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spikezonebby · 5 months

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Hiii!! Can I request a gn!human reader song fic with the song Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan, with Tfp ratchet,

maybe some angst of ratchet realizing how frail his human is, and how he’s going to lose them eventually?

Everywhere, Everything - TFP!Ratchet/Human!GN!Reader

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Cybertronian protoform could score and dent, but ultimately all it took was a bit of filler and a bit of sanding to make it look as if nothing had happened. Organic flesh, though? Stitches, antiseptic, and time, then you’re still left with bumps, ridges, and discoloration that would take more pain yet to smooth away.

Ratchet had treated more than a few human wounds. Miko’s scraped knees, asphalt and gravel chunks in Jack’s hands, and the occasional bloody nose from Raf. You, though, could pinpoint the exact moment that the gears really started turning in Ratchet’s processor that things really, REALLY could be worse.

It was when Miko, in all her infinite wisdom, thought it would be fun to make everyone watch one of the Final Destination movies. The amount of car wreckages and graphic, often cartoonishly so, carnage wouldn’t be easy on anyone’s stomach or, uh… Fuel pump, in Bulkhead’s case. You had no idea Cybertronians could vomit but the floor behind the sofa has personal experience.

Bumblebee tapped out immediately after to ‘go on patrol,’ as Raf had translated. Arcee wasn’t really paying attention and was much more enthralled with watching Jack play with a language app on his phone, occasionally giving him hints and pointers. Miko ended up abandoning her movie to go and wrangle Bulkhead, and of course, Optimus had other things to attend to. Which left just you and Ratchet.

You were going to offer to go do something else with your guardian when the medic’s servo cups around you, scooting you against his thigh. And, well, it’s hard not to feel safe when you’re securely held like the world’s dumbest hamster between two different surfaces of warm living metal. You push yourself up on his thigh, laying yourself as flat against his plating as possible to catch his attention.

“Yes?” He tacks your name onto the end, but his optics are affixed to the screen and his expression has this pinched look of concentration.

“You okay, doc? You’re looking a little green around the gills.”

“What gills are you…” His optics finally flick down to you and it seems he registers the figure of speech. You love it when he gives you that funny, confused and exasperated look. He just looks so cute.

“I’m fine. Just thinking is all.”

Oh, there we go. There’s the dam breaking. You let him know you’re listening by looping your arm around his thumb and coaxing him to curl his digits loosely around you. His expression softens, especially when you press your cheek into the crux of his thumb and forefinger.

“How has your species survived when things like this,” He gestures to the screen with his off hand, “Can happen in the flicker of an optic?”

“The movie? Ratch, a lot of this is highly dramatized and takes astronomical amounts of bad luck.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say we’re brimming with good fortune around here.” Ratchet says with an audible grimace.

“Well,” You wrap your arms around his thumb, then press a kiss to his pad, “I still think I’m one very lucky human.”

It is then, that you fear, Ratchet was thinking about a little more than just how accident prone humans tend to be. He scoops you up in his servo and holds you to his chest until you’re close enough to his workbench for you to set him down.

Ratchet snorts a chuckle, but he doesn’t seem wholly convinced. His index finger comes around and gently strokes down your back as the medic bot becomes lost in thought once more. The movie ends and everyone who’s left– Just you two plus Arcee and Jack, really– Returns to their stations. Ratchet takes you with him back to the medbay so you can ‘help him test something.’

“M.E.C.H was certifiably insane but they knew what they were lacking.” Ratchet muses, knocking his knuckles against his own chassis, “Humans are soft, squishy, and vulnerable. Of course some kind of armor would be the logical choice. Not certain why your evolution hasn’t started developing something of that sort, you have animals that have done it already.”

“Probably because we’re not animals.” You point out, letting Ratchet go about taking tons and tons of tiny measurements with various rudimentary tools kept in the medbay, “Well, we are but not that kind of animal. And evolution takes millions of years of environmental pressures to stimulate. Instead of getting tougher, humans evolved to be smarter. Don’t have to protect yourself from a situation if you can avoid being in said situation to start with.”

