you had gone through, you couldn’t imagine him starting now. Although, you weren’t sure how much insight he would have on amatter this grim.

You sighed, twisting your neck to face him. “Not particularly.”

His eyes mapped your face, starting at your mouth before slowly moving up to your eyes. They were intense, filled with an indiscernible emotion.

“I know it’s still fresh, so if you don’t want to–”

“No,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose to soothe the headache building behind your eyes. “I probably should. Avoiding it will only make things worse.”

The blankets draped over your lap shifted as you pushed yourself up to a sitting position. Ben followed, his hand quickly finding yours again.

With a deep breath, you attempted to untangle your thoughts and wrap them into a tidy coil. After a moment, you realized that you didn’t know what to say, as if every word in all the galactic languages had escaped you.

“I don’t really know what to say. It’s all so much.” Heat rushed to your face, chased by adrenaline at the memory of the dart piercing your neck. Instinctively, you lifted your hand to touch the spot, finding a small bandage in its place.

Ben squeezed your hand. “Would it help if I went first?”

You nodded. Despite your earlier eavesdropping, you were completely attentive.

“Well, let’s see,” he started, running his free hand through his thick hair. “I was in bed, just about to fall asleep, when suddenly, I saw you.” He looked over at you with an amused smile. “Not how I usually picture you when I’m alone in bed, though.”

Your cheeks burned, a familiar heat blooming in your stomach. His comment derailed your thoughts, redirecting them to build an image of him: bare chest peeking out from his robes, messy hair, eyes squeezed shut in concentration as his hand crept lower, pulling down the waistband of his pants—

The drone of the monitor recording your pulse grew louder, and you cursed your heart for misbehaving. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his satisfied smile.

“Threebee can hear us, you know,” you said in a hushed tone.

“Relax. Worst-case scenario, I’ll just pick apart his brain—or circuit board, I should say.” He winked at you, to which you rolled your eyes. “But as I was saying, I was just about to fall asleep, and for a moment I thought I had. Everything felt like a dream—until it didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but in my dreams, I’m… sentient. Involved in the story in some way. This was different. It felt like I was an audience member watching a scene play out in front of me.”

Like a vision, you thought. “What exactly did you see?”

His brows creased. “Everything you didn’t.”

You were quiet, piecing the two conversations together. From what he told Master Skywalker, his vision began after you were unconscious, which would explain why he only saw you being taken away.

“I panicked. I tried to pull myself out of it to get to you, but it was like I was frozen in place, forced to watch it play out.” Heavy emotion filled his eyes. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there sooner.”

A pang struck your heart. “Don’t be,” you whispered, working up a small smile. Just like Master Skywalker, this wasn’t his burden to bear.

He ignored your request, rolling through to his next thought. “When the vision finally let go of me, I ran to your hut, hoping that it was only a nightmare. But when I found your bed completely empty, I felt…” He paused, his knuckles white as he squeezed his hands together, holding them up to his mouth. “Afraid. More than I’d ever been in my entire life.”

“That makes two of us,” you said, half-joking. The guilt from earlier was becoming heavier with each word he spoke, further proof that this entire ordeal had caused more anguish than you realized. In an effort to move past the sinking feeling in your gut, you asked, “How did you end up finding me?”

At that, Ben tensed. He must have known you would ask eventually, but you hadn’t expected him to be so hesitant when you did. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Up until yesterday, there were many things that you wouldn't believe. Certainly not that the Empire had been growing in the shadow of the New Republic for years, slowly spreading throughout the galaxy like a malignancy, or that your father was secretly a fascist who had spent his entire life serving that same institution. Nor would you believe that your peaceful childhood was a complete sham, or rather, a carefully crafted illusion of a picturesque family to hide the true nature of your father’s business. Least of all, you couldn't fathom the possibility that your connection to the Force was a precious commodity, precious enough to drive someone insane in the pursuit of exploiting it.

Master Skywalker was right. Perhaps some meditation would serve you well.

You scoffed. “Try me.”

When he finally spoke, his tone was low—enough to send a chill running down your spine. “I heard a voice. It felt familiar, but I can’t explain how—only that it was cold and harsh. In my panic, I trusted it, and it led me to Zeffo. To you.”

Your mouth parted in disbelief. What he described sounded like the voices you heard when you touched the dark stone. “Ben–”

“I promise that I’m not crazy–”

“No, you’re not.” Gently, you cupped his cheek and turned him to face you. His eyes were a storm, glassy and clouded with a familiar darkness. He needed to know that he wasn’t alone. “And if you are, then so am I. When I connect with the darkness, I hear it, too.”

He shook his head dismissively. “No. This is different. This has followed me for as long as I can remember.”

Unsure what to say, you remained quiet, trying to process what he was telling you. As curious as you were to know more about this mysterious voice, you also didn’t want to pry. “I didn’t mean to–”

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, barely audible over the thrum of blood rushing in your ears. “No, no, it’s okay. All that matters is that it helped me find you.”

The air felt heavy, settling uncomfortably between you. He was guarded, and despite his assurance, you could tell that there was much more to this story. The walls surrounding him were resilient, but they were no match for your persistence.

“What did it say?” you asked, inching closer to him as you rested your hand on his forearm. This had always worked in the past—whether it was draping a hand over his shoulder or winding your leg around his, albeit with much less significant topics. Just like most men, Ben wasn’t immune to a gentle touch.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, his lips pressed tight together. “I don’t remember.”

His answer reeked of bantha shit. You only hummed in response, knowing that any effort to extract the truth would likely be futile. As much as you would have liked to know more, you weren’t necessarily keen on starting an argument over it.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment. You couldn’t help but wonder why he chose to withhold the details of what he heard.

Ben broke the silence. “Look, we can talk about this another time if you’d like. Right now, I’m more concerned about you.”

“Do you trust me?” The question burst free from your chest, as if you would implode if you didn’t release it. Though, now that the question was hanging in the air, you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer.

He was quiet again, dark eyes flitting between yours. With every second that passed, you could feel your heart cracking, ready to shatter at a moment’s notice.

“Of course I do,” he said finally. “In fact, you might be the only person I trust.”

You blinked. Of all the answers he could have given you, that was the last one you would have expected. And because of that, it felt genuine.

Before you could say anything, he posed a follow-up question. “Do you trust me?”

Shame burned your cheeks. This was the right thing to do. Ben was your person, the only person you had ever let in. Without hesitation, he had flown across the galaxy to find you and bring you to safety. So, why did you fear his judgment? Deep in your heart, you knew the truth. It had been there all along, and despite your efforts to bury it, it would remain there forever, floating at the surface until you acknowledged it.

“More than anything,” you whispered.

He planted a soft kiss on your cheek. “Then talk to me, princess.”

Like a layer of ice in the sunlight, you cracked. A lump rose in your throat as the words formed on your tongue. “My dad was the mastermind behind all of this. He used the Empire’s tracking technology to find the Academy, then sent a group of mercenaries to kidnap me.”

Ben’s eyes widened, but he remained silent. You weren’t sure what reaction you expected. Disappointment maybe—or worse, disgust—but found neither. With a sigh, you continued, “I didn’t know that he was capable of doing something like this. He kept his past hidden from my mom and I, using his agriculture business as a front for his work with the Empire—or what remained of it.”

He furrowed his brows, processing each word. “Wait—your dad works for the Empire?”

You nodded, staring at the torn skin around your fingernails from mindless picking. “Was,” you answered, ripping another strip of skin from your thumb, causing a small drop of blood to form on the exposed tissue.“He was working for the Empire. Not anymore.”

“So, what, he had a sudden change of heart?”

There was no coming back from this. No amount of backtracking or lies could undo a confession of this magnitude. But he had made a promise to you on his ship, a promise that everything would be okay. Now, with his hand resting on your knee, you placed your faith in his promise.

“No. He's dead.” You let out a shaky breath to settle the nerves rolling through you. "I... killed him."

The silence that followed was suffocating, yet he didn’t pull his hand away from yours or stand up to leave. Instead, he just watched you, his eyes searching yours.

