Shockwave = Jay x Nya x Pixal (Also sometimes just Jay x Nya)
Named such since Jay is the master of Lighting, Nya is the Master of Water and Pixal is a Nindroid.
Cyberstorm = Jay x Nya x Pixal
Named such since Jay is the master of lightning, and Nya is the Master of water, thus her and Jay being storm and Cyber being that Pixal is a Nindroid.
Bam, new idea. Jay and Pixal facing off against each other in a video game, it's the most intense competition that's ever occurred in the Monastery of Spinjitzu.
Cole is leaning on the head of the sofa yelling things like "kick his ass, Pix!", or "yeahhh you got it!" and then taking large sips from his guzzler, Kai constantly fucking with them, sometimes hugging them both of them, sometimes playfully shaking them around, anything to mess with them, Nya is clapping no matter what happens, she couldn't care less, Zane is saying enthusiastic remarks to both sides because he's cool like that, and Lloyd is so glued to the screen he doesn't care who's winning, he just really likes to see all the action on the screen.
Eventually, Wu comes in, hearing all the ruckus, about to say something, but then Nya silently gestures him in to watch and Wu, realizing the greatest gamers in his Monastery are at it with each other, decides to silently watch, like a supportive lil' grandpa.
The battle sadly ends in a draw, as The Chicken comes in and activates her lightning mode and running into the TV, causing it to short circuit, thus ending the game.
Pixal and Jay both accept it as a draw, and promise each other a rematch, and Pixal promises to remember to NOT leave The Chicken in the living room.
They shake hands and both electrocute each other a bit, as a way to say "next time, I will NOT go so easy".
Then the ninja all go out for pizza with Wu and Pixal joining along too, just for the fun of it!
@legogeek33 made me start shipping cyberstorm so i had to make a new variation of the meme i made earlier, it goes both ways in my hc & i think thats beautiful [also so sorry pixal stans i couldnt find a good transparent image of pixal from the show so i had to use a lego figure one]
So, if it’s okie with you...c-could we maybe get a drabble about Perceptor finding out about the Cyberstorm sparklings when they were still incubating, and how brainstorm and cybertron reacted when they were born?? Please..? :3
This became wayyyy too long but whatever. This is my guilty pleasure so I’m more than happy to write it.
Additional content: (kinda) tentacle sex, make outs, polyamory
polyamory solves everything
Perceptor doesn’t move and that’s the most worrying reaction Brainstorm could have ever imagined. He had been having some trouble recently with being able to work since his energy levels have been way lower than normal on average from maintaining eight newsparks. Nothing bad had happened, no, Brainstorm’s been far too careful for that, far more careful than he’s been with anything else ever which was likely the first clue that Perceptor had picked up on. The next was the complete halt to late nights in the labs that then lead to Perceptor picking up on how much more he had been refueling and recharging. So, with a not-so-gentle encouragement from Ratchet, Brainstorm built up the courage to finally tell Perceptor that he’s incubating eight sparks until their strong enough to emerge and survive on their own. When Brainstorm finally managed to let the words slip off his glossa, he wished he could take them back when he saw how stiff Perceptor went. He still doesn’t move, even as Brainstorm shifts nervously, looking away after not being able to take Perceptor’s intense gaze anymore.
“Come on, Percy,” Brainstorm whispers, achingly vulnerable and suddenly afraid, of what exactly he’s not sure, “Can’t you give me something here?”
The words seem to pull Perceptor from his stunned state so he’s vigorously shaking his head to clear and lets his arms fall from their crossed position over his chest. Still not saying a word, Perceptor takes a step forward and places a gentle servo over Brainstorm’s spark chamber to feel the thrumming life within, his optics flickering with a complex emotion that Brainstorm can’t quite decipher.
“This is insane, Brainstorm,” Perceptor speaks barely above a whisper, his optics transfixed on Brainstorm’s chest, “How did this even happen? How is this even possible?”
Brainstorm clears his intake awkwardly and laughs a little hysterically, “I, uh, I don’t think you’d believe me…”
“You’ve spoken to Ratchet, yes?” Perceptor continues rambling on, not seeming to really hear what Brainstorm has to say.
