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MDNI, pr*shitters, comshippers. Literally, just be normal, people. I'm not too sure how bad this platform is for it, but PLEASE. DO NOT FOLLOW ME OR INTERACT IF YOU ARE INTO NASTY SHIT.
None of you Dead Dove enjoyers either. Fuck you.
Ships I won't write things for:
• MegaStar
• OpBee
• I'm picky with Bee in general, so...
• Anything abusive is a no-no
• No Sentinel. Fuck him.
• Nothing with the twins. Fuck you.
• NO PERVERT ULTRA MAGNUS, THANK YOU. I don't care to ship Magnus with people, but don't ask me to make him a fucking pervert.
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I will write an abundance of ships, including rare pairs.
And I'm a huge fan of bigger bots, too <3
Oh, and I'm a Bayverse fan, so funsies
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• Wheeljack takes bullying means you like someone to heart. He thought for a long time that if he kept being mean to Ultra Magnus, it would get his attention. That inevitably bit him in the aft plates when the mech actually started seeming more hurt by it. So, he started making sure it came clear that he was joking, that he didn't mean the petty little insults. It's hard to tell with him.
• Ultra Magnus had (very repressed) feelings for Wheeljack for a while. But they grew more obvious the longer the two were together. Sometimes an admiring state would slip, or a smile that wasn't made for anyone else to see. He smiled more for Wheeljack than he cared to admit... But that goofball mech made it incredibly easy to do so. Those stupid jokes of his could be charming when delivered correctly.
• Jackie also thought he could impress Magnus with his... Excelled weapon making. And by excelled, yes, those very unstable weapons that he crafts like he's in a back alley with nothing but scrap metal. Was Magnus impressed? By the ideas, yes, but how they were enacted? Not at all. He, in fact, found them to be far too dangerous for even Wheeljack's use. Wheeljack did not listen.
• Their love language is bickering, that much is very clear. They act as if they have been married for decades, their arguments never too serious, instead they're lighthearted. Playful quips that keep them thinking of the next best thing to outsmart their partner. At least in front of the team.
• In private, they're very cuddly mechs. They'll curl up in a nice, snug nest of blankets and pillows, and spend the night wrapped up with one another. They claim it's a normal sleep pile, but Bulkhead knows otherwise... If it was, he would've been invited, after all. But Wheeljack and Magnus enjoy their time alone where they can truly appreciate one another.
• They're both gift givers too. Neither could give a gift without the other receiving one just as good. They do occasionally have a goofy competition. It's friendly, both mean well, but it is definitely to see who is better at picking gifts (the answer is Magnus, by the way).
• If either of them are experiencing any form of injury, the other partner is right there (to Ratchet's dismay if he's treating them). They'll hover over each other, just desperate to know if the other will be fine. And once confirmed? They have a good laugh, hold servos, and just have a spark-to-spark chat.
• Wheeljack likes to plan out their future together. How once the war is officially over and they're back on Cybertron, they'll find a nice place to settle down and live happily. A comfortable home, big enough for them and maybe a bittie! Of course, that part always seems to leave a little flush on the Magnus. He thinks it is foolish to plan so far ahead... But he does like when Wheeljack talks about it.
• Their first kiss was after Wheeljack had been watching some silly human romance movies. It was hard to say if it was a romcom or romance in general, but the idea was pleasing. So, aside from affectionate head bumps and nuzzling, he tried kissing Magnus (after explaining what it was). Ultra asked for more immediately after, finding it enjoyable... For a human activity.
• Ultra Magnus always prepares Energon for Wheeljack after a mission. Flavors it whatever outlandish flavor be enjoys, and brings it to wherever he slumped down to rest. Jackie appreciates it more than he can possibly express, and he'll simply cuddle into his partner and take time to enjoy him.
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Anyway, thanks for reading!
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• When he is comfortable and content, he will purr. Deep, diesel-like rumbling from deep in his chest- this grows louder the more comfortable he is. And if this is accompanied by a partner or companion (same difference, I know) scratching his chin/stroking his helm, he will fall asleep purring like that.
• He and Ratchet spend a lot of time together when they're not busy. They're the equivalent of the old ladies in the grocery shop that stand and gossip for an hour. What do they gossip about? The team and their human companions/allies. It could be good or bad, or a mix thereof. During these talks, they walk aimlessly as well, often ending up outside and looking up at the sky.
• The most protective mech ever, especially with those he loves. He will put himself between them and whatever he views as a threat.
• Loves talking about his weapons. He will sit with a friend and rant for hours on end about what each is, and how effective said weapon is against which foe. He's not a weapon specialist for no reason, after all. He doesn't mind his friends falling asleep while ranting, he just enjoys the company.
• Likes some small mammals, specifically cats. Whenever he comes across one on the streets, he'll pet it if it comes to him. There have been instances where he's returned to base with a cat snuggled onto his shoulder, purring loudly. Their human allies are never pleased.
• Sleep pile enjoyer. I say it about all grounders, but it is super comfortable for them. He's the one everyone usually piles up on. He doesn't mind it at all, being at the bottom of the pile applies more weight and warmth on top of him.
• Related to the last one, he's a surprisingly heavy sleeper for a mech who experienced war. Loud noises and bangs that rouse the others barely bothers him. He sleeps like he's in a coma. Takes Sideswipe shaking him to wake him up, and even then, he sometimes just rolls over and ignores him- or grabs him and pulls him back into a sleep pile instead. He will, however, get up if Prime or Ratchet tells him to.
• Banter is his love language. He will carry on playful banter for as long as he has to. It just says he loves and cares about the other while maintaining that gruff demeanor. This banter can carry over into days or be brought back up a week later.
• He listens to "Divorced Dad Rock." Human music was always questionable to him, but a lot of rock music he can't really understand what they're saying anyway, plus the backing music is pretty good, and holds a nice beat. Nobody knows be does it, but he does consider it a nice escape from whatever's happening outside with the DeceptiCreeps.
• Starts a collection of random Earth items he finds interesting. It's not even necessarily something cool or outlandish, sometimes it's something he picked up off the side of the road because it was just... Sitting there. But hey, it's interesting to him.
Of course, some more Polybots because we all love and adore them :>
Also, maybe some Polybots + Charlie Burns for funsies. Have 10 more headcanons! Go, my Polybots fans, feast!
Heatwave/Chase/Boulder/Blades Headcanons
• All had a mutual crush on Charlie Burns at some point in time and openly talked about it. It was a big gossip ring between the four, as they all found Charlie incredibly attractive. Charlie knew solely because Chase couldn't keep it a secret.
• In their relationship, Blades fell first, Boulder second, Chase third, and Heatwave last. Despite falling for the other three so much later, he fell the hardest. Everything he does is for them.
* Heatwave, at first, expressed his love through gift giving and small deeds. Yet, as he did so, he was learning how to communicate the things he felt verbally. Verbal expression hadn't always been his strong suit, given he convinced himself he needed to be a model leader- stubborn and headstrong. He learned that wasn't always the case (and his partners were so proud of him)!
