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MORE OPMEG WEDDING PICS AHHHH!!!!!

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WHY CANT IT BE MEEEEE?!?! GUYS MY WIFE IS CHEATING ON ME 😭😭😭😭

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MY TIK TOK FEED JUST GAVE ME A RANDOM EDIT OF BIRB MAN!! WHO IS THIS BIRB MAN!!!!!

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I am so normal about him

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New Beginnings: Old and New Wounds

Part One

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Solars IDW Series: TF!IDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Introduction             Other Series

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Original

Notes: Hi guys! Obviously I already have two Chapters from over a year ago. I was originally going to just continue but realized after re-reading them both that I wanted to add more and do a full rewrite.

Obviously this story is very different and is very story driven but still contains smut scenes. It’s of course completely up to you the reader rather you like this or not. Same thing for if you like the new or old story for Drift/Deadlock. I hope you all can still find enjoyment in this story and choose to read at your own risk and enjoyment.

Another thing to know about this story is it’s dark but not crazy dark. A dream fantasy with these characters and drama based. Again, I know, super random idea for changing up the story a bit. But it’s where I chose to write the story.

Please do not harass and bully anyone who chooses to read, like, and any other form of interaction with this post. Don’t like, don’t read.

This post is purely for entertainment for those who find joy in it.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter and see you all in Part 2!!!

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Contents/TW: 21+, MDNI, Toxic Relationship, Sweet Moments, Heavy Scenes, Read at your own Risk, Harem(Femmes too), Pharma x Reader, Manhandling, Gore/Blood, Thicc Boy, Smut, Mention of Drug Use, Kinky Sh*t, Implied Cheating, Manhandling, Implied DV, Long Chapter, Edging, Cheating, Implied Cheating, Drug Use, Sexual Assault, Nudity, Spike in Valve, Tummy Bulge, Few Time Jumps.

Story Notes: this story is based on the IDW MTMTE comics but the story is altered to be pretty different in most ways. Taking it as more like a setting over just following the story. So a lot of the characters are a bit out of character in this fic.

Adding in more for how I wish to write the story as well as added in lore of my own for the story. Lots of characters are in this story. I hope you’re all able to still enjoy them.

Another thing I wish to add because this is an adult series there is nudity. Femme, mech and gender neutral Cybertronians ALL have spikes, valves, and titties. Not into that there’s the door. So reader does have a spike and titties in the later chapters. Hope you all enjoy that my precious little freaks.

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Enjoy!

It was a time of peace and balance on the planet of Cybertron, the growth of law and stability on Cybertron from the beginning and the time of Knights in the past of Cybertron. The sun shines bright over the large city of Iacon. Mech, femmes, bots and other types of Cybertronians of sizes and individuality filling the cities and buildings across the land.

All types filling the streets of the running city. Bots, predicons, minicons, animal types, mixed, and more.

Chatting and living among themselves in their own world. All going on their day to live at peace and joy to the best of their abilities. A few in their alt modes vehicle and not.

Carrying on in the bright afternoon walks a special kind and short mech in yellow with bright blue optics just making his way over to the one of many Cybertronian banks. About to cash out his first check at his first job. Heading closer to the large building called Cybertron Elites Bank with a bright smile on his dermas. Getting closer to the steps with a plan.

Humming to himself with glee and anticipation.

Other Cybertronians passing by him paying not much mind towards the young looking mech. Taking his first step on the stairs to the bank. His optics closed in glee but also because of the brightness of the sun.

That is until he hear the sounds of glass breaking and the banks alarms going off. “Huh?” The yellow mech opened his optics. Only to close them again when a random pede suddenly steps on his faceplate with enough force to make him almost fly back onto the metal floor from behind. The Cybertronian remained on the poor mech's faceplate before jumping with a flip. Landing a good distance ahead.

Kneeling for a moment from their landing before turning their helm towards the unfortunate yellow mech.

The Cybertronian holds two bags full of credits they just stole in both cervos. Having red visors and a black battle mask on his faceplate. Their frame completely black with a  gadget on their chassis that glowed a light red. Having one sword in its holder on its back. The rest of their frame slim but mainly bulky at most parts of their frame.

“Heh.” The Cybertronian chuckled deeply from the sight of the yellow mech.

The yellow mech groaned softly from the action while he tries to sit up, balancing himself with one elbow until he’s pushed back harshly again this time by a cervo. Another Cybertronian with a bit more slimmer build and less bulk. Their frame too completely covered in white with a white battle mask and bright green visors. 

Doing another exaggerated move on him to push themself up over him who also held two bags in their cervo. Spinning in the air for a moment like their partner before landing close to the other. The two waste no more time to start running as two police Cybertronians. One specifically, Prowl runs to the scenes.

Coming from the same direction where the yellow mech Bumbelebee was coming from

Another mech with a similar build and the same white, black, and blue color scheme with more build and a smaller bust looked over at the smaller mech. “Bumblebee! Where did the thieves go?!”

In a painful groan the small mech points towards the direction the thieves went. 

Prowl and the other mech waste no time heading towards the same direction. Bee falling back on his back. Laying there on the metal ground. “Maybe…Tomrrow I’ll stop by another….” He spoke in pathetic defeat.

In a quick rushing taste, the two Cybertronians continued their path through the corners and alley ways of the city, getting closer to downtown.

“They’ll lose our trail if we make it towards broad 52. That should help them not even touch our trail if we’re fast enough.” The completely covered black Cybertronian spoke through the comms to keep the passing Cybertronians from fully hearing them. His voice deep and smooth with a thought of a plan clear in his tone.

The other nodded, keeping up with him but still a little behind by his side. The other Cybertronian, being no other but you. You both turning a corner to catch your breaths after running a good distance for a moment. You letting your arms relax for a moment and leaned your back against the wall behind you.

The mech standing straight still as he peaked past the building a bit. 

You gave a hum over the comms, looking over at the mech before speaking. Looking over at him noticing the shift for a moment before speaking.

“What? Afraid you’ll be late for your little meeting?” The mech turning his helm quick towards your direction from your words. Your optics narrowing under your visors. Leaning back more straight when your chassis started to slow down from your small high. You both hearing the faint sound of Prowl from afar. “I want all units surrounding our area by 24 kilo!”

The mech glanced to the side of the direction of the sound. Looking back at you right as he moves one bag into his other before reaching his cervo to your arm. Catching your attention with a firm grip.

“Come on Sweetspark. I ain’t on that anymore.” He continued his smooth and cocky tone. Pulling your frame closer to his over the comms. You showing signs of doubt in your frame. His cervo going under your chin and press his forhelm against yours for a moment. 

You both looked over at the other end of the alley way. Stepping towards the direction to continue their escape.

You choose to trust him, moving your bag to the other cervo and letting it wrap around his. You both run down another mostly empty street. The two know the area and times in this part of the city close to downtown. You both believed things were calmer. Until- “HALT! BY THE NAME OF THE ELITES OF CYBERTRON I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!!”

You and the mech flinches slightly, knowing that voice. You both look back seeing the one and only Prowl.

The mech turns a sudden corner with you down an almost busy street with a few open shopping spots close to the area downtown. The mech runs faster to a building, moving fast to leap onto the wall of the side of a building. Tossing up the two bags of credits onto the top of the building. Holding out his now free cervo towards you.

You made your way closer. Making a reach and grabbing his cervo. His arm lifting both you and the two bags of credits over the building. He catching up not far after.

Hiding out of optics sight at the same time you both heard Prowl and a few other cops come to the area. Prowls angry growls heard from below. You and the mech chuckle together from the anger of Prowl, seeming familiar with the mech. You looked over the other side of the building recognizing the path towards back home. Her attention caught again when the mech took her chin again in his cervo.

You could feel his burning optics under his visors. But it’s soft and loving in a way you can only tell.

“For now we split up, knowing Prowl and all he won’t give up easily. Especially with me. Return home. I won’t be too long.” 

He spoke softly, almost fondly even when his cervo moved to the side of your cheek mid sentence. Your helm tilting to the side against his cervo as your stared up at him. Speaking as he leaned closer to rest his forhelm against your own again. “And if your late?” Your voice asked curiously under your mask. 

Deadlock nuzzles his forhelm gently against your own for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“As if I'd let myself be late for your famous pasta for dinner. Besides you, it’s the one thing I’ll eat to sleep better next to my Sparkmate.” He whispered. Your cervo quickly hitting his chassis at his teasing, blushing under you mask while he just chuckles more at your flustered reaction. His cervo moving to cup your cheek over your mask this time as he stood. Letting go once he fully stood. 

Giving you a final nod before making his way over to the edge of the roof on the side where prowl and the other cops are at. 

He glances back at you, giving you a nod. You doing the same in return. He overlooks the area.

You watched him jump over the edge to the ground. Knowing the area was surrounded. You knew he’d be able to give you enough time to escape. Gathering the four bags of credits now to take back to the apartment without being noticed. 

The mech landed in the middle of the street without making a sound and runs over towards ther same corner both he and you came from. “Oh Prowl~ Here!~” the mech called out in a now teasing tone.. 

Catching Prowl's attention.

Prowl wasting no time running towards the smirking mech. The mech turned just in time for Prowl to not notice the emptiness of no bags in his cervos. Making haste Prowl reaches his cervo to his comms at his audio sensors. Speaking to his partner from earlier in his usual stern tone.

“I have optics on the thief, he seems to be alone. There’s a chance the other runt is still in the area! Search for them”

Prowl practically yells in his comms. Causing his poor partner, another mech to flinch slightly from the sudden yelling while he was flirting with a mech working at the small market. “Aye boss. You got it..” The poor mech spoke over the comms. Waving towards the mech who walked away. Glancing around for a moment towards the buildings in the area.

Soon catching the small glimpse of you over the thrift store. You gather together the bags and step over the other edge to another busy area of the street. Soon standing over the other edge of the roof. Looking over the direction of your shared apartment.

Glancing back casually when you heard the sound of the mech running over with heavy steps.

The police mech runs over to the very building. Using the short boosters to push him up to above and land at the other edge of the roof. Holding his cervo up towards you with palm forward. His other to his chassis clenched as he called out towards you.

You smirk under you mask. The rush returning to you for a moment.

“Halt! By the name of the Elite and Knights of Cybertron you-” You jumped off the building before he can finish his sentence. The mechs optic twitches under his blue visors. Climbing fully onto the building and runs over to the edge you were just at. The street area smaller and more crowded with more opened stores and events at every sides and corners. 

The officers' visors retract back to his helm.

The blue optics mech trying to search for you, his digits rising to his audio sensors to turn on his comm to reach Prowl with a not so happy expression he had on his dermas before. Sighing softly before fully pushing in the comm to reach Prowl.

“So bad news-”

“YOU ALREADY LOST THE OTHER ONE!? JAAAAAZZZ!!!!!” The angry mech yelled on the other side of the comms, causing the poor mech to flinch from his yelling right in his audio sensors. A frown on the poor mech's dermas, Prowl continuing to yell at him over the comms.

“Don’t stop searching for that clerk runt or I swear to Primus!!”

The mech continued to get yelled at on the top of the building. From below at the other side of the street behind a booth in the shadows. Holding the four bags close to your frame. You stood in the shadows, only glancing back at the mech with narrowed optics.

Your chassis rising when you turned forward. Bringing the bags of credits closer to your chassis. Making your way down the dark alley away from the crowd. For the time being leaving your partner to handle the police for the sake to live for another day with all the credits they were able to get.

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It was evening time, sound and lights in the city calming but becoming brighter in the deep city.

Next to the large city just far enough to be around the edge of Iacon. A very alive apartment thrives with lights and Cybertronians seen through the windows of their homes having colorful lights for each family and Cybertron. The types of Cybertronians seen in the streets of Iacon. 

Below at the parking lot of the apartment. A truck's headlights are going off along with their horn.

On the side of the building, opening their window and stepping onto the fire escape, a mech with a sparkling held against his side with one arm on his hip looks over to the truck and yells at the alarming truck from below. Other sparkling children peaking from the same window at their carrier.

“Will you cut that out! I have sparklings to feed and have to put to bed soon!” The mech called out in a huff. The truck below stopped for a moment before yelling back. 

“I am allowed to grieve!” The mech responds. Clearly having been crying. The mech groaning before responding. His sparkling waving their little cervo towards the truck. “It’s been two weeks! Get over him, he don't deserve you! Go inside!” The mech finished. Watching the mech transform listening to his words.

The mech then returning to his window, closing the window. His other sparklings going back to the window to watch the mech disappear into the building.giggling amongst themselves.

A few floors above, seen through a window. You are seen entering through your door. Your frame, visors and mask a different color now. Tossing the device you had on your chassis onto the coffee table as the door slides behind you and automatically locks.

Having dark yellow optics and darker green cervos. Your entire frame a dark navy like blue color with bits of silver line outs on different edges of your frame. 

Your frame slightly different than when you had the device on in order to keep police and others from recognizing you. You walk past a few picture frames on both your walls and shelves of your home. A few of you and your partner. Another when you were a sparkling with two older mechs. The picture taken when you just turned a year old.

One looking like a vehicon beast mech with dark yellow optics  and dark navy frame with a grin being much larger than the mech next to him. The other mech being a Cybertronian knight with dark green optics, dark orange-grey frame and a frame similar to your own but more older and filled with story.

The two mechs holding you with love and affection in their optics.

You in their arms and cervos with very bright smiles and dark wide yellow optics. You all looked at the camera like it was the best day in the world. Which it was for you. No matter how long ago it was. 

Making your way into the kitchen you start to get two pots ready for your energon dinner. 

You’re cervo reaching for the small radio next to the stove, turning on some smooth and sweet tunes of your time. Getting dinner started while you wait for your sparkmate to return.

After a few minutes of making the food, your mind began to wonder. But stopped when it started when you heard the door open on the other side of your apartment. You continued spinning a large spoon in one pot with some noodles for the pasta. 

Humming softly to yourself as you hear your partner walk in with a soft groan.

“Those police Elites do not make it easier these days. The fun we always have will have to be cut shortin’ it seems.” The mech spoke in his smooth deep tone. Clicking the top of the device on his chassis. The black color moving into the device from his frame. Letting him show to be more colorful along with his visors and battle mask. Tossing the device on the coffee table as well.

Having a white, grey and orange colored frame with bright yellow optics.

A sly grin on his dermas. Looking over at you in the kitchen. “At least now we can make a better living and not have to deal with that wanna be third Prowl trying to catch us during our little heists. Sometimes I wonder if he really does tries to catch us for his job or he just really wants us.”

You spoke casually in a teasing tone.

Deadlock having walked closer behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while you spoke. His chassis rumbling while pressed against your upper back Hearing his deep chuckle next to your audio sensors.

His cervos moving to the front of your stomach. Digits interlocking with each other.

His frame swayed gently side to side, his pressed weight causing yours to sway with his while you continued to cook. His bright optics following your cervos work while he hummed the music playing on the radio. You listened closely.

It was like music to your audio sensors. A moment you wish you could live in forever. With the mech you believe is your true love. 

Turning your helm to the side, dermas catching each other in a soft passionate kiss. Pulling apart after a moment so the side of your helms nuzzle against each other. Continuing to hum together to the music and the gentle sound of water boiling on the food for dinner. A few moments passed, your attention caught when you noticed his larger cervo reaches towards the nobs of the stove.

Turning the heat to lower but not enough, though you both didn’t seem to notice at the time. You already knew where this was going and he made sure you truly knew.

His dermas at your audio sensors, whispering in an almost seductive tone.

“Told you, Sweetspark. I always come back to you. And I think it’s time for a…nice little reunion celebration?" He hummed. 

You laugh at his words and the absurd idea he has for a reunion after only not seeing each other for almost half an hour. Watching and letting him take the spoon from your cervo. Setting it to the side as his other still on your stomach moving up to your chassis. Under the metal frame causing you to gently gasp under the sudden action.

His dermas placing feather-like kisses on the side of your neck.

Grinning more where his fangs could be seen when he heard your soft laugh from both his words and actions.

“Deadlock, you’re going to make me ruin the paste and sauce. And half an hour is not a means to a reunion. Go clean the living room or something until I’m down.” You playfully plead. His cervo under your chassis metal moving higher and his other going to the other side of his neck to keep you close. Your cervos against the counter on either side of the stove.

“Shh..Sweetspaark. Focus on me as I work my magic.” His voice was smooth with a hint of demand. 

Moving his cervo from under your metal frame on your chassis moves lower to the side of your waist then to your back. Moving higher to your upper back. His other stopping to the side of your waist. Guiding you gently at the same time he pushes you forward gently to lean more against the cold counter.

Your frame shivered from the touch against the counter. Optics closing slowly, resting the side of your faceplate against the cold counter.

His cervo on your back shoulder plates remained gently pressed down. His cervo on your waist slides up and down slowly. Making its way down to the back of your thigh. Sending a small but firm little smack on the back. Your frame flinching forward from the small smack.

Both your palms pressing more against the cold counter. His optics narrowed at the sight of you. 