Ratchet actually has to pause in his measuring to give you a long, weary look.

“Okay we you’ve seen evidence of this, Ratch. Example A, Miko and Raf.”

“Alright, alright.” Ratchet sighs, taking a seat at the workbench before you. “You have me there. I’m not giving up so easily though. There has to be something I can do.”

“Babe,” It’s your turn to sigh as you pat your hand against Ratchet’s forearm plating. “You’re like three degrees off of going full Shockwave, I can feel it.”

Ratchet sputters, “I am not! I actually have a medical license!”

“Ratchet,” You say his name as a fond, tired note that you mean with so much love, even if you know he might not listen to you. “Come down here for me, please.”

He’s still just a little offended by the Shockwave comment, but he leans down anyway, resting his weight on his arms so his face is level with you. Immediately you flatten your palms out on the white kibble on his cheeks. He leans into your hands, and you take the opportunity to bump your forehead– Or rather, your entire head– between his red chevron brows.

“Talk to me, doc.” You say, as his optics finally meet your gaze, “Where’s your head at?”

His expression screws up, like a kid that just licked a lemon, but you hold him there and you let him find his words.

“...I can’t be there all the time.” He begins, clipped and shamed. You don’t interrupt him. When he lifts his helm up and away from you, he doesn’t leave you entirely and instead cups you in both of his servos. “I hate the thought that something might happen to you and I won’t be there to save you.”

“Ratchet…”

“And we can’t just lock you up here with us! Primus, the kids need someone looking out for them while the others are off getting the slag beat out of them.”

“Ratch, I’ve been surviving most of my adult life on my own. I’m capable of getting myself out of a scrape.”

“That was before you got pulled into all of this war nonsense! And I wish Optimus would just listen to me when I say you would have been better off if you couldn’t prove we were real and then maybe the ‘Cons couldn’t find you.”

“...But then we wouldn’t be partners.”

Ratchet sighs, optics slipping shut as he tries to compose his thoughts. He shakes his helm.

“And I… I almost hate that thought more than seeing you hurt. Almost.”

You know he means it. You know how much he cares about you and what he’d sacrifice just for your sake. But he’s forgetting one vital thing.

“My feelings matter here too. And I can tell you with absolute certainty… My life is better, richer, with you guys in it.”

You reach up and coax your big medbot back down to you. He obliges, and you happily flatten yourself out against his cheek in a hug.

“I don’t ever wish not to be here, because then I know I’d lose one of the most important things in my life. You guys– Arcee, Bee, Bulk, Smokey, Optimus, you– are my family. And I can’t see myself anywhere but right by your side.”

Ratchet’s vocalizers make this low static rumble as he leans into you, cupping your tiny body against him in his servo.

“Gah, you’re sappy.” Ratchet grumbles, you just laugh.

“I mean it, though.”

“Yeah. I know you do.”

#transformers #transformers prime #request fill #reader insert #song fic #Transformers prime Ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet #tfp x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #thank you for requesting!!#god plz mobile dont fuck this one up #if you two characters have to kiss or say ilu to prove they love each other thats badly written romance #lovenotcomputed requests #dont mind me fucking up the readers gender and fixing it five seconds after posting

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sprout-fics · 11 months

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Rotes Mädchen Masterlist

(Werewolf! König x Red Riding Hood! Reader)

(Art by the lovely @zwienzixes)

Rating: PG-13 (Rating will change) Tags: Werewolf! Konig, Fairytale AU, Monster Hunters TF141, Witch Laswell, Traditional German Fairytale setting, Price x Reader if you squint, F! Reader, slow burn, Injury, Whump, Mystery, Folklore Warnings: Gore, Blood, and Explicit detail of injuries (Read on Ao3)

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You thought the woods were safe.

You hear the rumors, of the strange creature lurking in the forest, the thing with dripping red claws and snarling fangs. Mammoth, dangerous, primordial. He could swallow you whole.