• Blades learned human holiday traditions so he could celebrate them with the other Rescuebots. His favorite, for obvious reasons, is Valentine's Day! He gets to make cards, Energon treats, and goes to get flowers with Boulder (because Boulder definitely knows flower language and what each symbolizes). Each card was personalized for each individual! He even matched their color schemes the best he could.
• Chase often initiates physical affection so his other partners know he's alright to be touched. He will hug and kiss their cheeks initially to let them know he wants to cuddle. This affection is never shown outside of their quarters, simply because it's something he only wants his mates to see.
• Boulder, as I've mentioned before, loves painting his partners. But he often has them group up so he can do group paintings. And yes, he will paint himself with his partners. They have various of these paintings hung up in their private quarters. Heatwave is the one who insisted they have their own section of the wall, along with their actual pictures.
• Blades found out about photo booths one time and decided to try and replicate it for someone bot-sized. A lot of funny antics ensued, and the power grid of Griffin Rock might've gone out for 48 hours, leaving the population without power- but! He did manage to replicate a perfect photo booth photograph for him and his partners. His contraption was also a fire hazard that after use, did have to be put out, but he views the efforts as worth it!
• Charlie has been included in many of their dates. He has gone out star-gazing and nature walking. Did he know it was dates? Obviously, but he was happy to be included in it because he does return the attraction.. even if he's not "officially" part of the relationship just yet.
• Heatwave never told Kade that he was in a relationship. I mentioned this in a former post that the Burns didn't really know for a long time- yeah, Kade took the longest. While Blades, Chase, and Boulder happily talked about their relationship once their human companions found out, Heatwave never did. He wasn't embarrassed by it, no, he just didn't view it as work appropriate to discuss his personal relationships. Kade found out entirely by accident because he saw Heatwave kissing/cuddling with one of his partners and got suspicious (this was like two years after the rest of his family found out).
• Chase got the team invested in playing cards during game night, mainly because he knew Heatwave was competitive and cards are usually a game of chance. To all of their dismay, Heatwave has one hell of a game face, and they found it hard to read. And yes, he ends up winning over half of the games or rage quitting. Don't worry, though! They always calm him down/reward him with some kisses! <3
• Chase, Blades, and Boulder all love rom-coms or celebrity romance series. Leave them alone for a few hours and they're huddled around a small TV watching Love Island. Heatwave pretends not to care, but he stands in the back, secretly investing and rooting for one of the "crew" on the show. If there's a couple that he finds particularly charming, he might comment on accident, then immediately try to take his opinion back when the other three turn to him. They all have that sparkle in their optics that tells him he's caught.
Think we could get some TFA Jazzprowl mechpreg headcanons? 🥺💜
They've been in my mind lately
HEEYYY MOOTIEEE, I CAN DEFINITELY DO THAT FOR YOU <3
I love me some good old JazzProwl, they're so cute together!
Quick warning here: if you don't like Mechpreg, scroll! Nothing explicit, like always! More below cut! ^^
JazzProwl (TFA)
Jazz and Prowl had been close for a long time, so it was no surprise when they finally started courting one another, and eventually Conjuxed!
They love each other so much. Prowl may not express a lot of affection in public, but behind closed doors, he's cuddly. He loves kissing his partner, holding him close, and being in his presence in general.
They decided to have sparklings after a few vorns bonded. They have three bitties! Prowl is the carrier, Jazz is the sire!
Both are around the same size range, and being smaller bots, they carry more young! Their carrying time is shorter than the larger classes, and their sparklings usually emerge soft and harden over time!
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Headcanons:
• Prowl found out he was carrying rather quickly. It was no surprise, as the pregnancy had been planned, but he began showing rather soon. Three little sparks take up a lot of room in the forge, after all!
• Jazz was super enthusiastic when Prowl told him. He held his mate to his chest and peppered kisses all over his helm. Prowl melted into the affection, his hormones making him want to be closed to his mate.
• His cravings began rather quickly as well. He was eating plenty, having all the supplements he needed (thanks to Ratchet having them around). But, he craved salty foods. Something savory that could melt on his glossa. Most often, he'd end up with some flavored Energon or trying different oils, plus a craving for some scrap metals.
• Jazz would play music! It showed in studies that sparklings can listen to music while developing, and he thought it would be neat. It did take a little convincing to get Prowl to agree to certain songs, but at the end of the day, they'd lay in their berth and let classical jazz tunes play. That or Jazz would hum and sing classical Cybertronian lullabies.
* These lullabies consist of many things. They're sung in the home language of Cybertron, and could vary on dialect depending on just how old they are. Despite that, all of them hold meaning and tell stories. They are soft songs, that teach and embed lessons. Of course, during carrying phases, these lessons cannot be comprehended just yet.
• Prowl does non-strenuous activities throughout the pregnancy. Meditation, certain stretches, and a few light exercises (like yoga). Nothing that would be too damaging to him or his bitties. He even took up swimming! It kept him moving around through his pregnancy.
• Prowl sleeps in his tree occasionally. He finds it relaxing, and also trusts himself enough to not fall out of it. The relaxation increases significantly when he can feel the sun against his plating. It's so warm, and relaxing. And it helps his aching backplate.
• Jazz gives him massages, especially later into his carrying cycle when the aches become prominent. He'll set up something nice, burn some incense, and grab some relaxing lubrication. Prowl always falls asleep during these massages, the lack of pain and the smooth servos of his mate make him feel safe and relaxed.
• Prowl read a lot on carrying cycles before and during carrying, and archived several into his memory units. He sometimes matches his symptoms to things he reads. So if his frame ever dulled a bit too much, he immediately went to Ratchet until his frame recovered. While it is normal for a carrier's frame to dull, if it becomes too dull, that means there's a problem somewhere that needs medical attention.
• Overall, he carried completely healthy with only a couple scares. By the time he delivered them, he chose a water birth. Which was very effective with his frame and minimized the damage. Jazz was there with him, praising him the whole time. Ratchet confirmed the three triplets were perfectly healthy! After their spark bond with their mother, they were placed into an incubation pod to help their frames harden.
• Prowl and Jazz were enthralled by their new arrivals. The bitties emerged chatty. They chirped and peeped- never quietened down unless they were asleep. Jazz is blamed for their social behavior, but both parents love them so much. The chatty behavior meant they were healthy, and that's all they could ask for.
Saw your post about Ultra Magnus being a parent! Omg it's so perfect
But what got my attention was PredaMags? I think? So! What would Predaking be like as a parents? :D
Aw, hey anon! Of course! I would love to talk about it some more!!
If anyone is curious, the post this is referencing is this one.
And again, if you don't like, you can scroll, because I will be referencing mech preg again. It's nothing explicit, just not everyone's cup of tea, and that's okay.
More below cut <3
So! Here's Predaking as a parent!
• Predaking would be a very doting father and mate. He cares a lot about Ultra Magnus and wants nothing more than his safety, and the safety of their bitties.
• Kind of like some bird species (most notably Eagles), both parents take turns watching their eggs. During that time, the other freshens up, gets something to eat, or rests. Predaking, for the first few months of Magnus' postpartum, is the one making sure the eggs are okay while Magnus recovers.
