An Autobot Christmas XXThe next day was slow before his release, however it was a happy one no doubt; Skidz and Mudflap were happy to visit him in the med bay as he waited for Ratchet to do one last check on him before he left. They both had brought him a present that they had asked Wheeljack and Perceptor to make it; it was supposed to be a surprise for the day before when he got back, however they could not wait for that night to give it to him. Inside the large box blocked by wrapping paper - which was put crudely on the box, however Bumblebee thought that it looked lovely; it was the thought that counted, right? - was a small hand held game station that both Pe
A Study of Twins: Ch. ThreeChapter ThreeAs the orns passed and the twins became more comfortable with their home and the surrounding area, Ratchet and Ironhide began taking them out of the unit and into the neighborhood more. Sideswipe was a little more attentive while on the excursions that Jazz, in a neighborly jest, had dubbed “family outings” than his brother. Sunstreaker was often too busy figuring out his surroundings through other means, putting things in his mouth whenever he got the chance.“Sunstreaker, get that outta your mouth,” Ironhide said, reaching down and pulling the item in question out of the youngling’s mouth.Sunstreak
New Life - Part 25 - TF FanficReason“Did you make this?”“No.”“So Wheeljack made it.”“Yes.”“…”“Does that matter?”“… No.”“Put it on then.”“…”“What’s wrong now?”“It’s not going to blow up, is it?”“Fraggin’ hell Ironhide! If you don’t put that headset on right now I’m going to tell Mrs. Lennox to deny you all brownies and cookies!”Silver gray eyes widened as Ironhide looked up from the red trimmed black headset in his hands, the metal glinting in the sunlight, to the medic who was currently g
Medical FetishContains implied BDSMRatchetxIronhide Ironhide had always been the stronger one. He didn’t mind it and rather liked being dominant, but he had a fetish, a desire if you will, to be submissive. His mate didn’t often exude any tendencies that he wanted to ever be dominant for a night, so those certain occasions were very rare and barely ever seen. Ironhide’s mate exuded anger toward his patients, but that didn’t mean that he was evil behind closed doors. Ratchet had been touching him in a rather rough manner since this afternoon, and the red mech often found his work interrupted by a pe
An Autobot Christmas XVIIIBumblebee looked so subtle in his sleep, weather it was forced upon him or not. The young bot was hooked up to a spark monitor and a tube of Engergon; he must have lost a lot of it - or at least enough of it - for Ratchet to hook him up to one of those up to someone. Where Bumblebee had gotten hit was quite obvious; Ratchet had been able to patch it up, however the new armor that he patched it up with was silver, and slightly scrappy; plus, it was dinted in slightly. But they would be able to fix that later; perhaps Sunstreaker would get him a new paint job or something for Christmas. Even if it wasn't himself, when it came right down to it,
An Autobot Christmas XVIBumblebee knew that something was going to go wrong. He always knew it because of the feeling in his spark. He was usually right when it came right down to it, yet he was usually off by a little bit. He was still, right, though, and that was enough for others to believe it. At first, he thought that this was one of the few times he was wrong; he thought that Optimus was doing good, seeing as how he was strong and all and could kick Megatron's aft in any situation, looking back at how many times he had done so. So he wasn't worried. Not at first, at least. So he focused on what he knew he had to do: kick some Decepticon aft, like he always did
A Study of Twins: Ch. TwoChapter TwoOne thing that Ironhide had discovered in the time since Ratchet had first brought them home was that the twins loved bath time. While Sunstreaker was content to splash around where Ironhide had set him, Sideswipe was a little more energetic when it came to the bath. In fact, at the sight of the water, the red sparkling made a squeal of delight and had to be rescued from diving head first into the bath tub. Thankfully, bathing the twins was a two-mech job and Ratchet managed to keep Sideswipe from drowning himself in the tub.“Crazy little glitch,” Ratchet murmured. He held onto Sideswipe with one arm and used the othe
A Study of Twins: Ch. OneChapter OneRatchet was woken from recharge by the sound of crying sparklings echoing through the unit. He groaned and nuzzled against Ironhide lightly. He felt the larger mech put his arms around his waist as the crying continued. It took both of them several breems to realize that the crying came from the sparklings that they’d settled into the room just across from their own. Ratchet on-lined his optics and pushed himself away from Ironhide, getting off the berth and sleepily heading into the other room.Sideswipe was crying at the highest pitch his vocalizer could manage and Sunstreaker’s cries were just as loud, if not louder
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