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Bruticus

✦ ── Surprisingly, one of the more nonchalant combiners when not under direct threat. Bruticus is best when combined, as opposed to just the sum of his parts.

✦ ── The only thing he lacks is the gentle parts. The kindness and the steady movements having such a small partner demands. He makes up for it with his sheer desire to prove he can take care of you just as well as his lone components.

✦ ── Not knowing where you are is an easy fix. At least one of his components is an inovator, and now you've always got a bell tied to some part of you. If you try to take it off, it will end up permanently affixed to you.

✦ ── While he may be military smart, Bruticus isn't the brightest bulb. He gets confused easily when you talk to him about anything non-war-related. Cocks his head to the side and gives you that uncertain stare. It's the cutest he'll ever look.

✦ ── Brings you to fights just to put you somewhere safe so you can watch him beat the shit out of the enemies. You might even catch Bruticus glancing back at your spot to make sure you're still watching him.

Defensor

✦ ── The gentlest of all combiners without having to put too much work into it, Defensor is well aware of your fragility and aims to protect you in any way he can. Unfortunately, this means he is the least willing to handle you.

✦ ── Holding you during a fight is out of the question. It isn't so much him he is worried about. It's whatever might be done to him. But when times are calm, he'll grab a blanket and scoop you up with it. Something soft he doesn't have to worry about pinching too tight that holds you gently for him.

✦ ── Being around you is always a moment of self-discovery for the components, who are still getting to know one another. What Defensor does know is that he loves you, as confusing as the urges to both nuzzle his cheek against you or act nonchalant are.

✦ ── A bit embarrassed about his verbal tic, how he doesn't exactly speak to you how his components and others might. Likes when you talk to him, instead. He'll rumble and whirr in response to let you know he's listening.

✦ ── Reassure him, please. He acts all capable and confident, of course. But something in him melts when you urge him to speak, when you compliment his abilities, when you say you love *him* and not just his components.

Devastator

✦ ── Honestly so sweet. He may be destructive, but his components make things. They use their servos and are gentle when needed. So he must be able to as well, right?

✦ ── More hesitant to hold you. Would rather have you somewhere high up where he can sit near you and watch what you're doing. At most, he'll reach a digit out to poke you when you aren't paying enough attention to him.

✦ ── It's difficult to ignore him, though. He has what looks like a permanent pout on his face, and he'd look adorable if he weren't so dangerous. His engines also rumble real loud when he's near you. You're not sure he's noticed.

✦ ── Why are his servos shaking? You're imagining things, sweetspark. Ignore that it's literally jostling you. He isn't nervous about handling you the first time...the first few times...every time. Not at all.

✦ ── It's clear when the big guy has lost track of you because he will completely freeze up. Too scared if he moves a single joint, you might get crushed, or if he steps back, his pede will hit you. That's the only time you see him patient, waiting to hear from you so he knows it's okay to move.

Menasor

✦ ── Extremely intimidating without trying, and it works to his advantage with you. You should be at least a bit scared of him, because that's how he knows you'll be careful around him.

✦ ── Not too scared, though. Enjoys startling you, seeing you jump when he slams a hand near you or growls a little too loudly. But he still desires your love as much as his components. Look at him, talk to him, trust him. He will fight for you.

✦ ── Struggles with words, a lot. He'd be embarrassed if he cared, but it never occurred to him until his components fell for you that he might want to use words. To talk, rather than lash out. Now he hates it.

✦ ── The most rough out of any combiner when handling you, but to Menasor, he's treating you like the most fragile thing in the entire universe. He's running out of patience, but he won't let himself snap when it comes to you. You'll get some bruises, but nothing more.

✦ ── Prefers your company directly as opposed to just with his components, which is why he hates that he mostly comes out for battles. He can't hold you while he's fighting. At least the anger from missing you and his desire to get things over with propel him towards victory.

Superion

✦ ── Total show-off. So many components in him are vying for your attention, and so long as you're looking at him, they've all got it. A lot more humble with his smack talk when you're around, because why talk when he can show?

✦ ── Not as worried as a group of bots should be about hurting you. That's mostly because Superion plans for things. He knows he won't hurt you because he is fully capable of being careful. You are capable, too. You'll let him know if he needs to be gentler.

✦ ── But...perhaps...not that he would ever ADMIT IT. He is terrified of getting lost in his own ego and hurting you because of it. There is always some level of caution behind what he does, evident in how he hesitates before moving when you're with him.

✦ ── He isn't sure why you seem so amused when he talks, but you seem to find his wording funny, and that's good enough for him. Something about dry humour, though you're not sure if it's intentional or not.

