dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
a/n: This fic was written for the Redacted Fanzine.

Title: Safe Mode
Characters: Hot Rod, Drift, Ultra Magnus, other Wreckers in passing
Rated: T
Warnings: canon-typical gore and violence
Description: Hot Rod wakes with a terrible headache, which is a small price to pay for his recent mission failure.


His head hurts.

Hot Rod onlines to a slate-gray ceiling, the hum of the Xantium around him, the quiet beep of machines, and a hole in his memory so wide a Decepticon can stroll through it. Primus, it always takes too long for his processor to cycle up properly.

Drift leans into view, optics bright. “About time your lazy aft woke up.”

Relief washes out an odd sense of unease. Drift’s presence is a good sign that everything is going to be okay.

“What hit me?” Hot Rod struggles to sit up, frame creaking and aching, and Drift offers an arm to steady him.

“Those charges packed a Pit of a punch,” Drift says, his hand firm on Hot Rod’s elbow. “Got you and your team out with nothing but scratches and dents.”

Oh. Right. The mission.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Off the Market
Universe: IDW 2005, pre-canon
Characters: Drift, Original Character(s)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Sexual Harassment, First Times
Description: All of Gasket’s warnings and Drift still makes the biggest mistake of his functioning. He shouldn’t have taken the shortcut.

Commission for Anonymous.


Drift has lived on the streets long enough to know better.

But his tanks are full, there’s a few credchips in his subspace for use at the public washracks, and Gasket should be back tomorrow.

A tiny spark of optimism has to be the reason he makes such a stupid mistake in taking the narrow alley shortcut to shave ten minutes from his walk home.

Two mechs almost immediately show up behind him. Drift puts on a burst of speed, catching glimpses of white paint and accents of orange and black. His spark is a lump in his intake as he speeds for the exit, and skids to a halt when a third mech cuts him off.

Drift recognizes the visored, purple and black mech.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Next to Nothing
Universe: TF AU, Null and Void series
Characters: Deadlock, Megatron, Ratchet
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: on and off-screen rape, sticky sexual interfacing, Lima Syndrome, Stockholm Syndrome, Unreliable Narrator
Description: Deadlock is given a task by Lord Megatron to restore the shine to his favorite Autobot trophy, but no one is prepared for what it’s going to cost, least of all Deadlock himself.


Commission for Anonymous.

Subterfuge had never been one of Deadlock’s specialties. Such tasks were better suited for Soundwave and his army of cassettes or Barricade’s infiltration team.

Deadlock was better at destroying things.

Case in point, the Autobot supply depot on Omicron Six, a moon orbiting a planet in the Andares cluster. They thought it was spectacularly hidden, and had been stashing energon and ammunition there for decades.

It was amusing to let them think it was a secret, to get more confident in their ploy, until they’d built up a nice cache Deadlock was more than happy to relieve them of. With violent, brute force.

Deadlock and his team reunited with the Decepticon flagship with their hold full of stolen Autobot materials, and a one-hundred percent kill count for all those stationed at Omicron Six. Survivors? What survivors? Deadlock didn’t bother with survivors.

He expected a new mission.

He wasn’t prepared for the one Megatron handed him.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Anamnesis
Chapter Seven


Hot Rod’s internal alarm wakes him long before anything else. He grumpily turns it off and snuggles back into Megs’ embrace, the planes and angles of his frame fitting perfectly against the other mech’s.

Wait.

Memory trickles back, a subtle reminder ping floating Megatron to his active queue. Not Megs, but Megatron. The mech he pulled from the Heap, who he’s been housing and caring for, is Megatron of Tarn, hero to so many across Cybertron.

It’s still unbelievable.

He’d be a fool to think that means his life isn’t going to change. His whole world is going to change.

Hot Rod isn’t necessarily upset by this. It’s not like he planned to work as a clinic assistant and scrap scrounger and occasional mine grunt forever. They were all means to an end, a way to survive in a city where a mech like him doesn’t have many options. He doesn’t have plans or dreams or aspirations.

Survival has been all the plan he can manage.

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dracoqueen22: (Optimus)
Title: Tough Break
Universe: Pre-canon MTMTE, Canon AU
Characters: The Decepticon Justice Division, Optimus Prime
Rating: NC-17
Description: Primus must be on Tarn’s side, because here was Optimus Prime, alone and ripe for the taking.


