#yaya writes

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/78742556

Yall. this took me MONTHS TO DO. I am so excitedb to finally get it out fro yall to read

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/79138426

An aizamatsu comfort fic :)

this one is slightly more personal ig!

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Oh Hey look it's Ch 2 of this thing I made for @keferon 's Mecha au. More Texaid because I can not, not love them. This paring has done stuff to me, so I am making all of this, you're problem. Have fun reading.

tw for mild gore

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All was black, that’s all that Vortex could see as he pushed against the restraints of Shockwave’s weird mind control thing. “Come on. Just. Let. Me. THROUGH!” Vortex pushed and pushed, until he was falling. Down and down, faster and faster until he hit the ground hard. Or was it really the ground, considering that this was Felix’s mind.

Getting up was disorienting, Felix’s mind was a rush of multiple things happening at the same time and truthfully, it sometimes made Vortex’s head hurt by how overcomplicated Felix made unnecessary things. No matter what, he is in the depth of his mind. The only problem now, finding Felix alive. 

The Problem was how? How can you find someone that’s trapped in their own mind, and how does he know he’s not talking to a memory? Uhhg Think Vortex Think, there has to be a- 

Laughter filled the area and a tiny figure ran past him. The darkness was no longer darkness, instead, a fuzzy memory of outside. Looking down at the kid-First aid;Felix as a kid, he was holding something in his hands, running closer to other kids. Looking closer he could see that what little Aid was holding was the shedding of a garter snake. Kid happily presented it like a trophy only to be screamed out that he was disgusting, before they ran away from him. Lil Felix looked down at the snake with a pout. “What’s wrong with the snakie pajama?” Before any more words were said, the world changed around the two of them, well mostly Vortex as now he was standing in a classroom with a teenager Felix cutting open a frog. He was the only one enjoying it, as the others around him were gagging at the smell, or were refusing to dissect it. He heard whispers around them from the ‘popular’ girls. “Eww is he really enjoying that?” “What a freak, like dissecting animals.” “You think he killed animals when he was younger.” “He should be put in the loony bin.” Vortex growled at those words, how dare they say such mean things about Felix. Ya He may be a freak, but he’s not a psychopath. If only he can give them a piece of his mind, but he can’t, as it was just a fucking memory. 

Just like the last one, The memory was changing into a courthouse. Felix was in prison cloths, and it seemed like he was being sentenced when- 

Shockwave walked in, asking the judge if he could take the organ stealer off his servos, and put him to good use of community service as a medic in his company. The Judge thought about it, before giving him his sentence that he would be put into community service by Senator Shockwave’s Mecha program. 

The memory changed once again. He was standing in front of himself- His Mecha. Glowing red visor as it displayed “Get inside” only this time it was different, instead of letting him in all the way, no the visor closed shut, blood everywhere, as Felix gasped for air, screaming his lungs out, trying to push open the hydraulics of the visor. But it was fruitless, He would die here, another victim of the cursed Mecha. 

But unlike all of the other times, Felix’s eyes snapped directly onto his, a hand outstretched as he weakly called out.

“V-Vortex.” 

That got the ghost into action, rushing to his side, pulling him up and off of his mech's closed visor, blood following as his legs were left outside. He placed two hands on his cheeks. “Felix, First aid, Listen to me, it’s all going to be ok, you need to fight him. You need to fight Shockwave off. None of this is real. You are not hurt. I will never harm you like this. This is all him trying to scare you into giving up. So please. Felix. Don’t give up on yourself… Don’t give up on me.”

A hand was placed on his own cheeks, the smell of blood was strong, as Felix smiled. “You came.” “I,, Of course I came, I’m not an idiot, the only one who’s allowed to control you is me. Got it. No one is taking that away from me!”

Felix laughed weekly, hoisting himself up so he could wrap his arms around Vortex’s neck. “Got any ideas on how to leave the deep corners of my mind?” 

“I may know a way, so hang on tight baby.” He grinned, sharp fangs showing. Then they were taking off, out of the fake memories. Felix gained his legs back, and the blood disappearing the moment they came back to the darkness. 

Then they were being thrown back into real life. Vortex knew it was real mostly because he felt cold, ghostly, and not solid like he had been in Felix’s mind. The man in question gasped loudly, throwing his head forward, saliva dripping from his mouth. The mech paused, it had been moving before but now it was stopped with no one playing with the controls. 