Moving from your thigh, his cervo moved closer to the edge of your panel from behind. Rubbing slowly with the inside of his palm. His middle and ring digit rubs between your thighs and against your panel more. Hearing your soft groans, your hips struggling to not lift and shake from his cervo.

His digits and palm start to press harder against your panel. His cervo pressing enough to lift your hips higher  to tease you more.

Starting to pull back harder on your panel. A whimpering passing your dermas. Your helm tilting back to glance back at the mech. His fangs still shown in his grin and optics narrowed to play on his grin. His cervo presses harder on your panel. Pulling it back harshly and even forcefully, gaining a groan from you.

Pulling your panel back hard enough to open the panel.

Your helm flinching slightly, feeling your panel getting harshly pulled back with a click. Your wet valve now exposed your valve clenching to nothing. Nearly soaked, some thick wetness falls to  the floor beneath you. Deadlocks middle and ring digit returned against your shivering folds. Parting them from between, rubbing back and forth slowly.

Your moans slowly get louder from his digits.

Moving his cervo from your shoulder plates,he reaches for the radio close to your helm. Turning the music up higher to better hide your moans.

Returning back to one shoulder this time, his grip a little harsh on your shoulder. He holds you down while his digits continue to wetten your valve more. Feeling himself grow harder under his panel. His digits start to curve against your valve. Pressing against your sensitive clit and entrance. Showing no signs of stopping. Already starting to feel your excitement build up in your lower stomach.

His digits slowly becoming soaked from your valve. Rubbing harder with pressing his palm more against your valve, soaking it as well.

Your groans becoming harder to hold back. His cervo slides back slowly inserts his middle digit past your entrance. Your optics opening wide and legs spreading wider by his digits. Your back arching harder from his digits. Rising your helm higher, your chest no longer pressed against the counter as your helm turned towards him from behind. Dermas parted.

Trying to get you wetter by his cervo with a grin that showed his fangs.

Your climax drawing near. It becomes harder to stay focused on not losing control. Thighs shaking almost violently and pedes reaching on their tip.  Deadlocks optics sharpen on you, watching you suddenly come to your own release on his cervo. Feeling a sudden coldness onto his cervo.

A small whine passing your dermas and a small tear falls from your optic down your cheek.

He chuckles deeply at the sight. “That was faster than usual,Still sore from last night.” He teased, his tone almost sinister but smooth.

He doesn’t pull his cervo out though.

Adding in his ring digit, the two able to stretch you enough to make you gasp. Both digits parting in your valve gently at first. Enough to make you reach your second climax. Curving his digits despite being squeezed enough to not move too much. Your digits dig into the cold counter, groaning and whimpering just from his touch.

Deadlocks panel starts to grow tighter to almost painful. Hearing your faint whimpers from the music.

Humming in approval when he felt your second climax around his digits onto his palm. Harshly pulling his digits from your valve in a sudden action.

Giving a pleased hum, he raises his cervo towards his dermas. His other on your shoulder moves down your frame to gently rub over the side of your hip. Sliding it closer to the underside of your other thigh. His thumb gently rubbing under your valves folds, watching your wetness as his long thick tongue moved past his dermas, the tip wrapping and licks up at his soaked digits.

His thumb digit continuing to rub over the bottom of your valve. Trying to keep you on edge a little longer.

Giving another pleased hum as he licked down his palm with anticipation and thought. Your thighs flinching slightly from his touch, raising your cervo to against the wall under the cabinets. Helm hanging low and back strut arch more from the sudden emptiness. Your valves walls clench again with need and some form of friction, missing the feel of his digits.

His thumb digit finishes rubbing your sensitive folds. Moving his palm closer to send a firm smack against your folds.

“Mmph!” You whimpered. Hearing the soft click of his panel not long after. His now cleaned cervo holding his hard released spike. Guiding his hips forward, placing his spike directly beneath your valve past your thighs. Pressing the top part of his spike against your soaking valve at first before sliding it further. Your frame shivering just by the feeling of his spike against you.

His spike is wide and thick in size. Pressing his spike up against your valve. His cervo moving from under his spike to hold your other hip. His spike so hard it rises on its own against your valve.

His spike having enough width to press very firm on both inner sides of your thigh. Feeling the harsh rubs of his spike from his slow grind. His spike rubbing harsh enough over between your folds, against your clit. Then against your lower stomach. His tip enough to press close to your navel. Just the feeling of his spike enough to make you want to  arch your back and lift your hips.

The lower part with bits of the middle of his spike starts to get wet by your valve. Your small loads from earlier also dripping onto his spike.

Being pushed by his slow grinds of his spike going past down by your front thighs and even the side of his spike. Groaning softly, his cervo on your hip moves lower, resting on your aft. Giving it a firm hold before giving it a couple soft pats.

His other moving lower then to hold the other side of your aft.

Keeping your hips down to press better against his spike more. Pre-cum leaks past his tip while he grinds more against your valve. The front of his hips presses more against your lower aft and back of your thighs.

Grinding against you from behind. The teasing drove him further and turned on.

Your helm was tilted back and back almost fully arched. Your thighs constantly closing on him a few times on his spike. Optics closed, one cervo against the counter and the other still against the wall to better balance yourself.

Your helm leaned forward when he started to become rougher.

Still gripping your aft with one cervo more harshly now, his other slides higher again to the side of your waist. Wanting to keep you still, trying to keep himself on edge and you more soaked to make it easier for his spike when it’s time. You knew this well. It was foreplay at this point. Maybe it was, you could barely think straight at all.

Praying to primus he’ll hurry up, knowing he’ll take his time with you when he decides to finally take you.

His cervo placed on top of your aft gives another but sharper smack. He then leaned his hips back. His spike completely rubbing against your valve when he pulled back as it continued to rise against your valve, the tip pressing the hardest against your clit for a moment. Causing you to shiver with a gasp.

Soaking it more, trying his best to lubricate his hardened spike beneath you. 

His spike standing tall by itself. Almost completely covered by your own valve. But it wasn’t enough to be covered halfway. His cervo moves under your valve to grab some wetness. Rubbing it onto his spike to get it as covered as possible. Stroking his spike slowly. 

“D-Deadlock-..” You whimpered. You hear the mech chuckle from behind. Still trying to cover his seven inch spike, only his cervo out of you both able to fully wrap a cervo around it.

Your spark starts to calm down slowly and your frame relaxing from the small high just seconds ago. Your frame leaning forward against the counter once again and optics closing for a moment. Completely forgetting his routine he always goes by during your intimacy. 

Deadlock humming softly, lining his spike before looking over at you.

“Just got to make sure I don’t break ya too much Sweetspark. Don’t want another little accident like last ti-” He stopped midway. You look back quickly with a glare. He chuckles again. “Alright, Alright.” He finally said. Moving his spike under your valve to press the tip closer to your entrance.. Rubbing the tip gently against your entrance slowly.

You start to feel you valve become wider on its own from excitement. You feel both his cervos hold the curves of your waist now. Holding on tightly. Your pedes heels lifting higher from the floor from anticipation. Trying your best to brace yourself like always and times before. But with a sudden and violent thrust. You break easily like your healed surrounding entrance every time.

“AHHH!!!” Deadlocks cervo was over your dermas within a second after you little scream.

The music helping hide your sounds. 

His spike already buried deep in your valve, unable to push it fully inside yet. More than the tip already passing the entrance of your cervix. Stretching it painfully. Just the side of his length pressing harshly against your G-spot.

Letting out a deep groan himself at your tightness. Squeezing so much it makes him almost go dizzy.

Feeling his own release drawing near so soon. Leaning over you with a hunch for a moment. His cervo pressing against the counter next to your waist. His hips remained still and dermas parted, trying to keep control of his deep groan mixed with a growl. His panting deep and low trying to keep himself standing.

The feeling of his spike becoming almost overwhelming, unsure in need of friction or want him to stop. 

Your frame leaned up as a result of your backarching again. Your upper back pressing against his chassis again like earlier. Panting softly next to your audio sensors. His cervo moves from being pressed against the counter so his arm wraps around your waist. His dermas to your shoulder plates. Gently nibbling on the soft metal.

His cervo at your dermas side slides a digit past your dermas, a silent command. Your dermas closed. 

Sucking on the digit to muffle out your moans. Your valve still trying its best to adjust to his length with shaky thighs and pain in your upper thighs. Feeling them press harshly against the counters edge, Deadlock starts to try pressing his spike further into the counter.

Breaking you wider despite the lubricant around his spike and in your valve. His forhelm presses against the back of your neck. The pain mixed with pleasure becomes overwhelming for the both of you.

After what felt like a long moment, panting softly against your neck. Deadlock rises his upper back straighter. His helm still low, looking between you both at the sight of his hips firmly against your aft. His cervo around your waist grew tighter. Slowly, he slides his hips back with another groan. His spike not moving all the way out.

You both shiver from the slow pull.

Your frame flinching in his hold as the harsh feeling of his tip leaves your cervix entrance. Not pulling the entire tip out, your thighs shake more and pedes struggle to keep you up right. Your own climax released when he stopped pulling away. Your climax barely able to pass just his tip to escape from your valve, your dermas closing harshly on his digits trying to stay quiet.

The friction of your hips moving on his spike causing him to groan deeply.

Still leaning over you, he placed his forhelm against your shoulder plate. Trying to catch his breath again for a moment before thrusting back into your valve once again. Creating soft slaps of metal against metal, his front hips hitting against yours.

His thrusts continue this rough and slow paste for a few more seconds. 

Both your moans and whimpers in almost unison, feeling each other's climaxes as he remained deep and buried inside you not long after a couple more thrusts.

Deadlock growled against your shoulder during his climax. Grinding in a couple more thrusts into your sore valve to press in more of his seed into you. Slowly pulling back, not all the way yet. His digit leaves your intake. Instead of sliding own your frame, he moves it straight over towards your leg. Still standing straight, his cervo moved to under your knee.

Lifting your leg from under your knee, holding it close to your side but not too much.

Trying his best not to hurt you too much with his spike still deep in your valve. His dermas pressing a soft kiss to your cheek with affection, his arm around your waist pulling you more against him. Pulling his spike more out your valve. Stopping where the tip is left in your valve again.

Your optics closed, feeling his helm next to your.chassis stilling in anticipation like everytime.

THRUST. A loud, hard to contained whimper escape past your lips at his sudden thrust. His arm gripping harshly around your waist. His other keeping your leg up. His back arching from his hard thrust. His forhelm against the nack of your neck cables. Watching his spike thrust back and forth with a harsh paste again.

Sheathing himself deeper with a better angle every time to press his spike better into your valve. His hips now firmly against your thigh. Not giving you enough time to adjust, he starts thrusting forward at a faster and still rough paste.

The front of your thigh slamming against the edge of the counter.

His frame pressing against your back to lean more forward over the counter. His groans fill your audio sensors under the music. You whimpers are mixed with your moans. Listening to the soft slapping downs from the harsh intimacy.

His thrusts were violent, both reaching another climax within seconds ago. But Deadlock didn’t stop.

Your leg once standing giving out. Thrusting up more against you. His spike constantly thrusts in causing harsh stretches into your valve. A mess forming beneath you both. Being any louder the neighbors are sure to hear you on the other side of the walls. 

Your own climax coming again just like moments ago, losing control and completely falling apart.

For what felt like an hour though it was only a couple minutes. He pressed his hips firmly against the back of your thighs with a sudden thrust. Creating a large bulge at your lower stomach filling you with both his seed and tip. Groaning deeply at the nape of your neck while he released his load. Your legs and entire frame shaking. 

More tears going down your optics as you screamed into his cervo from his last thrust.

Deadlock holds you in the same hold for a good while. Making sure you completely milk him dry without pulling out once. Hip firm against your aft and spike deep in a painful stretch for your valve. The feeling more than overwhelming. Your spark racing fast with no sign of being able to stop. Your entire frame shaking against his own. 

Deadlock dermas pressing against your shoulder after a minute.

Slowly, after a good time of staying in this position. He starts to lower you against the counter with gentleness and consideration. His spike remains inside you. Causing your frame to flinch a bit from his spike still inside you.

Releasing your leg after gently setting it down on the counter. 

His cervos start to rub the sensitive metal off your side. Watching your frame try to relax from the earlier activities. Leaning back to be more straight.

His cervos going up and down your sides slowly while his spike starts to pull back out of your valve. Large load of his own seed and your own climax mixed together fall down to the ground and down the on the inside of your thighs all the way to your pedes. Deadlock watches the large mess. Your pedes barely able to keep you. Leaning more against the counter.

Your cervos gripping against the counter. 

He gives a satisfied hum. His cervo gives your thigh a gentle pat before walking over to the apartment closet. Grabbing a large enough towel to return to you with. Setting the towel on the counter beside you. 

He gently lifted you in his arms. Carrying you in his arms for a moment to lay you on the L shape part of the counter. Moving you onto your back. Reaching for the towel again and starting to carefully clean your valve and the sides of your valve and legs. You shift slowly and flinch a couple times from the touch of his towel a few times.

His other cervo gently rubbing the top of your thigh in comfort.

A familiar action you both grown use to after every interface. Your optics closed, trying to slow down your racing spark. After getting you clean up. Gentle loads still passing your folds. He places a smaller towel under your valve to keep the counter clean.

Using the dry part of the towel to clean up his spike. Placing it back into his panel.

When he looked back at you he lifted the end of the small towel. Rubbing up between your folds to clean up better before closing your panel himself. His thumb digit gently rubbing the tip of your panel in gentle affection.

His optics full of love and affection, his smirk returning as he watches you. His cervo then rising to gently cup your cheek to grab your attention.

“Let me draw us a nice oil bath. It’ll help bring back the life in your legs…Sound nice?” You could only give the sound of a hum to his words with the strength you were able to build up for a moment. Giving you a soft kiss on the side of your cheek. He leans back up, walking over to their shared shower room in their berthroom. Leaving you alone for a moment on the kitchen counter.

Despite your soreness and weak legs you slowly sat up after a minute of laying there. The routine helping you gain strength faster than others.

Taking your time sitting up on the counter. You looked down at the floor where Deadlock has tossed the towel over the mess you both made. Sighing softly with a weak smile on your dermas and leaning back a bit to better stretch your back. Cervos against the counter to support your small stretch. Optics closed taking in the quietness.

Only looking over the stove after a moment, your optics widening at the sight.

Deadlock, unable to hear while getting ready for the bath. After a few seconds, Deadlock returned with a bright smirk on his dermas. “Got the oil at just the right temperature. Now I just need to get you in and not be tempted to-”

He stops mid sentence.

Terrified by the sight before him. You. standing next to the stove. Standing the best you can with your lower back pressed against the counter. Your legs still a bit wobbly. Arms crossed with one cervo holding the spoon you used earlier. The sauce burnt, and the pasta definitely overcooked. 

A mad and annoyed expression on your face plate. Optics narrowed in his direction.

Dinner was completely ruined for you two. Deadock gave a nervous chuckle with a smile following suit from the sight. “Now Sweetspark-” He ducks fast. The hot spoon almost hitting his helm after being thrown. Trying to step as fast as you can after the other. Still a bit wobbly for a chase.

Deadlock noticed and chuckled to himself. Moving swiftly around you to catch you at your side, his arms wrapping around your lower half above your hips to lift you up in his arms.

Carrying you to the couch. Sitting before laying on his side with you while you both laughed and scolded him over dinner.  Laughing more in his hold as his cervos tickles your sides to try to cheer you up. Kissing the side of your neck as you laughed in his arms. Trying to calm down and listen to your laughter. Love in his optics watching you in the sweet moment. For a moment forgetting why we were mad at him.

When your laughter slowly died down, his dermas went over your own.

Interacting in a soft slow kiss in each other's presence. The moment peaceful with music in the background and city lights out the window. His mission to get from being mad successful . Shifting around you, he lifts you in bridal style. Carrying you towards your shared berthroom. 

The oil bath waiting for you both.

You both forget about dinner for tonight and turn in together. Happy and at peace together after an exciting day. As long as you had each other. You believed things could remain better for the both of you. Keeping each other's promise for one another.

If only things were so easy.

—-----------------------------------------

Years passed since that night with your sparkmate. 

Deadlock having been the one to come to you about joining the ranks and side of Megatron. Mentioning he promised safety if you both promised strength. Having gotten a new paint job and changed his optics to red and a more darker colored frame for his new look. His frame now more similar to yours. Much like a knight.

Choosing to stay loyal to your sparkmate, you agreed.

Years passed. Deadlock became a well known assassin to work under the rule of Megatron. Becoming Megatron's third lieutenant with you known as both his Sparkmate and another skilled assassin with a more hidden past. Refusing to speak openly about your caretakers and life before Deadlock.

The long years seem endless and sometimes draining the life from your spark.

Being only one of the lucky few to be accepted in Megatron's small circle thanks to Deadlock's connections before and during the war with Megatron. Though that didn’t make living with Deadlocks new found interest and goal in life all that better for your mental state.

He loved you, and he made sure you always knew this. 