• Predaking always kept Magnus' emotional health in mind during those months postpartum. He knew that his mate would likely be going through some stuff emotionally, being a new parent and all, so he made sure he received plenty of love and attention, too.
• When the bitties hatched? You'd never find a more proud sire*. He was over the moon joyous about having bitties of his own, a means of continuation of the Predacon species, and they are his heirs. It genuinely meant everything to him. From each little Predacon to the truckling bittie!
*If anyone sees this that doesn't know, sire and carrier are terms often used to replace mom and dad within the Transformers fandom. I alternate between both those terms and mom and dad because I don't care.
*Sire is the fathering figure, can be anyone, doesn't matter their gender. Carrier is the mothering figure, can also be anyone no matter the gender.
• He is probably the most protective dad known to Cybertronians. Those bitties are some of the safest ever born, because not only is their sire King of the Predacons, but the other Predacons are as protective over them, as well as their carrier.
• The bitties hiss at him and he finds it to be the funniest thing. He goes to lay down with his mate, just for their bitties to his at him while they're cuddled up with their mama. They even puff up at him to try and intimidate him! It doesn't work, they can never scare their father.
• Predaking is big on being there for every achievement. From the bittie's first words, to their first transformation. He even teaches their bitties with wings in their alt-modes how to fly! Though, similar to Seeker's and other aerial types, flight is often learned through dropping the bitties from higher spaces. Reasonably, Magnus freaked out at first. But the bitties who didn't figure it out on the first try were caught.
• He is definitely the good humored type of father, but also a little strict. Despite that, the bitties do manage to escape the nursery and invade the Nemesis. They climb all over everything, always try to get into high places, and often go about climbing up the tallest 'con or shelf they can find.
• Predaking is sent to gather them back up. Not because Magnus is tired of anything, but because watching Predaking walk back in with several bitties perched on his shoulders is funny. The bitties are always lined up in a straight row, chirping and peeping at one another.
• Given seven out of eight bitties are little dragons, he likes to teach them things in their alt modes. Like gathering! He'll have them gather fabrics and other resources around the Nemesis, just as an early way to see how well they can take care of themselves. The truckling, of course, gets included in these activities. He tries his best to haul around Energon cubes in his alt mode! Even if he hasn't figured out the trailer yet.
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He is just a kind, doting father. He loves his bitties, his mate, and life in general. He is always going to be there for them because they're his pride and joy!!
What are some headcanons you have for TFP Ultra Magnus if he was ever to be a parent? Would he be a sire or carrier in certain pairings like Ultrabulk, Ultrajack, Magop, or Predamags?
ANON, THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION...
Also mechpreg warning??? I guess??? It's literally nothing explicit, I'm just yapping. If you don't like, just scroll, everything else is below the cut <3
Okay, okay! So, when it comes to parenthood with these ships, these are my headcanons!!
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Ultrabulk
So, with this ship, I say they'd been Conjuxed for a while, post war. Settled into a nice home on a rebuilt Cybertron and decided that it was a good time to start a family.
Their lives were stable, they had a steady income, and they are both so madly in love with each other. Neither mech could stay away for too long wanting to be close and affectionate.
Eventually, they find the time, and create a sparkling.
Bulkhead is the carrier and Magnus is the sire. They have one bittie, given both are large mechs.
It's common that mechs their size, when carrying, will produce one bittie, on the rare occasion twins. This will give the bittie plenty of space to grow in either their carrier's gestation tank- or their spark chamber- depending on how they choose to carry.
Headcanons:
• Ultra Magnus is very protective over his mate and unborn sparkling. He keeps Bulk close through the entire carrying process (which is longer for bots their size).
• Magnus ends up more hormonal than Bulkhead, who is literally pregnant. He gets very emotional, and spends hours admireing Bulk's abdomen where the sparkling grows.
• He cried when they found out Bulkhead was sparked. They both cried, actually. Hugged each other as they cried out gleefully.
• Ultra is a very doting mate. He cooks, cleans, fixes a proper place for Bulkhead to relax. He's always ensuring Bulkhead is as healthy as he can be through the carrying cycle. He even read as many old pamphlets that he could dig out about first time parenthood- and monitored Bulk's plate color throughout it. If he even looked like he was getting too grey, it was off to a medic.
• Bulkhead teased him throughout the whole process. Anytime the mech would ask him questions, fuss over him, the big, green ex-Wrecker would make a quip or chuckle at him.
• When the sparkling is born, Magnus is by Bulkhead's side the entire time. He breaks down into tears, absolutely enamored by his mate. He praised his lover, kissed his helm, thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
• The bittie looks more like Bulkhead. Magnus has really weak genetics, can't pass them on easily. But of course, the bittie has some of his features! It got his antennas and similar biolight patterns.
• Bittie is a mech!
• Ensures plenty of rest for the new carrier and their bittie, wanting to make sure more than anything they stay safe. The war is over, Cybertron is new, and it's time for new life to take hold. It's the start of a new generation.
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UltraJack
With these two, their relationship had been going strong for a couple of years. They were close, in love, and frankly, just crazy for one another.
They were still stuck in base, on Earth, but decided they wanted to try for a sparkling anyway. For the record, Wheeljack wasn't the most patient mech. He just wanted to love Magnus to the fullest.
So when they're not entirely busy, they find time to create a sparkling!
Ultra Magnus, in this case, is a carrier, and Wheeljack is the sire. They have a set of twins.
Where Wheeljack is a shorter mech, it's common that carriers of a larger class can carry multiples. Though, it's still limited to two or three bitties at once. And depending on which size class they inherited, it can influence just how long the carrying cycle will take. Both bitties will be forged the same class.
Headcanons:
• Magnus was rather surprised when he found out he was sparked. Yes, he was expecting it, but the realization finally dawned on him all at once. He was carrying. That meant it was time to stay off the field and focus on himself, which the Prime, thankfully, understood.
• Wheeljack is an absolute menace about it. He brags openly and proudly of his mate... Which, in turn, flusters the Magnus greatly. He feels appreciated and proud, but damnit, Wheeljack is the most loving and embarrassing mech he knew.
• He carried the twins in his spark and hadn't know they were twins until Ratchet further checked. Ultra had been more exhausted than he thought should've been going on with a singular growing spark. The exam proved why. It wasn't just one bittie, but two little sparks dancing around his. Ratchet immediately adjusted his dosage of supplements to consume and how often he does so.
• Wheeljack was beyond thrilled that his beautiful, amazing mate carried twins. He became far more clingy, planted kisses all over Magnus' face, and absolutely would not stop praising him. Magnus enjoyed the attention, and had never felt more loved in his time alive.
• Magnus is hormonal, but absolutely adores the fact he gets to carry. Especially with Wheeljack by his side. It's all he could ask for. Two healthy sparklings, a loving, present mate, even throughout his mood swings, Wheeljack stayed. He loved him. That's all he needed.
• During the carrying phase, he has cravings for something spicy. Rust sticks with added flavoring- usually those with imitation pepper powders like organics eat, but made safe for Cybertronian consumption.
