A Chaotic Neutral

Title: Playing Along
Universe: Transformers Prime, post-Orion Pax
Characters: Optimus Prime/Megatron
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Heat Trope
Description: It’s a perfect excuse for both of them when Optimus stumbles upon Megatron caught in the grips of his heat.

There was something soothing about the steady, yet bumpy roll of his tires over asphalt. Roads in Cybertron had been smooth as glass, save in the poorer districts where planetary funds never managed to find their way. The rough roads on Earth reminded Optimus of a time he was Orion Pax.

Right now, it soothed him as much as it bothered him. The weight of the Matrix sat awkwardly in his chassis, an ill-fitting responsibility, with the memories of his time spent aboard the Nemesis, with Megatron, refusing to tuck neatly away in his archives.

It was quiet, which was as much of a relief as it was a challenge. Quiet meant both sides were licking their wounds, counting their resources, waiting for the next moment to strike. Quiet meant waiting, which left too much time to think. About regrets. About what might have been. About the choices he'd made.

Ping!

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a/n: If one were interested in sobbing to oneself as the author did while writing the last half of this chapter, one might consider listening to “Fate” by Bleak ft Ana Johnsson while reading it. ;)

Despicable Me
Chapter Twelve

Smokescreen loiters inside the conference room, making excuses for why he’s still lingering when anyone asks. Ultra Magnus is the last to go, bent over his datapad with his new assistant – Minimus – hurrying along next to him.

All in all, Smokescreen would call that council meeting a success. Sure it’d been a bit rocky at first, but then it smoothed right out, and they got down to business. A few raised voices, a few revved engines, but no outright shots were fired or fists were thrown.

Maybe this peace is going to hold steady after all.

But that’s not what has Smokescreen lingering. Instead, he’s poking into the corner where he swears he saw Optimus early on, at the beginning of the meeting. There’s nothing here. No paint streaks or footprints or evidence that Optimus had been here at all.

But between the time he saw Optimus before and that weird dream… Smokescreen’s starting to wonder if maybe it’s not all in his head. Is he really seeing Optimus? Is it like an echo of him? A ghost?

Smokescreen gives up. There is no physical evidence here, and if someone walks in on him staring into the corner or at the floor, they’ll probably drag him off to Ratchet for that scan Smokescreen absolutely doesn’t need.

What he doesn’t expect, however, is to find Megatron lurking in the hallway just outside the conference room. He leans against the wall opposite the door, arms crossed over his chassis. Soundwave is usually attached to his hip, and has been since he’s been freed from the medbay’s clutches, but right now, he is nowhere in sight.

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Despicable Me
Chapter Nine

Time passes.

Not quickly enough for Megatron’s liking, and far too quickly for hope of Soundwave’s rapid recovery.

It becomes obvious that he is of no use while perched at Soundwave’s bedside. He spends several days doing it anyway, because he doesn't know what else to do with himself. He is assured that the scientists are all working speedily and diligently, and while Megatron is loath to trust the word of an Autobot, he knows he can trust Shockwave’s work ethic when it comes to a scientific quandary.

Idling has never been one of Megatron’s strong points. The longer he watches over Soundwave, the longer the anger burns in his tanks, until it becomes a bubbling mass he can’t ignore. It rises up and up in his intake, and if he doesn’t find something else to do, he’s going to make a decision he’ll regret.

One of which Orion in the corner will highly disapprove.

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Despicable Me
Chapter Seven

Predaking has done alright for himself, carving out a place to come home on the end of a vast landscape of dead things. He’s hollowed out a cave, lined the exterior with sensors, and the interior looks an endless tunnel into darkness.

Smokescreen quite visibly doesn’t want to go inside.

“It’s a courtesy,” he says, shifting from foot to foot, unease in the droop of his sensory panels. “You don’t walk into someone’s house uninvited.” He tilts a chin up at a camera. “He knows we’re here. If he wants to talk, he’ll come out.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Megatron asks, staring hard at the camera, imagining he can see through it, to Predaking and his cronies on the other end.

Smokescreen shrugs. “Then I guess you don’t get to talk to him.”

“That is not an acceptable option.” Megatron eyes the camera, narrowing his optics. “Predaking, get out here and face me.”

“He can’t hear--”

“I was already on my way, Megatron.” Predaking’s voice precedes his arrival. He comes into view, biolights visible first, in mech-mode and flanked by two of his kind, one of whom Megatron does not recognize. “It’s not everyday my former Commander comes to call.” He lifts his chin, amber optics assessing. “We’d thought you dead.”

Smokescreen slides closer to Megatron and eyes Predaking as though he thinks the Predacon is going to eat him.

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At first, they dated in secret.

This did not bother Orion in the slightest. He had no interest in seeing his face splashed in the tabloids, or having the newscasters speculate on his relationship with Rodimus. He liked that their shift from friendship to romance was something few were aware of. It felt like a secret between the two of them, a gift they shared.

It was a part of Rodimus he did not have to give the rest of Cybertron.

It also helped that Orion had no interest in his own life bearing further scrutiny or being put under the microscope. He liked his relative anonymity, save the brief moment of celebrity he experienced when it was revealed he’d verified a Blade of Time. The ruckus from that came and went in a matter of months, as soon as a new scandal from one of the Senators cropped up.

Orion was glad to be left alone, left to concentrate on his work at the Archives, and the building relationship between he and Rodimus, who was ‘not a Prime’ when they were alone together, per Rodimus’ request.