Hiding from his gaze, you continued. “I killed him after he told me that he executed my mom, all because she sent me to the Academy, to safety.” A warm tear rolled down your cheek at the memory. “He showed no remorse for what he did, even saying that killing her was like putting a sick animal out of its misery.”

At that, Ben's jaw clenched, his stoic expression morphing into something angry and cold, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. “What a fucking bastard.”

“He was never like this before,” you mumbled, now pressed against the rough fabric of Ben’s robes. “But hearing him say that awakened something horrible inside me. It possessed me—a terrible, cold energy that wanted nothing more than to inflict pain.” You paused, pulling away from him. “I felt it, Ben—the dark side of the Force. It flowed through me, used me like a puppet of its will.” Your voice had softened to a whisper. An echo of the Force rang in your mind; the intensity of it, the power that claimed your father’s life. Your mouth went dry. “I’m a monster.”

“No, you’re not. Don’t say that,” he said, tightening his grip around you. “You did what you had to do to survive. That doesn’t make you a monster—that makes you human.”

You wanted to argue with him, tell him that allowing the darkness to consume you was weak and against everything the Jedi represent. But you didn’t. You were walking through quicksand, sinking further into grief as you told the story.

“If you say so.”

“Yes, I do say so. What he did to you and your mother was terrible and not something that anyone—let alone his child—should have to endure. You had every right to do what you did.”

Guilt, again. Each time he defended you, the lump lodged in your throat grew, slowly closing off your airway.

“You’re right,” you mumbled in the hopes that by agreeing, this discussion would conclude quickly. You sucked in a long breath to settle the acid churning in your stomach. “I’m just thankful that he didn’t hurt anyone else. It makes me sick to think about what could’ve happened if they had attacked the entire Academy.”

Ben hummed in agreement. “I think there are a few people here who could’ve benefitted from being thrown into a fight.”

“Like who?” you asked, suppressing a light laugh. His wit never failed to make you smile—even in a moment like this.

“I think you know who,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at you. “The same people who are dying to visit you.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully. “Well, too bad. You’re the only person I want to see.”

“Not even Tai?”

“Especially not Tai.” The thought of having to talk to anyone besides Ben right now made you nauseous. Who else could understand what you went through other than the person who pulled you out of it? All the sympathy in the world couldn’t compare to the fleeting peace you felt sitting next to him.

Another question crossed your mind. What did it mean? What did it mean that Ben was the only person you found comfort in? The only person that was able to calm and excite your heart at the same time.

This was insane. No, worse than that—pure delusion. An amalgamation of chemicals designed to turn even the coldest hearts into an inferno. A fool’s curse to fall for it despite knowing the truth. Yet, here you were, flying through the air as you plummeted to the ground. You had known all along—before you kissed him in front of the fire or sat beside him as the stars bled through the night sky. There was no comfort in knowing, only profound heartache. The Jedi Code had deceived you. Under its rule, there was no affection—only devotion. A hollow devotion to the light.

You couldn’t sit with him in front of a hearth in a space leased to the two of you, one of the many rooms in the highrises overlooking the hyperlanes of Coruscant. You couldn’t wrap your arms around his neck and listen as he shared the details of his day. You couldn’t move with him to the grassy plains of Dantooine, or to the lake country of Naboo—a decision that would be determined by the number of credits you could scrape together. But most of all, you couldn’t grow old with him. Watch as the years warped your faces and grayed your hair. Until the day came that you were forced to face this same heartache once again.

It was a fantasy.

“Baby…” Ben’s voice floated through the air, pulling you from your reverie. He wiped his thumb over your cheek, smearing warm tears over your skin. “Talk to me.”

You looked up, searching his eyes until the image of him became blurry. Your heart rattled your ribs as you gathered the courage to say it—the three words that had been burning your tongue for months. But as you opened your mouth to speak, the machine dispensing your medicine beeped, singing a series of cheery notes to announce that the dose was complete.

As the faint squealing of 4-3B’s joints grew closer, you and Ben reflexively jumped away from each other. You cleared your throat, erasing any evidence of your confession as the droid came into view, its triangular eyes fixated on the empty medicine bag.

“This was the last infusion of the day, miss. I suggest you rest now,” 4-3B said as it powered down the machine before hobbling towards a control panel and turning off the overhead lights.

Moonlight poured in through the blinds, washing the marble floors in a cool white. What you wouldn’t give to go for a midnight walk right now. To breathe in the crisp air and listen to the hum of insects. But instead of ripping out the line in your arm and rushing out into the night, you yawned and folded your legs up to your chest. The darkness of the room illuminated just how exhausted you were—both physically and emotionally.

Ben sighed, somehow immune to the contagious nature of yawns. “Sounds like the princess needs her beauty rest. I should probably let you sleep.”

Thankful that he didn’t return to the previous topic, you matched his tone and narrowed your eyes at him. “You don’t mean that.”

He smiled. “No, I don’t.”

From behind the curtain, 4-3B chimed in, “You are more than welcome to stay in the spare cot, Master Solo. I can gather a fresh set of sheets for you if you’d like.”

A devilish look flashed in his eyes. “Oh, really? That sounds wonderful, Threebee.”

“Don’t,” you mouthed. The last thing either of you needed was Master Skywalker to find out that Ben stayed overnight in the infirmary.

He pressed his finger against his lips as if to say shhh. “I have an idea,” he mouthed. A knot formed in your stomach.

“It would be my pleasure, Master Solo. I hardly see why I should separate two friends after such terrible events,” 4-3B answered earnestly.

“That’s very kind of you.” Ben reached forward, grabbing the near-empty water pitcher from the side table. “Oh and before you go, can you refill her water?”

You sank further into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, watching in horrified awe as Ben’s brilliant plan played out.

“Of course,” the droid said, returning to the side of your bed with a stack of sheets balanced in one of its hands. As it turned and reached for the pitcher, Ben leaned forward, deftly unplugging a thin wire connecting to the base of the droid’s neck.

Immediately, its entire frame went slack. The bedding fell from its hands and onto the floor as the light drained from its eyes.

“Ben!” you gasped, scrambling towards the edge of the bed. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Possibly,” he said, pushing the rigid droid behind the curtain. “If anything happens, I’ll boot him back up. But for now…” He hoisted himself back onto the bed and squeezed next to you, making the already small space even tighter. “It’s just us.”

The tension in your shoulders dissipated. There was a hummingbird in your heart, its tiny wings beating harder than ever before. His fingers trailed down your spine, tracing over the thin material of your gown. Your skin burned under his touch.

“Unless you’d prefer to be alone,” he said, settling his hand on your lower back.

“No, not at all.” You moved closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Especially since you deactivated my only other company.”

He chuckled. “Good. Because I don’t think I can ever sleep without you now.”

“Oh,” you said softly. You supposed you felt the same way. The only reason you had managed to sleep on the Grimtaash was because Ben was with you—even if he was in the pilot’s seat. As for the previous night, you had 4-3B’s drug cocktail to thank for your uninterrupted slumber.

Resting your head on his chest now, you wrapped your uninjured arm around his waist. His heart was steady and strong in your ear, a hypnotic rhythm that you could get lost in. “Neither can I.”

Ben’s hand crept around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Even through the layers of robes, he was radiating heat—like a furnace with too much coal. Glancing up, you noticed that his eyes were closed, and despite the dull ache in your arm being pinned against his body, you stayed there, counting the muffled beats in the hope that they would lull you to sleep.

The cool night air bled into the infirmary, and without a medical droid to bring you fresh, warmed blankets, you were beginning to lose what little heat your body had left. Then, a wicked thought crossed your mind. Just like the night under the stars, you slid your cold hands under Ben’s robes, holding them against his stomach. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation.

“A little warning would be nice,” he said, his eyes still closed.

You hummed, relishing in the warmth spreading through your fingers. “What did Threebee say about me staying warm?”

“Mmm, something about your body temperature being too low. I can’t imagine why—considering what you’re wearing.” He cracked his eyes open to look at you, appraising the sheer gown you were wearing.

“Hey! It’s not my fault that this is the only thing that Threebee’s letting me wear.”