✦ ── Superion enjoys spending time with you and will display his displeasure when he doesn't see you for long periods of time. It doesn't seem like being around his components counts. HE wants to talk to you.

Author's Note ── Ignore that 2/3 of the art for Bruticus is actually from Skybound. It isn't my fault that IDW has so few appearances of Bruticus...and Skybound's covers of him are literally perfect.

Thing is, they honestly were going to blow each other’s sparks clean out of their chambers at first. However, having somehow found yourself at home with both teams, and both seeing and very much feeling the affection their combiners had for you, there has become somewhat of an unspoken rule between the rivaling teams. No fighting to the death while you’re around- to avoid you getting hurt- and they get to steal you away from the opposing team periodically. It’s so the big guy gets his time with you, t-that’s all! Totally not because they’ve all become attached..

Every time you find yourself getting comfortable at the Combaticons base.. The Protectobots, more specifically Defensor, steal you back again.

I mean come on, they’re the *Combat*icons, it’s literally in the name! How could they trust your safety to *them* of all Decepticons? They could hurt you! What if Swindle caught wind of those grubby bots who pay a high price for a cute human pet? Absolutely not!

But how could the Combaticons put their faith in a bunch of up tight Autobots either? And put you in danger to be some other Decepticon or Autobots next meal? I mean come on, the Protectobots can’t even keep Blades in order and you expect the Cons to just trust them “cause they’re Autobots”?? Not gonna happen. You’re safe at Combaticons HQ and that’s final.

As much as both sides hate sharing, you seem to enjoy this back and forth. Their very own adorable, troublemaker human gets a sick kick out of them fighting over you. Like to make them sweat it seems. How they ended up in such a situation, none of them know. But they’ll be damned if something bad happens to you.

Oddly enough, there is some solace in knowing exactly who has taken you from them. They know where you are, and that you’ll be safe at the very least. As much as both sides should be more angry, they can’t help but be a little glad to have found such an outlet for all the stress of the war. You never exactly return injured either, so that helps.

Part of sharing means dealing with the opposing combiners scent all over you upon your return, and Bruticus absolutely hates that. Can’t stand the idea of those pesky Autobots or that tin can Defensor cuddling up to you, stealing your warmth. Despite his violent nature, he’s gentle with you. Tries to be anyway. Especially when smushing his faceplate against your form as you’re sat in his servos, rubbing his scent on you not entirely unlike a big metal cat. Gentle as he may try to be, he’s still massive, so it takes some getting used to- said metal isn’t exactly soft. Got pinched more than once by his plating. Yeesh. He seems to enjoy it when you taunt him about Defensors scent all over you though, even if you personally can’t tell at all. Knowing he’ll just snatch you up and replace it with his makes it too fun not to. Tease him too much and he might just give in to his component Vortex’s desires to bite you.

And bite you he has. Although, one of the many things he adores about you is your lack of fear towards him and his Cons. He’s massive, so are they, and yet you still sass them and put them in their place? That’s hot. You threaten to smack him cause he pissed you off? Do it. He’s not even hiding how much he wants that. Is that his Vortex component again? Could be Brawl, he doesn’t care.

As sweet to you as he is, Bruticus still likes to watch you squirm. He’s certainly not above licking you, glossa swiping from your thigh to cheek, just to see you huff in frustration. Complaining and growling at him. Likes you happy of course, but he likes you mad too.

He enjoys flustering you if he can, although he struggles to know exactly what to do. Not like he’s super experienced with this, ya know? It’s not as simple as breaking stuff and punching bots. Every time you have a cute reaction to his flirting attempts, he has to manually silence his Swindle component, who seems to think you’re too precious not to make a profit with. Immediately filling him with a greed that could rival the Bible, but he’s more interested in your attention than shanix.

One thing Bruticus doesn’t really understand are the silly nicknames you give him and the cons, but he still enjoys them. Can feel a part of his spark practically melt when you call him yours. Can get pretty possessive after that though.. In fact, they all do. Sorry, but it seems you’re gonna have to call in to work tomorrow..

Your rowdy nature coupled with your crude humor were also major selling points for him. You mean you can joke around with his Cons and keep up with their energy? How much energy do humans have?? Don’t care, that’s dope. Blast-Off has more than once been left a sputtering mess of metal and wires after receiving one of your witty retorts or flirty passes.