For Jeegoo

What extraordinary luck.

Optimus Prime. Alone. Ripe for the taking, and take Tarn had.

A few well-placed shots from the Peaceful Tyranny took out both engines, and it was a simple matter to scoop the single-occupant ship into the cargo bay. Optimus Prime emerged ready to fight, but one Optimus Prime was no match for the full might of the Decepticon Justice Division.

Decades of seeking this mech and here he had wandered into their path without a care in the world. Truly, Primus was on Tarn’s side.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Anamnesis
Chapter Four

Hot Rod onlines and for a moment, doesn’t remember where he is. There’s another frame in his berth, a much larger frame, which is weird because he doesn’t remember bringing someone home with him, or going out to find a date for that matter. He’s drooling on the chassis of said frame, of which he’s sprawled atop, with a heavy arm draped along his waist, keeping him in place.

A familiar field touches his own, warmly content, and his short term memory core realizes it has a job to do. Memories trickle to the forefront, and it takes all Hot Rod has to quiet his groan of embarrassment.

He can’t believe he’d been that forward. He can’t believe he’d invited himself into Megs’ berth, and then didn’t have the decency to leave. He can’t believe Megs didn’t kick him out.

Worst of all, he can’t believe he’s not more ashamed of himself.

He’s comfortable, more comfortable than he’s been in years. He half-shutters his optics and listens to Megs’ vents snuffle, the quiet ticks and clicks of his recharging frame. It’s more adorable than it has any right to be. He radiates heat, and each little puff reminds Hot Rod he’s not alone.

There’s trust in it, too. A mech’s gotta have a certain amount of trust to recharge with another person, and while Hot Rod has already decided he’s going to trust Megs, he’s giddy with delight that Megs has decided to trust him, too.

It wouldn’t be bad, to wake up like this everyday. To come home to this. To snuggle into Megs, tangling their fields, sharing heat, finishing a stupid romance datanovel together. To...

Slag.

Realization hits Hot Rod like a smack to the face because damn it, Hook warned him, and he’s gone and done it anyway. He’s gotten attached to Megs. He wants Megs to stick around. He doesn’t want anything to happen to Megs.

He doesn’t want Megs to leave.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Anamnesis
Chapter Two


Hook’s estimate is unsurprisingly accurate.

Megs spends most of a week in a recuperative stasis, waking long enough to down energon and coolant and other fluids, and engage in brief conversation. He’s more functional the second day, and Hot Rod sits down with him for an hour, patiently working through the exercises he’s learned over the past few decades of helping Empurata mechs.

Megs only needs a few fumbling tries before he’s manipulating his claws like a champion, able to fuel himself and top off his fluids. Using a stylus is a bit more complicated, but enough time and practice should take care of that.

Hot Rod reassures him. “You’re not the first,” he explains as Megs huffs with irritation when the stylus once again clatters to the floor. He bends down, picks it up, and hands it back. “It’s like learning any other skill. You’ll get it.”
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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Shameless
Universe: IDW, MTMTE/LL
Characters: Megatron/Rodimus
Rated: T
Description: Somehow, Megatron had managed to look past every single one of Rodimus’ character flaws and found a mech he wanted in his berth.

For yamiquietshadowflo, who gave me the prompt.


Megatron often wondered what it felt like to have so little shame. True, one could argue that he himself was hardly the best example of humility, but taking pride in one’s actions, or taking responsibility for them, was not the same as Rodimus’ complete and utter lack of propriety.

In short, Rodimus had no shame.

Now, this wasn’t news to Megatron.

It had been quite obvious from the moment he set foot on the Lost Light, and joined Rodimus in leadership of the crew that his co-captain had no shame. He was loud. He was impetuous. He stated what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he often held little regard for rules or regulations or pure common sense.

Somehow, Megatron had managed to look past every single one of those character flaws and find a mech he wanted in his berth.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Now Hiring
Universe: IDW 2005, pre-canon
Characters: Deadlock, Tarn
Rating: K+
Description: Some mechs can’t take a hint. Deadlock has zero interest in joining the DJD.


Deadlock was exhausted.

He was covered in energon. He reeked of ash and smoke. He had a hitch in his left hip joint, and the medics couldn’t see to it until tomorrow at the earliest. He wanted to get clean, down some engex, and recharge.