He snickered. “I know. I’m just giving you a hard time.” At that, he sat up, effectively pushing you aside as he untied his robes, undressing until only his underwear remained. “There,” he said as he settled back into the bed, pulling the pile of blankets over you both in the process. “Now you can steal as much of my body heat as you’d like.”

"Don't mind if I do," you said as you turned to lie on your other side—the one that hadn't had a blaster bolt fire through it. Ben silently followed, snaking a hand around your stomach and pulling you against him. You squirmed a bit, trying to find a comfortable position in the small bed. After a few minutes of adjusting, you came to the realization that it wasn't the bed or the fact that you were sharing it with such a tall person that was preventing you from sleeping—it was the image of your dead father, seemingly burned into your eyes every time you closed them. Without the aid of medicine, you were wide awake.

For a moment, you considered jumping out of bed and fixing 4-3B’s wires, hoping that he could give you something to ease you to sleep. Unfortunately, Ben’s strong arms locked around you quashed those aspirations. You continued to wiggle in his grasp—as if doing so would magically make the bed more comfortable or erase the memory from your vision.

“You know, it would be easier to fall asleep if you weren’t moving so much,” Ben mumbled in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin.

By the sound of it, he hadn’t fallen asleep either. You didn’t feel as guilty for squirming anymore. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind. Not to mention that this is the first night without a sleep aid.”

“Hmmm, I see,” he whispered as his hand inched down your stomach, stopping at the fabric of your underwear. “Would it help if I distracted you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, as well as between your legs. Was this wrong to do? The infirmary seemed like the last place in the galaxy you’d want to do something like this, but the feeling of Ben’s fingers sliding beneath your underwear effectively pushed aside your logic.

“There’s only one way to find out,” you answered, holding back the desperate breaths threatening to leave your throat as he began drawing circles over your clit.

“I’d be more than happy to,” he whispered. His other hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your jaw up to face him. “Just tell me what you want.”

Before you could answer, he captured your lips in a kiss as slow as honey. Gooseflesh erupted across your skin as his fingers continued to work. If there was one thing you were not expecting about surviving a near-death experience, it was this. The way your body ignited at the touch of someone you thought you would never see again. Being held in his arms made your head spin, dizzy on endorphins. Even more intoxicating was the feeling of his erection pressing into you.

“How’s that, baby?” he asked, his lips moving down your neck.

It was splendid, incredible. But instead of detailing how his fingers were quickly pushing you towards release, all that came out was a string of soft moans.

A low groan rumbled in his throat in return, his hips rolling into yours. The hand around your neck crept down your chest, gently squeezing your breast. The pressure building in your belly grew as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, erasing any thought from your mind that wasn’t about the pleasure wracking your body. This certainly cured your restless mind.

“Just like that. You feel so fucking good,” you panted, arching your back into his hips. The sensation of him against your ass was delicious, making you crave more.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…” You were completely lost in his touch, a puddle of flesh and bones in his arms.

His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he whispered in a sinful, low tone, “Are you going to come for me?”

That alone was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You nodded, grinding into his hand, greedy for more. Slowly, one of his fingers teased your entrance, barely dipping into the warmth of your cunt.

“Okay, next question,” he said, his lips curling into a smile against your skin. “Do you want to come now or wait until I’m fucking you?”

“The… second… one…” You pushed the words out between shallow breaths, focused on the inferno blazing in your core. The string was about to snap, sending you towards pure bliss, but before you could chase it, Ben pulled his hand away to free his cock from his underwear.

“Pull your panties down,” he growled as he fumbled with his shorts.

Head spinning, you obeyed, biting down on your lip as you willed your injured arm to cooperate. You managed to kick the fabric off and returned to your former position, sticking your ass out for him. The ache between your legs was becoming vicious—nearly painful. You were half-tempted to finish with your own hand, but before you could, Ben aligned himself with you, dragging his cock back and forth over your cunt before pushing inside.

A low groan rumbled in his throat as he rocked his hips slowly, his hand migrating to grab your hip. His lips seared your skin as they moved down your neck, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses. “Fuck, I missed you.” His words were soft but powerful—like butterfly wings beating through the air. Coupled with his steady thrusts, you couldn’t help but wonder what meaning he had assigned to them.

“I missed you, too,” you said, twisting your neck to see him. With eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, he looked like an incarnation of divinity. Your heart flipped in your chest.

Mustering up all of your strength, you reached up and cupped his face, fingers grazing his cheekbone. A familiar feeling clawed its way to the forefront of your mind, a feeling you didn’t dare say aloud—let alone right now.

Just then, Ben’s eyes fluttered open. You shoved the thought back into the depths of your mind. Darkness consumed his brown irises, but his gaze was soft. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” he muttered before pressing his lips against yours.

As he kissed you, his fingers returned to their previous work, igniting the fire in your belly once more. You moaned into his mouth at the sensation, relishing how your skin buzzed as he fucked you slowly.

Long, soft breaths left your lips, and as he added pressure to your desperate clit, the blinding white light of ecstasy pierced your vision—distant, but clear. You chased it, your heart hammering against your ribs as it drew closer. “Don’t stop, I’m so close–”

Ben’s pace quickened as he neared his own high, pinning you against his chest. “I won’t baby—shit, you’re so fucking tight.”

Within you, the coil snapped. Your body was alight with pleasure, head rolling back into Ben’s chest as waves of bliss rolled through you. Endorphins flooded the blank space of your mind, staining your vision with vibrant colors. His breath grew ragged as he continued to fuck you, his thrusts becoming uneven as you clenched around his cock, sending him over the edge.

He buried his face in your neck as he came, obscenities tumbling from his lips as ecstasy ripped through him. Still riding the aftershocks of euphoria, your body pulsed as he peppered kisses along your shoulder, his cock twitching inside you. Your ragged breaths mixed with his as the two of you laid there, swimming in pure satisfaction.

You wrapped your fingers around his hand that was resting on your chest, squeezing it as you whispered, “I don’t know what I would do without you, either.”

“Hmm?” By the tone of his response, it didn’t seem like he had misheard you, but rather that he didn’t understand what you meant.

As he tucked himself back into his underwear, you rolled onto your other side, wincing as you crushed your arm into the mattress. “I mean, I wouldn’t be here still if it weren’t for you.”

He chuckled. Through the darkness, you could make out the small smile on his lips. “Don’t give me all the credit. All I did was break you out.”

You scoffed. “Let’s not act like I would’ve been able to find a way off of that planet alone.”

“Fine, I’ll give you that much,” he said with a sigh. “All the more reason for me to teach you the basics of flying.”

Excitement and trepidation bubbled in your stomach at the thought of piloting a ship. A massive hunk of metal with the ability to take you anywhere you wanted, completely at your will. There was no denying the allure of possessing those skills.

“Are you sure you want to take on a student like me?”

He sighed. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

Like clockwork, Ben wrapped his arms around your back, pinning you against his chest. Finally, between the feeling of being in his arms and the steady thump of his heart, sleep carried you away.

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TFA Invasive back and ready for more!

I'm gonna address it back point for point so here goes!

First, yes, the lil guy is their eldest from a litter; there were three others in it. The others are in the back with Ratchet, enjoying nap time, their eldest is just a little spoiled and prefers napping to the sound of his sire's or carrier's spark thrum. Optimus and Megatron have had a couple of broods by now, at least three and they're working on a fourth. An abandoned airfield outside of Detroit has been fully taken over as a nursery/playground area for the flight frame babies.

The cross pairings are so fun! I love the concept too in the invasive AU and it also works with how I like to smash things together. As for Bulkhead, he's got two of his own, one from Prowl and one from Bee; he carried both. Both bitties are grounder types, with one patting jeep pictures and the other staring with interest at work vans and trucks. Otherwise, he's just not that interested in producing more and is more content with being a teacher and big brother figure to the various broods. And yes, the Blitzbee babies were twins; Bee got his horns a little twisted for that but Blitz forgave him after enough pampering.

Lockdown is totally interested in another sparkling or two from Prowl, once he gets a little more settled down and has his work orders handled. Prowl and Bee only had enough interest for the one bittie but coparent rather well otherwise.

