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leaderofteamprime‌:

Optimus himself almost purred as the seeker reached up and pulled him closer. ‘That voice…’ he thought for a moment, but then the words registered and he met that challenge, leaning the last few inches to press his lips to those of the seeker.

His engine revved approvingly, and he pulled them closer, one servo cradling the back of their head, the other resting on their waist. He paid no mind to the sputtering councilor, or the growing attention of the crowd. He was entirely focused on the delicious lips of the seeker, and the warmth of them against him.

There was a small moment where Starscream squeaked, surprised or perhaps even the pull on his frame, which wouldn’t have occurred at all had he not been drunk && unbalanced due to the alcohol. Still, he melted into the perfect, mischievous little partner that would drive the crowd into meltdown.

He pressed his frame fully against the other, delicate but dangerous talons curling to keep a firm hold on his helm, while others looped effortlessly around one of Optimus’s arms. He carefully guided the Prime’s servo behind him, allowing it to rest comfortably against his lower back; the way he pressed into the kiss, however, indicated that perhaps that servo should slide a little lower.

Wings gave quiet little flutters behind him, then folded to give those that had the misfortune to be behind him a clear view of what caused the disturbance in the poor, disturbed councilor that was forced to bear witness to Optimus Prime smooching on Megatron’s true heir.

He hoped somebody was taking pictures.

#leaderofteamprime

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp faltered, and then, finally, nodded, helm still drooped. “….It… it’s not stupid, then? To.. to want to keep them? Even if they’re just for hurting me?” he asked, not quite getting it, even as he tried to understand.

And then his helm snapped up. “I… get my own room? I don’t have to stay in a cell?” A pause. “I… I promise I won’t run away, just… don’t chain me?”

He snorted back something akin to a snicker, arms crossed over his cockpit. “No, it’s not. Keeping them is quite a good idea. Though we will not be harming them or you. Understand?”

A flick of his wings, brows raising barely; then he turned, motioning for him to follow. “You won’t be chained or imprisoned. However, for your safety && ours in general, I would appreciate it if you didn’t leave the bunker without myself or Sunstorm. Preferably Sunstorm, since... I’m not well liked within the community.”

#skyvopp

skyvopp‌:

“…The trainers said my wings were dumb.” Skywarp answered, after a long moment of silence, his helm ducking then. “That I could space-hop, so I didn’t even need them.”

Another, still longer, pause, before he added, even more quietly, “….They said when I was ready for deployment, they were gonna take’em off. Don’t need wings. Never did. They’re stupid and in the way.”

“This is why we don’t listen to those outside of our frame class when they speak about our frames. They obviously had no idea what they were talking about && shouldn’t have been telling you what to do with your frame.”

He finished up cleaning the wings as best the situation allowed, && stepped around Skywarp’s frame. His optics watched curiously, then narrowed.

“You’re keeping them now, I’m afraid. They’re important. Regardless of what clueless grounders may have said. Now, are you quite ready to be assigned a room?”

#skyvopp

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skyvopp‌:

Skywarp thought about that, and then flinched automatically at the touch to his wings, starting to tremble just a little as he fought the urge to flatten and droop them.

“..Okay.” he answered, meekly. “They… they won’t hurt me.”

A pause, still trying to see what Starscream was doing. “…groom? Like… what you’re doing now?” he wanted to know. “My… my wings and wrists are fine though. Not… not even clamped no more.”

“The clamps were irrelevant.” He didn’t so much as pause his work, even after he was finished applying the medication, he kept touching && cleaning what he could without being too intrusive.

“Our wings are very important to us. We use them in everything that we do, && they should be properly cleaned && cared for. The fact that you’re so cautious && disconnected from them is concerning.”

#skyvopp

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp flinched, glanced up and then down again, the younger mech’s gaze dimming, and wings lowering on pure instinct.

“…what’s a therapist?” he asked, finally, his voice subdued, quiet even. “…They won’t hurt me, will they?”

A pause, and then, finally, the smaller Seeker complied, wings lifting, fanning out uncertainly, helm attempting to turn as far as it could go to see what was going on back there.

“Of course not. They’ll just work out any issues you may have. && work through the damage that the grounders inflicted upon you.”