Yet the thing you find is not a monster but a man, injured and weak, surrendering to your soothing hands offered in aid. Yet things in the woods are not always as they seem, and soon you begin to uncover the differences between monsters, men, and the creatures that lurk in the waning light of the full moon.

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (Final)

Fic Tag: Fic: Rotes Madchen

Bonus

Blood Moon (18+)

Claimed (18+)

Mating Bite

Good Boy

The Transformation

Sweet Tooth

The Captain (AU)

Taglist:

(To be added to the taglist, please reblog or reply to the most recent chapter with 'Taglist')

@writeforfandoms @zwiiicnziiix @soapskneebrace @tealikestoread @mikrou @atenceladusiaawfytbwb @kiroshang @adorephina @equalstrashflavoredtrash @dog55teeth @seraphimcollections @pettyprocrastination @borderlinecatboybehavior @warenai @moskaisley @nachtcirce @feelingnotmyself @lovenotcomputed @rk1v35 @kikisstrawberrie @emrzennn @montenegroisr @frazie99 @graybraids @ohgraywardens @tangerines-mustache @poohkie90 @arbesa-mind @glitterypirateduck @ihatethinkingofnames10 @josieguts @berryjuicyy @emmbny @merkitty49 @danisblog164 @trashedies @arael-asuka @angryvengeful @fake-id-69 @theallpowerfulrosami @ramadiiiisme @elsasshole @emrzennn @grimraindrop818 @hisa-plush @sukisprettyface

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#konig x reader #könig x reader #konig x you #könig x you #konig x y/n

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bugboioli23 · 3 months

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REPOST LMAO

Tumblr hates fun so here’s the post but censored 😔‼️

Hehe heyyy I colored this finally. It’s old art but @lovenotcomputed’s TFP Ultra Magnus ramble gave me the strength to get it out of my work in progress folder. Not my best but I hope you enjoy 🕷️💚

#transformers #buggyboi draws #valveplug #self insert #transformers x reader #transformers x human #size difference #they put me in penis jail #tfp ultra magnus x reader #tfp ultra magnus

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skelswritingcorner · 15 days

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Assistance to Focus (A First Aid x Reader Fic)

With the encouragement of @lovenotcomputed, I wrote this little thingy. If y'all can't tell, I love First Aid a lot.

A/N: This is technically a UA (Universe Alteration), as the characters are written to be closer to G1 heights. Therefore, characters like Ultra Magnus are 20 feet tall instead of 40.

Warnings: Mentions of autistic shutdown, G/T

It was always a struggle to begin tasks, from those that need to be done to those that you wanted to do. That was something you always hated about yourself, even if you knew it was due to your neurodivergent nature. You're sure that the others on the Lost Light noticed this. Unfortunately, you're pretty confident neurodivergence isn't a thing for Cybertronians, so they might not understand.

The only exception was Rung, the psychiatrist of the ship. "Perhaps you need someone to just... push you along to get started." he suggested, "I remember Ultra Magnus told me about that shutdown you had when you couldn't get started on those files, yes? Maybe doing them with someone else at the same time would be beneficial.”

Right. That was certainly a situation that led to several members of the Lost Light panicking because your head was on the desk and you were sobbing and hyperventilating for an hour, tugging at your hair to distract yourself. Ratchet had to make everyone leave the room and have you brought to your habsuite afterwards, and informed Ultra Magnus that you’d be resting for a cycle or two. At least you didn’t hit yourself with a heavy object.

“I understand that, but I don’t know who I’d do that with,” you glanced at the window, “I’m the smallest person on this ship, and I don’t know anyone else other than the ones I interact with the most as the liaison.”

Rung tapped his digits on his chair, “How about First Aid? From what I’ve heard, you two get along quite well.” Oh. Would be a good idea except for the tension you felt around him sometimes, given how your mind goes haywire around him. He is, however, one of the few people that could calm you down from those shutdowns, so it might be your only option.

