dracoqueen22: (jazz)
Title: A Turmoil of Trust
Universe: The Prime’s Consorts, Consortium
Rated: M
Characters: Jazz/Soundwave, Ravage
Description: Some things are instinct, and Proteus’ voice in Jazz’s audial sends a cascade of conflict through his spark.


Jazz doesn’t worry.

It’s not in his nature to worry. He doesn’t fret or get anxious. He’s a go with the flow sort of mech. He’s adaptability personified.

He doesn’t worry.

So what, then, is this feeling gnawing at his insides? Twisting and churning and tying him into knots?

He’d known Proteus would contact him. It was inevitable. It was why he’d finally grown the necessary struts and approached Optimus about the little tiny problem of his obedience coding. Optimus was getting ready to launch his first attack against the foundation of the institution, to make them realize he wasn’t here to demur to their antiquated ideas. Jazz couldn’t be a liability. So he’d addressed the problem.

Proteus’ ID code popping up in his comm queue still manages to catch Jazz by surprise. It makes a quiet trill of disquiet surge through Jazz’s lines. In two weeks, they’ll be in Polyhex for Optimus to address the Assembly. Proteus wants more than a status report, the likes of which Jazz has been dutifully sending since the coding was removed, all carefully falsified with Ultra Magnus and Prowl’s advice.

Proteus wants a face-to-face meeting, and Jazz is obligated to attend. His former master will not accept excuses. Jazz should be more than capable of sneaking away, and the implied punishment makes an echo of dread radiate through Jazz’s spark.

The message ends, and Jazz finds himself in the estate’s labyrinthine air vents.

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dracoqueen22: (axelroxaslove)
Title: Insufficient Funds
Series: The Prime’s Consorts
Characters: Blaster, Steeljaw
Rated: K+
Description: In the wake of Soundwave’s departure and subsequent absence, Blaster worries.


Blaster is running out of money.

Worse, Blaster is running out of money and his best friend has let himself be sold to the new Prime all for the sake of the Sanctuary. Blaster can’t even do him the courtesy of not running it to the ground in Soundwave’s absence. Soundwave has sacrificed everything, and still, Blaster is running out of money.

Everything costs creds these days. It’s not just the energon. It’s the parts, the lubricants, the supplies. It’s bribing guards to look the other way when they’re sneaking refugees over borders. It’s paying medics for much needed repairs. It’s paying for new identities, and refitting frames so that they are unrecognizable. It’s paying for fares to colonies too far from Cybertron for the wealthy to reach.

It’s a lot of things that Blaster simply doesn’t have the creds to cover. His kin suffer, and Blaster can only do triage. Save this one over that one because it’s cheaper or easier or… or…

His tank churns.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Idle Hands
Universe: Transformers G1
Characters: Prowl, Ironhide, Optimus Prime, Jazz/Megatron, Implied Jazz/Optimus Prime
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Dom/Sub themes, Facesitting, Sex Toys
Description: In a mostly post-war world, Jazz is bored, and a bored Jazz is not safe for anyone – least of all Megatron, who didn’t realize how much he’d enjoy getting bossed around by the Spec Ops mech. 

Commissioned by Jee and written for the MegOp server. 

“I’m bored,” Jazz complained as he let himself into Prowl’s locked office and threw his frame onto the only piece of furniture not covered in datapads and actual, paper documents.

“Hi, bored. I’m Prowl,” Prowl replied without missing a beat or looking up from the datapad that occupied both his attention and his frown. It was his thinking frown, however, so Jazz wasn’t too concerned.

Yet.

Jazz groaned and tipped his head back against the high-backed chair. “You’re spending too much time with Sparkplug.”

“He is a comforting spot of urbanity in a chaotic storm of treaty negotiations,” Prowl said with a twitch of his sensory panels. He looked tired. He felt tired.

Who knew that trying to negotiate some kind of cease-fire and peace treaty with the Decepticons would actually be more exhausting than the war itself? But needs must. Needs like a lack of resources, dwindling motivations, and the realization that if they didn’t pull their heads out of their afts, Cybertron’s already ruined landscape would become an uninhabitable wasteland that could never be restored.

“Give me something to do,” Jazz demanded, and it wasn’t a whine. “I’m going out of my mind with boredom here. I’m getting itchy fingers, if you know what I mean.”

Prowl’s panels twitched again, and he moved from one datapad to another without missing a beat. “You’re not allowed to kill any Decepticons. We are in a cease-fire.”