Once it's known that they're alive and on a budding colony world, Drift totally shows up to their base with a Cyberrose in his teeth (or whatever the romantic equivalent is for Cybertronians). He and Ratchet disappear for a while and eventually show up with just the one tiny little bittie. He's already got Ratchet's annoyed face down pat and with Drift's colors so there's no question about his parents at all. Ratchet also makes it very clear this is the *last one Drift*, he's serious!

Can't find Wreck-Gar? Follow the sounds of excited laughter, 9/10 you'll find him either being a bittie jungle gym or in the middle of an art class (planned or random) with a small herd of excited bitties copying what he does with random stuff.

For the Constructicons, it's a little of both? The Earth made ones are kinda just, there, helping out and eventually the Decepticon ones make their way over and like, adopt in the two newest brothers. Now, time to get to *work* on establishing a more proper base!

And actually, yeah, with Archa 7, ish. It was still Sentinel's idea to go to it, following the old reports of a downed Decepticon exploration ship that was supposed to still be full of supplies and materials for possible colonization. He had convinced the other two to come with him on the idea to see if they couldn't get a colony world started since Archa 7 sounded perfect for it. They didn't know about the spiders until they basically fell into the main nest and the events sort of still follow canon from there. Sentinel's also not so much of an asshole here; when he finds out Optimus is still alive, he commandeers the Steelhaven to go to him; he might be panic puking into a bag the whole time at the idea of going to another organic world but he's still on his way!

Oh actually, to me Sumdac still does have his tech empire. Instead of harvesting Megatron's ruined body for tech, here he came across one of the energon convertors and pulled it apart out of curiosity. Prowl caught him at it and chased him away, but Isaac still kept coming back and eventually, slowly they built up something of a friendship between himself and the team. Especially when he helped them get supplies in exchange for examples of their tech or being allowed to examine it under careful watch. This allowed him to still become a tech giant, just in a different way. Coin flip on if Sari is here though, I'm honestly not decided on that.

Oh Starscream has both. The mountain nest is for when the bitties are still in eggs or fresh hatched, so they can be kept safe and hidden. When they're big enough to be able to start defending themselves, he moves them to the tower nest so they can start adapting to the outside world more.

Yes to all of that with Strika and Lugnut. Just, yes to all of it.

OOooh yes, they're here and ready to mingle! Megatron might have also put the call out to any interested Decepticons about the new colony world and who would be the first to answer? Why, no other than the DJD of course!

Answers and responses again under the cut because it’s a long one!

1. I love that for them. I love them having 3-eventually-4 broods of little babies. Megatron’s got a whole ass helicopter flock and it’s all his own bitties :’)

2. I love all of this, all of it. Coparenting is so good—I love that Cybertronian colonies, at least in the early stages, everyone kinda helps out with the babies. Make for a much more an enriching, safe life for the little ones. I wanna name and develop every single one of them 🥺 Bulkhead is probably such a warm, sweet carrier

3. Yes. Good. Lockdown looks terrifying and that’s why no one messes with him or his kids XD we could also throw in Fracture from rid2015 👀 purple bounty hunter con. Swinlock baby? 👀👀

4. PFFFFFFFFFT- just. Drift sliding in with a spotlight and a rose like Hiiiiii Ratchet~ 😏 and the medic just SIGHS because ‘I told you, last time was the last time!’ To which Drift responds with, ‘uh huh uh huh sure, now get over here and spike me 👀’. Ratchet doesn’t protest, obviously

5. Wreck-Gar is too good for this world 🥺🥺 he’s such a sweetie! There’s not a single kid in the colony he hasn’t won over, even the grumpy Dratchet bitty

6. Ohhhh, ok. So there’s like, the original Devestator gestalt (constructiprowl, anyone? 👀 I’ve never really thought about them for TFA, but if any Prowl deserves a harem it’s probably TFA Prowl, lbr) and also the earthborn constructicons? How did that happen? The Allspark is still where it belongs within the Well, since there’s no reason they ever would have yeeted it into deepspace, so 👀 mysterious!

7. F in chat for Sentinel please. Never thought I’d say those words, but hey, if he’s not a total jerkwad here maybe he’ll be bearable. I like to imagine he comes to check in Optimus, lectures him for not checking in and being reckless and for Primus Sake don’t scare me like that, then immediately holes himself back up in his ship like 😶 cuz organics are Scary. Does he actually stick around on this colony? Probably not, but maybe one of the neighboring planets might be useful. Perhaps he’ll just go scout those out, yeah, yeah…

8. Hmmmm yeah, I can work with that. Cybertronians are usually super protective and aggressive if they think their young are in danger, so Sunday is definitely flirting with death while he’s actively robbing them 😂 as for Sari, absolutely not. There is no way I’m making Megatron suffer having one of his unborn protocol stolen and then mutated into a techno-organic. There is no room for angst in this AU

9. EVEN BETTR :D is he still a lone seeker, or can we twist it and say his trine is still alive and well? He deserves to be loved 🥺

10. Listen. LISTEN. Cyberverse gave us the perfect candidates. Remember when Clobber was revealed and everyone thought she was a gender bent Lugnut? And we were all cheering for lesbian cons because Alpha Strike is literally just cyberverse Strika? But then they changed their names on us because we can’t have nice things? Yeah, same. So Clobber and Alpha Strike are their twin daughters because this is how I’m coping

11. THE DJD? HELLO???? One, I love the DJD so, Kaon is my favorite. But why is there a DJD in this AU? There’s no war and Megatron doesn’t really need a team of handpicked assassins. Are they more colony scouts/early settlers to put down roots? Traveling merchants? Megatron’s harem (don’t look at me like that, Tarn is completely obsessed with him)? So many options!

Side note anon idk if you’ll read this but I’ve genuinely been enjoying this so much I kinda really wanna write fic about it 👉👈 idk if you’d be interested, but I’d love to collaborate and talk about it more in depth. Rn we’ve got so many good ideas flowing but they’re all crammed together so developing individual little pieces is difficult. If you’d ever wanna collab and work on more story development together, please do me! You can reach me on tumblr or on discord 💖

#cybertronians are an invasive species #TFA edition

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deadlysoupy · 3 months

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I'm gonna be honest I can't actually remember if I already sent in an ask BUT: 📽🤖

you're all good dw babygirl!!! also haii 🙂

📽- What was your first TF series?

tfa! watched it back in... 2020 possibly? back when i still had access to instagram an edit dragged me into it (it was about bumblebee. who could have guessed lmao). i really liked the show for implementing this self-made man idea instead of starting from the top of the Earth team. the bond they have with each other is still one of the most tight-knitted in my opinion and i love remembering it, i save it when i really miss it so it doesn't get boring or old

🤖- What got you into TF?

in a more recent sense - Earthspark. i was never exposed to transformers in my youth (except for Bayverse movies but i could barely remember them and didn't care enough. not many bright colours scoff), so i'm very fresh to them in general. but Earthspark intrigued me a lot and i really needed a soft show to replace some i've lost that year, so it came in at the perfect time and i've never regretted watching it

#haaai ari hai 💕❤#asks

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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year

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Chris looks amazing as always in that fresh baked still from TFA but all I can think about is how dehydrated he must have been for that whole scene… one of the reasons why I love the tank top scene with Natasha in TWS and Chris’s whole look in Red Sea Diving Resort, he doesn’t look like someone put him in an air fryer. I want him hydrated!!!!

I totally feel you! Like, he looks great in both, but I know one is perfectly constructed and unrealistic, while the other is more realistic (not perfectly realistic though, of course, he's still a celebrity with all the time and resources available to him to get into that shape.) That thought is always in the back of my mind.

Chris looks way closer to Ari every day as opposed to Steve because, exactly, he has to drink water and eat and be a human being! The Steve physique--while very delicious--isn't maintainable. To each their own though. Whatever floats your boat lol

Anyway, when you sent this in and I read it, this is all I could picture 💀💀

#asks #chris evans #ari levinson #steve rogers #pick your evans: juicy or crispy #and yes #the horrible standards of beauty and fitness and hollywood-ness are terrible and unhealthy and not real #but im allowed to meme

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deewithani · 1 year

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So, the Ahsoka trailer...