Starscream had moved behind Skywarp, beginning the long process of treating his wings now. The touches were gentle && formal, nothing unnecessary in treating them. He did, however, speak again, “remind me to groom these at some point. They’re a mess. I’m not surprised, given you haven’t been around a flight model most likely. Or at least one that cared enough to keep them clean && polished properly.”

#skyvopp

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frozenspark‌:

“Then we stay.” Skyfire answered calmly, utterly certain. “I told you, Star- I came back, for you. I’m staying for as long as you want me to. We’ll make it work.”

A pause, then. “…You might be a… a Decepticon, but I’m not. No one is likely to remember me, either. I can use that. They’re still rebuilding, right? A shuttle-frame’s perfect for that kind of work, transporting and the like.”

He straightened a little, thoughts turning to what would be needed, determined to ensure that he could provide as much as possible for Starscream- and his trine?

“…Skywarp and…Sunstorm?”

What had happened to Thundercracker?

Another thought caught, demanded his attention. “…Nuclear core?”

“That raises problems as well. Sure, you could go help the Autobots rebuild the planet but Slipstream isn’t going to allow you to come && go as you please, all the time. Not without a meeting with her. && sure you could work in New Vos, but that puts us in danger. Slipstream wants me dead. She’s smart too. I’m sure you can see where this is going.”

He knew how paranoid that sounded. However, that didn’t make it untrue either, Slipstream was smart && he was being hunted by more than just the Autobots at this point. It didn’t stop his pacing either, perhaps made it worse. Skyfire was trying at least, && that was more than what Starscream could say for others.

“Yes, but don’t get excited. He’s not the same Skywarp as before; that one died.” There was a bitterness, but no sense of grief either. Their trining had been political at best. “Sunstorm doesn’t have a spark. He’s powered a nuclear core. Even the simplest of touches is enough to melt armor, fry wiring. He’s a walking, talking weapon of destruction. But he’s still trine.”

#frozenspark

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp stilled, at the words, helm tilting a moment in fresh confusion as he tried to figure out if it was a scolding or not; when no further, or sharper, words or actions came, wings resumed flicking and plating that had drawn in a little relaxed again, field responding tentatively, meshing with Starscream’s again after a moment of conscious effort.

“You…. you did the helm thing. And the… and the glow-feel-good thing.” he offered. “You took my… you took my cuffs off.” A pause, red optics lifting to Starscream’s again, searchingly. “You said you’d keep the grounders away.”

He didn’t understand the concept of trust, not really…. but the older jet had been nothing but patient, even with how stupid Skywarp was.

“….I- I like you.” he offered, finally, then. “You… you don’t care that I’m stupid, or disobedient.”

Another, slightly shorter, pause. “…I… I’ll say what they did. But…. they… they were just trying to raise me….”

“Don’t make excuses for them.” Another flick of his wings, the words && glance both stern && protective in their own right. A fury that wasn’t directed at the youngling’s own actions but at what had been done to him. “The things they did, I wouldn’t even do to an animal. && they will pay for it when the time is right.”

A lot of revenge was in order for every member of his trine at this point, why not add in some incompetent grounders for good measure.

“I should probably schedule you in for a therapist as well. Just finding one might be an issue, a war picks off those unable to defend themselves. && Decepticons weren’t exactly high-class medical persons. We’ll see.”

He finished the task && set aside the medication, folding it wings in a more relaxed position. “Spread your wings for me.”

#skyvopp

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skyvopp‌:

Skywarp still flinched, let out a slight sound of pain at the unfamiliar sting of the medication, red optics flickering up to Starscream’s faceplates and the young jet squirming. “….Hurts.” he whined, wings standing almost upright in his own alarm, flicking this way and that.

And then he was shuddering again. “What… what if they hurt me? You said you’re not gonna be in here. What if they lock the door, or tie me down, or tell me to show them my spark, or… or….”

He gave Starscream an utterly terrified look, again. “….Promise they won’t hurt me? Maybe…. maybe tell me what to say? Please… I don’t…. I don’t wanna be bad….”

“Don’t squirm. You’re braver && tougher than that,” Starscream spoke as gently as he could, finishing applying the medication to one wrist && move onto the next one. His optics cycled && he carefully brushed his slightly more steady && calmed EM field against Skywarp’s.