You sighed in defeat, “If he agrees to it, then yeah.”

Rung nodded thoughtfully, “I’ll ask him if he’ll be alright with that. Is there anything else you want to talk about?” You shook your head. “Well then, until next time.”

You left Rung’s office, walking in the large expanse of hallways to get to your destination. Fortunately, while almost everyone is thrice your height (quite literally, mind you), it’s easy to maneuver around them with a little verbal warning. Because of that, it didn’t take long before you arrived at the medbay.

The doors opened, and you peeked your head before walking inside. There weren’t many people there right now, Ratchet was talking to Drift about… something you didn’t know anything about. First Aid was at the desk, working on medical reports from what you could tell. He shouldn’t be too busy, right?

“Y/N?” Oh, that must be Ratchet. He probably wanted to check on you, given what happened a few days ago.

“Yeah?” you looked up at the red mech.

Ratchet knelt down to address you, “Are you doing alright? I’m sure you’re still stressed from what happened. Are you sure you shouldn’t be resting still?”

You shook your head, “I usually just need a day to recover from a shutdown. I’ll be fine.”

Ratchet squinted, clearly doubting your words. “I doubt that just a day would be sufficient, but alright. Do you need something?”

“Uhh, it’s based on something Rung suggested. He suggested that I have someone else with me to help me get started on the task.” you explained.

“I see,” Ratchet curled his servo, tapping his chin in thought, “Is there someone specific you wanted to assist you?”

You paused, contemplating if you should tell Ratchet. Did he figure out the thoughts you get about First Aid? Ratchet did comment that your face was red the first time you saw him without his mouthpiece at Swerve’s bar, and asked if you were alright. You doubt he realized that the redness was due to you getting flustered. Drift walked up to Ratchet, whispering, “I think Y/N wants First Aid to help her.”

You heard all of it, jumping a little bit. Drift smirked, and Ratchet chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’ll ask him for you.” Ratchet walked to First Aid, exchanging a few words with him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t one you could hear from where you were.

First Aid walked up to you after grabbing some datapads, “Rung messaged me about it just before Ratchet told me, you want me to help you?” A nod was the only reply you gave. “I’ll bring you to a quiet place. I’ll bring some of the paperwork that I can do.” You nodded again, and First Aid helped set you on his shoulder.

The both of you walked to your habsuite, and you grabbed the datapad with the document you struggled to start reading last time. After grabbing a set of ear pods, you and First Aid went to his habsuite. Fortunately, his habsuite was close to your own, so it didn’t take long.

“Are you sure we should do that in your habsuite?” you asked, “Isn’t this meant to be a place for rest?”

“I-” First Aid stammered, “I didn’t know anywhere else that would be without distractions.”

That’s understandable. This ship is pretty hectic, after all. “Well then, let’s do this.'' The both of you walked to the desk in the habsuite, sitting down on the chair together.

First Aid had you situated in his lap, servo splayed slightly on your own as he prepared his set of datapads. Putting in your headphones on a low volume, you played instrumental music as you looked at the datapad you held in your hand. It’s just documents on Cybertonian anatomy, it should be fine. Not like you don’t know anything about robotics at all, everything’s going to be fine.

It took a bit to start, but after some time you began reading the document. It was a bit intimidating, but that’s what happens when you first learn stuff, it’s always a little scary in the beginning. It helped that First Aid was ghosting circles into your thigh, it was minimal enough that it didn’t hurt or distract.

After some time, you finished reading the document. It took some time, but you knew this was the shorter version. A more simple explanation of Cybertronian anatomy, with comparisons between the anatomy of a Cybertronian and the anatomy of a human.

There were no equivalents for some organs, but what made you curious was that reproductive organs weren’t mentioned. It makes sense, Cybertronians reproduce asexually. It wouldn’t make sense for them to have those parts, right?

“You’re done?” the voice from above asked. It sounded a little… clearer than usual? You looked up, seeing First Aid… without his mouthpiece?