How much of the OG Thrawn trilogy do you think they're adapting?

Thrawn trilogy spoilers and ST theory below.

This is a 🦇💩 theory that I've had for a while that I put on the back burner until I read the Thrawn trilogy (and until today when the new trailer seemed to confirm a loose connection with it).

Specifically, how much of the clone storyline?

I should note here that I read the trilogy a few months ago and didn't know much about it going in, so much of it is still fresh.

I'm not specifically talking about cloned Jedi (although I'm throwing my 🦇💩 theory out here right now that the blonde woman with the orange lightsaber is a Luke clone).

What I'm really wondering about is the cloning of a new army, and how that relates to the rise of the First Order.

Something always stuck out to me as odd in the ST. In TFA, Finn is admonished by Captain Phasma when she sees that he's removed his helmet. "Who gave you permission to remove that helmet?"

I didn't think too much of it at the time, there was a question hanging in the air about how the First Order had risen so quickly. One thing that stood out to me in the movies was the size of the Final Order fleet on Exegol. One of the comics explained how those ships came to be built, but nothing about who staffed them.

That was an awful lot of ships. They would have required a lot of people to man them.

We also know that Exegol had cloning facilities, prior to the fall of the Empire.

Finn was abducted as a child. As far as we know, most of the rest of the First Order was, too. Lando Calrissian's daughter Kadara was abducted, as well (although currently we don't know if her abduction is related to Finn's, there's apparently a deleted scene that references abductions of Rebel leaders' children, including Kadara, by the First Order).

So we know the First Order kidnapped kids, but that's an awful lot of kids for no one to sound the alarm.

The answer? Cloning.

We have to forget what we know about cloning in Star Wars. That was the Kaminoan's process. The Empire wasn't trying to clone millions of Palpatine clones. They weren't limited to the agreement with Kamino. They had the hardware and knowledge to make as many different clones of as many different people as they wanted.

In the Thrawn trilogy, there is a mix of clones for military purposes and clones who were one-offs of their template.

I think the majority the First Order is clones. Maybe it was 100, or 1,000 clones of each kidnapped child, but it's enough that removing their helmets is a big no-no.

So is Finn a clone? He apparently has memories of being abducted, but so do all the others. What's not clear in current canon, however is in Legends is that quickly grown clones (~1 year to adulthood) are trained by memory imprints from their template. Additionally, when he was a cadet he was a member of "Batch Eight" during his training.

Things that make you go 🤔

#star wars #thrawn trilogy #ahsoka show #sequel trilogy

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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Thank you for helping put words to my grievances! I was super excited about the Loki series. First two episodes were good mostly, then it became a mess. Loki, typically a guarded sort, is following Sylvie around like a lovestruck lost puppy in no time flat. If they wanted selfcest that bad why not just have Loki and President Loki get married or something?? It'd make rhe same amount of sense! All for crappy writing and directors who want to make something they like rather than following Canon characterization.

I liked the Star Wars TFA. I hated the next two movies for similar issues in the writing. It's infuriating.

Hey I liked TFA too! Damn, I still remember that night in the theatre. People of all ages, a father humming the imperial march to his 10yo son sitting beside him, people re-watching the trailer on their phones waiting for the movie to start, the cheers when Rey and Finn escaped Jakku, when Han and Chewie arrived in the Falcon... oh man, good times.

Sorry, went on a tangent there 😂😂 I had so much fun that night.

[As an aside, how pathetic it was that they tried to emulate Rey and Kylo's fight in Ep8 when they had Loki and Sylvie killing the time keepers... TLJ might have been bad but that scene was perfect and in the Loki series it came nowhere near, nice try but nope!]

Back to Loki, isn't it funny that I've seen so many people who didn't like the series mention that President!Loki felt like a breath of fresh air in an otherwise dull show? I swear when he showed up the first thought that crossed my mind was "wait, is that MCU Loki? He sounds like him!". My excitement was off the charts, I thought maybe they would make them talk and he would narrate his life to TVA's Loki who would see that Mobius had lied to him, he would find out about all the good and heroic things he had done, that he had died saving his brother's life...

... but what we got was all the Loki's betraying each other for uh, reasons.

The first two eps were bearable, yes. A little too manipulative and abusive but they could have worked if Mobius had apologized and admitted he had lied to Loki. But once Sylvie was introduced... the focus shifted to her.

And at this point let me finish with ask with this wonderful post comparing Loki to a lamp 😂

#loki negativity

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earthstellar · 2 years

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I can’t believe we got a Kup design for TFP, which was basically a re-deco of WFC Ironhide, and I don’t think it was used for anything aside from an RID figure in like 2012

that having been said, WFC/TFP Kup would probably not have been super kid-friendly, thinking in terms of the general target demographic/TV audience for TFP, lmao

notice how they kept the facemask on him, possibly to help justify why he isn’t constantly chewing on a cigar in this continuity LOL

I don’t really think the WFC Ironhide design works that well when re-deco’d for Kup, but then, I’m so used to him being a grey-green-teal cygar chomping rectangle of a bot that I fully admit anything else is jarring to me, lmao

also the specific shade of green is a bit weird to me; I like green on most bots that feature it as a primary paint colour, and TFP Bulkhead’s green works great, but idk, the green they used here just seems a little bit too lime-coloured?

it just seems like a very bright tone when accented with the light metallic silver, and that doesn’t really read as “old beat up bot” to me; it seems a little too fresh or clean, if that makes sense???? maybe if they covered him in superficial battle damage like scratches on his armour etc. it would fit a little better for the character. it just reads as young to me, for some reason. (and the faceplate is very G1 Wheeljack-like, which is also a little jarring, although I like the way it’s applied on the actual face model here with the angles carrying up into the optics which then lines up with the helmet centrepiece. it just doesn’t read as Kup to me, either.)

but then, TFP somehow never really had a solid toy line, so IDK I feel like Hasbro really screwed the Aligned Continuity in general when it came to figures. still blows my mind that we somehow never really got a full, complete line up of the basic main character bots.

the sun has gone down, so here’s where I rant briefly about TFP’s comparatively shitty toy releases lmao

especially as there is absolutely a good number of people who would love a TFP release of figures, like holy shit, how did THIS show not get a strong toy line???? it’s so bizarre to me lmao

like TFA had some great figures (Shockwave/Longarm in particular was cool as hell) and Cyberverse had some really killer ones too (I really like the Grimlock design from that lineup) but they just dropped the ball with TFP/Aligned designs/figures

not even gonna talk about RID because I’m still pissed off about so much of that content lmao, I just think about how they made Bumblebee a dipshit bigoted cop in that series and I physically recoil away from anything produced under that whole branding line altogether lmao, god dammit :(

people are losing their shit right now over the RED Series Knockout figure, which looks pretty screen-accurate and it’s fucking incredible, and it’s like, whyyyyy did they not do this kind of thing with TFP/Aligned designs to begin with, why are they only just testing the waters right now like a decade or more later??? please Hasbro, let us have this lmao

ANYWAY, BACK TO KUP

I’m not intentionally trying to be down on the TFP Kup design or anything, it just doesn’t read as Kup to me all that much. hard to pin it down, but I think it comes down mostly to the overall design just deviating perhaps a bit too much from what made Kup visually distinct from others (I get that he’s a re-deco here, but was the Ironhide model the most appropriate to re-deco into Kup? I’m not sure, there were so few overall figures for this line that options were limited, sigh...) and the fact that his paint tones and overall vibe just doesn’t read as an old, war-hardened, beat up gruff guy to me.

IDK this is probably just down to individual interpretation, but let me know what y’all think, I’d be interested to hear if anyone feels like this design works for Kup’s character within the context of the general WFC/Aligned Continuity designs or not! :)

that having been said, where’s my TFP episode where Kup shows up, immediately starts trashing shit with Wheeljack and Bulkhead, fifteen minutes later Miko’s asking Ratchet what a “cy-gar” is and he finally loses his shit alongside Ultra Magnus who was already begging Optimus to make it stop, lmao

#tfp kup #kup #transformers #maccadam #long post #tfp #transformers prime

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spark-gem · 2 years

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Day 6. Museum Date (TFA Optimus Prime)

I looked up actual museums in Detroit for this with some creative liberty since it's 50 years in the future.