“Do you trust me, Skywarp? Do you think I would let anyone near you that would hurt you? I want you to know, not even a locked door could keep me from you if you needed me. Besides, as I said, I wouldn’t bring anyone here that would bring harm to you. You are safe so long as I function.”

He wouldn’t be like his carrier or sire. He would protect his young && make sure the things that happened to Starscream wouldn’t happen to Skywarp.

“I won’t tell you what to say but I will suggest you be truthful. Make sure to tell the medic what the grounders did to you as well, so the medic can fix you up properly. Understand?”

#skyvopp

@leaderofteamprime — cont.

It hadn’t been Optimus’s intention to get so overcharged, but the atmosphere of the party he had been convinced to attend was infectious. The fifth anniversary of the Cybertron’s reignition was a momentous occasion, and the mecha around him were seeing fit to make the celebrations ones that would either never be forgotten, or would be a very pleasant blur for the overindulgent.

He’d spotted the seeker not long after they had arrived, and found himself glancing their way more and more as he drank. Besides his long-standing attraction to that frame type, he could see they were especially so. After his third cube, he found himself near them, and he had loosened up enough to make a move.

“Might I say you are quite the lovely mecha,” he said, catching their attention. They were so lovely, in fact, he found himself leaning down and pressing a kiss to their cheek.

They could call this a Cybertronian party but the Seeker knew better; these were Autobots parading their wealth && mocking those unable to adapt. He wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the tweedle dee && tweedle dum that he called his trine, who had abandoned when they noticed a pretty speedster across the party hall.

&& no matter what his prickly EM field said, Starscream was fine with it. He had some grounder concoction that they promised would even get him overcharged, && after drowning his annoyance && loneliness in three, maybe they were right.

Buzzed && feisty, he’d taken to a heated debate with some councilor that tried to tell Starscream--Megatron’s true heir!!--that the Decepticon movement had been a scam for power. He probably would have won had he not been drunk && a voice drew him from his conversation.

His optics had managed to cycle once before a mouth was pressed against his alcohol warmed cheek plating. A pause as Starscream’s frame stiffened && gaze shot to the councilor, who looked downright horrified. The Seeker acted on instinct; wanting nothing more than to thoroughly embarrass the councilor && possibly Optimus when the Prime regained his processors.

The crimson frame twisted around, facing the much taller mecha, engines purring && wings flared out in quite the impressive display. Long talons reached up, pressing against the back of the Prime’s helm, with optics half-lit && face closing in on his former enemy.

“You missed,” he purred more than spoke, almost challenging the other.

#leaderofteamprime #( bisexual bird uses prime's attraction to birds against the entire autobot movement. more at 11. )#( seriously SS has been living in a bunker && just comes out to screw with autobots. )#( please help autobots. )#( this bird needs to be caged. )

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp still twitched, wings flaring, then flapping around, before giving the table another suspicious poke… And finally edging up onto the table, if still poised to bolt.

“… You’ll be there? You won’t let them hurt me?” He asked, nervous all over again. “It won’t hurt? No spark prodding?”

A slight shudder, and then a pause. “…. Energon goodie?”

“I...” Starscream hesitated && knelt down in front of the table, dabbing the cloth with medication. He gently began cleaning around the wounds, trying not to further the damage or hurt the youngling. “I’ll be right outside. Waiting. You’re still a minor in New Vos, so he has to ask you questions about your status here. To make sure you’re not being hurt. I can’t interfere with that.”

He kept his EM field friendly && calming, though fear flickered across it. There was something too good about this; this youngling wanted him as a guardian && trusted him, he half expected Megatron to come bursting through the door to kill them both.

He vented slowly, “but if you’re scared? Just remember, you are trine && I will protect you. But also remember that I wouldn’t bring someone here that would bring you harm. I won’t do that to you.”

#skyvopp

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp chirped back- an instinctive thanks-affirmative-return trust, before obeying, nestling closer to Starscream, leaning into the touches that were the gentlest he’d ever known.

He showed more curiosity, more dawning signs of his age, past the fear and cringing that were more reflex than anything else, once they arrived at the medbay. “….I’m not tired, though. This doesn’t…. this doesn’t look like a lab, either…” he offered, moving still cautiously to the exam table.