“I was surprised, once you began you quickly got in some kind of zone.” First Aid chuckled, “It was fascinating.”

If it wasn’t obvious enough already, your face was heating up. Did he know how flustered you got that time at Swerve’s? Was he using that to get you worked up?

“I, uh, tend to hyperfocus.” you stammered, unconsciously beginning to bounce your leg.

First Aid let out a chuckle, “I’m just teasing you. At least you were able to read through the document without any signs of stress. I didn’t feel you bouncing your leg until now. The most you did was shake them a little.”

Wait, he noticed that?! Well, you were in his lap the whole time, so he likely noticed you stimming?

“Anyway,” his mouthpiece moved back into place, “you’re likely tired from this, right? I’ll bring you back to your habsuite.”

You nodded quickly, grabbing your things before letting First Aid pick you up. After he confirmed that you were ready, the both of you walked to your habsuite. After exchanging goodbyes, you walked into the habsuite.

First Aid walked away, stumbling into Rodimus. “Hello, Captain.”

“Spendin’ time with the tiny liaison?” Rodimus wiggled his optical ridges, implying a possibility of First Aid and the liaison doing something else.

“We’re literally in front of their room, they’re going to hear you.” First Aid mentioned. He knew that, even though the sound insulation for the organic habsuites are pretty good, Y/N’s hearing is pretty sensitive. They could be listening in.

“It’ll be fine,” Rodimus drawled out, “I made sure the best sound insulation is in those habsuites! When I found out that one of the liaisons has super sensitive audials that can’t be turned down, I made sure that theirs especially got the sound insulation.”

All of that made First Aid squint. “Yeah, right. I’m pretty confident Ultra Magnus was the one who had to do that.”

“Oi!”

“But am I wrong? I remember he’s the one who told us Medics about Y/N’s conditions.” First Aid tilted his helm.

Rodimus grumbled, “Ugh, nevermind! We can discuss what I wanted to tell you about at Swerve’s bar.”

First Aid shook his head, “No need. Liaison Y/N and I did not interface, Rodimus. That wouldn’t be professional. Besides, Y/N just joined last week. I doubt that would be enough time for them to feel comfortable doing that.”

“Right. Anyway, we can talk later at Swerve’s.” Rodimus left, leaving First Aid standing there. Guess he can return to the medbay now.

However, while he wouldn’t say it for now, First Aid is catching feelings for the human liaison. They haven’t been there for long, but Y/N has a fond spot in his spark. It’s simply too early to try flirting or being romantic. Sure, he did mess around a little bit to confirm if his face plate without the mask on made them flustered, and it did, but other than that it’s best to be slow.

#transformers x reader #first aid x reader #transformers first aid #idw first aid #transformers drift #transformers ratchet #transformers rodimus #transformers ultra magnus #sfw g/t #g/t #giant/tiny

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ikkosu · 27 days

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colored it!! gosh I made Roddy more ominous here 😭 @lovenotcomputed

#lost tides #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw

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callsign-relic · 7 days

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I bring u crumbs of content for this mf that won’t leave my brain (prowl)

After getting used to his attitude (and the way he expects you to follow his every command, no matter how menial), you almost tolerate being brought with him everywhere, including the longest, most boring meetings in the universe

He feels a pat on one digit, and looks down at you laying under his cupped servos.

“Permission to-“ you’re interrupted by a timely yawn- “sleep, sir?”

You’re looking up at him with expectant, tiny little organic optics that give the slightest tug on his spark. He nods silently before redirecting his attention to the meeting, but feels you burrow contentedly under his servos, and manages to resist the urge to glance back down when you wrap your arms around one thumb like a pillow.