Remaining to stick by his side believing that at some point of your life after this. Things would become better. Loyalty taught to you by your carrier. Though overtime, you start to question your own sparkmate after some actions leaving you stunned. Doing your best to remain strong for him.

One day you were in your shared berthroom of the Decepticon ship close to the main secure area.

The ship being the main Decepticon ship belonging to Megatron himself. It was larger and had more room for his lieutenant Deadlock and his Sparkmate. 

You.

Sitting at his desk where papers were stacked and organized. Mainly by the work of you. You sat alone and stared at the wall in deep thought. Having had a long morning that very day. Staying by Deadlock's side, which was at Megatron's side. An assassination attempt made on the very ship by autobot spies.

You and Deadlock get to work protecting Megatron like body guards. Remembering Megatron's words of seeing the assassins as a waste of time. Leaving a bloody mess for the lower ranks of the ship to clean up.

Deadlock sent you back to the berth room to interrogate the surviving autobots.

Without another word you agreed. Making your way from the room of the high council. Unknowing to you and Deadlock Megatron watching you with red and narrowed optics. Leaning his helm to the side on his large cervo and the other on his thigh. 

Sitting there in thought now, optics tired and dermas low to a frown. Thinking back to the two autobots you just killed moments ago. Still hearing Deadlock's laughter.

But something felt off. Certain optics that never sat right with you were on you. Megatrons? Your entire frame shivered slightly. Your towel resting on your thigh as you tried to calm your thoughts. Glancing down at the towel. 

Remembering the times of that one night with Deadlock before the war. Your optics lower to the rest of your frame. Green energon blood completely covers your front chassis and waist to hips.

Some on your front thighs, upper arms, cervos and on your left cheek to your chin. The front of your neck nearly fully covered by the blood.

Tilting your helm up, a small shaky exhale passed your dermas. Optics closing and spark beating a second faster a moment. Looking down again, raising the towel to your chassis wiping off the blood carefully. Making sure the blood doesn’t go more into the inside edges of your metal frame.

After a few moments. The door slides open on the other side of the room. Refusing to look back. 

Your optics remained focused.the sound of heavy steps of pedes drawing closer to the berth in the middle of the room. The sound of the door closes behind the mech.

Blood dripped onto the floor now from the path of the door to the berth. 

Deadlock placing his katanas to the side of the berth. Having already cleaned them earlier before entering. His frame and cervos even more bloody than the state you were. His bright red optics glancing offer at you. Noticing your hunched over back and low helm. Trying to clean yourself of the blood on you without a word towards him.

He steps closer.

Stopping behind you and the chair. His now sharper clawed cervo reached over your shoulder, grabbing the towel from you. 

Leaning down, you felt his dermas press a soft but firm kiss under one of your audio sensors. His other goes under your arm around the side of your chassis to place over your chassis, his digits rubbing gently over your chassis with his digits over the thick blood on your chassis. His fanged grin you once loved so much back on his faceplate next to your helm.

You shivered from his touch. Looking away for a moment as he spoke close to your sensors. His cervo that held the towel tosses it to a corner.

Forgotten.

More kisses press on the side of your neck and shoulder plates. Chuckling against the spot between your shoulder and neck. Drawing a long lick on your metal cables over the thick green blood. Leaning his helm higher to right next to your helm.

“You did well. Megatron sends his thanks~.”

His voice deeper with a tone that makes you almost shiver with fear. You listened to his words. Your frown is only remaining and already dark optics only dimming more just by his touch and words. Closing them for a moment before standing up abruptly. 

Leaving him looking at you confused as he watched you make your way to the towel.

Your voice tired and uninterested in his little compliment. “That’s nice Deadlock, but I could care less for the words of a former war hero turned dictator.” You flinched slightly, stopping midstep. His larger cervo harshly grabbing your wrist at your dictator comment. 

Pulling you closer with a hard pull, his grin replaced with a very displeased frown and narrowed optics to add to his frown. His other cervo gripping the side of your waist. He just stared you down for a moment, almost as if trying to decide what to do with you for your comment, helm tilting to the side and his hold harsh on you.

After a moment. His optics rise in emotion and smile formed on his dermas.

A soft sigh passing his dermas and helm straightening. His cervo removing itself from your wrist to cup your more bloody cheek with his still bloody cervo. Making sure your helm leaned closer.  “Now, now sweetspark…No need to be all bratty now. After some….time. You’ll learn to like our Lord as much as I do.”

His voice lowered to a deeper whisper.

Giving you a soft kiss on your dermas for a good end of his words. Moving his cervo from your bloody cheek to the back of your helm to keep you close. His optics wander down your frame. Checking out the blood on you.

“You should keep this on you a little longer. The blood won’t stain..if we don’t take too long.” He whispered in a softer tone before capturing a kiss from you again.

The kiss more persistent and pressing more against you, his cervos making sure your frame pressed against his own. Not returning the kiss even for a moment. Quickly gathering the strength to turn your helm away and walk out of his grasp. Huffing before finally turning back to him with an angrier expression now. “Dammit Deadlock! You Promised!- Promised to stop with your drugs!”

You yelled, your voice filled with a hint that you’re about to cry.

Your chassis rose and fell as you walked further from him. Deadlock watching you with what seemed like an annoyed expression. Watching you paste in the room for a moment before speaking on his own behalf but making no effort to stop you from moving.

“Come on! You really expect me to not use it? It’s not like I used a lot this time!” 

“Deadlocl Stop! Just..Stop. I can smell the drugs! It’s all over you..!- Just!..” You tried to hold back the tears the best you can. He broke his promise. Again. Turning your back to him. His optics rolled at your words. Suddenly behind you, he walked up behind you again and spinned you around to hold you in a tighter gasp again. Shushing you gently with his arms wrapped around you.

Your arms and cervos pressing and even hitting at his chassis in a tense fight between you and Deadlock. His cervos bound to leave small bruises on your back and side frame.

Trying your best to pull your helm from him when he continues to try to calm you down.

“No! No! Let me go! I don’t want to even look at you right now! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” You continued to fight against him. Tears falling down your cheeks down on the blood on both you and him.

Deadlock only seemed annoyed by the situation. Without you both noticing. His optics flickered yellow a couple moments during the whole ordeal. Lifting you in his arms, carries you against his frame towards the berth. Laying you on your back during all your struggling. Not affected as much as you were. His cervos swiftly grabbed at your wrists that were hitting his chassis and even the side of his helm earlier.

Pinning them against the berth next to your shoulders. His thighs move between your thighs pressing your own wider to make more room for his hips. 

Settling himself firmly against you while you continued to thrash the best you can beneath him throughout all of your thrashing. Unreadable as he just stared down at you, letting you have your little episode beneath him. Another routine created by you both. 

Knowing he was caught. He waits for you to tire yourself out. Watching the tears fall down your cheeks. 

His optic ridges are farrowing slightly from the sight. Pressing a soft kiss at the side of your neck after a moment during your actions. Placing soft kisses on your cheek, neck, even your shoulder again over the blood. Whispering softly that everything will be better and his worries during your sobs, continuing to whisper to calm you down the best he can.

Your spark racing and tears falling from your broken spark. Being held down till your frame finally gives up against his frame, tiring yourself out and sobs calming down. 

Deadlock raising his helm noticing this.

Feeling your cervos stop trying to fight against his cervos under his grip. Remove his cervos for a moment to rise to your cheek. Pressing his knee against the bed. One between your legs and the other more straight with his pede more pressed against the floor. His thumb digits rubbing away your tears as his gives you gentler kisses on your dermas.

“Everything is going to be alright..I’ll stop..I’ll stop.” He promised in between kisses. Nuzzling his forehelm against your own in the calming but still tense moment between you both.

His optics sharp on you, his whispers gentle with bits of his former self peaking out. “I know I promised you Sweatspark. I know. I promise I’m trying to get better. Please..You got to believe me, I’ll make it up to you..” He nuzzled his helm against the side of your helm. You just stared at the ceiling at his affections and words. Uncertain to tell if his words are full of truth or another lie. 

Your frame shivering and still shaking from his contact against me. Hurt in your optics and  tears silently going down past your optics still.

You refused to look at him. Tilting your helm to the side when he raised his helm again to look better at you.

Your optics closing and spark slowing. Deadlocks expression hardening for a moment when you weren't looking. His other still holding your cervo release. Sitting up, his cervos going to our waist. His hold firm with a force of comfort as he looked down at you.

His digits and cervo rubbing gently at your sides. Leaning over you know with a more saddened look on his faceplate. You both in silence for a moment. Knowing you’re in thought because of him. His cervo then raises to your cheek again. Your helm flinched almost violently when you realized her cervo was closer to your cheek. Deadlock refused to pull his cervo back.

Still choosing to cup your cheek as your helm shaked a little under his touch without the emotion you felt earlier during your sobbing.

Finally turning your helm. Looking up at him with teary optics./ for a moment. Your old Deadlock is all you see. Accepting his kisses with closed optics. Your cervo rises to hold the back of his helm. The moment peaceful.

You and Deadlock giggling in the kiss. Everything brighter suddenly around you and intertwined in each others arms. Kissing the side of your helm and whispering naughty things to you and your arms and legs wrap around his neck and waist. Kissing each other more with music playing in the background like before.

But, the memory dies when Deadlock gets a comm at his audio sensors. Being an outer comm to show it was urgent. Reality setting back to you in a dark room.

Deadlock pulling from the kiss abruptly to answer the comm. Standing from the bed and from you.

Sitting up, you watched him walk around the room for a moment. Speaking over his comms. Watching him for who he truly was right now. Turning on your side to face the wall instead of him when you scooted deeper into the berth. Listening to his call in the dark room.

“Yes yes I’ll be there. Megatron though knows I can’t be hitten that place without my mate you know that…Okay okay let me talk to him and we’ll see later. See you right now.”

He ends the comm. Looking back over at you. Silently praying he won’t go to that stupid party in one of the planets once connected to Cybertron loyal to the Decepticon cause now to party. Knowing Megatron and all. You hear him step closer and kneel onto the berth. Kissing the side of your helm before whispering softly.

His cervo gently rubbing your shoulder.

“I’ll be back, we might go out tonight. Just…try to stay by my side and I promise to take care of you like I always do. It’s just business as always Sweetspark. Sleep for now until I come back just in case, alright?”

He said softly, giving you another kiss. Standing again, he walks out of the room and make his way back to the council area back to Megatron. You stayed on your side. Close your optics and try to forget about it all. Just for a moment. Thinking about your time before the Decepticon. The day before you met that fragging Megatron.

Your frame relaxing and dermas parting to take a breather. One you deeply needed after everything the past few days.

But of course. Nothing lasts forever in the war.

—-

Colorful lights and loud music played all around you. Mechs, femmes and other bots dancing on the dance floor. This being a very exotic club. Cybertronians panels and breast plates opened around the place. Things were so messy and in your face in the late at night. You sitting on Deadlock's lap. Arm around his shoulders and trying to not make optic contact with anyone.

Deadlock knew this. His cervo firmly on your lower waist and the other holding a drink. He was the quiet and mean looking one with a charming grin in the group. Well, more like council. Megatrons council.

Sitting in the expensive chair on Megatrons right. Megatron sitting on a long couch with a mech and femme on either of his thighs. Starscream of course on one and Nightbird on the other. Megatron smoking from a Hookah. Nightbird drinking and in her own world speaking to Megatron's second lieutenant Scourge and his side piece Slipstream.

Megatron watches over the entire club from above. The VIP high in the club. Taking a hard hit of his Hookah. He glances over at Slipstream then over at Deadlock and you.

Deadlock pressing his helm against yours as he whispered loud enough for you to hear, giving you comforting words to help you be more comfortable. A small smile formed on your dermas, you both sharing a small kiss together. Your cervo on your lap with the other gently gripping his arm.

Leaning more into his frame as he held you close. Taking another sip of his drink. Megatron looked forward.

His cervo, not holding the hookah moves higher on Starscream's waist. Pulling him closer against him and whispering something in his audio sensors. Starscream rolls his optics. Standing from his thigh over towards you. Taking your arm with a small smile. “Come on, I need you to help fix my jewelry." You looked at him then back at Deadlock.

Deadlock gives you a gentle nod. Letting you go. You stood up and left with Starscream to the bots room. 

Deadlock watching you until you disappeared with Starscream through the door. Megatron watches him before looking back at Nightbird. Telling her to go off with Scourge. Giving her a gentle pat on her thigh.

Sitting back more against the cushion he looked over at Deadlock. Speaking casually at Deadlock who could already sense something was up. Speaking again, his voice deep and loud enough over the music while not looking at Deadlock yet. “Your mate, they of a Knight?” He takes another puff. Deadlock gives him a glance. Tilting his helm and sits up straighter in the cushion.

“They are, Lord Megatron.” Deadlock answered firmly.

Megatron's chassis rose for a moment before leaning down to reach for a cup. Picking up his drink and taking a large sip like it was a shot. Sitting straighter before finally looking at Deadlock again.

Placing his arm over to the back of the couch. 

Turning his frame more towards Deadlock. Speaking again in a casual tone. “I figured, but I was too busy trying to prove a point and get this war in check before I could get a chance to really pay attention. So tell me, lieutenant. Why haven’t you both started a little family before everything?”

Megatron glares at him now. Tilting his helm up a bit towards him more now. Deadlock sighs softly to face Megatron now more better.

“You already know full well why Megatron.” Deadlock spoke casually towards the mech. Megatron's dermas form a smirk as he chuckles to himself. Snapping his digits. Nightbird pours him another drink, Megatron raising his cup for the pour. Sitting back fully again to hold his drink by his chassis before speaking again.

“It is the one thing helping you stay focused…you should keep it up anyways. A sparkling has no place in a war unless to be my soldier. Or..a runt of the autobots to die.” He spoke coldly. 

Taking another swig of his drink. Looking forward to the party again. Deadlock just stared at him. His chassis rose shakily for a moment. Megatron snapping his digits again. Another seeker, Thundercracker, walks over and makes a line with a special drug on the counter where Megatron's drink once was.

“Go on, your mate ain’t back yet. So get to it.” Megatron spoke firmly.

Taking another sip of his drink. His other cervo easily reached over patting the back of Deadlock's upper shoulder plates. Making the mech get pushed forward for a moment before he looked back. Deadlock looks over the white line on the counter.

His optics showed distress but his frame remained firm and controlled. Tilting his helm before looking over at the larger mech.

“Just..don’t tell her..or do. I don’t fragging care.” He holds his cup out towards Nightbird. Letting her pour him another drink. Taking a slow sip this time on his drink. His optics still on Deadlock. Deadlock fighting the urge but he also can’t disobey his lord. Scourge and the two femmes watching with a smirk. Megatron waiting in anticipation. Everything falling together as he wished it to.

—--

You were behind Starscream fixing up the jewelry around Starscreams neck cables. Starscream just complained about Megatron's lack of attention recently.

You didn’t pay much thought into his words though. Just hoping you and Deadlock can leave as soon as you both can back to the ship. Starscream watched you as he spoke. Thinking about what Megatron told him earlier he turns to face you. His cervos going to your shoulders and leaned close.

Your own cervos going to his shoulderplates to make sure he doesn’t get too close.

“You know, things have been very dense with Nightbird for I and Megatron. We could use a couple other swingers from our side. To get rid of the intensity of things given we pretty much won. Optimus and the autoboobs have disappeared and all.” He spoke smoothly, hugging you suddenly in a way practically throwing himself on you.

“Okay-” You started off, your cervos still gripping his shoulder to gently move his back a bit.

Your cervos taking his wrists to stop him from moving his cervos around your waist and other parts of your frame. “Starscream. Just because we knew each other a time before. Doesn’t mean we that close. It’s just Deadlock and me. We ain’t interested.”

You stated firmly. Starscream sighing softly and leaned against the edge of the counter.

The mech pouts before responding, almost annoyed. “You’re not as fun like before.” You sighed softly, taking his cervo and guiding him out of the room. “Come on, before Megatron gets upset about you taking forever.”

You spoke firmly.  You both walk together back to the VIP section.

Deadlock sitting back in his chair. Cleaning his nose while feeling Megatrons cervo pat his shoulder plate with one cervo before leaving it there to hold his shoulder. Chuckling to himself. Scourge, Nightbird and Slipstream laughing with him at the moment. Megatron being the first to notice you and starscream returning. You still holding Starscreams cervo so he doesn’t wander off and upset Megatron.

Megatron watching both your frames and the way you both strut.

Taking another heavy drink and leaned back. Deadlock notices you soon and tries to relax his spark at the sight of you. Knowing he broke his promise again. You stepped past Deadlock towards Megatron to move Starscream closer to Megatron. Starscream already getting excited to sit back with Megatron. Only for the mech to nudge and in a way basically push Starscream to sit next to him on the expensive cushion. 

Suddenly and harshly grabbing your wrist. Pulling you onto his lap right in front of Deadlock. Your cervos immediately goes to Megatron's chassis to try to get off.