• When it was time for the sparklings to emerge, Magnus had been a little scared. Those that emerge from the spark often take time to form into a bittie- so for a while, they would float around as sentient sparks. But once they emerged, and the mess was cleaned, it became clear they recognized their creators. They'd fly over, nuzzle against Magnus' face. And he had truly never been more proud of himself than in that moment.
• When both bitties cocooned and took their Cybertronian form, one was a femme, the other a mech. And yes, they looked mostly like Wheeljack. The femme inherited some biolights from Magnus, and the little mech inherited his mama's personality. He was stern, even as a bitlet so young.
• Both parents have never been happier... And truth told? This would be the start of the next generation. Those that would soon live on Cybertron again. They hadn't known that yet, but it was coming soon.
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MagOp
Optimus lived AU, because I can.
Optimus- or the now returned Orion Pax- and Magnus had a long standing relationship. How long? That is anyone's guess. Both were private with their relationship throughout the war, other than sneaky servo touches or stolen kisses.
But they settled down on the reformed Cybertron. The beauty of it was breathtaking- a planet, once deceased and extinct, breathing with life a second time. It was all the perfect conditions needed now for the next Cybertronians to walk the surface.
They decide to, finally, have their own little bitty now that it was safe.
Ultra Magnus is the carrier, Orion is the sire. They have one bitty.
After the AllSpark was returned, Orion lost his body mass, and returned to his original size. As he was really no longer a Prime, the Matrix of Leadership was removed from his handling as well. So, the sparkling will likely inherit Magnus' size class (hence why they only have one bitty).
Headcanons:
• Ultra knew he was carrying before he ever went to a medic. He felt the early signs, the sluggish behavior, the early cramps, using excessive amounts of coolant to try and balance the hot spots that kicked up over his plating.
• Orion had initially been worried about the symptoms. Truth was, he wasn't fully aware of how a carrying mech should- and will- act. He had long been a mech of war, and before that, an archivist. He wasn't around carriers often. But Magnus let him know it was okay, that this was normal, especially so early on. He had read plenty of brochures and books about new parenthood before they decided to conceive. So he knew some of what he needed to expect.
• During his carrying phase with Orion's sparkling, Ultra experienced strong cravings for sweets. Sweetened Energon was his go-to, as they could make any sort of flavoring he liked to mix into the Energon. Typically, he'd go for some creme and fruit flavors- it mimicked an organic glucose that he found he liked.
• Orion fixed a lovely bed of blankets and pillows, making Magnus a nice, soft spot to rest. Something that would allow his back a break and his feet a long rest. Both grew achy the longer Magnus carried. His abdomen was taut, hips widened, and weight gained across his frame that helped with the carrying process. It was all biological factors that came into play, yet they were so fascinating.
• As his hormones kicked in, he became more loving and clingy to his mate. Orion did not mind it whatsoever. He loved having Magnus close, talking about how much he loved him and their growing bittie. Ultra would always be delighted.
• The bitty ends up having a similar alt mode to Orion's Cybertronian alt mode. Ultra Magnus thinks it's adorable.
• Orion might've passed out while watching the delivery. But don't worry, he woke up soon after to witness their bitty enter the world, hearing their first cries.
• The bitty was a mech! While it inherited Magnus' size class, it did look a lot more like Orion, almost perfectly matching his frame color- and likely alt mode once his frame had hardened. But oh, both creators were thrilled. Orion peppered kisses all over his mate's face as Ultra held their sparkling for the first time, which ignited a bond between carrier and bitty.
• When it came time for delivery, Magnus was nervous, but excited. He would finally get to meet the bitty he was carrying for the last couple solar cycles.
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PredaMags
The two met during the final years of the war, and a secret relationship blossomed between them. Magnus often visited Predaking, given the Decepticons didn't really care he was around.
It was after a long courtship that the two settled down, deciding to start a family. They had plenty of space, there was no worry about an imminent battle, and it truly was the perfect time.
Ultra Magnus is the carrier, Predaking is the sire. They have 8 bitties.
Predacon biology is different from modern Cybertronian. They are capable of producing upwards of 10-12 eggs depending on their mate. And due to the young being carried in eggs, it allows for more to be carried at once, even in Magnus' frame. So while not the full 10 or 12, 8 healthy eggs is better than anything that would hurt Magnus. 8 is roughly the amount of eggs he can comfortably carry.
Headcanons:
• Magnus had found the idea of carrying eggs interesting. He had heard not only from Predaking and his Predacons, but Starscream that carrying eggs is one of the safest means of carrying for a Cybertronian. This gave him some comfort early on that he'd be alright, and some of that anxiety lingering in his processor could be forgotten.
• The clutch was rather obvious, but followed a more organic gestation time. Close to two Earth years, from what Predaking was predicting. Then a while longer in the incubation chambers before they hatch into bitlets.
• Ultra Magnus was absolutely charmed, especially with the way Predaking treated him. The Predacon king built him a nest, admired his growing abdomen, and purred in delight every time he could. The Predacon would kiss the taunt mesh, hold his carrying mate close, and simply admire the artwork they were creating together. Magnus would always end up a blushing mess, even if he didn't try to show it.
• Magnus began craving early on. He wanted something sweet or savory. Something that he could enjoy, let it sit and melt on his glossa. Predaking found work around, fetching Energon and matter that Cybertronians could digest. And supplements provided by Knockout that made sure the eggs formed correctly. Because if anything, Decepticons know well about reproduction and what helps a carrier.
• Ultra became clingy through this second and last trimester (if you can consider it that). He wanted his mate around all the time, but knew when Predaking needed to work. But anytime the larger mech was present, Magnus was cuddling with him. And of course, Predaking was taking good care of his mate. He'd rub his aching back, pepper his face with kisses, and always fetch some warm oil for him to soak his feet in.
• When it came time for delivery, Starscream was invited in, explaining the best way for Magnus to deliver. Letting gravity work with him, not against him. Each egg was delivered healthy and safe under this guidance- and it was there the proud creators got the first look at their young. Under a light, they could see the sparks pulsing inside the eggshell, and the outline of their soon-to-be hatchlings in each egg. It was clear all the young would grow substantially now that they were outside the forge.
• The bitties all hatched healthily in their incubation pod. All were male (as most of the Cybertronian race is). Out of the 8, one was a truckling, like Magnus, the rest were little Predacons. They were very chatty bitties, chirping and peeping whenever they liked.
• Magnus and Predaking are very proud creators, and love their bitties so much. They'd do anything to protect their young- and the new generation of Predacons.
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Anyway, thank you for reading! Feel free to send any other questions you have!! ^^
I think Starscream and Knockout, as a couple, would have three bitties.
They're a loving couple, post-war, and have a decent home on Cybertron. They live in a neighborhood that is slowly growing more populated, and Starscream carried three beautiful eggs, which hatched into three little mechs.
Two are aerials, one is a car-ling.
The bitties themselves are very socialable, and talkie. They peep, chirp, and chitter, and Starscream playfully blames Knockout for their sociable behavior. Knockout blames Starscream for how loud they are.
