Dinobot in my style/redesign cause I want him to keep his tail while in root mode (even though it probably becomes his lil shield thing but I don't care)
Also extra art of him and my oc, IV. IV is a lot more fiesty in this au cause she is constantly stressed and frustrated being the medic on the team. Here's her getting mad because Dinobot refuses to be repaired.
Commission for our beloved @peachypede and her oc IV x Perceptor! Also thank you @savvymantis for beta reading this for me.
Summary : Perceptor is tired but by Primus that’s not gonna stop him from loving his courted and her fuller figure.
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Perceptor is so tired, his frame aching from sitting still for so long, constantly focusing his scope to see the chemical makeup of any possible new synthetic energon creation.
Hopefully it could at least be a possible back up when supplies get low, or power things without the use of their food sources as well. The day feels like it stretched on for ages, a never ending cycle of zooming and unzooming, making sure someone wrote his observations down first before moving to the next sample.
Over and over and over again. He is exhausted. He punches the code into his habsuite, letting the door open, standing there for a moment before walking inside. He wants nothing more than to rest, to fall into a blissful recharge for the next several cycles.
The sound of wheels against the ground snap him from his sleepy daze, locking optics with the pair of bright white ones on a shiny black screen.
“Percy, you’re back! How was stuff at the lab?” IV’s soft voice chimes, warming his spark despite the reminder of work.
“It was long; it felt as though it dragged on for ages. I am just happy to be back to you.” The taller mech sighs, leaning down to kiss his courted, dermas pressing gently against her face screen.
His servos go to her thick waist, slowly pulling her away from her desk and off her chair, pulling her against his chassis as he slowly walks them to their shared berth. Kissing her screen continuously until the back of her knees hit the edge of the metal slab, yet instead of falling Percpetor lifts her higher before flopping them both down on top of it. He lays on top of her, almost melting like butter on warm pancakes atop his beloved.
“Oh primus, Percy!” IV laughs softly at how her normally put together courted is acting like an oversized cat to her now. Perceptor groans in pure relief, his joints aching from being in one spot too long, and now he gets to stretch out and get comfy.
The medbot squeaks servos flying to his shoulders as he kisses down her chassis, paying close attention to make sure he loves every groove and curve he comes across before he flops down across her midsection. Arms coiling loosely around her, burying his helm into her plush mesh.
“Truly like an in-vent of fresh air. So beautiful, so welcoming.” Percpetor squeezes her fuller sides letting the softer metal fill in through the gaps of his digits.
IV glances away, her screen turning blue the more she feels his servos squeeze at her softer figure, each squeeze accompanied with a kiss to her stomach.
“What is all this about? N-not that I mind but…” She trails off, looking down at her courted to find him limp against her, his optics slid closed while his microscope clicks something in code.
“I love you, my dear. You always make my days better.” Percpetor slowly opens his optics again, blue ones meeting her white ones in a tender gaze. The crosshairs over his optic form a little heart as he nuzzles deeply into her stomach’s mesh.
“I love you too! I’m glad you’re content and all but isn’t this a bit much?” IV chuckles, her antenna wiggling, tapping against each other nervously. Her spark thrums loudly in her chassis.
“Never. I was locked away inside the lab all day, with no time to see my big beautiful courted, no time to hold you, kiss you, to sink into your warmth like this… Primus, it’s so good to return to you.” Percpetor sighs happily, his servos sliding down from her squeezable sides to her thick thighs.
IV squeaks, feeling his servos move past her metal plating and gripping the softer mesh between, making her squeeze her thighs around his waist from where he laid.
“Stars above, if I had an engine it would be purring right now.” He’s never felt more comfortable in his life.
“Well…your scope is doing a pretty good job at telling me how much you’re enjoying this.”
IV snorts as the dial on his scope clicks more, a mix of loving this and cursing himself out for being so predictable. It’s his fault for teaching her morse code so she could understand his clicks.
But how can he be mad about it when she looks so happy?
It’s been forever since it was posted but I still think about @hoiststowline’s cute stargazing Perceptor x reader fic. So I decided to draw it with Percy and human au IV.
