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dimorphodon-x · 2 years

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"I'm still here, Love.

Rodimus had been waiting for an update from the med bay for hours. Despite attempts from Mags, Megs and even Drift, he had refused to move from where he was seated on the floor.

“Waiting here won't help anyone,” he had been told. They were right, but he ignored them anyway. He wasn’t sure if he could get anything done until…

The prime ran his servos over his face, rubbing at tired, puffy eyes. He probably looked like shit. He certainly felt like it. Like heavy chains were pulling at his shoulders. It was exhausting.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention and Rodimus looked up from his hands. Drift was approaching him again.

“No news?” It was less of a question and more of a statement, but Rodimus nodded anyway.

“Not sure how much longer I can wait,” he sniffed and rested his chin in his palms.

“Probably not too long now,” the swordsman sat down next to him and placed his hand onto his amica’s back, rubbing small circles under his spoiler. It eased up some of the tension in the speed frame’s struts, pulling a sigh from his vents.

“Now I’m getting really nervous.”

“Like you weren’t already,” Drift scoffed half-heartedly. Rodimus nearly rolled his eyes.

The duo turned their attention when the door to the med bay finally opened and a rather tired, especially grouchy Ratchet stuck his head out.

“Ratch!” Rodimus scrambled onto his feet, his spark pounding with anxiety, “is he alright? Did he-?”

“He’s stable,” the old mech interrupted before he could start babbling, “and awake (miraculously). He’s asking for you.”

“Oh,” the fiery prime’s eyes brightened and he stood taller. The wave of relief nearly knocked him over, but luckily Drift kept him steady with a hand on his shoulder, “he’s alive.”

“Come on, but try to be careful. He’s still delicate,” Ratchet retreated back behind the door. It took Rodimus all his willpower to keep himself from just bolting in. Drift stayed out in the hallway to keep curious mechs away. By now it was likely everyone on the Lost Light knew about the loud and dramatic scene that took place that morning, and some would want to see what happened.

Starhawk was laying on a slightly angled medical berth, hooked up to machines and monitors through a few cords that connected to his chest and the back of his head. He still looked terrible and paler than he should be, but he certainly looked a hundred times better than that morning, when his plating was grey and his eyes lifeless.

He was currently listening to Firstaid finish telling him about everything that had to be done to keep him alive and what was to come to continue that. The flier looked as if he barely understood half of what was being said to him. He only looked away when Aid stopped and turned his attention to Rodimus.

“R-oddy-yy!” Hawk’s voice glitched as he perked up. He briefly cleared his throat and tried again.

“Rod-!” He was stopped when Rodimus all but collapsed over him, throwing his arms around his neck and burying his face into the side of his head.

“Hey, be careful with him!” Ratchet smacked the prime’s shoulder.

“S’okay,” Starhawk hummed, loosely placing a hand over Rodimus’s lower back, “he’s not hurting me.”

“He still needs to be careful, your spark can’t handle any strain right now,” the old medic again thwacked the prime’s shoulder, “get off.”

With a groan, Rodimus hesitantly got up. His blue optics were misty and he was chewing on his lower lip. Hawk gave his side a pat.

“Right, Ratchet and I will let you have some time to yourselves,” Firstaid nudged Ratchet away, “we’ll be close by in case something happens.”

“M’kay,” Hawk lazily waved as the two medics retreated. Once the door closed behind them, a hiccuping gasp escaped passed Rodimus’s lips, catching the jet’s attention.

Fat tears were rolling down his face and his vents hitched again. Starhawk frowned and again patted his plating.

“Roddy, it’s ok. I’m still here.”

Rodimus wiped at his face as he let out a sob, “I thought-God, Hawk! I was terrified!”

Starhawk blinked and nudged him closer. His frame felt weak, and he struggled to properly lift his other hand up to Roddy’s face, his thumb shakily wiping away a tear, “I’m sorry, Love. I really am.”

The smaller mech desperately gripped the black servo against his cheek, nuzzling into his palm, “you’re still cold.”

“Might take me a little while to warm up.”

Rodimus hummed and was quiet for a few moments, still holding onto Hawk’s arm. He then lifted his head, one of his servos moved from his wrist to clasp onto his slightly larger palm, their digits intertwined.