They both love them, how active and hyper the three are.
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Their names:
• Bittie one: Starburst
Not named after the Earth candy, but by his bright personality, this bittie is one of the Aerials. His frame is purplish in color (a combination of Knockout's and Starscream's paints (Starscream's original paint did consist of blue, red, and white, after all)), with white highlights.
He is the loudest and most hyper, given him the "burst" portion of his name. Seems like he's always giving an outburst.
• Bittie two: Windbuster
Windbuster actually received his name after he learned how to fly, the aerial bittie being extremely fast and resilient to the change in Gs that was occurring. He developed impressively, knowing some stunts that his carrier taught him and his brother.
His frame is as bright red as his sire's, Knockout, with some highlights of silver. His faceplate, unlike his sire's, is silver.
• Bitte 3: Racerwhip
Racerwhip is the car-ling, and a very social sparkling. And oh, as soon as he could transform? He was racing around, revving his little engine like his life depended on it. Knockout found it amusing, how the little bittie tried to keep up with his flying brothers.
Racerwhip is a blue sparkling! He took the blue off his carrier, but certainly has his sire's taste in the white faceplate design. The resemblance is uncanny between them!
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All three bitties enjoy being with their parents. But, of course, Starscream almost gave Knockout a spark attack by dropping their aerial bitties from large heights. Knockout didn't know that's how Seekers taught their young to fly, and Starscream forgot to explain.
Starscream got a talking to, but their bitties were flying now!
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They have blue optics because let's be honest, Starscream and Knockout probably gave themselves blue optic lenses.
Thought about this while eating a midnight snack...
And so I'm writing it into a fic on here because why not.
Heatwave as a bittie. I talked about this before, but he was raised in the orphanage... And this is about how it went for him.
(...) left alone means a time skip!
Fic below cut!
The best orphanage of Cybertron. The staff were friendly and approachable, and the bitties adopted from there tended to become outstanding individuals.
The orphanage was filled with lively chitters and babbling. Recently forged sparklings enjoyed the doting of nurses and the warmth of their incubation pods.
A recent addition, freshly emerged from the AllSpark, had joined them a few weeks prior. His form had only solidified recently into a soft-looking red mech. Caretakers assumed he'd adopt fast, given his big, orange optics and cute little face. But, there seemed to be something wrong.
The sparkling was quiet.
It was off-putting just how quiet this youngling was. He stared, no, observed. He didn't babble, chirp, or chitter as often as the other bitties did. He hissed at nurses and caretakers, slapping at their servos or biting them uselessly. Always on high alert.
But they had to try and have him adopted. That was one thing they tried to ensure. Every bittie would be adopted into a loving home.
"Sweetspark," a nurse, struggling with the rather fussy sparkling, started. "Hold still, you need to eat... It's hard to feed you when you're thrashing."
The little red bittie kicked and struggled, biting helplessly at the nurse's digits. He squealed out, the little claws he'd developed digging into the nurse's servo.
The nurse- trying to be patient- drew his servo away. "Sweetspark, stop that, you'll make me drop you!"
Yet the bitte persisted; kicking, crying, screaming. The nurse placed him back into the incubation chamber, grumbling under his breath. He sat the bottle in with the bittie, watching him haphazardly take it and fumble to drink it himself. "What are we going to do with you..."
Truth was, he had never seen a sparkling act so independent. It bothered not just him, but the rest of the staff.
"Did you feed him?" One caretaker, a femme with soft, blue optics, chimed. She heard the struggle and wanted to make sure the bittie had been fed.
"He's feeding himself."
"What..?" The caretaker muttered, before rushing to the nurse's side, watching the little red bittie hold the bottle shakily and drink from it. Her optics widened in surprise. "I... Have never seen anything like that, Primus below... He's too early in development to be acting like this."
"That's what's worrying me," the nurse agreed. "He's got an attitude... Behavioral issues often don't develop until later in childhood-"
The caretaker brought a servo to her mouth, covering a gasp. "Sparklings with behavior problems are less likely to be adopted..."
"I know," the nurse sighed. "Maybe try swaddling him when it's feeding time. Get him used to being held and prevent him from digging his little claws in."
"Claws?"
"Yes, seems the bittie here has claws," the nurse nodded, pointing out where those little claws were dug into the bottle. "Not a common occurrence, but I've seen it plenty. He should still develop normally."
The assurance fell on deaf audials as the caretaker examined the bittie closely. Independence, claws, an attitude issue. Something was wrong, they just couldn't figure out what it was at this stage.
But the red bittie finished his Energon and sat- rather threw- the bottle aside and curled up beneath his heat lamps.
The nurse fished the bottle out and closed the incubation pod. "Well, I'll give him a few more months of development before visiting again. Remember, be patient with him. It's not his fault."
The caretaker looked anxious, but she nodded. "Of course, we'll do whatever we can for him."
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The bittie never seemed to improve. He hated being swaddled, hissed aggressively at staff, and was rough on the toys he was given. It was noticed quickly that his developing denta were far from normal as well. They grew sharp and serrated, and began to easily tear into their servos when he bit them.
Many caretakers began to whisper, sharing worries. Families would be coming in soon for these sparklings... It's likely that the little red one wouldn't be picked if he kept this up.
Many even began to whisper about his denta, what that could possibly mean.
They hadn't even given him a name yet, other than calling him Little Red. It made them feel horrible, but how could they name a sparkling they couldn't even hold without getting scratched and bitten? It felt impossible and overwhelming... But he was only just a sparkling who needed to be doted on like the rest.
An older caretaker approached the red bittie's pod, punching in a code and watching the glass hiss back. Inside, orange optics stared up. Speculative, defensive... Angry. All curious emotions for a simple little spark. He held a gentle servo out, gently brushing the sparkling's cheek, drawing back when he was nipped at. It was a warning, not a full-fledged bite.
Curious, the caretaker thought, very curious. He'd done this since he graduated Academy, and it was very rarely he had a sparkling bite him. The others learn to bite while playing or searching for food. This one bit as warning and defense. How could a small frame fear the world around it so badly it felt the need to bite at those who wanted nothing more than to love him? It was as if he seen a lifetime of war before emerging from the AllSpark.
"Oh, Little Red... What plan does Primus have written out for you?"
The red bittie didn't respond. Not a chitter, chirp, nothing. The caretaker sighed.
"You're awful quiet, you know? Listen to the others, can't you hear them?" He pointed over to the other bitties, all chirping and playing in their incubation pods. "They are all happy, they make those sounds."
Maybe Little Red preferred to follow an example?
Peep... Peep... Chirp... Chitter...
He tried to imitate the sounds, hoping the bittie understood and would perhaps make some noise. Yet, silence persisted.
Not a sound.
No, the red bittie just flared his frame up to look more intimidating... With what little armor he'd developed so far.
That got a small laugh from the caretaker. "Yes, I suppose I deserve that. It must've been a poor impression, hm?"
The bittie's plates slowly deflated, yet he looked offended.
"It was that bad? My apologies," the caretaker huffed, amused despite his concern. Another thought occured... Perhaps he'd do better with another bittie.