“Yes, Percy, contrary to your perceptions of me, I’m not that stupid,” Brainstorm snaps a little more defensively than he really means to.
“N-n-no. No! No…” Perceptor stutters, his voice almost turning frantic before he forces himself to calm down, his hands reaching up to cup Brainstorm’s face in a gentle hold.
Brainstorm’s optics flick between Perceptor’s, searching for the cause behind this behavior that feels so uncharacteristic of Perceptor that his initial anger is immediately quelled by the confusion welling up in his chest. The hands on his face jump and flinch like they’re being shocked with jolts of electricity but Perceptor doesn’t move to pull away, in fact, he leans in seemingly unconsciously. With a soft intake of air, Brainstorm’s optics widen with stark realization, a harrowing feeling chills his spark as he comes to a terrible conclusion.
Perceptor is afraid.
“Percy,” Brainstorm’s voice turns gentle as he brings his hands up to cover Perceptor’s, stilling them somewhat, “It’s going to be okay. I’m okay.”
“I just don’t understand,” Perceptor gasps, his face shifting into obvious distress, “This shouldn’t be possible and there’s no way your systems could support that many newsparks all at once.”
“It is and I can,” Brainstorm insists, ducking his head down to force Perceptor to look him in the optic instead of looking at his chest.
Perceptor doesn’t say anything as he worries his lip, meeting Brainstorm’s optics with an increasingly worried gaze. Brainstorm sighs and lowers Perceptor’s hands from his face, holding onto them to offer some amount of reassurance.
“Percy… here,” Brainstorm lets his chest plates slide open, the mechanisms creating fainting clicking sounds as they settle into place.
A bright light illuminates from within his chest that’s almost to the point of being blinding and inside surrounding Brainstorm’s steadily pulsing spark are eight sparks fluttering rhythmically as if talking to one another. All at once, Perceptor suddenly feels very flustered at the sight of Brainstorm’s spark but to see it so strong if tired does fill him with no small amount of relief. He finds himself transfixed as his optics travel from newspark to newspark that are all encased in their metallic shells just about ready to be on their own. It’s a silly notion, but Perceptor almost feels he can catch a glimpse of each newspark’s personality in the way they react to each other and he could swear that two of them are actually arguing with each other. What a troublesome bunch they’ll be which is a thought that somehow manages to bring a smile to Perceptor’s face instead of his signature unamused glare. The newsparks will likely turn the lab all but upside down when they can walk and, oh goodness, not to mention when they settle into their altmodes.
Perceptor stiffens and pulls his hands away, feeling suddenly like a stranger in his own home, in his own lab and takes a step back from Brainstorm. Brainstorm lets him go and closes his chestplates, carefully watching Perceptor’s behavior as he’s not quite sure what to make of that reaction but he wants to give Perceptor the benefit of the doubt. With a hand outstretched, Brainstorm steps closer to Perceptor but stops when he shakes his head and curls in on himself. Hot air escapes Brainstorm’s vents as his frustration mounts, never being one to like being at a loss.
“Percy, what is it? What’s wrong?” Brainstorm throws his hands out wide helplessly, not knowing what to do.
Perceptor doesn’t respond immediately, gathering his thoughts but when he does it’s hesitant, almost shy, “Who’s are they? Don’t tell me this wasn’t with a partner or several because it had to be. Otherwise… Otherwise, you wouldn’t have kept it secret so long right? You would have bragged nonstop on how you were able to retrieve eight unique sparks or something like that.”
Brainstorm rubs the back of his helm and looks away guiltily, “Yeah, it was but I don’t think it’s exactly what you’re thinking.”
“And what am I thinking, exactly?” Perceptor responds flatly.
“I didn’t plan on this, I didn’t specifically go out of my way to get a bunch of newsparks to… to test or something like that,” Brainstorm trails off at the end, a sour taste filling his mouth at the words.
“No!” Perceptor shouts and startles Brainstorm badly enough he stumbles back, “That’s not it! That’s not it at all. I can’t believe you would…”
Perceptor cuts himself off and turns around, reigning in his fury with hurt stinging his optics.