It was astonishingly easy to move from friendship to romance. There was less awkwardness than Orion expected. He found himself reaching to touch Rodimus, and Rodimus leaning in to the touch as though they had always been so physically affectionate. They held hands often, or leaned into one another’s space. There was rarely a moment their fields weren’t knitted together when they were in proximity.

Rodimus was the perfect gentlemech.

Contrary to his reputation, and contrary to the remarks made by those infuriating newscasters, Rodimus was polite and respectful. He didn’t push. He always asked. He kept his touches chaste, his kisses chaste, everything chaste.

A little too chaste in Orion’s opinion.

Frustratingly chaste.

They had been friends for over a year. They were officially courting one another for several months now, and yet Rodimus’ lips had not touched his since the day of their mutual confession. Rodimus was keen to kiss his palm, the back of his hand, a brush of his mouth over Orion’s cheek, but nothing further.

His hands never strayed, never wandered into flirtatious territory.

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Title: From This Moment
Universe: TFP Alternate Canon
Characters: Rodimus Prime/Orion Pax, Ratchet/Jazz, Ultra Magnus, Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp
Rating: M
Description: Rodimus Prime knows that you only get one chance to make a good, first impression. Lucky for him, Orion Pax is not the only cutest archivist he’s ever met, but also the most forgiving.

Commission for Jeegoo.

Rodimus Prime was not panicking.

Rodimus Prime was not panicking, because Rodimus Prime did not panic. He did not, in fact, have any reason to panic.

Technically, Starscream was in his employ so there was no reason for Rodimus to be searching for the nearest exit like his spark was on the line.

And yet.

Here he was, crouched by an obscenely large vase that had no purpose except to be ugly and provide decent cover for a Prime on the run. Seriously. This thing was hideous. Why were they keeping it in the Municipal Archives except as a monument to their ancestors’ bad taste?

“Rodimus Prime!” Starscream’s voice squawked through the interior of the museum, bouncing off the walls, seeking Rodimus in his hiding spot with unerring accuracy. “So help me Primus if you don’t show yourself--”

“Star, you can’t threaten the Prime,” Skywarp interjected with a laugh, his vocals equally loud, if not more so. “He’s kind of our boss.”

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Despicable Me
Chapter Four

There are a half-dozen more qualified mechs for this job. Why they’ve given the task to Smokescreen, he’ll never know.

Wheeljack would’ve been better. Arcee. Bumblebee. Anyone with more experience, more guile, more – what’s the word Jack used? Guts. Right. More guts.

Instead, it’s Smokescreen lurking around the corner, trying to be unobtrusive, and unsure how much he’s succeeding. He’s an archive guard, not a special ops agent. And when it comes down to it, no way can he take down or disarm someone like Megatron.

‘Observe and report,’ Ultra Magnus had said.

Smokescreen sighs and leans against the wall. He is the wrong person for this job. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to do a bad job of it.

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Title: Child’s Play
Universe: TFP, Event Horizon Universe
Characters: Raoul, Tracks, Ratchet, Sunstreaker
Rated: K+
Description: Raoul Gonzalez is absolutely sure this must be a dream, because why else would there be a ten-foot robot child wandering around his scrapyard?

Raoul easily ignores the first clatter, the second clatter, and the third clatter. It’s early, and he owns a junkyard. Piles of metal tumbling over is pretty common. A stiff breeze might send a perilious stack of old hubcaps rolling for the hills.

The fourth clatter, however, finally pierces his morning haze. Or maybe it’s that he’s finally consumed enough coffee to register the racket, because it’s a bit too much noise to be normal.

If those damn brats are making forts in his junkyard again, Raoul is going to call the cops this time, rather than their parents. Enough is enough! A man’s still gotta make a living, even if it is junk.

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Title: Halfway to Heaven
Universe: TFP, Post Predacons Rising, Beauty and the Bee Series
Characters: Original Vehicon Character(s), Bumblebee/Knock Out
Rated: M
Enticements: Fluff, Sticky Sexual Interfacing
Description: Epiphanies set the stage for two very important questions as Bumblebee and Knock Out take two further steps in their relationship.

For Milagrosen

Tinny music played over the speakers above Knock Out's head. He only absently acknowledged it -- some kind of holiday tune from Earth, he believed -- his focus more reserved for his datapad. Ratchet had been on his aft about his certifications again, because it didn't matter if he could do the procedure, he had to have physical proof he was certified to do it.

Pitslag. Typical Autobot bureaucratic pitslag. But it had to be done and so Knock Out grudgingly skimmed through the procedure guidelines so he could pass the stupid quiz at the end. Every certification granted him a pay raise, and the more Earth credits he had, the more he could spend, so that was the only thing to make it worthwhile. That and he could lord his multiple certifications over their new medic's head.

Ratchet might be Chief Medical Officer around here, but Knock Out was no slouch and he was well on his way to a chief position of his own. Like the Pit he'd let some uppity incoming former Neutral come in and politicize his way to the top.

Frag that.

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Title: Taking Chances
Universe: TFP, Post-Predacons Rising, Pre-RID 2015
Characters: Knock Out/Bumblebee, Lots of Vehicon/Eradicon OCs
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sex, Sexy Dancing, Humor and Fluff
Description: Knock Out’s having a piss-poor excuse for a day when Bumblebee swings by with an offer of fun and games that end where Knock Out least expects it – hot and heavy between the sheets.

Commission for Milagrosen.


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