Megatron reaching his other cervo to your hip. Making you sit down on his lap.

Deadlocks optics glaring at him with his frown growing at the sight. Scourge and the femmes laughed together. Megatron notices this while you struggle. Megatron notices his glare, seeing how far he can go to upset Deadlock. He then looks over at you as you actively avoid looking at him while still trying to get away.

With a soft sigh, he lets you go. “Relax, just fragging with you my lieutenant." He playfully mocked.

Holding his cervos up as you made your way to Deadlocks lap. Deadlock holding you like before as kisses your forhelm. Megatron and the others laughing again together as Starscream claimed his spot on Megatron's lap again. The two sharing a heated kiss with each other.

Deadlocks cervo on your waist rubs slowly to try to calm you down.

His other cupping your cheek as a way of comfort like always. Closing your optics you lean more into Deadlocks frame and touch, promising yourself that you’ll stay in his arms for the rest of the night. No matter what. Deadlock continues to sit and be present for the party. Hoping for the rest of the night you don’t find out what he did.

—--

You awaken with a sudden jolt. The memory and dream awakening you from your slumber. The night being some time ago. Waking with a soft groan.

Deadlocks hold on your firm and his helm once hidden at the back of your neck. The front of his frame pressed against your back, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The covers over both your waists in the berth. Groaning softly as you sat up slowly in his arms. Flinching slightly at your soreness for your valve.

Raising the cover over your side. Your panel was still open, leaking Deadlocks load from last night's activities.

Quietly and slowly the best you can.

You get out the berth, making sure to guide his arms gently onto the bed and pillows as he snored softly in his sleep.

Closing your panel and cleaning your inner thighs from any evidence. You make your way over to the door with quiet steps. Walking through the sliding open door. You start to make your way over towards Knockout's office that’s normally open early in the morning. Your cervo rises to your shoulder to adjust to your soreness.

When you reached Knockout's office, he was currently speaking with his sparkmate Breakdown as you sat in the waiting hair by yourself. Your cervos on your lap while you began to be deep in thought.

After some time Knockout came to take an energon blood sample on your arm for any infection and check your health after it being some time since your last check up. When Knockout returns he seems worried but also surprised. Though his smirk remained in order to keep you relaxed as he came to sit in front of you with a data pad.

“Well you records show you’re still healthy, your strong frame still working very well to keep you strong. But….” he trials off.

This grabs your attention. Your knees closer, digits fidgeting with each other, and optics focused on him. Knockout giving a soft sigh before finally finishing his words. “You’re sparked.” He said in a monotone voice. Already used to this happening with other Cybertronians on the ship. Watching for your reaction.

“....................................................................Oh slag-”

—--

This was not good. For one, Deadlock finally kept his promise with getting off the drugs. But you definitely weren’t prepared. Being a Decepticon, your mind was always busy with other thoughts and goals for the time being. Mainly surviving and trying to keep you both alive between you and Deadlock. Now you two were to be carrier and sire for a sparkling brought into a world of war.

You made your way back to your shared berthroom,. Thanking Knockout before making your way out.

Thinking about what you should say to Deadlock and how you should break the news to him. Your cervos shaking from the anticipation. Reaching the door, you open it with a quiet slide. Looking up from the floor to only see an empty berth. Deadlock was gone!

About to step forward, you’re stopped by Megatron himself. His heavy pedes fill the wide halls of the part of the ship. Catching your attention.

You looked over at your leader, bowing your helm in respect without a second thought. Your arms down your sides. Looking down with your helm low while he stepped closer. Only speaking once he stopped in front of you. His large and rough cervo goes under your helm to your chin. Making you look up at him so his bright red optics bore into your very building. 

His expression both calm and unreadable. The two different for whoever looks. But just by feeling you can tell he was pissed. His voice deep and smooth in a way you’d never want to hear. “Little one…Do you know of your mates where abouts? Be wise with me.” 

His thumb digit gently rubs over your dermas and cheek. Rough but not harmful. With a bit of gentleness.

With a shaky breath, your dermas part from each other to speak. “No, sir. Last seen on my side was much earlier in our shared berth over almost twenty minutes ago. I was not told about his plans, Lord Megatron-” SLAM. You flinched in your spot. His other cervo told holding your chin, his other having slammed against the closed door behind you. Leaning his larger frame closer, looming over you. 

His optics becoming more intense with his frown, his helm tilting to the side slightly at you in search for any signs of lie. His cervo slowly making its way down from your chin to the side of your neck. His digit then rubbing at the front of your throat.

Leaning up to stand straight again. Not moving his cervo just yet finally speaking again.

“You are loyal to the Decepticon cause.” It was a firm command for an answer over a question. His helm tilted forward. Your dermas frown as you listen to his words. Refusing to show more fear. You spoke again.

“I am, Lord Megatron. I fight for our cause. Never forgetting where I came from and why I joined the war.”

Your optics were sharp. Refusing to show fear despite your spark racing. Trying hard to keep it calm as you looked up at the intense former gladiator. 

Your posture straight, his cervo only squeezing slightly at your throat. His optics then lower to the rest of your frame. His other rising to place a gentle poke at your stomach. The tip of two digits grazing over the front of your stomach gently.

Your frame holding back from his touch. Trying to stay calm after knowing what you know now. Waiting for his next words when his optics returned on yours. Giving a hum.

“You are lucky that addicted buffoon could never give you a sparkling with his weak frame…He stole a ship sometime ago. The traitor is a coward. Guess you’ve been pushed to 3rd lieutenant. I expect to see you in my council later at noon….” Was all he said. Moving his cervos from your frame. Taking a step back so he was facing you sideways before speaking again.

Is all he left. Stepping away back down the halls towards the council down a corner. A shaky breath past your dermas and finally relaxed your frame from the intensity you felt for what felt like forever. Your cervo placed against the wall next to the door with a lean.

Trying to catch your breath, your other cervo quickly going over your stomach. Trying to calm your spark the best you can.

Your optics closing. Realization hitting you harder now after. He left you..Straight up left you alone on a ship he told you to join to be with him. That bastard. Your mind clicking again. What did he take? You walk into your berthroom. Looking around the room before you see a data pad with a note on your side on your pillow.

Your spark quickened for a moment. Walking over to it, sitting on your berth. You read over the data pad.

“My dear spark, I’m sorry I was never able to keep my promise before the war. Even after joining. I was always too scared you’d hate who I was. I didn’t want to lose the one good thing I had unless it was by my own cervo. I didn’t treat you the way I promised all those years ago. I wasn’t always good to you. I hope you can find it in your spark to forgive me one day. Only time will tell if our paths shall cross again..One day. Yours, Deadlock.”

It was in his handwriting. Your thumb digit gripping harsher at the data pad. Causing a small crack, your frown growing as you read the words.

Throwing the data pad at a sudden rage, breaking it completely against the wall. Your optics flickering red for a moment. Unknowing of the figure watching you from your door. One of blue optics and yellow and blue frame at your door. Narrowing their optics they leave without another word. Making sure you never saw them there.

Refusing to cry this time, you stand. Turning in your pedes back towards your door. Heading out to the council meeting to finally show your true potential. No longer being held back with your former mate.

During the meeting, you couldn’t help notice a certain mech in yellow and how he seemed to be interested in you. Sitting across from you while you sat next to Megatron. Being his new 3rd in command and all. You also sat next to a purple mech named Cyclonus. He being the only nice one towards you.

After some time and proving yourself without much effort to Megatron.

You were instantly respected. But it only became harder when your stomach started to show. Megatron was angry at first that you were sparkling. But when you were five months in your pregnancy, he spoke about his interest in taking the sparkling under his wing given that your sparkling is from two powerful Cybertronians and having two well known Cybertronian grandsire and grandcarrier.

But after your sparkling was born, Megatron was in a scary fact, joyed about a sparkling born of a sparkling of a knight. Showing interest in elping raise the sparkling. But with every strength in you as much as you could. You refused his so-called help.

Deciding he’ll just have to win your affections first out of respect for you after time.

Eventually you and the mech Cyclonus grow closer as friends. Though he liked you, he was always more pulled towards mechs than with femmes and neutral bots. You two chose to stick together through the hard times ahead. Being the only ones to understand each other.

After some time you would later meet Pharma. He was sly and always spoke in a way to keep your guard down.

But you gave him the benefit of the doubt and after some time, you both fell in love with each other. At least you did with him. Never knowing of Pharma's true intentions. Though scared because of Deadlock, you made sure to always stay cautious. Even when your sparkling would eventually come to the world and see the world for the first.

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Seven years passed.

The war was brought to a sudden end when Megatron finally realized his ways had gone far from what he truly wanted at the very beginning. You and a few others have a part in it in some way. You had your sparkling. Deciding to name her Ramage. 

She was born a little sick at her birth but was strong and was able to gain health over a short amount of time thanks to the help around you. 

Having a colored frame close to your carrier Storm reign and light green optics like your sire fearstorm while her frame was mixed of both your and Deadlocks frame. Cyclonus was like his uncle and another caretaker of her when you couldn’t watch her while you worked and at times save money on a babysitter. 

You and Pharma got together after sometime of Ramage's birth. Choosing to remain together. Never having another sparkling with him because he never wanted one before and had himself fixed.

But he still treated Ramage as his own after time but made sure to keep his distance.

You understood his wishes and never pushed him. Considering you will guide both sides as carrier and sire for Ramage so she can have a better chance at developing in life. You understood your sparkling needs you more than ever at her young age. Especially with her being a special case in Cybertrionian history. She didn’t develop as easily and at times not as fast like other sparklings. 

Another case is that she was smaller than most femme Cybertronians at the same age.

A runt of Cybertronians much like you were as a sparkling at a time before. She still had yet to speak and was mainly a sparkling who always loved being near you. But can show strength when most needed. You loved your sparkling to death and had to find a better way to protect her. Not wishing to get rusty but at the same time missing the thrill at times to fight on the fields.

You eventually decide to settle with bounty hunting on Cybertron when the war ended and Cybertronians are able to live a normal life back on the planet.

One day being told and convinced to join the new cause of the newest Prime, Rodimus. First by Cyclonus who believes it can be a good path awakening for them. At first sceptical until Pharma later on convinced you they should go after work that same day. You finally agreed after some thought.

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The day came for Rodimus' announcement. You along with Cyclonus stood together in the large crowd to hear his speech. You held Rammage who was fast asleep in your arms.

Cyclonus keeping a sharp cervo at your shoulder on the same side where Ramage rested her helm on with a cautious look. Recognizing many autobots and Decepticons from close and afar. Pharma currently working on a business deal now that he’ll be joining the Lost Light.

You watched with anticipation.

Seeing first a large blue mech with a frown on his dermas and cervos clenched. Another walks up after, standing on the other side with two double swords. Thinner with white, red and grey on his frame. His optics blue and having a twink look to you. Somehow, to you. He looked very familiar in a way like you both met before. You glanced up at Cyclonus, he wasn’t looking up the stage. His mind seemed to be elsewhere.

When you looked forward again, the leader Rodimus finally took stage. Making his large speech like all those who came before him being the newest Prime.

The white samurai Cybertrionian spins his sword and stands with his sword held down in front of him on guard. The blue mech doing the same. Rodimus makes his speech keeping it short and sweet. You’d glance at Ramage and notice the sparkling being able to sleep through anything. You’d glance up again, noticing how the larger mech was specifically looking down at you with a side glance.

Making you realize it’s Ultra Magnus. You two having known each other before because of your shared love for poetry back in both your youths before you both went different paths.

After Rodimus' speech, you and Cyclonus make your way to the entrance of the ship. Pharma joins you in line to board on to the ship. Cyclonus and Pharma start to bicker with each other behind you while you just focus on trying to keep rammage asleep in your arms.

Time passing for you on the Lost Light. 

You and Pharma were now fully set on the ship together with Ramage's own room created for her in the shared berthroom. Cyclonus having found a shorter roommate he seems to tolerate a little better like he does with you.

Over your time with being on the Lost Light. You tried to keep it on the down low for your background of being a child of a Cybertronian Knight. Your sparkling though having rare green optics made her be seen as a possible sparkling of a Cybertrionian Knight. You choosing to claim that you had a one night stand with a random Cybertronian femme who must’ve been a sparkling of a knight.

Others choosing to not pass another glance and judgement since the whole mission is to find the remaining Cybertronian Knights anyway,

Things seemed to be peaceful for the time being while Rodimus and the others chose to keep trying to find the other Cybertronian Knights. It wasn’t until one day while you were getting ready to visit Pharma at work with Ramage in your arms. 

Walking out to the halls to over the main work sector of the ship did you suddenly run into the one and only Rodimus Prime.

“Hm? Ah! Just the Cybertronian I was looking for. I was hoping I’d run into you. Now come with me we have so much to discuss!” He spoke with a cheer in his tone. Having that million credits charming smile you’ve heard others speak about so fondly before.

Opening his arms towards you and your sparkling. Next to him was his second in command Ultra Magnus. Who just keeps giving that look from that speech day. Rodimus cervo going to your shoulder to lead you back to his office. As you’re being pushed you see Pharma speaking to a few Cybertronians over some business. He looked over at you and gave a thumbs up.

Letting you know he knows about Rodimus having come to find you and that he can wait for you.

Before you knew it you were led to the area for the council. The area had a few offices and even a lobby for the council and their works under Rodimus' watch. The samurai Cybertronian was there sharpening his swords in a unique way unfamiliar to you. 

Seeming to not have noticed you, Rodimus and Ultra Magnus have entered as Rodimus then lead you to his own office with Ultra Magnus.

Once the door closed. Rodimus released your shoulder speaking again while he walked over to his office chair and sits down. Placing his arms on the desk as he looked at you. “I’ll cut to the chase before that little future knight of yours awakens.” He said casually.

Ultra Magnus walking to stand by you where he sits stands by the couch in the room and holds up a data pad as if looking over some force of records.

 “You see I was hoping it was just some rumor that I just happened to have a grandsparkling of a knight on my very ship with a carrier with no real knowledge of the sire besides the remembrance of a one night fling. So, tell me.” His smile disappears, his expression more serious but his optics remained focus as ever while he stared you down.

“Is this true?” He questioned.

Thinking fast without breaking character. You spoke with calculated speech and a firm stance with your words.

“She is, Prime. I didn’t know the mech I met that night at a party was the son of a Cybertronian Knight. 

When I realized I was certain that she is my responsibility and deserves a life of a normal civilian much like us before the war. I am her carrier, so I decide what’s best for her.” You spoke firmly. Rodimus and Magnus watching you closely. You then continued. “That won’t be a problem, will it?”

You dared to question. Being a carrier really gives you confidence.

Silence filled the room between you three. The soft sound of rammage still sleeping against your shoulder being the only source of sound. Rodimus leaned back in his chair to stand. Showing his height with his only an inch taller than yourself.

After a moment, the red twink mech smiled and chuckled to himself. Soon downright laughing to himself from your little declaration for your sparkling. Not catching onto the fact that you;re lying to them.

Giving a soft hum he walks around the desk and goes to stand by your side placing his larger cervo on your arm for comfort as he speaks back in his cheerful voice. “Relax, I just had to be certain. Anyone would jump on the chance to say they’re the child or grandchild of a knight. Hell, I didn’t believe Optimus when he said his sire was Codexa.”

He chuckled deeply. Magnus shaking his helm with a sigh from Rodimus' little trick.

You taking notice as Ramage started to stir awake slowly in your arms. Slowly opening her optics he looks around. Rodimus continued to speak. His cockiness showed with his cervo dramatically going to his chassis and the other on his hip. Not noticing Ramage has awakened yet.

“Besides, I know a thing or two about not wanting to be a certain way and given he’s so young! Another reason though is because I’ve read your records. You’re a skilled fighter, I was hoping you’d join my council now since you, well-” He raises his optic ridges in a suggestive manner. You have a small forced smile at his words. 

You have to keep this image up.

You hummed to yourself. Looking down at your now awake sparking who was nuzzling her faceplate against your shoulder to try to wake herself up.

Rodimus held his cervo out for you. His smile remains for you to decide to take his offer. An even more and better chance to protect your sparkling. Your shoulders slumping slightly and a more genuine smile on your dermas appear. Holding Ramage in one arm, your other reaching so your cervo shakes his in agreement. Ramage finally leaning up and looks around her surroundings.

Rodimus shook your cervo and looked at Ramage who seemed curious and confused. “Ah, our little knight has awakened. You sleep, good little bud?” Rodimus asked softly with excited optics. Magnus peaked over curiously from his data pad. 

Ramage just stared at him with a blank expression and wide optics.

The sparkling then suddenly hides her face at your neck. Causing you and Rodimus to laugh together at her flustered action.

Rodimus then stepped closer. His expression and voice softer as he spoke to you with sincerity. Looking down at both you and Ramage. “I’m honored to have you on the team. And I can promise the best babysitter for you while out on missions and meetings when you need! We can go over that later. It’s getting later and I’m sure you’re exhausted form needing the rest. You’re dismissed.”