“Do you know what caused it?”

The flier averted his gaze.

“What caused it?”

He let out a sigh, too tired to try and dodge the question, “my old injury. Turns out it’s been slowly creeping up on me the whole time.”

“You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“I… may have lied about that,” he turned his head away, his crest falling over his eyes, “someone like me honestly shouldn’t have survived that shot.”

Rodimus tightened his hold on his arm a smidge, “why lie about that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to worry anyone or whatever. It’s not a big deal.”

“You almost died this morning!” Rodimus snapped, “how is that not a big deal?”

“Sorry,” Hawk lowered his chin, the gold decals on either side of his crest lowered in shame.

Rodimus grit his teeth, not sure if he should feel angry or sad or happy. Instead of saying anything else, he just removed his hand and turned his face into Hawk’s palm again, feeling his digits curl against his cheek. He let out a shaky sigh at the contact.

“Roddy, Love,” Hawk turned his partner’s face towards his, “I am so sorry. Not only for scaring you, but for not being honest as well.”

“You apologize a lot,” Rodimus mumbled. Hawk only smiled.

“I have a lot to apologize for. I’ve made too many mistakes, and I’ve been selfish. I never really thought about the impact all of my lies could have on those I care about, nor do I have any good reason to lie so much,” he slowly pulled Rodimus down so their foreheads were touching, “and I’m so, so sorry I hurt you.”

Rodimus couldn’t trust his vocals to say anything, letting go of Hawk’s arm to hold his face still. He tilted his head and pressed his lips against his.

The obsidian flier returned the kiss, his arms wrapped around Rodimus’s torso, his warm frame felt comforting against his still-cold one. But, he could feel what little strength he had slowly sap away, and had to pull his head back.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “I’m… I’m very tired.”

“Tired?” Rodimus jolted, his eyes widening, “do I need to get Ratchet?”

Hawk slowly shook his head, “no. He and Aid said I would be tired for a few days, if not weeks. They want me to sleep a lot.”

“Oh,” the prime relaxed a bit, “and how long will you be kept here?”

“A few days at least. I’m not sure,” Hawk closed his eyes, “will you stay for a while? I don’t want to go to sleep alone.”

“Sure. My schedule is clear for the day,” a lie, but a slightly obvious one. In truth, Rodimus knew he’d be unable to do anything productive today, maybe even tomorrow.

“Thanks,” he sluggishly and blindly grabbed for his hand, “I’m sure the others will understand. And I’ll make up for this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Rodimus rested his head against the orange glass on Hawk’s abdomen, and pulled their clasped hands under his chin, “focus on recovering.”

The larger mech hummed, his venting starting to slow down.

“I love you.”

Rodimus slightly tightened his grip on Starhawk’s hand. It was a little bit warmer now.

“I love you too.”

#eyyy good ending!#writing this was acrually kinda hard lol #still not sure if it's as good as I'd like but for now it's fine #my art #fanfic #transformers #transformers oc #starhawk #rodimus #rodihawk #oc x canon #drift #ratchet #firstaid #holy shit it's 3:30am

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darrowsrising · 3 years

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For "Send Me a Character" I gotta ask for Darrow and Virginia!

My faves!🤗

Darrow of Lykos:

First impression: Darrow: 'I would have lived in peace, but my enemies brought me war.' Me: I love you so much, I declare you my favourite.

Honest to Reaper, I loved him from the first sentence. I have felt lust at first sight, but love at first sentence (not romantic love, just...idk, you like a character so much you just...love them, if that makes sense)? Idk, it's one of those experiences that make life worth living.

Impression now: I would die for Darrow of Lykos, I would kill for Darrow of Lykos and most importantly, I would live (am currently living?) for Darrow of Lykos. Ok, I may exaggerate, but honestly, Darrow really inspires me and if anything, he made me realize that life is worth living...even when it sucks. And I am not saying that lightly, I just can't evoke properly what Darrow means to me. I read books hyped to 7 dimensions, but none of them actually inspired me like this. And I truly needed it, especially at the time I read Red Rising.

That being said, I can put my bias aside for analysis, but will I stop reminding you that I love him? Nope! Think of me as a brighter version of Sevro, I thrive on your annoyance.