(Aston-one-77, resident prowl hater)

OH MY GOSSSSHHH AAHHH

Obligatory tagging of my resident Prowl girlies @ikkosu @lovenotcomputed

But THIS IS SO SWEET. He’s entirely focused on his meeting above you, but still allows you to sleep peacefully within his massive, cupped servos. Maybe he even if lying rubs at your head or back with a finger— not because he enjoyed it, of course, it was only an opportunity for extra stimulation for his processor during the meeting. That was all. Certainly not to feel your soft skin giving under the tip of his digit. Not in the slightest…

#relic answers

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hiphoppitychopshop · 8 days

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@lovenotcomputed I SAW YOUR ASK AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT WHILST TRYING TO EDIT MY TEXT- SO I APOLOGIZE- however I remember the questionssss

4. Is there a popular pairing you don’t necessarily dislike but aren’t too invested in?

Not really- I enjoy all the pairings (that are acceptable) in every way- sometimes people just have a way with art and/or writing that makes you go “ZOOWEEMAMA” audibly.

14. Is there a character or ship you were so sure you’d never write/draw but now you’ve changed your mind?

PFFTTTTT I thought I was never gonna draw rodimus at one point. Being dead serious when I say, I told my friend I’d never touch that mech even with a 10 foot pencil- but then- the fics got to me and I just HAD to- now- he’s the only mech (beside Starscream) that I draw that comes out the way I want to >:)

#send asks #ask me anything #my art #my art blog #asks open

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 9 months

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From the Heart of a Nebula - Taglist

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pinkanonwrites · 10 days

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Hi pink!💚 I was thinking, how do you think Megatron feels about fairies? Pre or post war🤔, always lovely hearing from a wonderful scholar of fairies

Megatron in his prime (when he was still leader of the Decepticons) was DEFINITELY guilty of trying to capture and utilize fairy magic on more than one occasion. Only problem with that is that the constant warfare and battles was enough to have even the bravest fae retreating to the deepest corners of their home woods until shit simmered down, so it was damn near impossible for anyone to get their hands on fairy magic, let alone enough to conduct some serious warfare.

Even post-war, most fairies avoid Megatron like the plague. Even the ones who don't know exactly what he did and is capable of have heard stories, and they give him a noticeably wide berth. When other visitors of the palace of Nyon enter the gardens there's usually a titter of jingling bells, maybe even a prank or two. But with Megatron there's just this eerie silence. He puts on a stoic face, acts like the complete isolation doesn't bother him. Why would it? He has no interest in kowtowing to the whims of the temperamental fae.

But it still stings a little when he sees the pixies bullying Rodimus, or perching on Drift, or tugging at Minimus's hair and clothes, only for them to scatter the moment his presence is registered. He knows he has no right to feel bad, not after the things he's done, but it's deeply isolating.

#transformers #knightformers #tf au #megatron #lovenotcomputed #pink chat #maccadam

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pinkanonwrites · 17 days

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Hey bestie do u know any TF/mecha writers that are still around? We are very few and far in-between and I am STARVING

Ps... ty for ur Roddy content... i may not be fem but gah damn

Hi there, thank you so much! I have a few that come to mind right off the bat; @callsign-relic, @lovenotcomputed, @mychlapci, @archie-sunshine of course... It really depends on what you're looking for!

TF Fandom, if you're actively writing and posting your fics, please reblog this post or leave a little note/link in the comments!

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers fics #anon #pink chat #fic recs #links #maccadam

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skelswritingcorner · 28 days

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This is a gift for the wonderful @lovenotcomputed, based on the request that she fulfilled. Go check it out, it's wonderfully delicious writing!

Story below the cut because this is a long boi.

Words: 5408 (oopsies)

It hasn’t been long since that giant red… thing took you out of your little makeshift home in those dusty vents and put you in that box. It was pretty big for you, you could lay down with your limbs stretched out in the middle of it and you couldn’t touch the sides. Would’ve been nice if you had a blanket though.

And it would be nice if you weren’t constantly assaulted by bright lights. You could probably get some good sleep. The black-helmeted one with that weird eye thingy was always supervising you, writing on that translucent blue tablet and muttering in a language you didn’t understand. Frequently, the red one would come in and look at you, talk to the other one, then leave. It happened at least five times.