He left off with a soft tone. Ramage the whole time having looked back a bit. Glaring at him as if thinking he’s up to something.

Rodimus notices this and chuckles deeply. Reaching his cervo to her so Ramage would take his digit to shake. Ramage looks at the mechs digit, instead of grabbing it, she just tapped at it with her smaller one before then looking over at Magnus. Getting more excited looking at him. Rodimus' ego was definitely bruised by this. You give a small chuckle. Placing a cervo on his shoulder in comfort.

Along with a comforting smile.

“I’ll see you in the meeting tomorrow, um- sorry for getting very defensive earlier. “ You said in a nervous tone. Rodimus chuckled his happier smirk returning. “No worries. We look forward to having you around, I’ll have one of my best warriors to come pick ya up at your berthroom." He finished.

You three leaving things there. You make your way back to your berth room with Ramage who seemed very interested in what was with you. Noticing a small shift in your optics, her own in curiosity.

It was a little concerning at times when thinking about your own sparkling. When you made your way back to your berthroom Pharma was already there in the berth looking over his data pad when you definitely walked in with your sparkling. Standing up fast and walking over when you placed Ramage down watching her walk away to her small play area before you looked over at Pharma.

“Welcome back, let me guess.” His pointer digit points at Ramage. “Sparkling of a Knight?”

You only give a nod. Your cervo going to your arm as you walked past him. Stopping when Pharma stopped you by hugging you from behind. Trying to give the best comfort of his abilities but his voice doesn't really show much of him trying.

“You aren’t alone with trying to protect Ramage you know ... .Now you possibly have a whole team willing to protect your sparkling!”

Your optics twitched slightly. Questioning why you were with this mech again. Pharma noticing this, he moves fast, turning you around suddenly with his cervos. Forcing a convincing chuckle under his mask before speaking. “Obviously I do as well. But you know of my own business." He states firmly. 

You narrowed your optics and tilted your helm slightly from his words.

Crossing your arms he speaks again. “I’ll be able to help out on the ship but knowing you, I won’t overstep and promise to follow your lead. The respect you deserve.”  His voice is smooth. Manipulative to stroke your needs and ego. Nuzzling the side of his hem against yours in affection.

Listening to his words. You hummed as a response. A smile on your dermas and optics closed, choosing to listen to him and his words. Rammage on the other cervo watches from his little play area.

Her optics narrowing at Pharmas words, while also at the same time nibbling at his toy in suspicion from afar. You and your small family turning in for the night sometime after. Rammage choosing to sleep between both you and Pharma for the night. Is suspicion keeping him awake. Watching Pharma all night with bright yellow optics.

In the morning.

You were getting ready with Pharma. He had his mask off. Always preferring to take it off himself. You always just assumed it was because of trauma. You both shared a kiss goodbye when he left for his business deal on the other side of the ship.

Finishing your frame wax you walked over to rammage who was still playing in his play area again for the morning. Picking him up in your arms. Giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“Now you be on your best behavior and don’t wander off. We don’t need what happened to Cyclonus to happen again…again..” You glanced away now getting worried now that you’re actually thinking about it while Ramage just seems to only keep staring at you. Putting on a nervous smile, your cervo rises to gently pet her helm. “Everything will be alright…”

Ramage just let you and looked at you worried.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Walking over to answer it. There stood Ultra Magnus with his usual frown and cervo holding another data pad. “If you will follow me please.” He said firmly, already taking a step away to head towards the office.

You start following him. Ramage already getting excited just by seeing Ultra Magnus in your arms.

Behind the large blue mech you try your best to calm down Rammage who just wanted to be closer to Magnus.

Before you knew it you were at the council's lobby. When entering the other council members were at the lobby or in their offices together. Your attention pulled when you felt Magnus tapped your shoulder for a moment. When you looked at him he had his cervos held out for Ramage. You were confused at first until Magnus spoke. Noting your concern.

“I am the babysitter. She will be with me in my office until you are ready to get her.”

“Oh..right. Of course.” Was all you said. Letting him take Ramage. You made your way inside the councils meeting hoping to see Rodimus. Walking closer you sat in a chair a bit far from the head of the table. 

About to sit down until you noticed a folded stand piece of paper with your name.

It was next to the seat of the head table. Sitting down you choose to wait for the time being. Glancing around the area and details on the walls. 

Frame with pictures of Rodimus and landscapes of Cybertron and other parts of the galaxy. Even one with Rodimus hugging the hell out of Orion Pax after becoming Rodimus Prime. You suddenly heard a door on the other side of the room open. Entering in was that Samurai mech. One cervo on his hip and the other holding a data pad.

You swear his thighs rub against each other while he walks.

He sits down across from you, not having noticed you yet. You just stared at him. There was definitely something familiar with him…Was he that guy you slept with back when you were a data clerk? The silence stretched in the room.

Now trying to be quiet, you reach your cervo in your chassis pocket, take out a data pad and looks it over. The soft click from his mug. The silence was killing you.

You glanced towards the other doors for a moment. The mech across you chuckling to himself a couple times while still focused on his own data pad. You were thinking about what to say. About to speak until the doors open again for the meeting to start. “Alright we’re all here, time to begin the meeting of the new Primes High Council for the Lost Light!” Rodimus cheered.

You placed your data pad. The mech across from you still refuses to look up. Seeming tired.

Rodimus took his seat at the head of the table between you and the other mech. The other council members took their seats. Rodimus then speaks for the meeting to commence. “Alright my fellow Cybertronians, as you all know we have a new member.”

Rodimus spoke almost fondly. His smile was bright and excited. When he finally said your name the mech was sipping his drink.

Only to suddenly spit his drink out on the chair next to him for a good five seconds. You, Rodimus and the other mechs and femmes in their other chairs watched with parted dermas in shock at his sudden but mistaken action. The mech then coughs and holds a napkin to the poor mech. Who just stared at him before taking the napkin and stood to walk away to clean himself up.

“Now Drift, no need to get all excited. They’re here to help us on our mission.”

Rodimus playfully remarked and stated. His cervo the going over yours on the table as he continued with speaking. “Now don’t let our little samurai scare you, he may seem sweet but he can kick aft like there’s no tomorrow. Also if Magnus tells you things otherwise they’re only half true.”

You chuckled at his words. You and Rodimus having a small laugh together for a moment. Not noticing the small glare Drift was giving Rodimus and his cervo that was over yours.

The meeting commences for you and the council. A couple hours passing by while you all went over the evidence you have on trying to find where the surviving knights went and the others about what action they should take in finding them. Rodimus chose to ignore the concept of returning to Cybertron and even finding Orion Pax after finding Codexa with knights.

The meeting carried on until a it’s been already four hours.

You and the others made your way out of the room to go see your family. You figured Magnus could watch Ramage for a little while longer so you can go visit Pharma at his office. Rodimus still inside the office to go over notes and the other members either staying or leaving like you.

When you made your way down a different and empty hall. You were suddenly stopped by a cervo gently grabbing your arm from behind. Making you stop abruptly.

Something about it felt so familiar in both comforting, but also scary. When you looked back it was that Samurai again. He seemed a bit out of breath and nervous about something. You looked back at him with a curious and understanding smile while you spoke. “Drift? Did you need omething?” You asked curiously, staking a small step closer. His cervo let go, realizing he was still holding on.

“I…Maybe..”

He started first. your helm tilting to the side for a moment at his words. Still trying to figure out why this mech looked so familiar to you. And why was he so nervous? He seemed to be shaking, was he scared? 

Crazy nervous about something?

He looked at you, his dermas parting for a moment. Then closing. You stood there patiently, about to say something until he finally spoke. His cervos clenching at his sides before he finally spoke.

“I never thought ... .I...” he started again. You’re certain something was the matter when he looked away, feeling bad. Your cervo started to reach for him. In a way to comfort, but rose mid air when he finally spoke his next words that took you fully by surprise. “I’m sorry! I never thought that I’d see you again! And I’ve lived with that regret ever since. For leaving you on that Decepticon ship!”

He said while looking at you, his optic sad and vulnerable.

You stood there, frozen. Not truly knowing what to do at first. Your spark racing with thoughts and your cervos unsure to clench or not for a moment. You just stared at him in disbelief. About to take a step back until his cervo grabbed your arm.

“Please..Let me explain.” He pleaded. You two just staring at each other. A very unexpected reunion.

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New Beginnings: Revisiting

Part Two

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Solars IDW Series: TF!IDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Introduction             Other Series

Part One, Part Three, Part Four

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Important Notes: This chapter is a little shorter than the last part, for this one I wanted to set up more scenes for reader with a few characters and plot points. The next one will have smut but this part will only have a few suggestive scenes here. This part is more story driven. The next chapter though will be very, very long so look out for that. Hope you all are able to enjoy this chapter and see you in the comments and next one.

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Contents/TW: 18+, a few ships, Megatron x Reader, Death, Blood and Gore, Suggestive Themes, Wholesome Sparkling Moments, Several Time Jumps, Healthy Side of Deadlock x Reader Relationship For Now, Bit of Reader Lore, More Coming Soon, Shorter Chapter (Kinda), SA, Forced Relationship.

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—-----------------------Flashback: Over Millions Years Ago—

Today was like any other. Things were peaceful and quiet for the Library of Iacon. Alpha Trion, a secret Prime, writes in his book in his private office. You were working as a data clerk today making sure things remained peaceful and put together. Currently walking by one of the book shelves putting the correct data records at their respective spots. Everything was calm and quiet.

For the time.

A smile on your dermas, one that others would say was common for you. But really it was a habit you learned to accept over time for yourself. In the library, other Cybertronians walk by in search of history and information for their own reasons. You hummed quietly to yourself without making too much noise through the narrowed halls between the large shelves.. Pushing a cart full of data pads while the evening carried on around sundown.

That is until you heard a noise. A chuckle and faint speaking back over at the front of the library. Peaking past a bookshelf, you see your fellow librarian friend Orion Pax and Damus.

Who mainly worked as an engineer for the city and sometimes Kaon. The two currently being bullied by two taller Cybertronians of the high guard. Getting teased at for both being smaller and having attractive figures to them (And in overall Cybertronian attractiveness). Damus being the only one trying to fight back, Orion tries his best to calm down the situation.

Both Orions cervos holding Damus to try to calm him down.

Damus on the other cervo was pointing his digit at one of the taller Cybertronians chassis as high up as he can reach while he scolds her. The femme only smirked at his non threatening words. Meanwhile the other Cybertronian, a mech who was also a racer for the Iacon races. Kept staring at both Damus and Orion with a small smirk. Teasingly poking at Orions side or trying to get his attention while messing with him. Orion clearly uncomfortable trying to stay close to Damus.

Other Cybertronians seeming to not pass them any mind, though for you that was different. “Not again.” You’d sigh to yourself in a quiet voice. Stepping away from the cart to make your way over to the four near the front desk. Adjusting your metal cuffs at your wrist and flexing your fist open and closed during your path to them.

“Come on shorty, let us help you release some of that tension-” The mech spoke, voice deep voice. Close to Orions audio sensors.

His cervos now gripping Orions lower waist pulling him closer away from Damus. Orion didn’t let go of Damus arm even from the sudden rough tug. Orion looks at the mech nervous with a blush but also a bit frightened. The mech able to pull him a bit too rough causing Damus to finally notice, and Orions pedes to lift off the floor a moment. Damus turned quickly towards the mech still holding Orion, but when Damus was about to punch the mech off Orion the femme grabbed his arm.

“For someone without an intake, brat taming you will be a lot harder.” She pulls him closer, her tone with disgustingly flirty. Though her comment was just plain disgusting. Orion and Damus both looked at her in disgust for it.

“But I can work with that.”

She added with a smirk. Both the mech and femme chuckled to themself from her comment. That is until the mech is suddenly punched at the side of his faceplate. The larger mech flying into the front desk. Making the desk tip back with him with only his legs dangled over the side now with him on his back.

The femme looks back at you.

Her cervos letting go of Damus without really realizing it. Giving Damus the chance to gently grab Orion by his arms, moving himself and Orion out of the way between you and the femme. You, casually flexing your digits wiring from the punch. Turn your helm towards the femme now with a casual and slow step towards her. Your expression calm with your smile on. 

“So sorry, my cervo just slipped, silly me….But since I’m here. Maybe you can tell me what exactly you thought you two were going to be able to get away with, this time?”

Your tilt your helm. Your tone was smooth and low but you didn’t bother to whisper. Not now at least giving the loud ruckus you created with that mech. Knowing full well others will be listening in to the little scene at the front library. The femme doesn’t step back, but she does look upset by your action. Annoyed really.

“Come on now, we were just hanging out-”

“Tsk tsk tsk, Hanging out. That’s totally fine don’t get me wrong. But touching one of Iacons most secure and precious librarians is against Library rules. Especially in the Iacon Library itself. Not to mention not using your inside voices is also a no no. Not to worry. I can correct your little mistakes. After all, you’re only getting a pass because, ha. I’m not using my inside voice.”

A small Cybertronian, around preteen age, peaks their helm from behind a shelf. Watching the whole ordeal with a data pad looking large in their little cervo.

Their creators together peek their helm out to watch out, being just a nosey rather than scolding their sparkling. Not long after though the femme was thrown past them into the cart. Though she kept rolling on the ground before finally bumping into a book shelf between tables where other Cybertronians were. A few trying to hide their laughs. While you dusted your cervos as if they were dirty. Only to be hit on the back of your helm.

“You shouldn’t do that! Alpha Trion will get upset and we might get fired!” Orion scolded you. Damus behind him with a cervo on his shoulder trying to calm him.

But Orion wasn’t backing out.

“Things can be better cervoed with peace!” Orion continued. Only for you to gently grab his wrists to stop him from hitting your chassis. The three of you being around the same height.  “Orion relax, he knows how I Cervoed..’Rule Breakers’. Besides they’re fiiine/” You stated in a more relaxing tone.

Trying your best not to smile too much with Orions pouty expression, trying his best to be serious expression. He was very mad at you, but his faceplate is just so adorable it’s hard not to call him cute.

Damus though didn’t care. “You should throw them out. They only ever come just to bother us.” He stated firmly. Causing him to get a glare from Orion too. Taking his word, you looked back at the two with a smirk. Orion rolls his optics annoyed. Damus gently patting Orions shoulderplate in both comfort and pity. Knowing that Orion knew he couldn't stop you. Outside Cybertronians are seen walking by and speaking to one another.

One leaning against the wall eating some form of candy is seen casually looking up at the sky. Deadlock.

That is until he sees two Cybertronians fly out the doors from inside. Hearing their screams from being thrown so easily. The femme landed on her faceplate and the mech landing on top of her back. The Cybertronian, a mech whistled both impressed but also amused.

Not long after Damus is seen walking out. Speaking as he walked over up the legs of the mech on top to stand with his weight on them both. Though not that he was too heavy or anything on them. Standing on top easily. “Good lunch Orion, let's do this again another time? Maybe we’d fight more Elite Guards.” The mechs teased in an almost cocky tone. You and Orion walk out together listening to him.

Orion hugging himself still pouty about what you did. You on the other cervo had a smile on your dermas watching Damus. “Us? You mean while I do the fighting and you eat my energon lunch.” You teased him. You and Damus laughing together.

Orion just shakes his helm.

Damus leaves not long after to return for his job. You and Orion watch him walk away before he transforms into some form of Cybertronian Air Craft. Helming off to the sky for faster transportation. You turn back towards Orion, who just seemed disappointed while looking down. You place your cervo on his shoulder plate.

“Sorry OP, I’ll uh, be gentler next time. But you should really see about standing up for yourself too.” Your words were encouraging with a more welcoming smile like before. Orion staring at you for a moment before his optics drifting down towards the floor.

He understood what you were trying to say. But a part of him always hated the idea of fighting. You knew this. But you can’t always protect him even when Orion doesn’t say anything. Just walks back inside to clean up the mess you made. You sighed to yourself, knowing he’ll be upset for a while. Your cervos place on your hips watching him. Guilt clear on your faceplate and optics drift to the side.

Knowing you should try making it up to him later. He’ll probably try taking the blame for you with Alpha Trion. But you would be pulled from your thoughts when someone suddenly hugs you from behind. “Surprise-WOAH-” Deadlock tries to surprise you from behind. 

But you were fast on grabbing him from behind to lift him over your helm and throw him onto the ground in front of you.

Landing with a heavy thud on his back in front of you. “Primus sake Deadlock! You can’t be doing that!” You called out in a panic but also apologetic for hurting him the way you did. Immediately picking him up under his arms up back on his pedes with a soft toss in the air. Your strength is a little too casual in public for a normal Cybertronian. But to Deadlock, at this point just assumes it’s because you work out. A lot.

“Ouch, could at least say you’re sorry-” He teased. “Just wanted to surprise you. I’ve also been thinking- a lot-” He started off a bit nervous. Though his deep voice made it hard to tell, or really pay attention to notice.