Brainstorm steadies himself and crosses the short distance to Perceptor but doesn’t dare try to touch him, “Do you want to meet him? Is it that you’re worried he isn’t a good person or that he’s just using me?”
“He’s the last person I want to meet,” Perceptor grits out, screwing his optics shut, “If I never see him it will be too soon.”
“Heh, well that might be a bit hard,” Brainstorm jokes before he can stop himself and immediately regrets it.
Perceptor whirls around to face him, expression indignant and understandably hurt, “This isn’t the time to joke. I don’t find this situation very funny.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Brainstorm sucks in a vent and says, “I just mean he’s here. I’m trying to tell you who he is… I’m doing it very badly though.”
Perceptor studies his expression, not sure what to make of any of this then says very slowly, “What are you trying to say?”
“Honestly?” Brainstorm chances a hand on Perceptor’s shoulder, “It’ll be easier just to show you.”
That’s how Perceptor finds himself in a dark tunnel that feels like it goes on forever, following Brainstorm with hesitant steps and feeling more and more uncertain with each one. Who could possibly be down here? None of this is making any sense. His mind is whirling with several possibilities, each one worse than the last until they reach an entrance of sorts that’s illuminated brightly from within with a soft blue light. Curiosity towards what is ahead of them momentarily distracts Perceptor’s thoughts and he begins to work up the courage to ask Brainstorm where it is exactly they’re going just as they cross the threshold and anything he was going to say is completely lost. Staring up, he sees a massive spark the likes of which he’s never seen before. Perceptor can feel the gentle warmth of it in its soft glow, enchanted by the simple elegance of the design of the casing. This is certainly nothing like anything Perceptor was expecting.
“Percy, I think you already know Cybertron,” Brainstorm gestures dramatically to the large spark hanging above them.
Perceptor’s mouth drops open and there absolutely no words for the feelings flooding his systems as he falls to his knees.
“Whoa, Percy, you okay?” Brainstorm rushes to Perceptor’s side only to turn to the large spark as a low thrumming sound echoes through the chamber, “Yeah, I think he’s just stunned.”
Another low sound reverberates through them and Brainstorm responds again, “This isn’t something one would expect, no. He just needs a moment to process everything and then we can explain everything.”
Perceptor blinks at Brainstorm, his brow furrowing deeply with confusion, the inane situation almost too much for him to handle at this point.
“You can understand that? You can understand what he’s saying?” Perceptor hisses incredulously, feeling far, far out of his depth.
Brainstorm turns back to him with surprise, “You can’t?”
Perceptor shakes his head fervently and Brainstorm clicks his tongue, at a bit of a loss himself.
“Well… no matter,” Brainstorm shrugs it off as he does with most momentous things he finds inconvenient, “What’s important is you know who my partner is… Cybertron himself.”
Perceptor moves to lie on his back and closes his optics, “Leave it to you to find the most outrageous individual to carry sparklings for.”
Brainstorm laughs a bit nervously and sits down next to Perceptor, patting him on the shoulder.
“So, you’re not mad at me anymore right?” Brainstorm’s hand stills and he doesn’t meet Perceptor’s optics when he looks up at Brainstorm.
“I wasn’t mad at you.”
Brainstorm looks down at him, “Really? Because back there it really seemed like you were.”
“I…” Perceptor scoffs in disgust of himself, “I wasn’t angry with you. I was angry at myself and…”
He stops, swallowing thickly as he’s suddenly unsure whether or not he can really tell Brainstorm how he felt, how he feels.
“And?” Brainstorm supplies helpfully.
“And that they aren’t mine,” Perceptor says softly, “I’m not… a part of this.”
Brainstorm looks at Perceptor for a moment then up at Cybertrons spark and lays down next to Perceptor, taking his hand in his own. Perceptor turns his helm to the side and clings to Brainstorm’s hand, suddenly worried he’d let go and just leave him there to be tormented by his thoughts. Rubbing his thumb over the back of Perceptor’s hand, Brainstorm does his best to ease him, scooching closer so Perceptor has to shift so he’s now practically lying on Brainstorm. This is closer than Perceptor has ever gotten to Brainstorm but with his spark so entangled with want, with need, he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. He rests his free hand on Brainstorm’s chest and tucks in closer to him, closing his optics to focus on the steady thrum of the sparks in Brainstorm’s chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before,” Brainstorm whispers, tucking his head against Perceptor’s helm, “I didn’t realize you’d want to be a part of this. I thought you’d want nothing to do with it.”
