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Another year, another chap lol

As a happy birthday to Cale and all the Chois, I brought gifts!!!!!

A 17k+ chapter 16 and a bonus 2k2 deleted scene - Basically, a 20k words update for my reaction fic ayyyy

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Cuddling Will Protect Me From the Monsters!

Rating: General Audiences  Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime Relationship: Breakdown/Knock Out Characters: Breakdown/Knock Out Additional Tags: kobd - Freeform, Fluff, Oneshot, Cuddling, just pure fluff, They're in love and nobody can tell me otherwise, God Hasbro just let them be in love! Movie Night Language: English Posted: 2021-02-09

"Knock Out and Breakdown decide to watch a movie. Breakdown wonders if it was a good idea to let Knock Out pick."

Decided to post some of my ao3 fics here for.... reasons. I’m posting my older fics and oneshots to see how they’re received before posting stuff like my feralscream fic. I had to change a word in this version bc originally this was posted BEFORE I knew said word was bad. Just a word of warning before u click on the link.

Mechs, when first meeting Knock Out and Breakdown, would often say that Breakdown was the fearless one while Knock Out was more cowardly. Maybe it was because Breakdown seemed like a brick wall when compared to Knock Out, maybe it was because of Knock Outs more… flighty tendencies. Whatever the reason, Breakdown could understand why they would think such things, but at the same time, the large blue mech knew how very, very wrong they were! While Breakdown may have been a former Wreaker, there was a big difference between fearlessly whacking someone with a 20-ton hammer in battle, and practically everything else. Breakdown, sometimes, wondered if he just lacked self-preservation instincts and wasn’t actually fearless. However, the current situation made him think the opposite.

They were watching a human horror film, their shared hab completely dark except for the almost-blinding light coming from the console screen. The two grounders where cuddling on the berth, opposite the screen, and Breakdown was clinging to the smaller red racer for dear life.

‘I’m pretty sure Knock Out’s the one that’s fearless!’ Breakdown thought, clinging to his conjux a little tighter. He was absolutely **terrified **right now.

Knock Out, meanwhile, was having a great time. He was munching on rust bunnies and watching the movie intently. He was, well, on the edge of his seat. Or on the edge of the berth. He found these slasher films, especially the ones that were considered “older” by human standards, to be quite cheesy. Not at all scary. He had certainly seen and experienced far more horrifying things during his time as the Decepticon CMO. He let out a little silent, breathy chuckle as Breakdown started hugging him tighter, patting one of his arms gently. It was one of those scenes where it was all quiet, yet you could tell the character wasn’t alone in the building. There were tense, yet quiet, strings playing, a low droning sound for added suspense and anxiety, thrill and fear. Knock Out had to admit it wasn’t that bad of a scene.

When the character heard a strange noise down the hall, and started walking towards it, Breakdown hugged Knock Out a bit too hard. “Ohhhhhhh no, you aft! Don’t be stupid! Don’t go in there! Oh Primus, they’re fragging dead!” He exclaimed, as Knock Out wheezed and pushed a little bit on the bigger bot’s chest.

“Breakie- ow- You’re kind of crushing me here!” Knock Out complained gently with a tense smile. Breakdown relaxed his hold a little bit, allowing Knock Out to not be in pain.

“Sorry…” Breakdown replied sheepishly. Knock Out just gave him another pat on the arm.

“I’m just surprised that you’re so scared of this. I mean- come on! It’s a cheesy human horror film! Nothing about this is scary!”

“How- Knock Out, this is terrifying!”

Knock Out actually snorted at that. “We’ve been at war for millions of years, seen so many things, and you’re scared of a human in a weird looking mask with a knife?” He ribbed with a smile.

“I- Glowworm, that human is a convicted murderer that escaped from a MENTAL HOSPITAL! Of course I’m scared!”

Knock Out had to hold back a snort. “This… This isn’t real Breakdown! It’s just fictional!”

“Still doesn’t mean I can’t be scared! What happens if this was real? I could still be hurt, even if it just a human!”

Knock Out let out a gentle laugh. “Like I would let anyone hurt you.” He purred, moving to sit in Breakdown’s lap, leaning against him as he munched on another rust bunny.

Breakdown smiled, opening his mouth to retort, when suddenly the murderer popped onto the screen with a awful noise. Knock Out shrieked loudly, dropping the bucket of rust bunnies as he latched onto Breakdown. His claws were latched onto Breakdown’s plating like his life depended on his ability to hold on. They sat in silence for a while, Knock Outs panicky invents beginning to slow down, before looking at each other. Their faceplates twisted in a very poor (and very futile) attempt to not smile, before one of them snorted. Then they started giggling. Then it turned into full-blown laughter. Breakdown didn’t know why they were laughing, they just both found it funny.