Going to a nearby incubation pod, he fished out one of the most loving bitlets they had. A small, purple-colored mech with big, blue optics, who peeped and chirped happily. Once sat in with Little Red, the purple sparkling chittered excitedly, crawling over.
The red bittie tilted his head, and finally, chittered. Quiet, but present. He accepted the presence of other young better... Perhaps a nest mate mindset. Yet, the caretaker lingered close in case Little Red got too violent.
Though, his observations were fascinating. The red bittie would communicate with the purple one, but wouldn't play. Just watch the other sparkling play, like he was guarding them.
This... Makes things more complicated.
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Adoption day came.
Many families entered, all looking forward to the sparklings they would meet and take home. Some were new pairs, others were returning. Each family had called in advance, their homes had been checked, and their records had been studied religiously to make sure they were perfect for these young.
Yet sparkling after sparkling was adopted and taken home. Their new families loving them so much, like they had forged and carried the bitlets themselves.
The purple bitlet went home with a medic bot and their mate.
Yet one incubation pod remained full. That red bitlet sat inside, watching families wander by. New faces. Faces he didn't understand. He hissed and snapped at them.
It even deterred some of the older couples, some making harsh remarks about the bitlet.
"I have never seen a sparkling act like that," one muttered to their partner. "Perhaps it's defective, hm?"
"Seems so..."
Both laughed at the cruel joke and walked on, looking for a calmer sparkling to take home.
And Little Red was left alone, huddled in the back of his pod, hissing at those who passed by. He was afraid, all flared up and wanted nothing more than to be left alone.
Why wouldn't they leave him alone?
As the rest of the families piled out with their new young, the staff spoke quietly with one another, cleaning up pods.
One caretaker froze. "Little Red is still here."
"Primus bless," another whispered, walking over. The balled up sparkling had exhausted himself into recharge, still puffed up like he was in danger.
"We'll have to keep him here until the next group comes in..."
"Let's hope he'll be adopted next time."
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That became a common phrase. Hope meant nothing to the now youngling. He sat alone in his own separate room, reading whatever stupid datapad he'd been given. It kept him calm at least.
He tried to behave better, but some adults were so stupid they needed to know it. And he sure didn't hold his glossa now that he could talk.
• None of them actually remember when they became official. Let's be honest, they'd likely been dating since Academy, but only labeled it after they were on Earth for a while (when they started understanding what a relationship actually was).
• Heatwave actually really enjoys cuddles, but he acts like he doesn't. He acts like this imposing figure but he prefers to be on the bottom of the sleep pile so he can feel the weight of his partners on top of him.
• Blades and Boulder plan the date nights! Boulder's idea of a romantic date is a nature walk! He'll take the other three on a walk into the woods of Griffin Rock, point out the animals, and explain what he knows. The other three ask questions, nuzzle into him, and definitely sit out under the stars with him. Blades will select a movie, or have them scrapbook with him. Heatwave grumbles but puts in the most effort he can, Chase asks a lot of questions, but eventually participates... Even if his page ends up being two or three.
• Chase, while not being the most physically affectionate, becomes the clingiest when he's with his partners. He hugs and kisses them regularly, and will even let his engine idle in a purr so they can hear how much he loves them.
• Somehow, the Burns didn't know they were dating for ages. Of course, their giant alien robot companions showed friendship in an interesting way, but they didn't really apply any human-like romantic interactions with them. They thought it was normal behavior for them, but... They eventually figured it out. On complete accident.
• Blades and Chase pile on top of the Heatwave and Boulder. They don't sleep any other way, just on top of their larger partners.
* Additionally, Blades struggles to sleep without the other three, which is why missions where he's separated from them longer than a night he becomes more anxious and sleep deprived.
• Heatwave accidentally outed their relationship in front of Kade once. Kade did not understand what he was talking about and stared at him stupidly. Never brought it up after. Heatwave was both relieved and annoyed because Kade is stupid (/lh).
• Boulder paints his partners! They are his muse and he loves them so much. Of course, where they're not landscapes, he keeps these paintings to himself and shows them to his beloved partners. Blades always fawns, Chase smiles and compliments his work (with as much enthusiasm as he can express), and Heatwave gets all flustered and tries to hide his face behind a large servo.
• Heatwave's love language is touch. He loves being close to his partners, holding their servos, having his face buried in the crooks of their necks. Or bullying. He also loves picking on them playfully, especially because they know he's joking.
• Blades calls his other partners gay if he sees them kissing. In turn, they call him gay because he's on the relationship, too. Cue dramatic gasp and pearl clutching.
* Blades had to explain to them what gay meant the first time he said it. Chase looked it up in the dictionary and pointed out it had two meanings. "1. A person interested in the same-sex. 2. Formerly meant happy." He then claimed to be both. Heatwave and Boulder laughed until they cried.
• Boulder makes sure all his partners have eaten and are well-fueled, because they often get caught up in what they're doing and forget.
•PDA is common with them all. They are clingy, and no one can really deny it.
I love them so much, and this is only a few of my headcanons for them <3
Second part of the Rescuebots fic for those who wanted it!
Previous Part
With this taking place during the events of TFP, so not a lot of Autobots remain. But, enjoy this little fic!
(...) Left by itself means a time skip
Fic below cut!
Many years later...
It was a quiet morning.
Not many started off like that in Griffin Rock. Not everyday did the bots get to sleep in, and their human companions take a bit of a break.
Chase stirred as Heatwave did, the larger mech groaning. Yesterday's mission had been excruciating on the firefighter, leaving him sore today.
"Are you alright?"
Heatwave tensed at the question. "Yeah, just stiff in the back strut this morning."
Chase nodded, slipping out from the sleep pile. It was easy, given Boulder and Blades were heavier sleepers. "I mean, you did experience strain the day prior. It makes sense you feel the effects today."
The firetruck offered a huffed laugh. "It'll take more than that to keep me down, you know."
"Unfortunately," the officer agreed. He nudged Heatwave lightly, kneeling behind him to scan for anything worse than stiffness. "Any pinches or pains?"
"Just sore. No pinches. Don't need to get Blades all worked up over something that doesn't exist. Cause if he wakes up? He'll demand a full-body examination."
Chase rolled his optics at that. "You avoid a scan like it'll give you a Cybertronian plague."
"Nah, I just know when I actually need one," Heatwave smirked, glancing over his shoulder. "And I guess I don't mind letting you scan me."
"That's the equivalent of you confessing you no longer like the Primes, it's monumental," Chase teased, knowing very well the firefighter would never say such a thing. He was just trying to get something other than arrogance from the mech.
Heatwave jaw tensed. "Hey now-"
"I was joking, don't get your wires in a twist."
The firefighting mech simply huffed, leaning forward. "Well, Doctor Do Little, how's my back strut?"
"While there's no heavy damage, I would recommend some light work today. No heavy lifting during training."
"No heavy lifting? But Team Prime is supposed to be visiting today-"
Chase perked up at that. "They are? When did you hear about that?"
"The chief brought it up yesterday, saying they got a message. Team Prime, from Optimus himself."