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: The Sanctuary
Universe: Consortium, Pre-The Prime’s Consorts
Characters: Soundwave, Blaster, Rewind
Rated: T
Description: Blaster’s doing all he can to keep the lights on when Soundwave comes to him with an unfortunate truth.


There’s never enough of anything.

Blaster gnaws on his bottom lip as he reviews their inventory, the available funds in their secret account, and their current population. There’s not enough credits, there aren’t enough fuel filters, and there’s certainly not enough energon.

He has to find a way to increase their income. He can’t force Soundwave any further into debt than he already is. It’s not fair to him.

The light rap of knuckles on the door frame makes him look up to see Rewind loitering, a datapad clutched to his chest. Blaster can already tell from their bond he’s not going to like what Rewind has to say.

“Another one?” Blaster asks.

Rewind nods, and there’s a flicker from the camera lens attached to his head. “It’s bad.”

Frag. Another expense.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Twenty-Two


Blurr woke up, and the universe hated them.

Sideswipe tried to be gracious about it. It wasn’t Blurr’s fault. He didn’t pick this moment to wake up, but he did, and now all of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker’s efforts to get Soundwave alone and into their nest had to be set aside.

Blurr waking up meant chaos.

The humans had a thousand questions. Blurr had a million questions. Starscream didn’t want to leave Blurr’s side – understandably. And apparently, Blurr waking up meant other humans had to show up, too because there were legal issues?

Sideswipe didn’t understand it all, and it was none of his business.

The only thing that mattered to him was that his fantasies of spending the next few weeks teasing and coaxing and courting Soundwave had all turned to ash. All they had now were stolen kisses in passing, breakfasts shared early in the morning, and dragging Soundwave out of his office late in the evening so he didn’t work too late.

They slept curled around Soundwave every night, and it was a special kind of torture. He was warm, and he smelled good, and Sideswipe had permission to touch now, except he couldn’t.

Because of Blurr.

It was the worst.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Twenty-One


“What happened with Starscream?”

“Did his human really turn into a harpy?”

“Did Megatron actually let more humans stay here?”

“Can we meet them?”

“Can we keep them?”

The last question came from, of course, Laserbeak, but given the mischief in her eyes, Sunstreaker doubted she was serious. Mostly. He wasn’t sure about Laserbeak sometimes. She had a lot of mysteries tucked into that sunny exterior.

“Business none of yours,” Soundwave said once the bombardment of questions ended, mostly from the two sets of twins. Ravage had already gone for the day.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Twenty


Patience had never been one of Sunstreaker’s strong suits. Waiting for Soundwave was a special kind of agony.

Sunstreaker knew better than to push, however. That would only make things harder. So he followed Sideswipe’s lead, pretending he wasn’t on pins and needles while waiting for Soundwave to get his thoughts in order.

They kept at it.

Truth was, if Soundwave decided romance wasn’t for him, Sunstreaker thought he would be okay with that. He could love Soundwave without it being returned. He still had Sideswipe. It didn’t mean he was going to stop taking care of Soundwave either.

If there was one thing this whole courtship business had shown him, it was that no one cared for Soundwave the way he cared for everyone else. They probably tried, but Soundwave rebuffed them, and only grudgingly allowed his siblings to fuss over him.

He let Sunstreaker and Sideswipe do it though. Sunstreaker wasn’t sure why. He didn’t know what went on in Soundwave’s head because Soundwave would talk about everything but his feelings. Which, Sunstreaker didn’t like talking about feelings either, but it still left everything up in the air.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Nineteen

Soundwave wasn’t sure what to expect after his return from the forest, especially between himself, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker. He thought there might be discomfort, friction, possibly distance between himself and then.

He certainly wasn’t expecting… this.

He thought once his arm healed enough that the sling could be removed – only a few days after the initial injury – things would go back to normal. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker would return to the privacy of their nook, and their own personal interests, rather than sticking close. No more would he spend nearly every meal with them, or have their company in the baths.

He was wrong.

Sure, they backed off on the nannying once it was clear Soundwave was capable of taking care of himself. They still brought him meals, but it was no more than what efforts his own siblings already offered. They put themselves into the rotation, and joined Soundwave’s family for every meal, often with Soundwave between them.

Not a single sibling protested. Not even Buzzsaw, which in itself was an oddity.