Not necessarily in that order.

“Deadlock!”

His shoulders hunched. He knew that voice.

He limped a little faster.

Tarn, however, was not one to be deterred.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Rain or Shine
Part Ten


“You’re sure you want to do this?” Blurr asked, unable to hide the skepticism from his voice.

“Absolutely!” Tailgate declared as he picked up the stool, moved it, set it back down, and climbed up onto it, all to see Blurr over the counter. “It’ll be fun. Cyclonus said I needed to get out more, and Whirl likes it here, so I thought, why not?”

Why not indeed.

Blurr glanced to the end of the counter, where Cyclonus had taken up a seat which used to be Ricochet’s before he started actually earning his keep. The former Decepticon had a single cube of engex, and a preemptive glower for anyone who might think to speak crossly to his adorable not-quite-minibot partner.

Tailgate wasn’t the only bartender Blurr had hired, just the one who made him a little bit skeptical, but Whirl had asked, and Blurr had been unable to say no to Tailgate when he’d boldly strolled into New Maccadams and asked for a chance to prove himself.

“That’s good enough for me,” Blurr said. “But you know, if you need any help... “

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Rain or Shine
Part Nine


Nova's loomed in front of them, a crumbling, shambling hulk of broken dreams and empty promises, a rusting lump of former greatness, decaying more and more with each passing year. It represented, to Ricochet, all the reasons why he'd become a Decepticon.

"If you even think about telling me to wait outside, I will shoot you and then go in by myself," Blurr said with a stubborn set to his chin.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Ricochet said, even though he'd been thinking of doing exactly that. Did they know each other so well already?

How the world had turned.

"Good." Blurr's expression was hard, set in battle-mood, but there was something haunted in his optics. This place probably held good memories for him. "We do this together."

"After you." Ricochet gestured in a sweeping bow. After all, Blurr knew this building far better than he did, even in it's current decrepit state.

Blurr rolled his optics, but led the way.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Rain or Shine
Part Eight


Bluestreak's message pinged Blurr's inbox right as his pacing route took him by the massive window in the main room. He paused to skim the contents, venting a sigh which mixed relief and lingering anger.

Ricochet had been with them. Ricochet was on his way home now.

"Blurr?"

He waved off Drift's concern and sank down into the couch, his lower back aching, and Rebound shifting restlessly within his tank.

"Ricochet's on his way back," Blurr said.

"Well, that's good." Drift sat down beside him, offering an energon cube which looked to have been warmed and spiced.

"Thanks." Blurr took it, and gave it a sip, though his tanks roiled with queasiness, and little flutters of an ache clenched his belly. He rubbed his rounded abdomen, hiding a cringe.


dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Rain or Shine
Part Seven


Bluestreak had always wanted to be an Enforcer, and it wasn’t until after the war that he got the opportunity, thanks to Prowl. This caused some friction between he and Jazz, but it was too important for Bluestreak to quit. He wanted to do this.

Right now, sitting at a table with Blurr and Ricochet, both of whom were wracked with worry and anger in equal measures, Bluestreak second-guessed himself a little. Most of his assignments had involved strangers. This one was too close to home, but Blurr had insisted.

He wanted family involved. Ricochet had no interest in relying on the detective work of mechs who had once arrested him. So Bluestreak would take the lead in finding Echo, and everyone else would defer to him.

It was an enormous responsibility. He wished he didn’t have to bear the burden alone. But for family, he would do this, and Prowl had trusted him with it.

He would succeed.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Rain or Shine
Part Six


"Mama, pick me up!"

Blurr sighed and bent down, swinging Echo up into his arms. He straightened with a hitch, lower back protesting, knees popping, the action a bit more strenuous than it used to be.

"You're getting a bit too big to be carried like this, bit," Blurr said as he tucked Echo on his hip and plunged back into the crowd, relieved they were only a block from his school.

And that Ricochet wasn't here to blow a gasket about Blurr picking Echo up. He was convinced it would cause a miscarriage.

"No, I'm not!"

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Rain or Shine
Part Five


“You look tired.”

It was an observation, not a question. Bluestreak made a non-committal noise in response and flicked the stylus over his datapad, marking off another zone.

“Jazz still hasn’t come home?”

Bluestreak vented. “No.”