Chase's expression changed, a smile tugging at his derma. "Do you think my creators are with them?"
Heatwave pondered for a moment, and at that second, a bad feeling welled in his tanks. He had his suspicions for many vorns now, many late nights- during the sweet scented nights of spring, where pollen danced, to Autumn, when leaves began to fall. Chase would send out messages to his creators, to receive nothing but dead lines. Usually, from his own experience, that meant the holder of that line was deceased.
That's what happened with Inferno.
But to sit here and watch Chase hope, Heatwave just scoffed, playfully pushing the mech's shoulder. "Maybe. I'll tell them off for you, if they are. Being special operatives doesn't mean they can just ignore your calls."
"Don't you dare," Chase chided, servos finding his hips. "That would be impolite and inappropriate."
"Never said I was a polite mech."
"No," the officer lightly slapped Heatwave's arm. "You didn't."
As the two continued their banter, a groan came from beside them, Blades' optics opening. "What are you guys arguing about this early in the morning."
"Team Prime is visiting today," Heatwave spoke smoothly, leaning back. He watched, seeing how long it'd take for Blades' processor to catch up.
The helo made no effort to raise up for a moment, just letting out a groan of "understanding." But after a few seconds, he jolted with enough force to send Boulder shooting up awake in his spot. "Wait, Team Prime!? No one told me!?"
The orange and white copter scurried to his pedes, sprinting around the room. "I have to get ready! I mean, Bumblebee is going to be there!"
Boulder huffed, rubbing his forehelm. The sudden startle awake was a bit agitating, but he said nothing to Blades about it. "Team Prime's showing up? What for?"
Heatwave smirked at the state his team was in this early in the morning. "Some form of check-in? See how the team's doing."
Chase huffed. "You just had to bring it up casually, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Heatwave chuckled. "I like watching Blades run around like a headless chicken. I mean, watch him."
The firefighter briefly waved a servo to whatever mess Blades was making. The helicopter was tossing around fabrics they don't even wear. Not that Cybertronians wore fabric clothing anyway.
Chase watched for a moment. "Blades, whose clothes are those?"
The smaller mech paused for a moment to think about it. "Ugh, whatever, I'll go polish my armor."
"Atta mech. Don't think those are your size anyway. Need something larger in the chest and thinner in the hips." Heatwave winked, earning an indignant scoff.
"I would say thank you, but that sounded backhanded-"
"No, no, seriously, Blades. You got a nice waist line." Heatwave waved his servos in a placating manner. "If you are going to wear fabric, make sure it annunciates that, right?"
The helicopter preened a bit, lifting a servo to his chest. "Why... Thank you."
Chase gave the two mechs a look, rolling his optics. "You tease him too much," he muttered to Heatwave.
"Where's the fun in not?"
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The group was gathered outside, chatting casually. The summer sun beat down on their frames, risking sun bleach if they remained outside far too long.
Nearby, the buzz of pollinators sounded, and the scent of flowers wafted through the air. Honeysuckle was strong at the moment, the sweet aroma carrying through denser forestry.
Chase and Heatwave stood back, their arms crossed. Their conversation was hushed, but both felt a hint of something. Heatwave? He felt nervous. Yes, he was excited to meet the Optimus Prime, but part of him almost felt a sense of dread. Not on his behalf, but on Chase's. The officer looked so giddy, and he couldn't imagine him having his spark crushed.
The portal whirred to life, spinning and dancing into a ballet. Out stepped Optimus first, the broad-shouldered Prime nodding his helm in a polite greeting. Next was Bumblebee, who waved at them excitedly.
And as more filed through- except for the couple left at base to guard it- Chase's expression began to falter.
Where was his carrier and sire?
Optimus turned to face Heatwave and Chase, offering a servo. "Greetings."
Heatwave took it first. "Nice to meet you," he spoke shakily. "I'm Heatwave, this is Chase."
Optimus' optics flickered with familiarity at the name, as if he's heard it a thousand times before. "Chase?"
"Yes, that is me."
Something gloomy settled over the atmosphere, and the Prime's optics dimmed. The battle mask hissed away, and he frowned. "It is a shame I meet you only now. Prowl talked so highly of you."
Heatwave tensed, realizing which direction this was heading. That look could only mean something bad. "Prime-"
But Chase held a servo out, cutting Heatwave off. "Talked? Past-tense?"
"Yes, he and Jazz both had. They spoke of your intelligence, your bravery. They were proud of you until the day they rejoined the Well. And perhaps then some." Optimus bowed his helm.
Chase's jaw trembled. "Joined the well? The Well of the AllSpark" He managed, voice straining. "You mean to tell me..?"
Optimus' gaze shot up. "You... Were not aware that they have passed on?"
Before the Prime could move, Heatwave was behind Chase, holding the mech up. He'd seen it, the micro expressions, the way his knees shook, the way he paled as if all the Energon had been taken from his body.
"Chase!" The firefighter hissed, holding the fainted mech. "Come on... Don't do this to me..."
Heatwave settled the officer on to the ground, as gentle as the big mech could before tracing his cheek. He was trying to keep calm, save face in front of the Prime... But aggravation began to pile on top of every other emotion he felt. "Prime, I uh... Apologize, really-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Boulder and Blades hurried over, kneeling beside of him. "What happened?" Blades questioned, immediately checking spark rate.
"His creators are dead and he just found out," The firefighter barely croaked out. "He didn't take it well."
"Scrap," Boulder grunted, shifting behind the unconscious mech, lifting him onto his lap to provide more comfort than the ground could. "Easy does it..."
Blades continued the initial examination, his optic ridges tightly knit.
Behind the chaos, Bumblebee moved to stand next to Optimus, watching the event unfold. The Prime looked guilty, as if he had made a mistake. Perhaps he had, given the reactions he's received. "I did not mean him harm."
Heatwave whirled around. "You just told him his creators are gone! You think he'd take it as a walk in the park? That he would be all fine and dandy!?"
"No, of course not, but I suspected he already knew-"
"No!" Heatwave scoffed. "He didn't already know! In fact, some part of him hoped they were just on some special operations mission and couldn't respond to him! I didn't have the spark to tell him that wasn't the reason-"
Optimus' servos shot up in defense. "Easy... I understand this must be difficult to witness-"
Heatwave grimaced, turning back to Chase. He was actually ignoring the Prime, and that shocked everyone.
His large servo traced gentle patterns over the officer's cheek. "Come on, buddy... Wake up... I know this is hard on you, but I have a promise to keep."
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When Chase awoke, he was surrounded by three worried faces, back in the firehouse. He rose up slowly. "What... Happened?"
Heatwave sighed, slumping back in relief. "You passed out. Prime rescheduled our meeting for another day..."
"You scared us," Boulder added. "So how are you feeling?"
Chase looked back at what had happened, his memory processor units struggling to remember exactly what was said. But when it clicked, his expression darkened. "Not... Well."
Blades nodded. "Need some space?"
"Yes... Please..."
Blades gave a nod, he and Boulder quickly left the room. Heatwave remained. He always did. No matter which team mate struggled, he'd linger the longest. He cared, but couldn't say it.