Which wasn’t to say Sideswipe and Sunstreaker spent every waking moment with Soundwave either. They hadn’t abandoned their own pursuits. Sunstreaker still visited Mirage and Tracks for his artistic lessons. Sideswipe convinced any warrior he could for fighting lessons, though he favored Drift and swordwork, once Perceptor and Drift’s heats had concluded.

They both volunteered to Gather, or clean up after meals, and Sunstreaker had started reading to the little ones in the nursery before their naptimes. Sideswipe volunteered to take a few guard shifts in the Aerie interior.

But they made time for Soundwave, too.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Eighteen


Sideswipe was shaken out of a rather nice dream involving both Sunstreaker and Soundwave. He blinked blearily at the back of Soundwave’s head when he registered the hand over his mouth and Sunstreaker leaning against his back.

“Get up,” he whispered urgently, nipping at Sideswipe’s ear. “We have work to do.”

Work?

Sideswipe sighed and rolled over, away from Soundwave’s enticing warmth, and to the cool spot on the nest where Sunstreaker no longer was. Instead, his twin was perched outside the nest, looking down at him and making urgent motions with his hand.

Soundwave was still asleep. So were the siblings. They’d all curled closer together overnight, a mixed up knot of colorful feathers snoozing away, and they were unbearably adorable. Sideswipe’s core gave a throb of affection, and he wanted to dive back into the cozy pile and stay there all day.

Except Sunstreaker was giving him a Look, and Sideswipe would never hear the end of it if he ignored Sunstreaker on a mission.

So he wriggled out of the comfy nest, and away from the enticing warmth, being sure to sigh and look as pathetic as possible.

Sunstreaker rolled his eyes.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Seventeen


Sunstreaker did not sleep.

He lay down and attempted to do so, Laserbeak curled in his arms with Buzzsaw curled around her, but sleep would not find him, and it seemed to elude the smaller twins as well. Laserbeak twitched and murmured with nightmares; Buzzsaw stared blankly at the far wall. Neither he nor Rumble had found any trace of their missing siblings.

Sideswipe’s back pressed to Sunstreaker’s, but he was too tense to truly be asleep.

Pre-dawn arrived, and Sunstreaker rose from the nest, rousing everyone else in the process. Exhaustion settled over them, but there was determination as well. Frenzy and Rumble burst into the room carrying armfuls of supplies – flashlights, a first aid kit, some food.

“Rung was up and about,” Frenzy said as they dumped their items down and started to sort through them. “We told him what’s going on, but he’s level-headed. He’ll keep quiet until we come back from our first search.”

“And then?” Sideswipe asked as he grabbed a scone to nibble on. He tried to offer one to Sunstreaker, but he waved it off.

Sunstreaker’s stomach was in too many knots to eat. He took a flashlight instead, flicking the switch to make sure it worked.

“And then we sound the alarm,” Rumble said with a sigh. “We’ll need help by that point.”

“It won’t come to that,” said Laserbeak, her feathers drooping, every inch of her appearing wan and exhausted. “We’ll find both of them.”

Her determination left no room for argument.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: The World Can Wait
Universe: Transformers Animated, post-canon
Characters: Optimus Prime/Megatron, Slapdash (OC)
Rating: M
Enticements: Dom/Sub Themes, Bondage, Spike Warming, Valve Frottage, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Plug n’ Play Sexual Interfacing, Established Relationship
Description: Optimus is still amazed Megatron trusts him enough to put his safety and pleasure in Optimus’ hands.


"Lord Megatron is indisposed," Optimus tells the glaring mech who’s come to the door, seeking to bother Megatron for whatever reason. Said mech looks like he’s going to barrel inside no matter what Optimus says, so he blocks the opening with his own frame.

"Is it urgent?" Optimus asks, planting his feet in the face of a Decepticon who’s half-again his height, with a narrowed visor and a clenched jaw. The badge on Optimus’ chest still gleams fresh like new, though it's been years since he accepted it.

"None of your business, scraplet," the Decepticon snarls, a mech whose designation Optimus doesn't know. Mystery mech must be new to the ship, and clearly has lost control of his faculties if he thinks pushing Optimus around is the way to get what he wants.

He must not have gotten the memo.

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dracoqueen22: (jazz)
Title: Tread Lightly
Universe: Consortium, the Prime’s Consorts
Characters: Jazz/Soundwave, Ratchet, Optimus Prime
Rated: T
Description: Jazz knows he’s a ticking time bomb, and with Optimus getting ready to make his move, it’s time Jazz trusts him enough to get defused.