His words are genuine but that just makes the sentiment sting all the more and Perceptor grits his denta in frustration then gasps as a strong presence overwhelms him and he looks back up at the large spark. The deep rumbles shaking his frame are as incoherent as they were before but undeniably comforting, the very sound calming his spark.
“I don’t know what I did to give you that impression,” Perceptor gives Brainstorm’s hand a little squeeze and almost chokes on his words as Brainstorm turns on his side and pulls Perceptor close, “but I care for you deeply so for you to hide this from me…”
“Yeah,” Brainstorm moves fully over Perceptor and takes off his mask, “That makes sense. Sorry again.”
Perceptor’s gaze settles firmly on Brainstorm’s exposed lips and his intake goes dry.
“Brainstorm?” he manages weakly.
“So, does that mean you want to help me raise them?” Brainstorm asks cheekily in a way that Perceptor knows he already knows the answer.
He obliges Brainstorm with a nod anyway, then those lips are on his, stopping any and all thought processes. The soft derma of Brainstorm’s lips part his easily to let his hot glossa slip into Perceptor’s mouth, exploring with the chaotic thoroughness only Brainstorm can wield. Perceptor relaxes into the kiss, wrapping his arms behind Brainstorm’s neck to pull him in as close as he can. He moans as Brainstorm fingers find sensitive plating at his hips, pulling them up to grind their panels together roughly so that there will definitely be paint transfers. Perceptor can’t find it in himself to care as Brainstorm kisses his cheek then his chin then his neck, sucking firmly on the neck cables there with his hot vents brushing over the wet cables every time he breaks away. An insistent pressure pushes against Perceptor’s valve cover, making him jump and he looks to find two cables from the mass surrounding Cybertron’s spark moving, realizing that Cybertron decided to get on the fun.
Brainstorm doesn’t seem to mind as he recaptures Perceptor’s lips, moaning directly into Perceptor’s intake as he lets his panels open. Other than the distinct click of panels opening, Perceptor could tell that’s exactly what Brainstorm had done as warm lubricant drips onto Perceptor’s plating making him shiver. Fully sinking into the kiss, Perceptor lets go of whatever sense of pride he had left and exposes his valve to Cybertron’s cable, the smooth metal feeling surprisingly warm as it pushes through his wet folds. He stops thinking so much and just feels with Brainstorm’s weight and touch on top of him as the cable pushes further and teases his entrance. Brainstorm bites down on Perceptor’s shoulder, getting him to cry out as the cable pushes into Brainstorm’s valve enough so Perceptor can feel it pushing against Brainstorm’s plating. Perceptor pants as the cable between his legs pushes slowly into him, pulsing with charge and heat in a dizzying rhythm. The cables thrust in and out of them lazily as Brainstorm kisses Perceptor again, pulling Perceptor’s glossa into his mouth to moan around it. Perceptor can feel Brainstorm’s lubricant run against his plating and into his valve as the thick cables stretch them.
The cables suddenly feel bigger, pushing against the walls of their valves as the pace quickens, leaving them breathless. They have to break the kiss so they can both vent as Cybertron makes the cables writhe in their valves. Brainstorm holds onto Perceptor for dear life as his frame begins to shake before stiffening in overload, his pedes finding and tucking behind Perceptor’s as lubricant gushes from his valve. Perceptor sucks in a sharp vent, the look of pure pleasure on Brainstorm’s doing things to his spark and the sensation of hot fluid filling his valve, Perceptor overloads beneath Brainstorm. The cables pull out of their valves leaving mixed fluids in their wake and Perceptor comes back to himself enough to feel embarrassed by it.
Brainstorm rolls back to Perceptor’s side, his head slumped heavily on his shoulder and his optics become lidded as though he’s about ready for recharge. Looking at the small pools on the ground between his legs, Perceptor’s face heats up at the sight while confused by it. His innate curiosity takes over and he can’t help but ask.