"You're lucky I caught you, avoided a big processor ache there," Heatwave finally spoke, moving to sit behind Chase. His arms wrapped heavily around the smaller mech's waist, like a security belt. "I should've told you."
"You suspected as much, didn't you? That my creators were deceased?" The officer mumbled, leaning back on the other.
"Yeah. It's like what happened with Inferno."
"Did the knowledge he was gone make you want to... Cry?"
"Yeah, it did," Heatwave nuzzled against the side of Chase's neck. "And hearing about your creators makes me wanna cry too. They treated me like I actually existed. To know they're actually gone..."
The officer bot's jaw trembled, and he turned quickly, burying his face into Heatwave's chest. He was unraveling and couldn't quite compute how to feel.
So he cried. He sobbed into his friend's chest, all while Heatwave did his damndest to hold back his own tears. Those large servos traced gentle circles, and his gruff voice whispered reassurances.
The firetruck hated seeing Chase in this condition. Hated seeing anyone cry. It made him feel things that he wasn't comfortable with addressing yet. Perhaps he'd gone soft...
• Class of minibot. Now this was never confirmed or denied within Bayverse (I think, can't get ahold of the comics), as he could've simply mass shifted/displaced, but I like to believe that he, in fact, is some form of minibot. They come in all shapes and sizes, he just happens to be four feet tall and full of catastrophic levels of rage. It's good for everyone else that he's only that tall. He'd do more than snap Crosshair's digit.
* Adding onto that, it's possible he was larger, yes. On Cybertron, it's very likely all the bots were larger (they all just shifted to better suit the Earth). But, I imagine the human-sized adaptation was something he preferred... Given he was going to be living around humans, after all.
• Opera is a passion, he just uses his abilities at inappropriate moments. It annoys the hell out of human companions, but he likes being cheeky here and there.
• Rom-com enjoyer. If he got to sit down and watch TV? You bet your ass he's watching a romantic comedy. He'll laugh to the point he can't see straight, then recalibrate his optics so he can continue watching. And yes, he has cried over some of them. Blamed his processor units, but that was solely him.
• Knight in shining armor mindset goes heavy with him. He loves the fictional demonstration of knights rather than historical accuracy.
• More tolerance for humans than other Cybertronians. This only applies to people who are good at driving, otherwise, road rage.
• Sir Edmund can't take him anywhere. Not that he's a bad guy or anything, he is just a traffic violation waiting to happen. And yes, for some reason, if he is allowed out, he will be the one driving.
• Cogman decided on the older, "out dated" look himself. His Cybertronian form is more sleek, but he liked the aesthetic appeal of being steampunk, in a sense. And also, he had every excuse just to slide into display armor. He is a lover of theatrics.
• Nobody knows where he found sustainable Energon for all the years he was on Earth. It's hard to say, though he most likely opted for Earthly substitutes that had just enough nutrition to keep him going. Variations of oil and other fluids. On the occasion he found Energon, he likely savored it.
Or, really, be might've had a shit ton stored in his stasis pod and just hid it around.
• Definitely the "grabs his pearls" at every minor inconvenience. He'll cast an arm over his face, and fall backwards onto a couch. Sir Edmund has seen it many times, and grew used to it. The first time it happened in front of other company? They weren't sure how they were supposed to feel about the loyal butler... Or Headmaster, rather, flopping around.
• Really only gets super theatric in front of those he knows.
• Would love theatre. Probably watches musicals. Depending on what year, he'll consume whatever musical media he can. And yes, he knows most word-for-word. The songs at least, who is really there for speaking bits?
• Collection of old trinkets. Has a shit ton stashed away in his own private chambers. Usually goes for the rarest antiques he can find.
• Not just a Rom-com enjoyer, he loves soap operas. They're just a fascinating watch for him. He likes trying to tie the ends together before the show does... And yes, he sticks around for the melodramatics.
Since I've been yapping so much about Rescuebots, here's what I think about who the others were raised by.
As mentioned in previous posts, Chase is a Jazz and Prowl sparkling.
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Heatwave:
He was forged in the AllSpark, and emerged from there. He ended up in the orphanage up to the point he was in the Academy.
No one adopted him. It was ultimately due to his attitude, but a lot of new parents and even experienced ones couldn't seem to handle his personality. Cocky, arrogant, easy to piss off.
He'd never admit that it made him a bit sad, but over the vorns it got to him and he accepted the fact that he just wouldn't be adopted.
Over and over, he'd watch other younglings find homes, found creators who'd love them to the fullest, and here he was stuck with nursing staff. They couldn't give him the attention he needed for emotional development, and it only got worse for him from there.
He got along well with the other younglings, protected the younger bitlets, but his attitude towards authoritative figures was another folly. He couldn't hold his tongue, he wasn't just rough, he was sharp around the edges, and he believed in earnest no one could ever want a sparkling so difficult.
And... He was right.
However, once in Academy, he reunited with his friends from early schooling and things felt much simpler without the stress of the orphanage. He was an adult, free, and working to become a firefighter.
And he might've gotten attached to his mentor and father-figure, Inferno.
Now, he calmed down into adulthood... Somewhat. And definitely managed to control his temper better on Griffin Rock, thanks to guidance from the late Inferno, but those issues still bubble just beneath the surface...
And he may project those insecurities here and there. It's one of his bad traits.
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Blades:
Blades was raised by a single carrier, a femme with warm optics and a kind spark. She was a slim frame, aerial type.
His sire was nowhere to be found, and his carrier never really gave him a name to go off of. She said there was an incident that had occured, and her mate- a tough-looking femme- had gone missing.
Blades never got the full story. His carrier was too torn apart whenever she talked about it, and he didn't want to burden her.
As he grew, his mother taught him everything she knew. His Cybertronian aerial frame was sleek and very stable (compared to how clumsy he felt in the future with rotor blades), and he had learned a few tricks. It took him awhile, especially with his anxiety disorder.
Yet his mother was incredibly patient with him, giving him all the time in the world he needed. She never rushed, pushed, or forced him to try something. She'd demonstrate and guide, letting him properly adjust to his frame.
And she held onto him as long as she could, but she was one proud carrier when he got into academy! You could hear her cheering the loudest.
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Boulder:
Boulder was raised by his dad and an older set of twin brothers. He was adopted into the family, like his older brothers, by their sire.
His dad was a quiet mech, kept his optics ahead and his helm placed squarely on his shoulders. Yet, he was oddly poetic. A veteran, looking for a second chance in life with these kids.
He saw it in his older sons. A flame burning in their sparks, a will to defend. They'd likely follow his footsteps. But Boulder, he saw a softer light in him, a flower waiting to bloom.
Boulder always had a passion for arts, and a soft spark for those who needed help. Any of those less fortunate than him were those he sought to care for. He made friends easily and spoke softly. If he could draw a laugh from someone, that was the happiest you saw him.
That boy would be better.
So, as Boulder went through school, studied in Academy, his father couldn't have been more proud of him. His boy would be a hero, one way or another. And you know his older brothers hugged him tight, proud of their little brother.