Words… are important.

Actions speak louder, true, and better reflect the internal thoughts of a mech, but words have power, too.

There is nothing reckless about Optimus Prime. Jazz cannot confuse his gentle, well-meaning spark for weakness. He means what he says, but there’s a quiet calculation in everything he does. He’s deliberate. He’s intentional.

He has plans.

They’ve all been settling. For months now, Optimus has been playing the public game. He’s respectful and quiet, demurring to the Senate, to those in political power, while he watches and he waits and he gathers information.

Optimus is plotting.

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Jan. 10th, 2022 07:30 am
dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Debug
Universe: Shattered Glass, Renovation
Characters: Ratchet/Drift, Rodimus
Rated: NC-17
Enticements: Reprogramming, Punishment, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Valve Prolapse, Robot Gore, Out of Character Behavior Due to Mental Reprogramming, Forced Consent due to Mental Reprogramming, Non-Consensual Exhibitionism
Description: In a fit of jealousy, Drift steps out of line, and it’s up to Ratchet to remind him of his place.


Rodimus was here again.

Drift heard the flirty mech’s voice carrying from down the hallway, Rodimus’ laugh grating on his audial sensors. What had the Prime done that prompted this visit? Not that Drift cared. Whatever Optimus Prime and Rodimus got up to in the berth was of no interest to Drift.

Except for the part where it kept putting Rodimus in Ratchet’s medbay. Rodimus was a slut and a flirt, and he monopolized Ratchet’s attention because he was so “fiddly” to fix. Rodimus was already Optimus’ favorite, now he wanted Ratchet, too? He was selfish mech, wanting more than he deserved and had earned, and Drift hated him because Rodimus always got what he wanted.

He was just in here last week for a dislocated strut and a crushed intake. What was it this time? Punctured vents? Twisted spoiler? Random aches and pains?

Rodimus’ laugh floated out of the next room. “Aw, c’mon, doc. It’s not my fault!”

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Twelve


Sideswipe woke to an insistent tapping on his cheek. He groaned and tried to swat at the nuisance, but it avoided his sweeping hand and returned to poke at him some more.

"Stop it, Sunny."

The nuisance giggled. "It's me, silly." Laserbeak poked at his cheek again. "Wake up! It's the day of the festival and you're missing it!"

The lump of swaddled blankets beside Sideswipe barely stirred. "Why so early?" Sunstreaker asked without emerging from his cocoon.

"Why not?" Laserbeak laughed and settled on Sideswipe's shoulder, peering down at him. "Can't you hear it?"

Sideswipe paused and listened. Sure enough, he could pick up the distant sound of music, floating up from some unknown location. Probably the main foyer. There wasn't really anywhere else for a band to set up, except maybe Drift's dojo, and the music would be louder if that was the case.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Eleven


His dreams were always far more vivid than his waking sight. Soundwave didn’t understand how that worked, how everything sharpened and brightened, clarifying into clear shapes. He didn’t know if the faces he saw matched the faces in his life, or if he was merely filling in the blanks, making assumptions.

Maybe it didn’t matter.

His dreams were focused, vivid things, and Soundwave rarely remembered them upon waking. He didn’t have reality for comparison.

All he’d seen of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker entwined on the bed had been brightly colored shapes locked together, the scent of their lust thick and heady, their moans and cries enough to make his face flame and for him to flee, appalled by his own reaction, embarrassed that he hadn’t thought they’d need privacy. They were, after all, two young harpies in their prime. Of course they’d want to touch one another.

Laserbeak had seen more than enough.

“They’re so pretty,” she’d chattered. “But maybe we ought to talk to Ratchet or something, because Sunstreaker was biting Sideswipe awful hard.”

“It’s not uncommon, flitterling,” Soundwave had argued, flustered and wishing they didn’t have to have this conversation. Laserbeak was much older than she appeared, and he knew she capitalized on her size and cuteness to get what she wanted.

However, he wished he’d been paying attention so that neither of them had stumbled on Sideswipe and Sunstreaker’s moment.

Laserbeak chuffed at him. “I know that, Soundwave. I’m not stupid.” She kicked out her legs and flicked his ears. “I just mean, you know, they were only around humans and rude harpies. What if they’re hurting each other accidentally?”