“Transfluid?”
Looking at what Perceptor is referring to, Brainstorm quickly looks away and buries his face in Perceptor’s shoulder.
“Uh, yeah,” Brainstorm mumbles awkwardly, trying to pass off as casual and failing, “Cybertron figured out a way to divert transfluid after he learned that I like that sort of thing. Sorry if it bothers you.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” he replies a little too readily but he doesn’t try to take back the statement knowing full well that he meant it.
Brainstorm lifts up his head enough to offer Perceptor a shy smile before snuggling back in and together beneath the gentle glow of Cybertron, they fall into a heavy recharge practically sung to sleep by the soothing voice of Cybertron.
It’s sometime later after everything was revealed to Perceptor but it’s still nothing less than a marvel to see the eight small bundles all tucked into the small carriages they’re using to take them to visit the core. Their hands are so small compared to Perceptor’s and Brainstorm’s and some of them can’t even fit their whole hand around one of their fingers. A need to protect them and a sense of pride wells up in Perceptor’s chest. These sparklings will rely on him to give them comfort, care, and guidance when they’re old enough and he intends to be there for them every step of the way to watch these marvels grow. Just a few steps ahead of him, Brainstorm is likely having a very similar moment as he dotes on a particularly fussy sparkling, going so far as to pluck them from the carriage and rest them on his shoulder to soothe them. A soft smile spreads across Perceptor’s face, having accepted at some point his unrelenting fondness of the insane, chaotic, wonderful mech in front of him wasn’t going to just go away. He doesn’t think he can ever compete with Cybertron himself but there is a place for him here at Brainstorm’s side where he can do things that Cybertron couldn’t hope to be able to do.
They follow the familiar path down to Cybertron’s spark and the moment Cybertron detects the presence of the sparklings, cables reach out to pick up and cradle every single one of them. He pulls them all close to his spark and washes them in comforting waves while speaking to them in the familiar deep rumble that Perceptor had come to connect with the living planet. The sparklings giggle and beep happily at the presence of the spark they know on instinct, some even going so far as to reach out to press their little hands against the casing. Maybe Cybertron can’t see them as the average mech can but he can feel them and know that they are happy and safe.
Brainstorm moves to Perceptor’s side and rests his head on Perceptor’s shoulder as he watches the scene unfold in front of him with a contented smile. He’s still tired after having carried eight sparklings but had been energetic enough to insist that they take the sparklings to the core as soon as possible. Perceptor, knowing that there was no way he was going to win the argument, agreed that the very next morning they would take the sparklings down, happy that Brainstorm would wait even that long. If he’s honest with himself, it was worth the trouble to see and feel how truly happy Cybertron is to see the once weak and sickly sparks so strong and lively now. Brainstorm had tried to explain it to him, how Cybertron could feel the sparks in the wells of his form and every time one of them flickered before extinguishing for good. There were those he had tried and failed to save to preserve but only so many survived the process. Perceptor’s spark ached thinking of all of Cybertron’s desperate efforts to save those newsparks making what’s happening right here, right now all the more wonderful.
“I’m glad you’re here with us,” Brainstorm confesses quietly as Cybertron continues to entertain the sparklings, “I don’t like to admit it but I was a little scared. I knew I wanted to do it but… but it’s a lot so I’m happy you’re here.”
“I’m happy to help,” Perceptor pats Brainstorm’s head and sighs, “It’s going to be a lot of work but I’m looking forward to a lot of it I think.”
“Good,” Brainstorm nods and plants a kiss on Perceptor’s cheek, surprising him and making him feel a little nervous.
Perceptor turns to look at Brainstorm and just stares as he tries to get his mouth to catch up with his whirling mind but a wave of unfiltered love, adoration, and even a bit of lust is sent straight through his systems. His optics flicker to Cybertron’s spark that flashes just so that Perceptor is pretty sure he’s laughing at him. In any case, Perceptor realizes that maybe he was wrong and he’s actually a much bigger part of this than he realized. Well, if that’s the case, he thinks as he pulls Brainstorm in a tight hug, then that sounds just about perfect to him.