Felix immediately took his hands off, realizing that he had just touched the one thing that had killed off multiple other pilots. Vortex just grinned at Felix’s worry, it was so cute, he really wanted to chomp down on him, perhaps find a way to make him a ghost piloting this mech alongside him. 

But no, they had bigger issues to attend too. There was electricity that flowed through the helmet into Felix, making him scream again. Damn it, Shcokwave was not going to let up was he. He will have to break his own rule. 

“Felix Pilot me.” “W-what, Pilot- I’m not going to- AHK”

“You can and you will, I am ordering you to pilot me, While I take on Shockwave. Don’t disappoint me, Aiddy.” His Grin was back to being sharp and full of venom, disappearing into the mecha itself, He was ready to defend Felix with his life. Not to let a single code from Shockwave get anywhere near Felix. 

He trusted the man not to fuck him up. Because it was no longer just him on the line, it was both of them. With a yell from the both of them, One piloting the mech like second nature while the other took on the waves of code.

They will stop Shockwave, once and for all.

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This will possibly be the last chapter. But If I think of more, I'll just make a third chapter, hope you all liked it.

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I found this in an untitled document and have no memories of even writing it, I've never even written smut before sooooooooo yeah enjoy whatever this is!

“Can you feel how much I want you?”

Ian closes his eyes and throws his head back, trying to ignore the hard heat grinding against his thigh. “C’mon tough guy,” Mickey grinds his hips down harder letting a loud moan escape him, “look at me.” 

Reluctantly Ian opens his eyes, looking at the ceiling for a bit while he struggles to collect his thoughts and breaths. If he looks at Mickey right now Ian’s positive he’ll cum on the spot. Mickey’s chuckle is deep, immediately drying up Ian’s throat. 

The hand that’s cradling his neck moves downwards. Warm palms spread heat up and down his chest. Creating soft friction as they slowly drag over his white button-up shirt and to his shoulders. Down his arms. Around his wrist. Giving it a solid squeeze. Pinning him to the chair, melting him. 

“Talk to me, big guy.” It sounds like a whine, that’s the only reason Ian looks at the man on his lap. Immediately Ian knows he made a mistake. 

Mickey has his lips parted where hot pants of air escape him and brush over Ian’s own parted lips. His blue eyes are dark with lust and hooded. Hair, that is usually slicked back, frames his face, a singular strand of hair sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead. His shirt is unbuttoned revealing pale skin covered in tattoos. And his pants. God, his skin-tight black pants. Tight around the thighs that frame the beautiful bulge between them. Rhythmically grinding up and down Ian’s body. Using him. 

Fuck

“You’re not getting a raise.” Ian’s voice sounds weak, sounds like a whine. But Mickey laughs, stopping his hips and releasing one of his wrists to slick his hair back. 

“Not doing it for that type of raise.” Mickey brings his hand down and presses against Ian’s bulge again. “C’mon Gallagher, we don’t even have to take our clothes off.” Their hand is back on Ian’s wrist, grip tight as he leads Ian’s hand down towards his bulge. 

Ian groans at the feeling. Mickey's hand is on top of his pushing down his palm while he grinds up into Ian’s hand. He leans up to kiss Mickey and knows it’s all over. He never stood a fucking chance

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Optimus touched something soft. The ground under him was green, and it was soft, nothing like the softness of his and his majesty berth.

This was different, this was organic. And not soft metal that would bend from his weight. He sat, he sat there as the other imprisoned autobots roamed around making sure the area was secured.

He was so deep in thought that even his eldest daughter flying closer didnt startle him out of his trance, no it was the sound of moving vehicles approaching their location.

Little organic got out of non intelligent grounder frames, and yelled in a strange language. And Sari communicated back, fluent in their language, his daughter was so smart.

His daughter, Sari, she helped him escape, she helped him along with his other son's and children, other imprisoned autobots leave decepticon territory, going to an unknown organic planet.

She was so grown up. When did she grow to be a leader?

"Carrier." Her words made him look up, and see situation she was holding out a servo, he stands, placing a protective servo over his still growing bump, and walked towards her and the organic creatures.

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TFA au where Autobots and Decpeticons have been separate societies long enough that certain things have been forgotten, particularly that while warframes only have breasts while carrying and nursing, civilian frames have them all the time. Cue a Decepticon catching an Autobot with their tits out and deeply misunderstanding what's going on.