Another pause, one servo tentatively reaching out to poke at the table, optics narrowing and attempting to subtly scan for any sign of restraints, as his wings’ flicking picked up again to rapid speeds.

“….Just my wrists and wings? And… you won’t put the clamps or cuffs back on? Or…. or inspect my spark?”

Or tie him down and then hurt him again...

Starscream barely looked over at Skywarp, too busy searching through the storage units for supplies. He didn’t know what exactly he was looking for. “Either you rest or you learn Vosian customs. those are your options.” Perhaps Starscream could teach him how to properly preen; Skywarp looked terrible.

He found some cloth && antibiotics, low dosage much to his dismay. It would work, for now, he figured. He was no medic anyway && perhaps it would work until a medic got there. Ideally.

“Yes, yes, just your wrists && wings. You will get a full scan later, by a medic.” The tone used was both gentle && firm, leaving no room for question. “The medic won’t harm you, it goes against their protocol. That includes not tying you down or replacing the cuffs. Perhaps if you listen to them, they’ll give you an energon goodie.”

#skyvopp

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frozenspark‌:

“Star….” Skyfire began, and then trailed off, gaze dimming, half lifting one servo as if to reach for the Seeker, before lowering it again. “Star.” he repeated. “I’m not going to leave you. Not if you don’t want me to.”

A slow ex-vent, optics shuttering. “I don’t… I don’t want to fight. Megatron was the cause of this war. Megatron, and Optimus. Everything that happened is their fault. Not yours. Not ever yours.”

He shook his helm, then. “…I asked you, once before, to come away from Cybertron, with me. I…. I ask again, now. I’ll keep you safe. We… we can start over. Away from… all this.”

A quiet whine escaped the Seeker’s systems && he recoiled from Skyfire as though the shuttle had burned him. Shame burned wildly && he felt every support cable tensing; his mind replayed the first time that the offer had been giving, what happened when he said no.

Skyfire was going to slip through his fingers again.

“I’m a war criminal,” Starscream spoke as crimson orbs lifted && focused on blinding white. “I was Second In Command of the Decepticons, a joke but still a ranked officer. Where would we go? One of the Autobot colonies? Please! Like that would work.”

Starscream was suddenly up, pacing back && forth. His wings were straight up in alarm. “I have a trine. Skywarp couldn’t handle being on the move all the time, he’s so broken already. && Sunstorm is a danger to anyone around him && constantly ill. His core is unstable at the best of times && the stress? Would likely send the nuclear core into meltdown.”

“I need to stay here for them. Skywarp could easily fall into an abusive trine && no one else would want Sunstorm. He was being sold at a discount for primus sake!”

#frozenspark

defectedfailure‌:

✗— you have a hatchling? since when? no no. not important. i can do it, when are you free?

::We’re not having this conversation. Just know that I have one && he needs your help. I’m free now. Though I suggest you call off the day. Skywarp can be... maddeningly terrified of everything.::

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skyvopp‌:

Skywarp’s armor fluffed out still further, wings lifting to the highest point they’d been so far; almost midway and level. “I’m not stupid!”

A pause, before they dipped again, slightly, a new thought occurring. “At least…. not for an airframe….”

Optics dimmed, and then he was nodding, less visibly happy, but at least his field had normalized just that bit more, the longer he stayed close, field meshed with the older Seeker’s.

“…Repairs? But… my wrists and wings are fine now. You… you took the cuffs off.”

“Your wrists && wings are not fine, Skywarp.” He slowed so that Skywarp could join him at his side, then wrapped one arm around his shoulders. He gave him a gentle squeeze while lowly chirping; comfort offered. “You have a rust infection. The beginnings of one, && scarring from the past. I can treat the infection && call a medic in, to care for it.”

He didn’t have the necessary equipment to treat the infection beyond making sure it didn’t worsen. He’d have to reach out, chance discovery. It would be fine, he tried to tell himself. Worth it. His hatchling was worth it.

“Do you mind getting up on the examination table,” he asked once they arrived && he keyed the empty medbay open. “We can get this over with quickly && you can rest.”

#skyvopp

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