Father's day thing for Ratchet with my oc. This is pre-war so Ratchet is a bit softer. My au Ratchet is a combination of many different Ratchets. IV is a forged Cybertronian made by him and this is the day she gets turned online. All fluff here.
The ceiling is red, blue, and yellow in a simple dotted pattern.
Pretty.
She lifts a servo up, as if attempting to touch the colors.
“Ep, ep, ep! No moving yet!” The sharp voice startles her, causing her pull back her servo immediately. There’s a larger mech, red and white with a stern face, beside her berth. He moves closer to gently put her servo down beside her on the berth where it had been before she came online. His servo then comes to rest on the top of her helm, gentle and reassuring. There is a computer in front of him that he types into. “You just turned online today. We need to calibrate you properly. Make sure I did everything right…”
She knows him despite never really meeting him. He’s Ratchet, one of the most proficient doctors on Cybertron, but her coding tells her the most important thing about him to her is that he’s her creator.
And he loves her.
“Hello.” She says as she smiles up at him with bright blue eyes. The pupils of them white like little stars. It earns the first of many gentle smiles she receives from her creator.
“Hello, my little starlight.” He chuckles, rubbing her helm. “I’m glad your voice box is working properly.”
She blinks.
“Is Starlight my name?”
“No, no.” Ratchet is chuckling again. “Your name is IV.”
“IV…and I am a medical assistant!”
“Yes, you are. For your formative years, at least. After that, who knows. Maybe further schooling...” He types a bit more on his computer. IV realizes she has sensors all over her frame and innately she knows these are for taking medical readings. “You have a systolic pressure of 180…sparkthrum is 30 cycles per minute…”
“Those are normal readings for a bot my size.”
“Yes, they are. Good. Your programmed knowledge is working.”
IV beams, happy to gain his praise.
“Now you can move a bit. Lift your helm up and down, please.”
The new forgeling does so, nodding her helm against the berth.
“Good. Now lift your servos…”
They go on. Meticulously. Step by step. Ratchet is thorough in testing if her systems run well and IV is happy to follow every order. The ceiling is those colors and patterns for a reason she finds out. A way to properly calibrate her optics with introducing her to various different colors as the first thing she sees.
Once her optics, arms, servos, legs, and pedes are all checked for proper movement, Ratchet begins to take off her medical sensors and prompts her to sit up in the berth.
“Careful now. If everything is correct, and it should be, then you should be able to walk with no trouble at all.”
Her creator holds out his servos, expectant, and IV places hers in them. They’re big and warm compared to hers. The sensitive pads on her palm and digits detect textures of worn metal in them. His servos are the first thing she’s ever properly felt other than the berth and she is distracted. The smaller digits trace the worn textures and find tiny dents. Her creator is an older mech, worn down by time, and it’s her first realization of age as well. Strange, new, and fascinating.
Ratchet can’t help but gaze fondly down at his creation, also distracted by the curiosity she takes in his servos. Cycles of work, all of the free time he had off, all poured into his creation before him that was finally moving and exploring the world. Her creation day. A day he had been looking forward to for a long, long time.
He gently closes his digits around her servos. This gains her attention as she looks up at him.
“First steps. Come on.” He’s excited. Anticipation made him rush the moment a bit. His internal camera is waiting to take the pictures, even though he already had taken multiple of her first smiles.
He begins to help her pull away from the berth. Her pedes touch the floor and she’s slightly shaky but her systems calibrate and she begins to walk. The larger medbot lets go of her for a bit, she stumbles slightly but re-calibrates again and she walks normally once more.
IV grins and laughs and does a small spin.
“Careful! We’re not doing anything special here!” Ratchet can’t help but laugh as well, grabbing onto her before she was about to attempt to run. He hugs her tightly and she returns it, her face nuzzling against his chassis. He hums and rests his chin on the top of her helm.
I’ve been reading this webtoon called Gal-Axy and the alien love interest in it reminds me so much of what Perceptor would be like in love, so I redrew my favorite favorite couple of panels with Percy and IV.