"Autobot, you are pregnant! Why did you not tell any of us." Optimus looked up at the Decepticons in the wash room. He was minding his own business washing himself when others came in to wash as well. Yes he was use to public showers in the academy everyone cleaning themself top to bottom inside and out. he has seen many spikes and valves, even energon pouches. His energon pouches were on the larger side. Perhaps would be considered small to a war frame, but to his small civilian frame they were huge. He was cleaning under them when the Decepticons walked in on him, and paused, before growing panicked.

"I'm not?" He said it as a question, because really he was confused on their question, why did they assume he was sparked? "Oh No poor Autobot doesn't know what his frame is doing, quickly we must get him to a medic." Then he was being grabbed and rushed out of the washrag, soap very much still on his plating and the underside of his pouches. He clung to his wash rag sill dripping wet with solvent, it running down the Decepticons back as they desperately made their way to the medbay. ____

"He's not sparked." Ratchet hit the helms of the Decepticons that had brought him in. "But he has energon pouches, and they look full." "Slagging- That's his normal pouch size, everyone has different pouch sizes." "No we don't, unless we are sparked." and as if to demonstrate the Decepticon clicked back his chassis to reveal a very flat chassis, Then the other two followed. "See they are not filled with energon, because we are not sparked. So how long has this autobot been pregnant for."

"Get out each of you, obviously this isn't getting through those thick processors of yours."

The Decepticons left with a pout. Both Medic and Prime exchanged glances before chuckling at the Decepticons obvious anatomy.

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"THE LITTLE PRIME IS WHAT"

Oh no who the slag told Megatron the false information!?

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It's only been an hour since Megatron asked his staff to go and find out where Optimus had ran back too. His consort should of been back in their chambers. He should of been spike deep into that pretty plush valve. Providing transfluid for their first sparkling.

And yet. He wasn't back. The longer he waited. the angrier he got. Where was his consort? Why did he try to run off? He's due any day now. He wouldn't put their sparkling at risk. But maybe that's exactly why he left. So he wouldn't get the privilege of seeing their sparkling being born.

"Lord Megtaron. We have found consort Optimus." The maid was out of breath. He must of ran all the way here after discovering where Optimus had been. "Bring him to me. I have. . . some things I wish to talk to him in privet about."

"Well my lord. . hehe He is. . unable to move at the current moment." The anger that had risen in Megatrons spark died almost immediately. That could only mean a few things. He was hurt, or their bitty was coming.

"Bring me to him at once."

"Yes my lord." And he was rushing out, Megatron following in hurried strides. All the way to the medibay, Megtarons spark beat heavily in his chassis as he walked inside, leaving the maid outside.

There in one of the beds was Optimus, a mask over his mouth and face as he was hooked up to many monitors, keeping an optic on him and his condition.

Meatrons optics scanned his body and notices Optimus's belly was a bit more flatter, not as full. Could it be. He had missed the birth of their first? No he could never blame Optimus from stripping this away from him. he had been busy up until an hour ago, He must of had been in terrible pain and unable to call anyone for help.

He reached forward, caressing Optimus's cheeks. So pail, he must of lost some energon. Oh his Optimus suffered greatly. He must of been scared pushing and giving birth to their bitty all by himself. He will have to treat him to something relaxing later, once he has recovered more.

"My lord." Hooks voice broke him out of his musing. He turned to his medic. "There is something you must see."

No. No please do not tell him that his sparkling did not make it. Please No bad news. Anything but-

"Lead the way."

He was taken to some incubation. The only one currently being used was of a gray, tiny sparkling, barely old enough to open up her optics, Her helm was up, and her tiny beeps came out. She was calling for someone, But they couldn't come. As he walked closer she seemed to scene him.

And almost on instinct, her beeps became different. calling out to him, to his spark. Her beeps hitting the right frequency to resonate with his spark. A creation calling out to her creators. Clever sparklings can be.

"She's-" Megatron bent down looking into the incubator as Sari tried to crawl towards him, her small just born body still wasn't all that good at manovering her just in the right way yet.

"She's small." Is all he could say, placing his servo on the class, letting his em field reach out to touch her through it. Her beeps became happy trills, nuzzling into the feeling of her Sire being so close.

"Yes. That is what I wanted you to see my lord. She is healthy. Nothing seems to be wrong with her at all. But. With how your consort was looking, and on the scans it seemed-"

"She was going to be a war frame. What changed?"

"That is just it. We do not know what caused this."