It had been a while since Optimus and Carmen had been on a date. Most of them were actually just stay-at-home dates with them talking about their day, both too tired to deal with going to another location what with their full-time jobs as a protector of the city and employee of an influential company.

But it was time for a breath of fresh so Carmen planned out a date she thought they'd both enjoy.

"I'm glad Ratchet's holo form chip is working okay." She oogled the man in front of her with a stupid grin. Granted she would've done it in his original form regardless, but Optimus wanted to avoid any sort of attention from the public today.

"How do I look? I admit I don't understand human aesthetics that much." Optimus asked as he pulled at his letterman jacket. He was still tall compared to her but Carmen got on her toes to peck his cheek. "Handsome. Shall we?' She offered her hand for him to hold.

Fingers intertwined, they entered the museum building. It was an automobile museum but it had a few exhibits on the cultural significance of technology on Detroit's population. There was also a small cafe area and a resting garden with recycled parts to create statues.

"Professor Sumdac mentioned Detroit being an automobile city but I had no idea it had such embeddings in the commercial industry," Optimus said as they looked at some fancy vintage models. Carmen merely nodded her head.

"I only know of the 2 major companies. Ford and General Motors."

"Ford as in Henry Ford right?"

"Yes, he's credited as the father of the American automobile industry," Carmen said.

"What about General Motors?"

"I know nothing about the company, other than my dad's family being loyal employees and consumers." She admitted. Optimus looking over the GM exhibit.

"Well, I guess you get to learn something now."

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"Oh, man!" Carmen stated loudly, startling Optimus. "I totally forgot about the T-model!" Optimus looked at her in confusion.

"The T-model?" He asked cautiously. It just earned him a mischievous smile.

"I want to see your reaction to the first car model sold and produced in Detroit." He eyed the human woman in suspicion now.

"You purposely waited to do this didn't you?" He only got a smile as she led Optimus to the area.

"I won't have much of a reaction. The other models were nice so I don't see how this one will be any different." He paused when he saw it, the old rinky-dink model that a family was posing with.

"This looks.....ancient.....and severely unsafe." He asked once the family left. Carmen just continued to grin as her boyfriend analyzed the old and clearly run-down model.

"It couldn't get far. You'd have to hand-crank the engine."

"Hand crank the engine?!" Carmen laughed at his astonishment, this was why she wanted to introduce the model to him. It must look significantly inferior to transport vehicles back on Cybertron. However, she was surprised that he looked impressed, if not still a bit thrown off.

"Still, it's impressive that humans made these advancements and you're still going." He commented before getting up from his kneeled position. "Anything else you've been hiding?" Carmen grinned.

"Nope. C'mon, let's take a look around some more."

#carmen #fofebruary #fofebruary2022 #self ship #self insert #tf #transformers #tfa #transformers animated #tfa optimus #optimus prime

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my-writings-and-musings · 4 years

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Could you perphaps do hc for Blitzwings reaction to his tiiny human S/O being hurt because the Autobots accidentally collapsed something on them in a fight because they didn't know they were there

I'm not quite as knowledgeable on TFA but I did a crash course and rewatched some of my favorite bits so I hope this fits what you had in mind!

·The size of all earth life respective to Cybertronians means that, even when absolute care is maintained by all, the odds of a nearby human staying safe are far from optimal when bots fight. This is a reality Blitzwing has had to consider carefully since bringing you into his life. Generally his solution has been to keep you as far away from his "work" as physically possible, but unfortunately enough for him, it occasionally tracks him to you. All he can do when that happens one day is insist you take cover in a nearby abandoned building while he goes on the attack. You heed him without question despite your worry for his safety, knowing that he tends to fight less effectively when stressed due to his personalities clashing, and also because his stories about "Autobots" paint a very brutal picture...

·The Autobots outnumber him as they move in, their goal being to drive him away from what they presume to be a human endangering mission, but it's quite obvious who has the advantage once things get started. You can soon hear him holding his own even from your little hiding spot, the roar of battle shaking the very ground beneath your feet, and a thick accent returning combat banter with ease. The Autobots may just be trying to guide the triple changer outside of civilization, but they still end up being driven back themselves quite swiftly, though they of course are unaware it's because he won't be leaving while you are in cover. He's hardly reveling in victory while holding his ground, as frankly he just wants to get this over with and return to you, for what was supposed to be an enjoyable day in this deserted area of the city... His Hothead self boils in rage at having lost precious time, which results in him focusing everything on driving the meddlesome Autobots into retreat as aggressively as possible. You're more than worth letting enemies get away just this once, but he fully intends on leaving them with a few scars for the trouble.

·The strategy appears to work, at least from your perspective, in that their responding attacks start to become more focused on distraction than corralling. He's told you enough about combat for you to recognize suppressive fire as the typical tactic of those seeking to retreat, and you find yourself sighing in relief from your crawlspace, hearing the blaster fire grow less frequent with every passing second. Being more or less ambivalent to the Autobots means that just seeing them leave is the ideal ending for you. Blitzwing gladly notes their impending escape with a touch of pride at having saved his tiny partner, ignoring that the Autobots are probably only giving up so easily because they've come to the baffling and somewhat accurate conclusion he's not here for anything malicious. There's scattered talk of establishing a perimeter to keep him from trying anything where humans actually live, but it's fading quickly as the team prepares an obvious final retreat.

·Blitzwing so delighted to be saving you that he'll smoothly alternate personalities to let them have a turn at the feeling, or at least, what each considers to be the feeling of victory. The thought of being your savior is appealing to all of them if he's quite honest, and admittedly he can't wait to gloat on his rescue to you in person. Unfortunately, his happiness is cut short when the Autobots just so happen to include the building you're shielding yourself within amongst their final shots, unintentionally causing dilapidated supports to crumble under the gunfire they only unleashed to distract. You don't have time to run before things collapse all around you, but you do manage to catch a glimpse of his expression before everything goes dark, and the sight of his hand reaching in your direction is the last thing you see... His concern for the battle ceases in that instant. Your tiny body, so fragile and soft he'd teased you for your lack of armor every time he'd held you, was now beneath countless tons of rubble he might never clear away in time... if there was still any time.

·Confused Autobots are left gaping as he turns tail to start digging into the remains of the building in a frenzy. His personalities start to fight for control, and for those listening he becomes and endless loop of arguments with himself while digging for what can't actually be a human, right? Because it sounds like he mentioned the word human but that must be a mistake, certainly? But if there's even a chance... Programming to fight Decepticons clashes with oaths to protect organic life, and Optimus is forced to act and offer assistance to the panicked con, an offer that is initially met with threats before his desperation results in him caving to the reassurance that any human within is their responsibility to rescue. Only his love for you could lead to him accepting help from Autobots, but he's still much too worried to feel very self conscious, because each minute is far too precious to waste.

·You aren't entirely aware of your own survival. Though you can hear heavy movement from the outside of your little crawlspace, battered and barely conscious as you are, only the faintest hint of a shout heavily colored with a familiar accent gives you hope help is near. Servos capable of warping steel overturn literal tons of rubble with each swipe in his desperate hazes, resulting in boulders of debris flying in the wake of an impossibly determined Decepticon. The Autobot's calls for strategy and teamwork are only met with silence or threats; if the human in this rubble can't be recovered, then he'll make certain their body isn't alone. He ignores their resulting debate with Optimus over whether or not to continue assisting. All that matters is you, his unexpected treasure amongst the cold chaos, and his absolute refusal to lose you while there's still a flicker of his spark in existence.

·Light strikes your eyes without much warning as the rubble above you shifts, forcing you to flinch in your tiny space and cough as the dust irritates your lungs, which in accordance with your current luck sends a pang through probably broken ribs. The only silver lining to it all is that your noises create an immediate reaction up above. Increasingly clearer voices come as the window of light grows and boulders of debris trapping you in are removed, spurring you to cover your eyes as the final hunk of mortar is removed and you're blessed with a rush of cool, fresh air as the sunshine streams in. To your incredible surprise the gruff voice that speaks first to comfort you is not one you know. There's hardly time for your dizzy head to wrap itself around the phenomenon before large but gentle hands reach down to skillfully pluck you free, but the relief of being rescued doesn't last long, and trouble is brewing even before you discern the team of surprised and worried faces circling you as the Autobots.