Favourite moment: Every moment, let's not do this, it's a losing game.

Idea for a story: I find it the hardest to write fanfiction from his perspective in first person, although his thought process is a lot like mine. But I would love to dig into a quiet, peaceful day with his family. Or maybe the his and Virginia's first date. If Pierce ever adresses that date again, I will literally hang over every word.

Unpopular opinion: People who say Darrow is overrated are the same who're saying Beyoncé is overrated.

Ok, now a more serious one, this narrative that Darrow is bad...worse take ever! Different reading experiences and interpretations and any other things don't work in this case at all. Idk, the fact that people are unwilling to accept that the majority, and yes, even Sevro, can be very wrong, is kinda scary to me, even though it's fiction.

Favourite relationship: My personal favourites are his relationships with Virginia and Sevro. But every Darrow relationship is great. LET DARROW BE DAD, BLOODYDAMMIT! Even that with his soldiers. You know what my God did even after a heart attack? Went to speak with his soldiers, acrually talk with them, not adress the masses. His bodyguards rotate every hour and they can't keep up with him. I am not saying everyone should love Darrow, but...how can one not?

Favourite headcanon: HE SLEEPS SHIRTLESS. At the very least. Idk, if anyone deserves to wake up to the best slive of man cake of a husband shirtless every morning, it's Virginia au Augustus.

Virginia au Augustus:

First impression: Hot damn, girl, you must be really special if Darrow can't even muster a retort, let alone stop staring at you in the sunset.

I adored their little meet cutes, but I honestly loved her the most at the Institute, maybe because she was the most consistant and I loved to see and piece together who she really is, while knowing certain things about her for facts. I loved her because she wasn't like the other Golds, there was something about her that wanted more but didn't know how to implement it, although she tried. I think that Mustang was the first introduction of a Gold that actually seemed to care, you know. It mattered to me when she actually got that Red analogy.

Impressions now: I love her so much, she my favourite female character, she's just everything I wish I could be, but I also relate to her on a certain level (I am no genius, I wish lol). I love how Pierce writes his main cast, because it never gets boring. They don't just stop at a certain point, they evolve and they feel so real because of that. Virginia is no exception - I have actually taken to calling her Virginia, not Mustang, because I think it now suits her more.

I genuinely love Virginia for everything Kavax said to her in Dark Age. I think of her exactly the same things and...I can't help but love her for that.

Favourite moment: I love all of her moments, but I must say that the Iron Circle and Imperium scenes made my brain tingle the most.

Idea for a story: WE. NEED. HER. POV. HER EVERY OPINION! GIVE US VIRGINIA'S POV SERIES, PIERCE!

Unpopular opinion: I think she is very underestimated. Just because she is peaceful and/or tries to walk the stiletto so that her successors don't destroy the Republic because she slipped once with a certain issue and they exploited it to hell, doesn't make her harmless. To be peaceful is to be capable of great harm and choose not to inflict it. Otherwise you're just harmless.

Favourite relationship: I obviously love her romance with Darrow, but her bromance with Sevro is the very best. I also like how the twins bond was explored, but also how it's dealt with now. Her relationship with Pax? 🥺🥺🥺 I also can't wait for more friendship with Victra, because I think their opposite personalities are the most intriguing thing. Pierce does like that in his characters, there are plenty of characters built like that.

Favourite headcanon: When she was pregnant and missed Darrow terribly, she allowed herself to be miserable only when she was alone, so she tried to keep busy and often forgot to eat, which wasn't really a problem, because she couldn't keep down much. On one particular hard day - Darrow's (fake) execution - she did not come out of her room at all. She woke up, dizzy and sick and it smelled of garlic and okra blossoms and tomatoes. A highRed help was making pitViper egg soup for the mantainance staff. She talked to her over a bowl of soup and it was a bit awkward at first, but she was a midWife, so it ended up being a heartfelt and helpful discussion. They made a deal - the mantainence staff gets to eat whatever they want, as long as Virginia gets served this soup at every dinner. Her baby seemed to like it a lot.

Thank you for the ask! Howl on!🐺💖

#darrow of lykos #darrow au andromedus #reaper #virginia au augustus #mustang

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