“I can issue a bulletin. Have my mechs keep an optic out for him?”

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dracoqueen22: (ratchet)
Title: For the Present
Universe: IDW Lost Light, Between the Lines
Characters: Megatron/Ratchet/Rung
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, BDSM Themes, Dom/Sub Themes, Threesome, Piercing, Needleplay, Bondage, Painplay, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Double Valve Penetration
Description: Ratchet has a desire, one Megatron agrees to satisfy -- with a little help from Rung.

Commission for Borath.



“I have a desire,” Ratchet said, out of nowhere, whilst they were lying in a post-interfacing haze, Megatron’s engine thrumming comfortably, and halfway to a doze.

In an instant, Megatron was fully awake.

“Oh?” He aimed for nonchalance though he suspected the spike of interest in his field betrayed him. “I’m listening.”

Ratchet sat up then, back braced against the wall, his gaze heated as he looked directly at Megatron. “I like to watch,” he said, his words almost rehearsed. “Specifically, I’d like to watch you in the hands of someone else.”

“Hm.”

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: A Timely Reminder
Universe: IDW Lost Light
Characters: Rung, Ratchet, Chromedome, Rewind, Drift, Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Nightbeat
Rated: K+
Warnings: None
Description: Rung is used to being forgotten and overlooked, but it’s nice to be remembered now and again.

References Lost Light Issues #5,6. Commission for Popodoki.


Rung has learned not to expect much from, well, anything to be honest. He’s used to being forgotten and overlooked. He’s used to being needed but not actually wanted. He’s used to drifting in the background.

Ocasionally, he uses it to his advantage. Avoiding unwanted attention is the one positive to being ignored.

So when Ratchet stumbles up to him, his plating hot and reeking of battle, while he wraps Rung up in an embrace, Rung’s more than a little surprised. Because’s Ratchet’s field is warm and relieved, as if he’s missed Rung during his brief mission with Rodimus and the others, off into the unknown.

Rung cycles his optics, freezing in the wake of the unexpected affection, rattled to his core.

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dracoqueen22: (ratchet)
Title: Introductions All Around
Universe: In the Family Way
Characters: Drift, Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Bob
Rating: K+
Description: Rumors spread all too quickly aboard the Lost Light, so when Drift overheard something about Ratchet’s new sparklings, he knew he needed to find the truth out for himself.


“Don’t be an idiot.”

“It’s true! I know what I fragging saw! Don’t call me an idiot.”

“Ratchet wouldn’t do that.”

Drift straightened, attention grabbed from his datanovel by the familiar designation. The table nearby held a group of mechs who’d been rowdy for most of the night, the steady flow of engex only making them louder and more boisterous.

Drift had, for the most part, tuned them out. Until now.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Stand By Me
Universe: TF IDW, Lost Light
Characters: Rodimus, Drift
Rating: M
Warnings: Heat Trope, No On-Screen Sexual Content
Description: When Rodimus needs him, Drift is there, even if all he needs is someone to stand guard while he’s vulnerable.


“Hey, Drift. I hope you’re not too busy, because um, Starburst?”

Drift’s optics snap online as he fully surfaces from his meditation. He’s on his feet, hand pressed to his comm, before he’s fully registered the words. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going into heat,” Rodimus says, and there’s a wry, resigned humor to it. “Bad timing, I know, but it’s not like I chose it.” He pauses, and there’s a quiet discomfort in the pause. “I need you.”

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: A Little Company
Universe: Transformers IDW The Lost Light
Characters: Rodimus, Rung
Rated: K+
Description: When Rodimus realizes Rung is as lonely as he is, Rodimus decides to do something about it.

Commission for Popodoki


Morale’s a little low, and it’s the responsibility of leadership to attend to such important matters. The crew is the spark of the ship, and without them, no captain and no mission would matter.

Rodimus, as the top tier leader of the Lost Light, knows that this is his time to shine. So he has Brainstorm whip up another batch of Rodimus Stars – earning one for his efforts – and sets out on a quest to distribute them to those most deserving, which is honestly every member of his crew as far as he’s concerned.

He presents them with a flourish, one by one, to each member of the crew he encounters in the hall: Expert Marksmanship to Atomizer, Best at Hiding in Vents to Skids, Brave Enough to Take Risks to Jackpot, and Expert Listener to Rung.

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