·You're in the hands of the Autobot medic when Blitzwing sees you've been pulled, injured but alive, from the collapsed building. His joy at seeing you breathing is matched only by his terror to see you in the hands of his enemy, which quickly turns into far more usable rage as he jumps back into rescuing you from the threat that started everything. Shouts to unhand you are his only warning before a charge, one that's quickly called as a bluff when he refuses to risk your safety and skids to a halt before his enemies. The same medic holding you carefully in his hands stares down the much larger triple changer without a flinch, though the remaining bots encircle him protectively, warning him not to hurt this human in their ignorance. A standoff forms in the tense moments where Blitzwing borders on panic, alternating between threats and demands and barely disguised pleading for the return of the human whilst the bots remain steadfast in their assumed defense. It's only through sheer grumpy determination that the medic, who you learn in this moment is called "Ratchet", is able to briefly cut through the shouting and try to force an understanding, starting with the fact that if any of them care about human safety they'll let him give this one some much needed help. Unfortunately mutual distrust keeps both sides moments from launching a new attack.

·You're in no position to fight and free yourself from the ambulance turned robot holding you, but even as Blitzwing stands just ahead and looks to you with that helpless expression, you realize you don't think you need to. There's no aggression in the arms supporting your battered body, just the cautious concern of an expert. But you know your partner; he feels deeply, and once his emotions take off he struggles to listen to reason. Thus you decide to speak up and help Ratchet act as mediator, partly to be relieved of at least a bit of this pain, but also to get back to the mech who you know only wants to see you safe. The hardest part is keeping down a cough as you try to speak...

·Everything stops when the voice of a weak and battered human pipes up, silencing the still intermittent arguing and turning the attention of all gathered bots to them. Blitzwing drops the entirety of his aggressive stance once he focuses only on you, stepping closer only to be stopped by the rest of the still distrustful Autobots. Your gentle pleading for him to stay calm and hear them out stops a brawl from erupting once again, and also creates a wave of surprise amongst the Autobots; this Decepticon has befriended a human?! His Icy personality is colder and more in control than ever when he prompts the medic to lay out his plans for your care, followed by a warning that you will decide whether or not to accept it, and that if they attempt to force anything on you or take you away there will be no Autobots left on earth by the time he stops them.

·Ratchet is mercifully to the point when he explains that he merely wants to ensure there is no immediate danger from your injuries, and to provide some basic aid to tide you over until a human proffesional can assist. In the grip of rather considerable pain, you can't help but concede to the logic of the plan, looking to your partner so he can see the certainty in your eyes as you express your consent. Ever true to his word regarding you, the triple changer nods his own assent, but insists he will be by your side through it all. Ratchet is able to locate a more sheltered location nearby, and despite the complaints of his fellows agrees to render aid in private, with only his patient and the Decepticon in question to assist him. The distrust crackling through the air makes it quite difficult for you to be relieved at the prospect of medical attention.

·Blitzwing is there for you at every moment, letting your tiny hand squeeze his large servo as the medic patches you up, his dexterity surprising you almost as much as the human medical kit he carries "for the sake of a different human that frequently gets herself hurt". Every whimper of pain from you makes the Decepticon growl through his whispered comforts to you, and by the time the medic has the immediate damage bandaged and secure each of Blitzwing's three personalities has had a turn threatening the old medic. Ratchet doesn't even seem to mind as he strongly encourages you to head for a hospital while he finishes putting away his supplies. The rest of the Autobots leave with a tense and awkward parting (as well as a few murmured apologies) that includes a promise that this incident may change things for Blitzwing, should he be so inclined... An Icy expression only bids them farewell, and when the two of you are alone he finally holds you close, whispering a thousand apologies for failing to protect you from his war. Though you hardly feel prepared to understand a several million year conflict, you embrace him in return, able to take a moment to just appreciate being back with your love. The moment only ends when he, somewhat bashfully, asks what a hospital is and if you could more effectively be transported there via tank or jet?

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Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Three | And Between It All...

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Masterlist

Word count: 2.6k

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Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.

The watch on your wrist jolted you awake, alerting you that it was 0600. After a moment of wrestling the twill blanket off of you, you rubbed your eyes with the heel of your palms, willing yourself awake. Through the window, you could see that the night had not fully vanished yet, the clear sky still painted a dusky hue.

With Ben’s advice in mind, you had made a point to set your alarm early to allow yourself ample time to get to training, especially since today was scheduled to be the first day of “Force Training” with Master Skywalker, marking the completion of your first week at the Academy. Hopefully being early would put you back in his good graces and ensure a minimally terrible training experience.

The rough texture against the soles of your feet let you know that yesterday’s robes had never made it into the hamper, remaining a crumpled mess on the ground, blue stain peeking through the layers. You shuffled over to your dresser, pulling a fresh set from the creaky drawer. Donning the new robes, you cinched them tight around your middle, adjusting the material to fit your frame.

In the tiny mirror resting atop the drawers, you caught a glimpse of the tufts of tangles embedded in your hair, evidence of a good night’s rest. Opting for the same braid as the day before, you began working at the knots, hissing as the teeth of your comb tugged at your scalp. Once a cohesive braid had been woven, you pulled a few pieces out from the front, framing your face with tumbling strands.

You fumbled through your bag of personal belongings in hopes of locating the lip balm you had stowed away. You weren’t sure why you had brought it—the last thing a Jedi should care about is their appearance—but it was one of the few items you had taken with you the day you left. The thin metal tube grazed your fingertips and you snatched it, pulling the cap off and dragging the rosy balm across your lips, smacking them together as a finishing touch. Its pigment was subtle, made from the crushed petals of a Dantooine-native flower. You weren’t quite sure why you had gone out of your way to wear it today, but it raised your confidence just enough to prepare you for the day ahead.

As you walked your familiar path to the dining hall, you noticed an array of vibrant colors bleeding throughout the sky, rays of amber light spilling over a blush backdrop, a sharp contrast to the dark treeline beyond the campus. There was something so enthralling about sunrises. During harvest season, you spent many mornings under the rising sun, captivated by the unique display of light. This was the first sunrise you had witnessed at the Academy, having had slept through them the past week. Maybe this was a sign, one representing a new beginning for you here.

The training grounds were empty when you arrived, your watch face displaying 0642 as the current time. Surveying the area, you spot a makeshift bench made of what looked like bamboo poles laid across two rocks. Good enough, you thought as you carefully sat down, afraid that the bamboo’s integrity could be misleading and you’d fall right through it.

Sounds of various birds and insects buzzing and humming filled the crisp air, lulling you into a relaxed state as you closed your eyes, hoping to finally meditate. You had tried once before on Dantooine, but had little success with actually focusing on the Force. There had been a brief moment of synchrony in that attempt, feeling as if all of your senses had been amplified, sensitive to the most minute stimuli, until it disappeared a moment later. Every subsequent attempt to connect with the Force had been unsuccessful, yet you had faith that you would entwine with its energy once again.

Concentrating on the input of your senses, you absorbed your surroundings—from the chitter of wildlife, the waft of the damp grass, to the rising suns’ warm rays kissing your skin.

Abruptly, the presence of the suns was gone, leading you to believe that you were beginning to immerse yourself in the Force.

“I see that you took my advice.”

A spike of adrenaline flooded your veins, your eyes flying open to ascertain who had just interrupted you. It wasn’t long before your vision focused on the tall figure standing before you, blocking the sunlight’s path.

“What the fuck, Ben?!” you gasped, clutching your pounding chest. How long has he been here? you thought, now feeling self-conscious in your vulnerable state. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Ben laughed. “I’ll admit, I do have a bad habit of scaring the life out of you.”

You crossed your arms with a frown, playing up your anger to a level it wasn’t. Truthfully, you weren't sure how to respond, feeling as if your social skills had disintegrated in the presence of Ben.