“Of?” You asked curiously. Your voice smooth and seductive. You can’t be so subtle around him even when you want to. Cervos together behind your back while Deadlock dusts himself off from a metal floor. Taking a deep breath, a smile on his dermas. Optics open and a larger smile on his dermas.

Cervos gently grabs your lower waist and looks at you straight in the optics.

“Let's do a heist.” He says with confidence. Silence. You stared at him for a moment. “What-” He chuckles. Giving you a small spin after grabbing your cervo.

Once stopping, his grip on your cervo held on. Pulling you closer, his other cervo placed at your upper back to hold you close. That stupid smile remained with a twinkle in his optics. “A little fun. You’ve been wanting to try to raise money for those orphanages along with putting down more credits into our deposit for later payments for our apartment. What do you say, you did mention you were a bit of a bad bot before you started working here”

He mentions in a teasing tone.

Leaning forward where he has you leaning back on his arm like a princess you’ve seen done before by television from other planets around Cybertron. You can’t help but chuckle at his words.Your cervos hanging on to his shoulder. Looking uo at him you can tell he was confident with what he was saying.

“Alright, alright. If your plan is ‘that’ good. Then we’ll see if it’s somethin’ worth trying.” His smile grew. Throwing his fists in the air in victory. “Yes!”

“Oof!” You fell after he let you go. You now falling on your aft with a small thud.

“Oh- Sorry!” Deadlock apologized. Reaching to help you back up gently from the floor, a little different than when you helped him up moments ago. “It’s alright, I’ve dropped far worse than this.” You admitted playfully. He chuckled at your words. Giving you a smooch on your cheek. In a show of apologetic affection, snuggling the side of his helm on the side of your own in a show of public affection in his apology. You return the affection without hesitation.

Two Cybertronian twin mechs, one red and the other yellow walk by. Noticing the two. “Ew, get a room.” The red one said in mild disgust. You both though ignore him. Giggling as Deadlock continues his affections while starting to kiss at your cheek and hug you tightly. Your helm turns to the side for his kisses. Giggling and even blushing a little.

You two being VERY affectionate in public. Deadlock keeps his arms wrapped around you when he pulls back to face you again, adding more before you have to go back in. “And speaking of plans, why don’t I treat you to a dinner? Was able to get a good job back at Iacon soooo why don’t I treat you sweetspark?I was able to save enough this month.” He says the last sentence in a more seductive voice.

Making you giggle from his words. “Sure, as long as it’s not another, make a run for it. We already can’t go to three restaurants because of you.”

You teased him.

Deadlock chuckles nervously at his words but did have a bit of a guilty expression on his faceplate.”Yeah..” he glanced away in shame.but is pulled from his thoughts when your cervos cupped his cheek plates. Giving him a gentle kiss on the dermas to relax his mind from your comment. The moment peaceful and affectionate. Very needed after the rough past couple of months.

And for you both, that was enough.

—-----------------------------------------Flashback-Over Six Years Ago

The nemesis set peacefully in a single spot of the solar system, the crew sleeping peacefully for the next cycle of night for their species. The time on the ship setting for the entire ship.causing many from the alarm to awaken at last for another day against the Autobots.

You were in your berthroom. It was dim and dark, already having turn your own off in your room. Your optics exhausted, already having been up for hours. All night really, staring up at the ceiling like always. Your cervo resting over your stomach. The other on the side of the berth. Deadlocks spot. A false sense of hope you put for yourself in hopes to see him. The covers up over your chassis to your neck. It’s been a few months, yet all you could think about is him…

Your optics drift to imagine slowly, seeing Deadlocks smiling face before the war in your image. Then all the times and small moments you were both together.

And though the world would never change for you both. His touch, voice…you miss it so, so much. Or that moment, you didn’t realize you were finally drifting to sleep just from the thoughts of him. But, your thoughts are forcibly pulled from you because of your crying sparkling.

Sitting up quickly.

You get up quickly towards the crib at the other side of the small berthroom. Walking over on quick pedes, you quickly coo her softly to relax her. Ramage lay on her back with her chassis opened. Her cervos fisted and close to her chassis. Her bright green optics open once she feels you lift her in your cervos. Being a very small sparkling in your cervos, her helm three times smaller than your cervos. It broke your spark, she was slightly larger than one cervo.

You rest her against your chassis, gently rubbing and petting her back the best you can. Comforting her from any nightmare she was having before you came. Her cries calmed down before anyone could get upset from the sound. Ramage trying to calm her tears.

You continued to gently coo her to relax her racing mind..

She tries to hide her faceplate and tears in your chassis, rubbing it against the top of your chassis. Her little cervos gently grips near her faceplate on your chassis as well. Letting out small and gentle whimpers as she tries to calm down. “There there, Ramage. I got you. Carrier always got you, little one..” You spoke softly. Gently rocking her in your arms now. Walking back to your berth, sitting down at the edge with her on your lap. Try to relax her the best you can and not upset your neighbors.

Gently holding her back with your cervos. Making her rest on her back. Hovering over your lap. She looks up at you with her bright green optics. So much like your carrier. Not having your darker orange ones like your sire. Her spark though, a dark purple like your sires spark. Unlike your dark red spark like your carrier.

Ramage opened her optics slowly again after a moment, seeing the tiredness and sadness in your optics.

She didn’t understand but knew it was something bad. Tears forming in her optics again at the thought. You panicked. “Hey shh shh, non of that little one. Carrier is all right, see? It’s okay my love, please.” You pleaded with her softly. Her little cries not stopping. The sight just made your spark feel even worse than before. Trying to think fast on what to do to make her feel better. Opening your own spark chamber, the red glow catching her attention immediately.

Her little cervos reached towards the gentle glow. A small smile even appearing on her dermas and tears stopping for a moment in her optics. Giggling softly now as she reached the best she could.

Your own smile formed on your dermas now.

Watching her grow excited over the sight of your spark. The very one that helped bring her into this world. Raage slowly calmed down again. Her optics slowly closing in her calmness. Scrunching again with her arms and legs close to her frame. You watched her for a moment, your smile disappearing not long after.

Your cervo still holding her laying form on her back and back of her helm. Your other reaches to gently move her arm to the side to see her spark. It’s like her spark is refusing to let her close.

At times you’ve noticed she seems to struggle. Remembering even once she got fussy and irritated when trying to close her chassis with her own cervos once. Causing her to cry. It even happened before when you picked her up from daycare after your mission with Megatron and other seekers. Sighing softly, your cervo moves over her spark. Trying to sense anything off or to raise any concern over her spark to try to understand it.

But there is no luck. Leaving you unsure of what to do now. Your sparkling calm now, but things might get worse over time with her size. Suddenly, being pulled from your thoughts. A rough knock is heard at your door. standing , you rest Ramage against your chassis again. Opening the door to reveal Starscream himself.

“You’re to join the high council for a sudden meeting with Megatron. I’m here to take Ramage to the other sparklings at daycare and future warriors. Thundercracker will be sure to watch her like always.” Starscream spoke with distaste in his tone. Holding his cervos out casually and carelessly towards Ramage against your chassis. You glanced at your sparkling. Ramage glares at the mech twink in front of them.

You understood why she didn’t like him. It‘s basically the same reason why you don’t either. 

When he noticed both your expressions, he sighed in annoyance and held out both cervos in a more gentle gesture. You gave an approving hum. Glancing at your sparking. She raises her helm giving the same approving gesture she learned from you. Copying just what you did.

You look back down at her, nuzzling the side of your helm against hers now to comfort her. Pressing a gentle kiss on her forhelm before leaning back with one last look at each other.

Looking back at Starscream you spoke firmly towards him. “I’ll see you at the table later, Starscream.” You said firmly and softly, though more firm towards him. Gentle giving Ramage to him. Ramage reaches for you with her smaller cervo. Letting out a couple chirps until Starscream spoke. “She’ll be in the same cervoes. Be ready for you to pick her up after the meeting. You give a small nod, watching him walk away with Ramage.

You took a deep breath.

“Only for a couple hours…” You said to yourself to calm your nerves. Adjusting bits of your armor. You step out of your berthroom. Making your way over to the high councils room to Megatron and the others waiting for you. Your spark shivers despite having done this for months now. Yet that fear never truly goes away.

You doubt it ever will anyway.

—----------------------Present Time

Silence…and rage. Two things you felt VERY well from where you stood. Your own FRAGGING ex was right in front of you, the whole time before without even realizing it. Your cervos clench tightly, dentas gritted and your dark yellow optics narrowed in pure anger towards what parasite was right in front of you. Drift on the other cervo stood there with a nervous and almost pitiful expression on  his faceplate. Like an anxious feline creature.

Guilt.

Continuing to stare at you before finally looking away in shame. You fully take in his appearance now with how much he has changed himself now. You only felt one thing then. Disguist at what you were looking at. Somehow everything continued to try to register, all the years before the war and during it.

Your spark racing and chassis heaving at all the crashing thoughts and emotions going through you all at once now. Unable to really look at him in the optics.

Drift looked back at you, noticing this. In slight panic his cervo reaches up a moment but stops. Hesitant but your expression hardens from a thought. Taking a step closer, his cervo reaching for your shoulder. But when your optics glanced back at him and notice his cervo reaching. Couple quick flashes from during the war return to you. His cervo fresh on your cheekplate and another time of his cervo tightly gripping your wrist.

Leaving a few dents there and even at the side of your waist. Moving quickly on reflex despite the years. You slap his cervo away from you and jump back quickly near the wall behind you. Your arm in front of you is like a shield. Your other over your chassis like a shield for your spark now. A scared expression on your faceplate in fear.

Drift stared at you in shock for a moment, but his expression saddened when he remembered why you did that every time before.

About to speak until your arm that smacked his cervo away turned into a blaster pointed right at his helm. Tears threaten to leave your optics but you refuse to let them fall. Your arm slightly shaking but you remained tall and firm in front of him. The mech stared at the blaster for a moment then back at you. Both hurt but also worried. Scared even by what you were doing. Raising both cervos now in a surrender way to pose as not a threat towards you.

Taking a step back on his pede to give you more room. After a moment though, you chose to finally speak after taking a couple deep breathers.

“You have a lot of balls to even walk up to me….” You said in a low tone. Tilting your helm to the side and optics squinting more in anger towards him. Your blaster starts up slowly with your words. Drift looking more ashamed but also scared from the sight. He really did screw up with what he did to you.

Taking another step back in order to not upset you more. 

“I’m going to do what I should’ve done the morning you FRAGGING LEFT ME!” You yelled out in rage. Though your arm blaster can’t stop shaking.

Drift of course noticed this.

Taking a small step closer now. Seeing the tears and tension in your shoulder plates. He flinched when you yelled at him suddenly, unlike your warm tone voice back when you would be mad at him. He had to be careful before you make a mistake that could cause you, your life. You just stared at him, unable to pull the trigger of your blaster. His cervos carefully and cautiously reach for your arm blaster. Gently taking it in his cervos. The blaster pointed right at his spark.

His expression softer now and apologetic towards you. Your spark continued to race from all the mixed emotions. Finally, tears fall down your cheeks. Your blaster slowly lowering from his cervos without a fight from you.

Drift continued to look at you with that expression, the same one he use to give you back before the war and at the beginning of it before drowning more into his own downfall. But to you, that doesn’t mean he really changed all that much since. Just his frame and optics it seemed.

Your chassis still heaving, your blaster retracts back into your arm now. Trying your best to calm yourself now. Drift taking the chance to step closer now.

His cervos now taking both yours in a way he hopes with be able to comfort you. Saying your name in a soft whisper, trying to say it like the night you first told him your name after saving his life all those years ago. You were lost in thought. Glancing at the floor next to you, trying to calm your spark as he stepped closer. Not realizing how close he was coming now. His cervo, still a little smaller than your own.

Giving a gentle squeeze to grab your attention. When you looked back at you, you just stared at him. Betrayal, abandonment, lost hope of hurt shown well into your expression just by your optics. Closing your optics then to try to calm yourself better. Drift tilted his helm towards your small action.  Raising his cervo from your own to reach for the tear. Only for you to look back at him angry.

Your free cervo slapping his cheek harsh enough to make a sound.

Being a bit more harsh being both metal. Pulling your other cervo from his own harshly as well. drift s helm remained turned to the side, his optics glancing back at you after a moment before turning back towards you. A mark starts to form on his cheekplate once he turns his helm back to you. His expression still apologetic, no sign of anger. “Okay, I deserved that. OOF-” You kick him in the stomach suddenly back making him take a few steps back.

His arms holding over his stomach from the very harsh kick. Speaking in a hurt tone in his voice. “I deserved that too.” He groaned softly. Trying his best to stand straight despite being hunched over a bit.

You gave a harsh huff.

You two standing there unsure what to do next. You slapped him, he knows he deserves it. He understood though on what he should do next. But you had your doubts for a few seconds there. “I’m sorry…” He started softly. You refused to look at him at this moment, wiping away the tears from your cheekplates.

“What I did to you, with and without drugs..Nothing can ever make up for it..and I’m sorry. I know my words can never make it up to you. But please, at least let me explain myself and try to find what I can do to make it up to you after years of pain.”

His words were sincere and honest, you can’t deny that you hear it. His cervo reaches, placing a gentle poke with his digit on your arm in gentleness in order to not scare you. You looked back at him. Uncertain mainly with if you should listen to him or not. His cervo gently holds your elbow, a gentle mixed with a firm hold to better get your attention. Why are you letting him touch you like this? It’s not as bad but still.

“Let me take you to grab some food at Swerves. If that’ll make you comfortable.” He continued speaking softly, his cervo reaching to your shoulder, but your own slaps it away facing him again with cervos fisted down your sides. Thinking about his offer for a moment. Then looking back at him with narrowed optics.

Giving a soft sigh. “Fine.”

—-----------------------------

You and Drift stare at each other across the table. You with one leg over the other and arms crossed. Holding a cup in one cervo on your lap. Drift sitting with his knees together under the table, a nervous smile on his dermas now. His optics gentle to show as not a threat. Unlike the casual cocky type of look he’d usually have before. His digit gently taps the cup in front of him. Silently, his knee is moving in his anxiety under the table.

“You’re not subtle.” You gesture towards his leg under the table. “And your reasoning for leaving me isn’t enough.” You leaned forward on the table more. Drifts backstrut straightening at the small action.

Knowing you were being serious.

“I won’t accept your apology for a long, long time. And unless you can somehow go back in time and get me to forget by doing better there isn’t anything you deserve from m-”

“Your sparkling.”

He interrupts you. Causing you to pause a moment. Your spark stopping a moment in both surprise and fear. Your expression no longer hardened. More nervous and a bit scared for his next words. though , you should be more mad, he asked. Not like he deserves to know.

Leaning back into your chair, cervos fisted on the table now from his words. He stares at you without his smile. Optics more serious like when he was a Decepticons most of the time. Even before you both started dating. A frown on your dermas in anticipation on what his next words are. Your optics narrowed and shoulderplates tense. Drift noticed this, but you couldn’t be sure hat he was thinking.

Somehow, he knew about Ramage.

“Is she my own?” He asked plainly. His tone filled with one like he knows he’s on to something. You remained to not move for a moment at his question. Your cervo on the table clenches tighter into fists.

Your shoulder plates relax more, making a decision. “No, even if she was. Not like I’d let you even hold her.” You said a little too plainly, leaving no room for argument in your tone. Drift optics narrowed more in an angry expression. His cervo clenching his cup and the other pressing his palm into the table. Leaning closer just a bit trying to understand your words. “Don’t lie to me, she has parts of my old armor.”

He stated.

You remained firm. Non-moveable even right now. “I have a type.” You fought back. Your voice too casual now. Resting against your chair with slumped shoulderplates. Showing no fear or remorse in your words. Tilting your helm up towards him with a small frown, he isn’t going to get any satisfaction.

Drift grit his dermas. Mainly by the thought of you with another. The balls of his mech. “Who’s the sire?” He finally said. Looking down at his cup, taking a sip when he looked back at you. Still angry over your words earlier. You knew this, causing the corner of your dermas to twitch. Wanting to smile so badly at his anger. Now he was the one really pissed. Silence fills between you both, he finishes his sip. You taking your turn to sip from your own drink now.

You both stare at each other. Both expressions now unreadable. Drift takes a deep breath, his digits interlocked with each other. His expression relaxes after a moment. “”

“Drift.”A firm, deep voice spoke, catching both your attentions. Your helms turning in the same direction. An older red and white mech walked over to you both with a small smile. Recognizing you both. So you think at first. “You didn't tell me they were on the ship.” The old mech referred to you with a tone of genuine joy in his voice.

Ratchet..

His bright blue optics gentle towards you, Drifts smile returning on his dermas towards the mech. The same way he’d smile towards you back in the time before. It made your spark break, you didn’t even realize till now it would. You watched as Drift stood to hug him. The two embrace each other before sharing a passionate but short kiss. “You didn’t tell me you were meeting with them, it’s been a while. Hasn’t it?”

Ratchet glances at you. He only ever really smiled at you and Drift along with a small few others back on Cybertron. You remained in your seat. The sight of them kissing breaking your spark more than ever now. Ratchet being someone you new well even before meeting Drift. Giving a forced smile more towards Ratchet.