Perceptor observed the human as they sat in the ventilator chamber, writing notes on his datapad about their vitals and behaviors. He already checked the blood, there was no evidence of them having any sort of bacteria or virus. However, the human coughed several times. Whatever affliction the human has requires a scan of their vents. Probably best to go get one of the medics, either Ratchet or First Aid.

The door to the lab opened, and Rodimus walked in. Perceptor turned to the mech, who briskly walked to the ventilator with the human inside.

“So, is the human alright?” Rodimus asked, optics flickering between Perceptor and the human.

“The bloodwork showed no signs of any afflictions. However, the human likely has some kind of chronic condition that affects their vents.” Perceptor answered.

The captain winced. He already planned on keeping the human, but learning that the human has a chronic condition makes him feel more justified in adopting them. Someone needs to make sure they’re doing alright!

Perceptor looked back at the human, who was blankly staring from their ventilator. “I plan on asking Ratchet or First Aid to help do a more thorough checkup on the human, see if we can do a scan of their vents. We might need to sedate the human, based on their previous behavior.”

“Also,” Perceptor checked his datapad once more, “we need to get the human stuff they can eat. I doubt we currently have anything safe for them to consume right now.”

Rodimus’s optics widened, “Primus, I forgot! We’ll have to stop the ship somewhere that has supplies for humans. And the Lost Light isn’t exactly made with those their size in mind.”

“Correct.” Perceptor nodded, “I’ll open a comm link with First Aid, see if he has something that could be used for the human. I’m sure they might feel a bit cold.”

Rodimus nodded, “I’ll ask Swerve about what possible supplies we need, he knows a lot about human culture, more than anyone else on the ship.” He left the lab, leaving Perceptor alone with the human.

Perceptor leaned forward, noticing purple half-circles under the human’s optics. They must be exhausted. Guess the exams will need to be done another cycle.

He opened his comm link to First Aid, “First Aid, do we know if we have any human supplies on this ship? Something that could be used as a blanket? The presence in the ventilation system Rodimus was complaining about was a human. I put them in a ventilation chamber right now, but they might be too exhausted for any exams. I’ll tell you more once you get to my lab.”

“I’ll see if I find something.” First Aid replied. Now, all Perceptor had to do was wait. He cleaned around his lab, mostly as a way to keep his servos occupied.

After a bit of time, the door opened to First Aid holding a cloth in his servo. “I had to ask Ratchet since I don’t have experience with humans, but hopefully this should do.”

Perceptor nodded, opening the lid to the ventilation chamber “Hopefully, it will.”

First Aid walked up to the ventilator, placing the cloth down. They grabbed it with their smaller servos, tugging it. First Aid let go of the cloth. The human investigated it, then started setting it up in their temporary home.

“How long do you think you’ll leave the human in there?” First Aid turned to Perceptor.

Perceptor put a servo on his chin, “They’ve been in the vents for a long time, after they do a recharge I’ll see if we can make a temporary bed for them.”

“I’ll ask the Captains if we can make an emergency stop, then. Hopefully, we can get all the things necessary for the human to be comfortable. I’ll see you later.” First Aid left the laboratory with a wave.

Perceptor turned back to the human, closing the ventilator once more. “Rest now, little human.” he turned off the lights, then left the room.

A different red one came into view, holding something in their white hands that you recognized as some kind of cloth. The two talked for a bit, then the one that put you in the box in the first place opened up the top. Unfortunately, the opening was too high up for you to try and escape, so you waited for what was going to happen.

The white hand with red fingers lowered the bedding to you, which you grabbed with a small tug. After they let go, you investigated the bedding. No pillow, but it was a pretty large blanket. Turning to the two strange beings, you just nodded and started setting up the blanket in your little jail. As you were doing your thing, the two talked to each other.

After the red robot left, the black-helmeted one said some words to you. You didn’t recognize it, but after that they turned the light off and left the room. Guess this is a good time to sleep. Wrapping yourself in the blanket, you fell asleep.

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