“Yeah, w-well,” you stuttered, “friends don’t scare each other like that.”

“So, that makes us friends, right?” Ben cocked an eyebrow, a smile forming on his face.

“Don’t make me regret saying that,” you groaned, rolling your eyes to evade his intense gaze. Ben could hardly be classified as a friend, considering that most of the friends you had didn’t make your heart race the way he did. “Why are you here so early, anyways?”

He shifted his weight, his long legs folding into a crossed position as he sat in front of you, his eyes now leveled with yours. “I have a hard time staying asleep, so I always end up getting out here early,” he replied, his hands mindlessly tugging at the grass, breaking the blades between his fingers.

There was nothing to say that he was lying, given that this was his first morning back since your arrival. But even so, there was a hint of insincerity in his explanation.

“Have you tried asking Master Skywalker to import some juma juice? That should do the trick.”

A deep chuckle erupted from his throat. “Something tells me that he wouldn’t approve,” he said, shaking his head lightly. “But maybe I’ll track some down next time I’m off-world and give it a try.”

The air fell silent between the two of you, but not in a terribly uncomfortable way. The suns illuminated the two of you as you sat there—you, absentmindedly picking at your nails while Ben worried a few blades of grass between his fingertips, the green pigment slowly bleeding onto his skin. For someone who was a new addition to your life, you felt as if you had known Ben for a lifetime.

As it neared 0700, students began to trickle into the grounds, slowly turning the quiet cove into a bustling hub, one filled with conversation and laughter.

Master Skywalker was among these additions, surveying his apprentices from his position at the front of the group. His eyes found you, enthralled in conversation with his nephew, who dare he say, looked cheerful. He lingered on the two of you, a smile creeping up on his face.

Your conversation was interrupted by a voice booming over the lively group of students, indicating that training was starting.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all slept well,” Master Skywalker announced, causing a swarm of heads to turn at once.

A cacophony of voices returned his greeting, including yours. In the commotion, the Jedi Master’s gaze fixed on you, causing you to shift nervously on the bench. Ben noticed this in his periphery and glanced at you, an airy chuckle escaping through his nostrils before he returned his attention to his uncle.

“I’m going to be spending the morning with my newest apprentice, but I will be leading advanced and intermediate groups this afternoon and evening,” he explained, pacing back and forth slowly in front of the group. “Does that sound okay to everyone?” The group nodded in return, accepting this itinerary as if they really had a say.

At his uncle’s words, Ben turned to face you and mouthed a quiet ‘lucky you’. You shook your head dismissively, kicking your foot out to hit the sole of his boot.

“In the meantime, I want all of you to work on meditating this morning,” he continued, feet stopping at the center of the cohort. “Really focus on searching your feelings and embracing the Force. Try to absorb its energy as it surrounds you.”

You leaned forward to be closer to Ben, trying not to invade his personal space while trying to be discreet. “How exactly does one ‘absorb’ the Force?”

“Think of it like photosynthesis. Imagine that you’re a plant, absorbing the Force’s presence like sunlight and converting it into usable energy.” Ben whispered, his deep voice difficult to hear at times. “That energy is what powers our strength, our abilities.”

“I guess I’ve never thought of it like that,” you said, satisfied with the explanation. “I haven’t had much luck with harnessing the Force’s energy. Hopefully he’ll be able to help with that.”

It was true, you had only been able to use the Force a handful of times. The discovery of your Force-sensitivity had been recent, not allowing you much time to explore it.

“That’s kinda the whole reason why he’s here, silly. You’ll be a pro in no time.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Ben winked. “I’m always right.”

Could this really be the same Ben who sat with you during lunch yesterday? It seemed as if someone had replaced him with a more charming, confident clone of himself.

The students began to disperse, a silent signal for you to join them and begin your training.

“Well then, I guess I’ll see you later, Ben,” you said as you stood, making your way toward the Jedi Master.

“I’m counting on it.”

Leaves crunched beneath your feet as Master Skywalker led you through the forest, hiking to his preferred meditation spot. He was a bit ahead of you, leading the way through the array of trees, wind whipping their tall branches as you passed them.

The hike had been fairly quiet, both of you far too lost in your own thoughts to try to make conversation. But you didn’t really mind the silence. It allowed you to fully indulge your anxieties about the possible outcomes of today's training.

“What do you know about the Force?”

The question caught you off-guard, pulling you from the scenarios your mind was creating to fuel your nerves. A gnarled root protruding from the ground caused your footing to falter, but you caught yourself before slipping entirely.

“It’s a power that the Jedi have,” you said, clearing your throat as you gathered your thoughts so as to not sound unprepared. “You can control things without touching them, using your mind.”

The Jedi Master chuckled in response. “Okay, not a bad starting point.”

So much for not sounding unprepared. Though, what did he expect? Just weeks ago, the Force had been nothing more than a legend to you, a tale of glowing swords, Jedi Knights, and rulers of the galaxy bending it to their will. Now, you were engrossed in it, blindly stumbling in the dark as you tried to understand its ways.

“We’re almost there,” he said, nodding ahead at the clearing the two of you were approaching.

Nestled in the middle of the clearing was a narrow creek, the water glassy as it reflected beams of light, filling the space with the sound of the current rushing over stones. Upstream, there was a weathered ledge jutting over the stream, its slate surface visibly softened by years of rainfall running over it. Master Skywalker came to a stop beside it, resting his fingertips on the gray top.

“Sit here with your legs crossed.”

Heeding his instruction, you hoisted yourself onto the ledge and settled into a crisscross position. Gravel was scattered around the surface, some shards prodding you through your robes. You watched as the water rushed below you, awaiting further directions.

“The Force is not a power you have,” he began, circling you from behind the ledge. “It’s about the energy between all things. A tension and balance that binds the universe together.”

You nodded in response, digesting the information being given to you.

“Close your eyes.”

Following his order, you straightened your spine and closed your eyes. You felt Master Skywalker take your hands in his calloused ones, placing them on the rock’s surface on either side of you. “Breathe,” he said. “Just breathe. Reach out with your feelings. What do you see?”

You furrowed your brows in concentration, trying to conjure an image of the Force in your mind. A moment later it appeared, and it was… familiar. The Academy, seen as if you were a bird passing overhead, soaring above dense foliage of the forest and the pointed tops of the wooden structures that housed you. Images flashed through your mind, nearly hallucinatory, causing you to question if these were memories or your consciousness experiencing this firsthand.

The first thing you noticed was life—life surrounding you. You could sense yourself, as well as your classmates, chatting and laughing amongst themselves near the temple.

But that wasn’t all. You could also sense the flora and the creek’s inhabitants. Birds cawing overhead, insects buzzing below, and creatures that were too small to see with just your eyes alone. The overwhelming awareness of it all plunged you into something deeper, something so intense it felt as if you might drown. But that was impossible, because you were tied to this vitality as well.

There was another aspect as well: death. Decay, dead flesh, and rotting vegetation, all sinking into the soil beneath you, concealing bones and debris from the surface above. Despite the tonal shift, you sensed there was nothing to fear. Death and decay gave way to new life, nourishing the generation to come.

Warmth spread across your face from the suns above, not only heating your skin, but the rocks and the tumbling water beneath you as well. But there was coldness too, emanating from the darkest places of the Academy, where the land and seafloor could be one in the same. A mother fox huddled with her babies, sheltered and safe in a hidden cave. A predator who gnawed on the bloody entrails of an unfortunate creature. All of these sensations came to you in a single moment, flooding your senses for just that portion of time. You realized that this was just one beat out of trillions, a never-ending cycle that was too enormous to visualize. And between it all, there was–

“Balance,” you said, brows relaxing as the corners of your mouth turned upward into a smile. “An energy, a Force.”

“And within you?”

“That same Force.” You opened your eyes to find that the pebbles were no longer stagnant, but levitating around you.

“This is the lesson, that the Force does not belong to the Jedi,” he said, staring in awe at the floating stones as well. “It’s so much bigger than that.”

You understood now. Life and death, warmth and cold, peace and violence, light and dark. Each force opposing each other, but needing one another to be complete, to be balanced.

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