“Hey…Ratch.” You said softly.

Unable to keep your forced smile when finally looking away. Ratchet noticed this. He and drift look at each other with a knowing look. Drifts arm around Ratchet's waist. Ratchet takes a step closer out of Drift's reach. Reaching for your cervo as he spoke. “I understand if you’re angry. But it was never our intention to-” You slap his cervo away from your own on the table. Standing up from your chair suddenly.

“Wait, at least let me explain.” Ratchet tried to stop you. Drift staying behind, watching in mainly guilt. “I think I’ve seen enough. Dead-..Drift has already told me what I need to know. Out of all the other mechs in my life. I’d think you would actually do something about the situation you brought yourself into.” You scolded.

Maybe a little too lightly.

“You both aren’t worth my time.” You turn on your pedes. Tossing a few credits onto the table. Walking away towards the exit. Ratchet and Drift watch you. Knowing they both messed up never going back for you.

Leaving just in time before the waterworks started up again. Primus you were better than this!! Why can’t you be strong like you’re supposed to be! Little did you see the two were fighting after you left the room. Both throwing jabs at each other over what just happened. You made your way over to Cyclonus room. Who was sitting at his desk with Ramage on with her little legs dangling off the edge. Singing a soft song of old Cybertronian even in the same language.

Ramage listens closely with a smile on her little dermas.

Walking in casually. You and Cyclonus having each others keys to each others berthrooms in case of emergencies. Plopping yourself on the berth exhausted from the long meeting and meeting Ramages sire. Your legs dangling off the berth. Ramage and Cyclonus not noticing you until a moment later. “Wawa!” Ramage cooed.

Cyclonus picks her up and lets her down. Staying close as she runs as fast as she can with her small legs over to you. Getting under your legs while Cyclonus sits on the berth next to you. Watching Ramage for a moment.

Making her way to one of your pedes, she jumps onto the side of your pede and hangs on with her little robot strength. Crawling on top before standing at the back of your ankle plates. Weighing nothing as she walks up your leg to your back. Sitting down with a sudden thud. Sitting at the middle of your back and little legs not able to dangle at either side of your waist. Her little cervos gently patted at your back to get your attention.

“Hey Ramage..” You said in a tired tone. Though it’s barely heard thanks to your faceplate in the berth. Cyclonus gently pets the back of your helm to comfort you. Ramage crawls more up your back now with curious optics.  Trying to press down at your shoulders the best she can. Continuing to coo softly to get your attention.

This was going to be a complicated and loooong journey.

—----------------------The Iacon Library

You made your way back into the library where you’re greeted by a quiet library again. But this time it also features a nervous Orion and Alpha Trion with an expressionless look on his faceplate. Just looking down at you with a small frown, though his optics showed differently. Narrowing gently towards you. Making a small gulp, you step closer until you stand in front of him, arms down your sides and a bit of a nervous expression on your faceplate.

Watching the older and wise mech raise his cervo towards your helm. Watching in anticipation until his cervo gently placed itself on the top of your helm now. Gently petting you like some sparkling. Makes sense giving his large height. “Well done getting rid of the offenders. Try to not make such a mess though next time.” 

He said simply.

His voice was soft and gentle. Like a sire to a sparkling of his own. In a way you and Orion were always like his own sparkling anyway. Though you can’t help having the feeling of him choosing you and Orion because of a very certain reason. Like he knew something you both don’t, though you’ve never thought to question him. Alpha Trion stands straight again. Walking away back to his office behind the front desk.

You and Orion watched him walk back inside. Orion walking to be next to you with arms crossed and his adorable frown on his dermas from earlier.

Giving you a small glare with his bright blue optics.

You flinched a bit but smiled at his angry expression. He’s so adorable! Giving a nervous chuckle as the other Cybertronians continue to pass by through the large library. You and Orion return to your posts at the front desks. Sitting and getting to work with data pads being returned and all. Suddenly you remembered.

“Wait, you get my cart from earlier?”

Orions throws a data pad at the side of your helm harshly. It landed on your desk. Your helm turned to the side before looking back at him with wide optics. Cervo raising to your cheek, a small scratch seen. A moment of silence passes. “Rude.” You said plainly, optics relaxed. Picking up the data pad and looking it over with a small smile and curious look. “This is a record for the documents involving the Iacon racers records from cycles ago when we were teens.”

“Because I’m not your cleaner!” He yells at you angry. Causing the other Cybertronians top shh him suddenly. Making the poor mech flinch. “Orion, inside voice.” You lightly scolded in a hush tone. Teasing him more with that knowing smirk.

He let out an annoyed groan towards you, sitting back in his chair.

His faceplate all red from embarrassment, his helm low and cervos clenched on his desk. You glanced at him with a small smile. He was always so adorable. You close your optics, imagining what tonight will be like tonight for both you and Deadlock.

Your smile grows slowly in thought.

—--------------------

You walked down the streets of Iacon. Admiring the lights and buildings of the metal city. Your armor is polished and optics a little brighter than usual  your usual smile on your dermas and your steps having a small skip to it. Excited about your little dinner date for the night. Stopping in front of a club/ restaurant.

You’ve heard of it, but didn’t realize it was also a club…for strippers. Yay.. “If he tries to get me on stage he’ll lose more than his spike.” You said to yourself plainly.

Though other Cybertronians walking and and out of the place pass by easily hearing you. All giving you a look and walking away faster. You walk up the steps, opening the doors to be greeted with the flashing lights of headlights. Cybertronians on pole, on the dance floor, sitting together, and three VIP spots. One on each side of the building. The third at the very middle is seen clearly from the door. Walking in, the doors closing behind you.

You see the faint sight of Cybertronains at the highest VIP spot in.

You continue to stare up at the area, curious. There was a grey looking mech with bright yellow optics there sitting with a smaller Cybertronain with him. Seeing the faint color of red but it was hard to tell for certain.

“Oof-” You stumble a bit. Bumping into Deadlock who just chuckles at your surprise. Her cervos holding her arms with a gentle hold to keep you close in the crowd of Cyebrtronains. You gained your balance in time for his kiss. The kiss passionate and sweet, his cervos warm at your lower back strut, forhelms pressed together. Ignoring your surroundings now, his bright optics shine over your green ones. Despite being brighter than usual. His light remained brighter.

Smile gently and loving towards you, holding you close to his own frame. “I’m happy you came.” He said softly. You both taking in the moment with optics closed next to the wall. A small space dedicated for you both. For a moment, just a moment. The music faded to a complete stop.

Everything peaceful, though it was only for a few seconds.

Pulling back suddenly with a sudden force. Deadlock now holds your arms. Making sure you stay close with that same grin. Large enough to show his fangs again.

An adoring sight for you knowing how excited he can get.

“So don’t be mad but I wasn’t to introduce you to someone special. But first-” He starts excited at first, his next sentence starting off more seductive now. But you wouldn’t let him finish. Pressing your digit to his dermas with a knowing smirk. But also with a pinch of an annoyed one as well.

Your framing leaning forward until your chassis gently pressed against his own. Your smirk remained mysterious when you whispered close to him.

“Now Deadlock, you didn’t tell me this was a double date. Or triple date? Is this even a date.” He continues to stare down at you with a nervous smile. Giving a nervous chuckle, his cervos sliding down the sides of your waist with your own going to the spot between his shoulders and neck. Your grip tightening, making him almost flinch under your hold. “Sweetsaprk, I swear I have a good reason, besides we’ll still have our date alone. Promise.”

He tries to stand for himself.

Giving another nervous laugh. His cervos bring your hips closer to his frame like your chassis. Holding you closer where your forhelms almost touch again. Your expression more relaxed being closer to him. His dermas give you another soft kiss on your own to calm you a little more. Whispering softly as he looked into your optics with love.

“Look, it’s just a small celebration for Gladiator Megatronus and a few others. It’ll only be an hour, then we can go to the one you like before it gets too dark. Promise.” His words were smooth and deep. Pulling that move to relax you and try to get your guard down so he can suddenly wrap his arms around your waist in a sudden hold. Lifting you easily in his arms and doing a small spin to get a small laugh out of you.

Setting you back on your pedes. One cervo staying on your waist, leading you to the stairway at the side of the club. You make sure to stay close enough to his side.

Passing through stripper dancers and businessmen.

Deadlock bumps into one Cybertronian on your way up the stairs. The mech having two long antler looking metals poking at either side of his helm. His optics a bright red with white pupils in them to make him stand out. “Aye I’m walkin/’ here!” The mech spoke in a foreign accent. Something he likely learned from outer planets far from this solar system.

Deadlock gave the mecha  glare. You notice this right away. Your cervo going to his chassis, your other going to the side of his waist to keep him from heading after. “Deadlock, come on.” You pleaded gently. Your turn to try to calm him.

He looks down at your on the higher steps, looking back down at the large blue mech then back to you when his spark starts to slow down. Calming down from his sudden rage. Your cervos takes both his in your own. Walking up to stand at the same step as him. “Come on.” You said softly. Deadlock goves the mecha another glare but returns his attention back towards you. Wrapping his arm over your shoulders now, keeping you close.

Both make your way to the doors at the side of the VIP area where laughter and chattering can be heard inside. The loud music from below fainted in the background a bit. Being behind a glass and a good few feet below. Deadlock checking on you with his arms wrapping more tightly around your waist

“Just stay by my side, maybe you’ll like what we’re trying to do here.”

Deadlock whispered in a low and deep tone in his whisper to your audio sensors. You can’t help but smile at his words from this, he notices this. His cervo on the side of your waist gives a gentle squeeze. His other knocking on the door with an interesting knock.

Not too long after it slides open. A bodyguard with sun glasses and a listening piece at his audiosensors with cervos together in front of him. Looking over you both with a look. Tilting his helm to the side. “Hey Barricade, mind letting us in?” Deadlock asks casually with a smirk. Standing on his pedes casually like he owned the place. The mech tilts his helm up towards him then glances down at you.

You on the other cervo tilt your helm back at him to the side with a curious look.

The mech only frowned more. Stepping back, you and Deadock walk in together. Greeted with the scene of Megatronus himself sitting on his couch. Surrounded by other gladiators and Cybertronians of the club. Some civilians, others strippers.

Even Nightbird and Windblades. Who would’ve expected the speaker of Iacon and Kaon to be here? You leaned closer to Deadlock.

“I know this mech is popular and all but to be at the main VIP? Are you sure we won’t get shot at?” You questioned, thought half joking. Deadlock pulls you closer, nuzzling the side of his helm against your own. “Nah Sweetspark. We are as safe as a sparkling in their carrier's care.” Silence between you both and the bodyguard with you both. “I could’ve used a different metaphor."

“Yes. yes you could’ve.” You two shared a laugh. Facing each other more. Deadlock noticing a look the bodyguard was giving him. Deadlock looking back at you. “Oh I almost forgot.” He reaches for the jewelry in the bodyguards cervo.

Very beautiful jewelry with jewels and string fabric. You gave him a look, looking back at the jewels then back at him a few times. He chuckled. “May I?” You look at him then back at the jewels. Raising an optic ridge, you give a small nod. Letting him place the jewels on your helm, shoulders, and another around your hips. Giving you a sort of fairy look on your metal frame. ‘Its uh..Interesting to say the least.” You commented playfully.

Barricade cleared his throat, catching Deadlock's attention. “Right! Right. We shouldn't keep them waiting.” He wraps his arm around your waist again. Your cervo going to his shoulder around behind his back. Walking further into the VIP section. Passing through the long rounded couch in the middle.

Heading straight to where Megatronus sat in the middle and head to show his place in this team.

Her arm behind the cushion casually, his other cervo holds a long glass of pink energon. The end resting on top his thigh. Laughing and listening to the others around him. His optics, a bright orange, much like Deadlocks. A few others you recognize from the TV are seen sitting together or standing with Cybertronian workers of the club. One you’ll come to know as Scourge sits with two Cybertronian mechs who were clearly workers of the club.

Another, Starscream, sits with the femmes Windblade and Nightbird. Clearly the three were interested with each other based on how they intertwined with each other on one side of the long couch. You tried to not pay too much attention though.

Megatronus notices you and Deadlock making your way over through the long room past the Cybertronian gladiators.

Megatronus relaxed against the cushion, a very relaxed smirk and glint in his optics seen on his faceplate. Setting the glass on the table by him. His legs remained spread, his cervo once holding the glass sets on his thigh. Watching you both walk closer with casualness in his frame movement.

“Happy you were able to make it. I thought I would have to send Scourge after ya!”

The mech joked in his deep rough voice. Standing closer before him bow , you notice the many scars and deep scratches in his frame. He noticed your small stare while Deadlock spoke for both your behalfs. “Sorry Tronus, we were catching up on each other's day before you could return. But we’re here right? This is my Sparkmate, they work at the Iacon library.” Deadlock spoke proudly about you. His cervo though seemed to gripped tighter at the side of your waist.

You don’t make it obvious, certain there’s a reason for later. Megatronus chuckles at Dealock's words, standing suddenly to his full height before Deadlock and you. His frame large enough to create a whole shadow over you both and even some of the Cybertronians sitting down still, though they don’t seem to mind.

Megatronus then opens his arms with a suddenness that makes both you and Deadlock flinch.

“Well welcome anyway!” He said with a bright smile. Wrapping his large arms around you both, lifting you up against his frame as he let out a deep and happy laugh. Setting you both down onto the couch, bouncing lightly on your afts. Still holding onto each other from the suddenness. Megatronus sits back down at his spot. His large grin remained even as he picked up his drink. His optics driting towards you again when Deadlock started to speak.

“Glad to see you still have humor.” Deadlock commented. Relaxing more into the cushion with his arm wrapped around you. You leaned more against his frame. The side of your frame leaned against his own while you both looked at Deadlock.

“Humor? I’ve always had humor! If the mines couldn’t make me lose that way neither could the fields ever could.”

He lets out a deep laugh from his own words. Drinking his pink energon. A stripper walks up to them suddenly while Megatronus speaks. The Cybertronian of a smaller build and pink optics and a warm smile in front o you both.

You and Deadlock take the drinks while listening to the mech. The Cybertronian leaves to serve the others.

“Now to business before you two go off like Cyber Rabbits..” Megatronus stated casually in a more calm tone. His smirk a little fainted away and bright optics drift towards you both. The tension there, but still left room to be relaxed around him. Deadlock being the first to take a sip.

“I understand you both have a past with fighting and combat as much as I do. Like when Deadlock dealt with some idiots at that other club down the streets near the south edge of Iacon. That’s why after he got fired I was able to get him a good job here when he isn’t by my side or at home with you.” He stated more towards you than with him. Even pointing his digit while still holding his cup. He took another drink before continuing.

“I’ve seen you before, working under the Primes before choosing to leave after an intense fight against the Quintissons cycles ago when we were all younger. I’ve seen the records and tape thanks to a special friend of mine. I only hope it was really you..” He glances at you.

Bringing the tip of the glass closer to his dermas. Optics continuing to glance at you then.

“I hope,” His voice was more steady, sitting up which caused Deadlock to become more cautious with you closer to his frame. The smile of Megatronus though, remained. “You will reconsider joining me on my quest to make a better change for this planet. Make things equal and right for all Cybertronains who are born without names and those of the lower classes. You were there with the Primes before. Like my pal Soundwave. Please. Just try and see when you can.”

His words were genuine. Deadlocks thumb digit gently rubbing on the side of your waist during his words. You noticed Deadlock's expression for the idea of peace coming from Megatronus.

The mechs can tell you were taking in his words and the idea of bringing peace back to Cybertron again in a time you remember yourself. Though it’s a life only Deadlock will ever know so far. You glanced away in thought. His words are very sincere but you can’t just believe him so easily.

“Sure,”

You smiled warmly. Resting the side of your helm against Deadlock's shoulder now with your optics relaxed and narrowed towards the large mech. “I’ll give it some thought.”

You said softly.

Deadock chuckled, leaning his helm back against the soft cushion. Taking a sip of his drink while you and Megatronus continued to look at each other with your spark warming smiles. But he seemed to realize what he was doing, looking away and clearing his throat a bit before taking a sip of his drink. 

You doing the same. Nuzzling under Deadlock's helm as he chuckled to what another femme said on the couch. His cervo resting on your hip now while music played softly for the VIP room.

You continue to relax with your surroundings. The peace relaxes you to a time before where you once felt peace. But it doesn’t last long when you suddenly hear Megatronus' voice. “Sweetspark! Where were you hiding?” Megatronus started with a cheer in his voice. You opened your optics, seeing a red and blue bot with white thighs walk past both you and Deadlock who was just finishing his drink.

You watch as the smaller mech goes to sit on megatronus lap sitting across his lap. The two share a small kiss before Megatronus cervoes him his drink. Trying to register who the mech was for a moment before it finally clicked for you. 