Megatron looked back to his daughter curling into his em field and falling asleep.

"We can figure that out later. As of right now. She is fine, nothing is wrong correct."

"Yes. Like I said, she is beyond healthy."

"Good."

Hook walked away, letting Sire have his time with his small daughter.

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Maybe Consort Ultra giving birth for the first time in the dw optimus death route?

Tw/ mention of dying during child birth, and not that descriptive image of child birth.

Ultra didn't mind carrying. If he must carry for the Emperor then he shall carry... it wasn't like he had much of a choice, or for someone he could share the burden with.

Optimus, his star pupil, one he would of wished to see granted magnus status one day- a dream that will never come to be as his lifeless body is being stored in the garden cathedral. A place he can't visit, not without a guard, or Megatron around.

Today however his guard was kind to him. Allowing him time to stroll the gardens path, seeing all of the beautiful plants Megatron was acually bringing back to life. Who knew the once warlord still held onto the seeds required to grow plants that they had thought extinct. He stopped close by to the statue of Optimus. His frame made from red and blue glass. His optics half opened in a kind manner Optimus was always known for having, even in the most difficult situations.

Optimus didn't have to die that day. If the bots within the palace were more thorough and quick, they would of found him, saved his life... but if he did live would that mean he'd just be seen as megatrons fertile mate, constantly bearing children?

He wonders what Optimus other kids would of been like. They'd most certainly would be bright like him, kind and caring because Optimus would be there to teach them kindness. He's worried about the only princess, she'd be too incased with Megatrons ideals that she'll see everyone beneath her.

Sari, he wishes Megatron allowed him to care for her. But he knows he's worried he'd just turn her agenst him. While he isn't wrong. No child should have a Sire like Megatron. Or at least be able to walk in his shadow.

"Sari's doing good from what I can see." He told the statue. Imaging just for a bit that it was truely the real bot he was talking too. "She just said her first glyphs, it was Carrier... as for me. My little one is still in there, bugger is very much cozy and staying with in my forge.... perhaps when they are born I can convince Megatron for Sari to help out being a good big sister."

Ultra smiled, rubbing at his stomach. Feeling his little one kick. He wonders what that would be like, Sari finding kindness in helping her siblings. It's a long shot but he's willing to try.

He knows his children from Megatron are not out of love, or out of pity. They are just made so that his image won't faulter. His kids have no real chance at becoming the next Emperor. No real chance at changing anything.

But maybe they can change the mind of the next ruling class. Perhaps he still has ti-

A pinch and a pull, it comes on suddenly, and vanishes just as such. He waits, and waits, till nothing else happens. He curls both arms under his bump and look back at his guard. Perhaps it was nothing. But.

Optimus own cries still fills his helm.

His guard looks at him and he speaks. "I need to go to the medibay." The guard lingers just long enough for another contraction to hit. He hisses out of his mouth, in turn making the guard see that he was serious, and leads the way over towards the medibay.

Time passed, the contractions grew smaller and smaller apart till his energon broke. Soiling the medi berth below him as a violent scream ripped from his vocal cords.

Everything after that was aviolent mess of shapes and colors. Words he couldn't understand but his body still followed as he pushed and pushed. The agony, the pain. Was this what Optimus went through? Only. He was bigger he wasn't going to rip because of the sparkling.

His body was made to carry warframe size bittlets. His body could handle it despite the agony he was currently going through. He continued onwards, pushing and resting when he could.

Only when the last push he felt his sparkling slip out the rest of the way. All he felt was warmth as he reached out towards it. His bittlet. His sparkling was really here. They were here and alive, and he was alive.

When his sparkling was placed in his servos he cooed at the small one. Cradling it close to his chassis as it chirped and beeped. He engulfed it with his em field. Showing love, and welcome.

Long enough he didn't realize that there was anew figure in the room. Standing just outside the door.

Megatron looked in. Gaze following Ultra and the outline of his bittlet. He scuffed. Terrible. Why did he do this to himself. Why did he take Ultra as a mate. Why must he follow his own rules.

Now he's sired a single bittlet of Ultra's cna. And he hated it.

Nothing will ever compare to his sweet daughter that is Sari. Nothing can even come close to what Optimus produced for him. Ultras spawn is just weak and useless.

Only proving their worth will he ever be seen side by side with them. But nothing until that.

Megatron took his leave, not even giving ultra the chance to recognize he's in the room. Going back to his office to continue on with his work like nothing ever happened.