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TFP: Memory LockTFP: Memory Lock by *Succubii
Memory Lock
Ratchet / Optimus
Warning: fluff, more fluff, and gay robots
Written for Jee!
There was always too much to do, but I didn't let Optimus lull me into complacency with that fact. I hadn't run a personal routine diagnostic on him since shortly after we'd landed on Earth, and it was long past time to clear that off my endless checklist. Like the other Autobots, our Prime was apprehensive when ordered to my med bay, but he relaxed after I explained my intentions. I sat him next to my console so I could continue calibrations while keeping half a processor on him as well.
We were both mildly uncomfortable at being plugged into each oth
TFP: Fateful EncounterTFP: Fateful Encounter by *Succubii
Fateful Encounter
Orion/Optimus x Ratchet
fluffy fluff fluff
(Please see author notes below)
Orion started when the doors whirred open, admitting a frightfully stern-looking mech. He'd unlocked the archives barely a klik ago; patrons rarely visited so early.
He wasn't even supposed to be down here, as his duties kept him busy on the upper levels, but he easily remembered the unique thrill of guiding patrons through the huge collection of data. His work could wait just a bit longer.
"Hello," he said warmly, optics widening as the mech stormed past. "...Hello?"
"Yes, thank you," the mech said absently before turning to dive down a row of sh
TFP: A Mutual Meeting of IntakesTFP: A Mutual Meeting of Intakes by *Succubii
A Mutual Meeting of Intakes
Ratchet/Optimus
For my darling Gemi; from her headcanon that the Autobots pick up foreign habits such as kissing from humans.
"Hey... Ratchet?"
I tilted an audial toward Arcee, keeping my optics on my console. "Yessss?"
"How much do you know about human customs?"
I snorted, my fingers pausing over the screen. "Little more than you do. In fact, judging from how often you interact with the children, you're more knowledgeable in that subject than I."
"Hmm."
Silence. Curiosity gnawed at my processor, a fact that Arcee was well aware of and using to her full advantage. Finally after a few kliks I sighed and turned
Anger 
Sta.sh
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