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Knocked Out (1/?)

Guess who got in her head about writing dialogue heavy fics, so she took a break by diving head first into the plot idea with language barriers?

Surprise, it’s me.

Consider this my attempt at a barbarian au. Not as worldbuilding heavy as a lot, since it’s much more fluff and getting to know each other and also being surrounded by your nosy friends kind of content, haha.

Shout out to @meridianbarony for the title. Cheesy but fitting haha.

Title: Knocked Out

Series: Transformers: Prime with the constructicons shoved right in there, and just a sprinkle of ideas pulled from tfidw

Pairing/Characters: Breakdown/Knockout, joined by Bulkhead and the Constructicons

Warnings: Robot injuries (nothing super gory), sexual jokes, language barriers, and fluff. Oh the fluff.

Fic Summary:

And so there Breakdown found himself, with an injured barbarian in his arms who turned those dazzling crimson optics towards him, and for a split second Breakdown felt as if it was his knees that were injured because boy did they feel weak.

Barbarian AU where the citymech unwittingly does the kidnapping.

Chapter Summary:

“Me? A kidnapped mate? Have you even seen me? It’d take a whole tribe of them to even carry me! Two if they decided to go for Bulk here!”

|Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|


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anonymous asked:

*Somehow a Anon pops in with a struggling petro-rabbit* Hey Starscream, lookit what I caught! Think Phoenix would-- OH MY GOD WHAT *yells and drops the petro-rabbit, the Anon poofing away and leaving the animal to fend for itself.*

He swipes at the anon, but it’s gone. But it left its petro-rabbit, slaggit! He’s never going to be able to hit the tiny thing, so he roars at it, sending it scampering for cover. Out of sight, out of mind.

Except he can smell it. He’s going to live outside…..

open;;

Prisma was new here.

This was nothing like the flier had expected. Her wings twitched as she curiously looked around. Going along with the tour wasn’t her thing; she preferred to explore by herself, taking in the scenery on her own. In her processor, a 3D map of the ship was forming, detailed and easy to navigate. Except for clearly crew-only locations, she intended to have this entire ship mapped out in her mind, in case there was ever any need for it.

And there always was. At some point, her knowledge would be important. 

Besides, scoping out the area on her own gave her time to absorb it all without background noise. 

Walking through the halls she looked around, raptor-like optics taking in all new information. She paid no mind to others. They weren’t important. For now anyway. She’d meet everyone later, if she felt the energy to do so. 

Until she bumped into someone. Whoops. She should’ve been paying more attention, slaggit. 

“Sorry!” she stumbled, chuckling. “I didn’t mean to do that.”