Knock Out wheezed. “Oh… oh man… that was… that was pretty dumb of me!” He smiled, wiping some coolant from his eyes, “I was poking… poking fun at you… for being scared…” it took him a while to continue because of how hard he was laughing, “and then I get scared from a fragging… a fragging JUMPSCARE!”

Breakdown could barely invent enough to talk. “Yeah… yeah… that was.. That was pretty… pretty dumb!” He grinned.

After a few more minutes of laughing, both mechs calmed down. Soon, they were cuddled up with each other, the bucket of rust bunnies (which was now all over the floor) forgotten. Knock Out was resting his head against Breakdown’s chest, listening to his spark beat.

“Hey, Breakie?”

“Yeah?”

“I just want you to know… if something like this did ever happen… I would protect you. I wouldn’t let… let the crazed psychopath,” he couldn’t help but smile at that, as the mental image was a bit funny, “ hurt you in any way…”

Breakdown sat in silence for a little bit, before leaning his helm against Knock Out’s. “I would too, Glowworm, I would too.”

[thursdaysatthecafe]

January sunset. 🤍

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Guys!! Surprise!!! I'm actually still ALIVE!!!!!!

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Reverse React fic idea

Okay hear me out.

You know how react fics are actually thinly veiled excuses to show off what an awesome person Cale is? What if we twist that around a little bit?

So everything's the same at first glance, right? Literally everyone and their mother is here (kidding, just the most important ppl), and this host comes up.

(Or the unseen organizer, depending on whether or not you like a host OC here)

But.......

This host/organizer hates Cale. Like, despises him. Probably a Sealed God's follower or smth the like. They can't just make something out of nothing and put untrue bullshits on the screen, but they sure as hell can cut things around to paint Cale in the worst light possible.

Like, him being a transmigrator, him being happy at his "stolen" identity, him going around and scamming people, him using his knowledge to manipulate ppl around him, him generally acting even remotely "villainous".

No heroics to be found, just a video reel of Cale acting trashy.

Cale, at first, would be scared. He would be terrified, really. But as the video went on and he caught onto the malice directed at him, he calms right down, because that's who Cale is.

He would then spend the rest of the time prying the host/organizer's identity out of them, and plan an appropriate payback for this invasion of privacy.

Hell, at some point, he even nods in agreement, because, yeah, he's a trash, and it's about time everyone wakes up and notices that!

The rest of the participants, though, while may be confused at first, take one look at the badly edited slander on the screen, and collectively goes "Bullshit!"

Cale stealing og!Cale's identity? Kim Rok Soo, the og!Cale, smiles at the screen nastily.

Cale planning on using Choi Han? Choi Han wants to say that he doesn't have to stab his heart to kill a bastard.

Cale scamming Whipper? Harol lays out the enormous help Cale had given them, and that at one point, Cale was fighting for Whipper more than Whipper was fighting for itself (a la Whipper King, the bastard)

Cale scamming the Jungle? Litana raises the issue of Cale waking up from fainting, goes straight to save the Jungle and then fainting again.

Cale scamming Alberu? Alberu dignifiedly says that it's a partnership, and that it's his money, his choice.

Cale being implied saying he's ignoring the atrocities in front of him? Everyone snorts because they all know that immediately after that, Cale has bled to put a stop to all of those acts.

Cale saying he's not getting involved with that? On rolls her eyes: "So he said. Like a liar."

Basically, I just want a bastard who tries so hard to discredit Cale in his ppl's eyes only for Cale to nod along like he agrees with it and for the rest to become even more sympathetic to Young Master Cale who has such a soft heart who keeps getting himself hurt to save them all-

Cale: See, I am a tr-

Everyone: A HERO!!! OUR HERO!!!! OUR LORD AND SAVIOR!!! OUR GUIDING LIGHT FROM ANOTHER WORLD, THE CHOSEN OF THE GODS-

tldr: Cale suffered from Emotional Damages, but not the kind the host/organizer wants :)))))))))))))))

[messy-haired-bum]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The second chapter of the year lmaooooo

Happy belated birthday, Cale, Choi Han, Choi Jung Soo. Your birthday is actually what motivate me to update lmao.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New chapter has dropped!!!! *shamelessly self-promoting*

Also, I’ve revised all the other 9 chapters, adding characters and reactions, which totalled at at least 5000 more words. So, if you can, I’d love it if you decide to re-read.

(Please do, says me, desperately.)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New chapter dropped!!! Just in time too! Happy birthday Kim Rok Soo, Choi Han and Choi Jung Soo!!!