“Orion!?” You exclaimed more in shock. The others continued on with their own conversations though like it never happened, only lightly scaring Dealock, Megatronus, and Orion on his lap. The mech blushing again like back at the library.  “Uh, hey..you” Was all Orion said.

You let out a laugh now moving onto Deadlocks lap now. Though he seemed to be entranced by the moment now as he watched you move on top. Your arm around his shoulders now all casual while Megatronus looked at both you and Orion back to back with that teasing smirk. Looking back at Deadlock who had a playful guilty look. “So when you say you have to lave to meet with a very special friend, needing me to cover for you!..Him.” Your thumb digit gestures towards Megatronus.

Who was trying his best not to laugh too much. Doing his best to comfort Orion while the smaller mech tries to hide his faceplate in his cervos. Being caught. You take note Megatronus is especially happy and seemed brighter as he looked at Orion.

You and Deadlock laugh together when you playfully slapped at his chassis. He whispered into your audio sensors as Megatronus teases Orion more in their spot on the couch. “Surpirse.” Deadlock teased. Your smile growing, the little rascal. At least to you, leaning down on his lap to share a soft and loving kiss.

The night one you remember well even then.

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Your pedes echo through the halls of the nemesis. Your spark steady and backstrut straight, a data pad at your side with your cervo under holding it. Your other clenched with your arm down, making your way towards the doors of the high council. Walking in with a sharp stride. The room empty, for now. You make your way to one of the chairs near the opposite end from the head of the table where Megatron sat at. Sitting down with arms crossed and looking forward. The sound of the click ticking in the background.

A few minutes passed and a few other Decepticon council members entered through different doors speaking amongst themselves.

Your digit gently tapping at your arm plating. Waiting for this meeting to start. Megatron enters through the same door as you with Starscream since the two had to Cervoed some things that same morning at other parts of the ship. Megatron without a word and much of an expression walks forward where he’ll pass you.

Starscream complaining about something at.

Megatron pays him no mind while at the same time he picks up the chair you’re in by the top, dragging you effortlessly to the head of the table next to his chair. Another random Cybertronian taking the chair next to the head chair to take to the now empty spot as a replacement. Megatron placing you on the spot.

You though don’t bother making any attempt to escape knowing it’s useless. Not even changing your expression during the whole non-interaction. Starscream walking past you giving your helm and gentle helm pat. Megatron takes his place at the head of the table and Starscream standing at his side with cervos behind his back. The meeting commenced as if earlier didn’t happen. Megatron casually and dominating while sitting down.

You just sat and listened to the boring Decepticon meeting.

At time giving in your own advice and thoughts on plans to both bring back the life of Cybertron and the recent return of the Autobots. You were more focused on what you have as evidence over some datapads and only speaking when asked to or when you feel you could add something. After a long period of time the meeting was finally over.

Megatron, Scourge and Starscream spoke to each other.

Seeing your opportunity, you make you way to scoot to the side off the chair. Trying to take a whole step away until you were stopped by Megatron's voice. “Now, you aren’t leaving before you give me your recent report after coming back from Cybertron yesterday for what you were able to find, correct.”

His words more of a command than a question. Taking a deep breath you stand straighter. Turning around with a forced smile. “Of course not, Lord Megatron.”

Starscream chuckled and Scourge. Who was no longer under the influence of alcohol, just crossed his arms and leaned more into his chair. You sat back down, taking out the report on your data pad. Opening it up before Cervoing it over to Megatron. Starscream having made himself comfortable on Megatron's thigh since it was just the four of you.

“Still keeping that runt?” Scourge started.

Your optics sharp on the dirty mech. Your arm on the table. Knowing full well he was speaking about Ramage, tilting your helm more towards him. Trying to keep your calm as you looked at the mech. “Yes, she my sparkling. She may be a runt now, but that just means she’ll grow bigger than a little basterd  from Kaon.” You remarked.

Scourges one cervo clawed at the table in front of him at your comment.

Starscream tries to hide his laughter. Megatron’s more focused on your report in one cervo. The other on Starscream's thigh. Watching for the possible fight between you both with a smirk. Scourge leaning forward more onto the table with angrier optics.

“That runt won’t be able to survive to even preteen age if she ain’t open her optics yet. She ain’t got any place in the war being the sparkling by two nobodys.”

He added. The whole energy in your frame holds back from the rage building up in you. You knew you couldn't kill him. Not yet at least. Tilting your helm to the side with a smile, taking him aback for a moment before your words only upset him more. “Say that again, I couldn’t hear you over your…smell.” You leaned forward more to push your words.

The turning point for Scourge, quickly standing from his chair and pointing his more claw-like cervo at your helm with the light turning on inside ready to blast.

Pulling your sword fast, turning it at an angle to cut at two of his claws causing him to scream and stop his blaster from going off. Placing your cervo against the table along with one leg while using your other to go into the air and kick up at his abdomen.

Kicking him back into his chair. Stand and point your sword towards the mech.

Megatron could be heard sighing softly, lazily half tossing the data pad on the table. Starscream still smirking believing there’s more as he leaned his side more against Megatron's front. His arm over Megatron's shoulder and behind his neck. Megatron's other cervo still on Starscream's hip, glancing over at Scourge who quickly got up back on his pedes.

“You slagging fragger, I’d kill you for that! First your runt in front of you! Then you-” BLAST! Scourge's frame was still standing. Arm still out and still. But his helm blasted clean off.

His frame falling to the side with a thud at the same direction the energon blood was. You stood there shocked for a moment. Turning towards Megatron. His lowered his arm with his canon blaster. His cannon retracted to be closed before resting it on his arm rest.

Starscream just laughing with his legs giving a small swing over his thigh and rests his lower leg on his arm on the arm rest. Still sitting on one thigh. Leaning back on Megatron's arm around his waist.

“As I always say, adding you to the council was the best choice thanks to that bastard leaving.” Starscream continued to laugh at Scourge's corpse. You watching Starscream. Trying to ignore Megatron's stare as he seemed to be in thought. Steeping off the table, giving your sword a simple swing in your cervo and places it back into your sword holder.

Fixing your chair, Megatron snaps his fingers.

Minicons in waste disposal arrive with wheels as pedes over to clean up the blood on the open wound before closing up the wound after a few guts and extra metal fell off. The mini cons worked together to take away everything while two stayed to clean up the blood.

Megatron moves his arm from under Starscream's legs, rubbing his optic ridges for a moment. Starscream leaned more against him, his laughter calming down.

His other cervo moving to Megatrons chassis. Kiss his cheek with another exagerated swing of his legs off Megatrons lap. Walking with a hip swaying stride towards you. Taking your cervo. “Come on, the smell is finally getting to me. We should get something to drink before the next tiring briefing.” Starcsream practically drags you. At first trying to not trip on your own pedes.

“Halt.” Was all Megatron needed to say. You and Starscream looked back at him. Megatron stands from his seat. Walking towards the door where his own area of the ship exsists. 

Starscream smirked and just gave you a look. Walking towards the same direction to join him. You both exchange a nod, about to make your way out the room. “Them, Not you Screamer.” Megatron said firmly. Glancing back at the seeker.

“What? The frag do you take me for?!” Starscream protest, you step forward under silent command. Starscream looking at you with almost stink optics. You just giving him an uncertain but firm look.stepping through the door before Megatron who waited for you. The door closing with starscream stomping his pede annoyed in the room. Letting out a groan when the door closed.

You stopped for a moment, Knowing Megatron often demanded he walk first , taking the lead.

But Megatron lead you deeper into the dark hall. His arm behind your waist. His cervo on the curve, leading you towards what seemed like a lounge. It looked like someone rechecked it earlier. Megatron liking having a small episode before the meeting. Or on the night before.

His cervo gently pat your lower back. “Sit down there. I’ll be right back.” Was all he said. Stepping away behind you to one of the doors.

You sat in the lounge. It was large and purple with bits of red and black. The walls are dark silver and several portraits of Megatron himself, him with Starscream and Scourge. One of Cybertron, and another of the Fallen nearly covered in Fire like always. The cushions soft against your metal frame. Sitting up better so you don’t fall asleep.

A long coffee table sits in the middle of the long, round couch.

Choosing to sit at one end of the couch, the other end across from you thanks to the couch being curved more than half a circle. When Megatron enters you could hear the faint sound of glass clicking against each other.

His steps heavy, already feeling his optics hard on the back of your helm. He walks past you. Sitting in the middle of the lounge.

Setting the two wine glass down on the long and wide table. Pouring in the champagne so you’d see he put nothing in them. “Megatrom.” You stared first. Refusing to just stay quiet like you didn’t know what to expect. But you also had to remember to stay careful when with him, especially alone. He doesn’t look at you. But you knew to continue.

“I meant what I said, I still accept your offer and she won’t be like you during your war.” 

You stated firmly. Your gaze remains on him. His own optics stared down at the drink. Pouring in his own next before setting the bottle down. Picking up the glass in his cervo. Leaning back into the cushion with his arm against the cushion next to him. Taking a long ship of his drink first.

Just staring forward almost into space. You have a pretty good idea what was going on. Holding back your own glossa. You stood, stepping closer to the tyrant.

He remained unresponsive. He does this when he doesn't want to be violent, but does have something to say. You’ve noticed this before he started the war when Deadlock introduced you to him. Choosing to sit next to him, you pick up your glass. Taking a sip before speaking again. Holding the glass to rest on the top of my knee in thought.

“You’ve gone too far with this war, you ain’t the same mech and you sure ain’t close to as great as him.”

You referred to Megatronus Primes painting. This caught Megatron's attention. You took another sip, looking at the floor in thought before continuing. “Do you even have a small ounce of empathy left in you? Or do you just think defeating Prime will finally make you happy.”

You look at him again. Megatron's optics on you in a very harsh glare. You frame frozen but optics remain strong on him.

Sitting up slowly, he places the glass back on the coffee table. Keeping optic contact with you. Leaning back in his spot before finally speaking. His voice softer but still enough to make you almost shake if you don't have control over your own frame. “I’m not, war awakening the bad things in my life. Optimus being one of the bads. A son of fragging Codexa yet I’m the monster for being born a basterd.”

He started randomly. At least to you. He continued.

“I don’t see the war as anything but something that started off wanting to give more to Cybertronians like me. Yet so many of them were privileged but still believed in my cause. I made it in a way through life…I already told Optimus he can have Cybertron. But I will take it back. One day.”

“Oh, save it.” You interrupted. “You ain’t ever going to do that. You are a mech with ambition and the push but never the righteous when it comes to rights or politics.” You stated firmly.

“You may be the one to have started a war over something you believed in. but you didn’t always have the right morals. If you had just listened to the one other mech who agreed with you. Frag wanted you even! You could be happy and not some Lord floating around in space. Stop at that planet you love so much, make peace and a home there. And put an end to this war..before you die of regret.”

You warned him, he just stared at you.

You couldn't tell if he was taking your words into consideration or if he was deciding how to give you discipline. But a smile soon crept on his dermas. And a deep laughter left his intake. Closing his optics when he sat up in his spot.

Looking back at you with a smirk. “Is that what you want? Me to stop this war so you can go back to a peaceful life and make a better one for your sparkling.”

Your expression became harder at his words. “This war is my business as both starter and leader of the Decepticons, you are nothing but a soldier with a sparkling trying to keep it on the down low that you’re a sparkling of a Cybertronian Knight who got with a beast to fill him with a bastard. You. Knowing full well you are just an abomination who got with a druggy and his sparkling.”

He spoke through his smirk. Clearly hitting a sore spot that’s deeper then most thought.

“You were accepted because well, all who don’t fight against me are accepted. You happening to be the sparkling of a knight just happens to be a plus one on my main council. So, you can try to leave. And I’ll just have my other of my best assassins to kill you. Or, you can be a good Cybertronian. In my arms.”

He finished. Exchanging his large cervo towards you. Knowing the nerve he hit was deep. And in a silent way he threatened your sparklings life.

“We understand each other in other ways. In terms of politics. Maybe you’re the one thing I need for the war with all those ideas in your helm. You see a tyrant. But I am a mech of calculations and as you said. Push towards a direction I believe in. Deadlock was also kind enough to tell me about your life after the death of your caretakers.” He finished to push you further.

Your expression grew in anger at his words.

Deadlock betrayed you and your sparkling is trapped on this ship with you. Unable to stop your from shaking a bit from fear. Megatron tilts his helm. “So, do well to accept my offer and work by my side. I may not be what you want from a partner. But we can work well together.” You listened to him.

Looking back at his cervo then back at him. “I will still try to win your affections to take Ramage under my watch so she can grow into a Knight of modern times. Changing your mind one way or another.”

He added. “It will just take some time..sweetspark..” His optics were softer at his words. He seemed genuine. But his words earlier imply no such thing. Your chassis rises and falls a moment. His other cervo going to his thigh, giving it a gentle pat. “Stick by me, and I can show you my full potential…And what the future could hold. For the three of us.”

He finally finished. You wanted to look away. Yell at him. Anything but accept your fate.

Standing from the couch, you walked your way over to him at the middle of the couch. Your cervo finally going in his larger one. His cervo gently closes around yours, watching you with a calm expression and a winning smirk. Stepping closer until you stood in front of Megatron. His other cervo going to your thigh.

Pulling you closer onto his lap. Sitting with your legs on either side of his hips. His cervo moving from yours to the side of your helm to gently pull you closer.

Pressing your forehelms together as you just stared at each other. Megatron's old feelings returning in his helm. Cervo gently rubbing over your thigh. Similar to Deadlocks touch, something chilling about that fact made you unsteady. Your on cervos on his shoulders. Making Megatron feel almost in peace for a moment. Tilting your helm, his dermas catching your own in a searing kiss.

One Megatron thought last when he first met you.

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You awake suddenly from a horrible dream. That terrible dream. Sitting up suddenly in a berth not your own. You looked around a moment, laying correctly on the berth known to you to belong to Cyclonus. When you sat up, you felt a small arm over your own still on the berth. Looking down, you see your sparkling Ramage laying on her side. Trying to stay close to you to the point her helm was almost resting on top of your lower arm.

The sight alone enough to bring a smile to your own dermas.

Lifting your other cervo towards her helm, gently stroking the side of it to comfort her in her sleep. Watching her own smile on her dermas grow as she dreamed.

Your optics glanced down at her now closed chassis. Remembering when she could barely close it in her younger sparkling years back on the nemesis. Setting her arm back over her chassis without awaking her up. She always has at least one arm or cervo over her chassis as if she’s trying to protect herself from something. Curious, maybe she’ll remember when she’s a little older and is able to speak once she gets her growth spurt.

You thought to yourself for the moment. Looking at your other side. You see a sleeping Cyclonus. He seemed exhausted, then you remembered he with Ramage stuck by your side after falling asleep from your meeting. At last that’s what the two thought. 

Remaining to be unaware of your other, more little meeting with Ramage's sire. Someone Cyclonus often spoke about destroying with his own claws for leaving you and Ramage so suddenly from all those years ago. You sighed to yourself gently, slowly getting out of the berth trying to not wake them.

Walking out the room, you made your way past the door, your cervo on the door frame when you stopped to glance back at the two.

Leaving a data pad on the berth close to Ramage, knowing she can read a little. Locking the door behind you to keep them safer, you make your way down the hall to grab a drink over at swerves, but you don’t make it down a corner until you’re stopped by Rodimus Prime. Almost bumping into him even.

“Ah there you are! I was trying to call you through the comms multiple times but it seemed you were sleeping. I tried to visit your berthroom but you weren’t there?”

He questioned. His usual smile remained after the fact. Crossing his metal arms, expecting an answer. You give a nervous laugh, scratching the back of your neck cables before responding. “I was really out of it after the meeting, I was going to get something to eat to be better energized for the day.” You spoke softly. Your words sincere and gentle towards your new boss. Rodimus stared at you for a moment.

His smile remains and optics become softer. Understanding you, at least with the story he told you.

Placing his cervo on your shoulder for comfort. “Go eat, but I do need you to stop by my office right after, over something important. I’ll see you after.” Was all he finished with. Walking past you after the small sign of comfort towards you. You let out a silent but heavy sigh.

You continued your path back to Swerve. Thinking to yourself the meeting can’t be anything more than just about missions and what nots. All you can do is hope things don’t become worse for yourself and your sparkling. Oh how wrong you were.

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The Lost Light flies across the space of the galaxy, you and the others at the ships control rooms were flying around thanks to no gravity. Cyclonus, you and tailgate holding onto each other while Rodimus and Drift hang on to each other. Ratchet was tapped to the berth in the medbay. Red Alert was hanging onto him tightly.

Magnus knocked out and flew around the air like the others with Rodimus clinging to him.

Meanwhile on another planet Drift was on a planet with others from the Lost Light enjoying some dessert with other Cybertronians.

The team was in for a rough landing.

Hope you guys were able to still enjoy! See y’all in the next one!!!

[solar4seekstron]

Coming June 1st

ALSO A REPOST HELPS I NEED HYPE I WORKED REALLY HARD ON THESE FICS!!!!

(This is for comedy. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it is appreciated. <3)