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Ten

They’d always been quick learners and now was no exception. Surrounded by harpies who spoke their own language and even a few who knew the human tongue, made it easier to pick it up. Sideswipe was faster at it, of course, but that only made it easier for Sunstreaker to follow in his brother’s -- his twin’s, he had the word for it now -- example.

He let Sideswipe take the lead. It was easier that way. Sideswipe floated through their new home with ease, making friends left and right, volunteering them for all kinds of duties. Sunstreaker was happy enough to tag along, to carry things and haul things and learn new things.

There was so much to learn.

Sideswipe really took to Perceptor and Drift. If he wandered away from Sunstreaker, he was sure to find his twin up on the highest tier, staring with wide eyes as Perceptor explained some concept he found fascinating. Sunstreaker, personally, thought it was all boring. He stuck around Sideswipe at first, not wanting to be separated from his brother.

Then he met Mirage and Tracks.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Amount to Nothing
Universe: Transformers G1, Null and Void
Characters: Jazz, Mirage, Bumblebee
Rating: M
Warnings:
 Mentions of canon-typical violence, character death, and implied rape
Description: The abandoned Outpost Seventeen had to be a trap, but not even Jazz was prepared for what he actually found.



It’s weird.

Weirder than weird actually.

The Decepticons didn’t leave assets behind. Abandoned bases were always summarily destroyed so that the Autobots couldn’t find so much as a cracked datapad in the wreckage. There was never anything to sift through, no clues to discover, no prisoners to rescue.

Nothing.

Which made the fact that finding Outpost Seventeen in the Gamma Quadrant still intact something of a rarity. No, worse than a rarity.

It smelled like a trap.

Jazz wouldn’t let anyone else join him. He ordered his team to stay outside until he’d personally cleared the base, and while Mirage tried to argue otherwise, Jazz trusted his second to obey.

This reeked of one of Megatron’s plots, and Jazz didn’t like it one bit.

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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: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Nine


Soundwave didn't know which was worse: that the twins felt they had to use their bodies to pay their way or that he was legitimately disappointed they would only extend an interest to him because they felt they had to. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

What had he done wrong? How had he given them the idea they owed him something?

He fled his nest without true destination in mind. Liege Megatron had given him leave from his duties for a couple of days to help get Sideswipe and Sunstreaker acclimated, and that was to be Soundwave's only task. Frenzy and Rumble, he knew, were helping Perceptor in the library -- a safe, educational place for both. Ravage had an eye on Vortex.

Where was Buzzsaw?

Soundwave tried to remember, but his thoughts kept wandering again to Sunstreaker's hesitant touch, the ripple of unease and determination and reluctance which surrounded Sunstreaker in a grey miasma. Where there should have been warmth, there was only cold, and Soundwave's stomach churned. He worried he might lose his breakfast.

He was not often touched. Such was the way of things. Other than the affection his siblings gave him, the occasional hug or pat from Liege Megatron, Soundwave did not often touch people. His... unique ability made it uncomfortable.

To feel such a thing from Sunstreaker...

Soundwave aimed for the nearest breath of fresh air and plunged onto a balcony, breathing deep of the damp, chilly air. Luckily, there was no one present to notice his emotional state. He gripped the railing with trembling hands and closed his eyes.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Scars of Yesterday
Chapter Eight


Sideswipe woke with a mouthful of feathers, and spat them out on instinct, because he couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t woke with a mouthful of feathers, specifically Sunstreaker’s. At night, Sunstreaker wrapped around him like he hated that they were in two different bodies and sought to try and merge them back together.

It was nice when it was cold and they only had each other for warmth. But they had blankets and pillows and this cozy space.

Sideswipe loved his brother. He really did. But he was suffocating, damn it.

“Sunny, wake up,” Sideswipe said, trying to grab his brother by the shoulders and give him a shake.

“Nnnn,” Sunstreaker muttered and rolled away from him, right into the side of their little nook. “Wait. What?”

“Get off. It’s hot.” Sideswipe gave him another push.

“Yeah. It is.” Sunstreaker sat up, feathers sticking in all directions, blinking slowly, and it was impossible to stay annoyed with him when he looked that cute. “Wait. We’re not…”

“It wasn’t a dream,” Sideswipe said, and grabbed Sunstreaker’s hand, pulling it close to feather a kiss across his knuckles. “I think we’re actually safe.”

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