Adorable

Pretty...

BIG SISTERS

id like to request kobd please 🙏🙏🙏something fluffy 💕they deserve it

They absolutely do!! I hope Aligned is alright - I'm leaning in that direction right now for fluff.

Steady servos moved in practiced motions over his workspace, the pointed tips of his digits pressing the cleaning pad into seams and corners to ensure every centihic of the room was disinfected. With an optic for detail - and a predisposition for obsessive cleanliness to the point of anxiety - Knockout was a stickler when it came to keeping the med bay sterilized.

Not only would any contaminants negatively impact his patients, but quite frankly, it was a bad look. He strived for perfection, and it simply wouldn't do for his surroundings to be anything short of pristine.

He wavered slightly, catching himself with a start. Referencing his odometer, he noted it had been some time since he'd taken recharge. A habit of his, unfortunately. Hyper focus often lead to long periods without proper rest.

"Why don't you let me finish up and go take a few breems?"

Apparently, he wasn't the only one to catch his lapse. Ex-venting, he paused to address the room's other occupant.

"I'm nearly finished. Besides, your digits are too wide to get into some of these crevices."

Breakdown scoffed. "That's a lie if I ever heard one. You'll be at this for another cycle, at least."

Waving him off, the red mech continued scrubbing. "Yes, well... you know how I am."

He heard the larger bot approach, groaning when the cleaning pad was removed from his servo. He was about to object when he felt a steady weight against his back.

Leaning over him, Breakdown replied with a raspy laugh, "Yeah, I do know. Which is why I'm callin it."

Turning in place to pin the blue mech with a pointed stare, Knockout reminded him, "I believe I am the Doctor here. I make the calls."

"I'm not asking as your assistant... I'm asking as your conjunx. Please, Knockout. Get some recharge."

Frag. Not the look. Unable to withstand the pleading expression, he gave in. "Fine, fine! But make sure you get into the corners! And don't forget about-"

A kiss shut him up.

Pulling away slowly, Breakdown assured him, "It's cleaning. I've done it before."

Pleasantly flustered, the red bot nodded. "Yes, I suppose you have. Well... I'll be back in about - uagh! What are you doing?!"

Easily hoisting the smaller mech into his arms, he turned and exited the med bay, moving at a leisurely pace as he strode down the hall to their shared hab suite.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking."

"Yeah, but I wanna carry you. It's been a while since we've been able to spend time together outside of y'know... work stuff."

Unable to argue with that, Knockout relaxed into his lover's hold, leaning his helm against the mech's broad chassis. The war certainly had changed things. They'd been at this for so very long...

"Thank you."

Breakdown smiled at him, that crooked grin that was somehow rugged and adorable all at once.

"It's my pleasure."

The rest of the walk was spent in silence, the pair simply enjoying one another's closeness. It was over all too soon, but it had been nice to partake in the indulgence while it lasted. Upon arrival, Breakdown allowed his partner to slide back down onto his pedes, stopping him as he moved to step away, stealing one last kiss.

"I'll be inspecting your work when I return!" Knockout teased, strumming his digits against the blue mech's armor.

"Oh, I know you will. Now get some beauty rest, would ya? Yer startin' to look a little dull."

He gasped in false indignation, but found himself unable to hold the facade. Smiling, he threw a wink at his partner and headed for the berth, the lack of recharge finally catching up to him. Knockout watched him go before shuttering his optics. He wasn't sure what he would do without him.

Coffee gives me life

The wave babies!! They are so sweet!

Dusty purple and Powder blue 🌷💜💙🌷 Thinking of making wavewave flower charms !

Nightmare of Kaon

rusty but ok

doutzen

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of injury/insinuated death

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky subordinate

D is for Deception

Your intakes fill with smoke as you struggle through the smoldering wreckage, vents sputtering and failing. Declining vitals flash across your HUD, and you grimace as you are faced with the severity of your condition.

Pressurization dropping - energon levels: 76%… 74%...70%

Ventilation systems: offline

Functionality: 53%

Assessment: severe damage to upper right quadrant

-plating separation

-fuel lines ruptured

-bearing dislocation

Stasis induction was imminent if you didn’t find help soon, and considering the state of your surroundings, you had doubts that anyone in the immediate vicinity was in any condition to be treating others.

A figure appeared through the curtains of black smoke that surrounded you, and hope fluttered in your spark as the outline became a familiar silhouette. Waving, you called out. “Over here!”

The Decepticon figurehead stepped through the flames that continued to lick at the rubble, followed shortly thereafter by a handful of his other subordinates. They stopped shy of you, and his red optics fell upon your prone frame in a leisurely, sweeping glance.

Something… didn’t feel right. Why weren’t they helping you? “Please, my Lord… I need aid.”

The words draw his attention back to your face, and he smiles. It’s an odd mixture of pity and something sinister, and it makes your spark waver a little.

“My apologies. It was not my intent to cause you undue suffering. I’d assumed the initial blast would offline you instantly.”

Your optics narrow into pinpricks as the implications of his words sink in.

“I must say, I’m impressed by your fortitude.”

Shaking your helm slowly as you attempt to process what is happening, you stammer, “Wh… why? I don’t understand… I gave so much for you… for the cause!”

The imposing mech rolled a spiked pauldron, shifting his immense weight as he stepped ever closer. “Simply put, your usefulness to me has run out, and you have become a liability. I cannot afford liabilities.”

Your vitals continue to flash, your state growing ever more dire as you attempt to push yourself away from him, but with only one functioning servo, it’s nearly impossible. The dead weight of your useless arm makes the struggle all the more difficult, and when you look up and see him standing directly over you… you know there’s no escaping.

“You lied to me.”

He grins, and the cannon on his arm hums to life as he takes aim. The heat of it sears your face, but you dare not look away as he positions himself over your mangled frame.

“Nothing personal… I hope you understand.”

There is something terribly wrong with me for enjoying this lunatic so much…

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