As if they needed more reasons to want you all for themselves, you’ve won over the big guy with your lack of judgment towards his mental fortitude. Bruticus is a bit dimwitted, to say the least, but you never treat him as such. He’s not just a mindless killing machine to you, even if he does enjoy it anyhow. Showering him in compliments and praise, like his own person and not just a gestalt. Others treat his components like people, but not him. It’s a surprising but not unwelcome change of pace.

At the same time, he appreciates how you care about each part of him. Literally. His components. You put up with their antics and seem to have fun doing so. The Combaticons are more than well aware their personal affections for you have played a role in only amplifying his. How could they not though? Yeah they’re super difficult, and more importantly dangerous, but you stick around. Even if they do have to keep planning elaborate escapes to get you back from the Bots. Not that Onslaught minds creating new tactics, of course.

But sometimes those tactics fall through, allowing Defensor to come crash the party and “save” you. Much to the Protectobots surprise as mentioned before, you never return to them injured. Always slightly on edge due to the level of violence they’ve experienced from the cons. Don’t really want to think about what it means for you to be so heavily favored, desired even, by such a group of bad bots, so they shove their worries under the rug for now.

They should probably be far more worried than they are, but it’s hard to stay that way when you immediately relax into Defensors servo- wait, are you napping?? You’re not even back at base yet!

None of them can really get enough of you relaxing into their touch like that, or nuzzling your cheek against Defensors faceplate. If he could turn bluer, he would. His components though? Oh they certainly do. Blushing like crazy, minus Hot Spot whose face remains unseen, every time you give them affection. It makes you laugh how simple they can be at times. Century old legendary warriors getting flustered by a human? Ha! Why wouldn’t you tease them a little?

Defensor is especially partial to your laugh and smiling face. He likes to be the cause, but will except it being one of his parts instead. Just not that piece of scrap, Bruticus. You never fail to include him, always mentioning him as part of the team. He’s not just their gestalt, he’s a full member with his own autonomy. The big bot really struggles to feel that way for a while, even causing him to slip up in battle a few times. But your praise and encouragement get him back in the game, reminding him of his place in your heart and on the team.

Although it is a bit stressful to have to nab you back from the Cons, it’s nice to just- not have to fight all the time. Gives them something else to do. Again, they never quite feel comfortable with this arrangement or your safety being in their rivals hands. Defensors First Aid component always fretting and checking you over in his servos the second he can. The medic worries about your health in this situation, what if you become too stressed out? That’s horrible for humans! How would he even fix that? Can’t exactly just waltz into the Combaticons base and demand they stop. He’s not super keen on getting tackled by Brawl immediately either.

It’s hard for Defensor to balance out his worry for you with his desire to kick that rust bucket Bruticus’ aft though, and everyone blames his Blades side for that. Ever the feisty one, isn’t he? The helicopter is always pulling Defensor to be less forward with his affections for you, ever the withdrawn, brooding bad boy of the group. Groove is probably having one hell of a time fighting Blades on that one, desperate to drink in every second of your affection.

Defensor is pretty glad to have someone like Groove around, and Streetwise too. Those two allow him to, sometimes at least, flirt with you in a reasonable way. Ya know, for a several million year old bot who’s intensely trying to understand human courting rituals. He wouldn’t be near as suave without them guiding him. Although suave is.. one way to put it. He’ll keep at it though. You’re just so cute when you get flustered or feel confident because of his comments. As you should, you deserve it! They simply adore any reaction you have.

You make Defensor, and frankly all the Bots, feel like they belong on Earth, with humans. The very thing he’s come to love so much. Thinks of himself as one of you, he’s a bit slow on the uptake that he isn’t quite the same. Knows he’s different but the nature of combiners means he struggles with.. well, thinking. Regardless, you’re always so sweet to him. Patient and understanding, you explain your own culture and listen to theirs. His normally fearless Rook component even melts at your kind nature. And why wouldn’t he? Why wouldn’t any of them?

Suppose it can’t be helped. Someone like you is bound to win over the sparks of any bot they meet. As such, both teams will just have to keep taking you back until one side concedes. Ooorr maybe they’ll keep it up for fun. For you. Who knows what this weird situation holds, hm?

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Note: Combiners man.. these damn combiners… hnng-

Anyway, felt like this one ended abruptly, but oh well. I’m not necessarily unhappy with it, just an observation:p

You'd been in the basement when it happened.

On your hands and knees, half-way under the haggard ol' pool table that'd come with the house, blindly pawing around for a dryer ball that'd escaped your grip and rolled between loose cardboard boxes. Absently acknowledging the warbled fritz buzzing through the busted radio somewhere across the room, an actual word or two blurted above the static every now and then: 'something, something, "Decepticons-!" something, something, "-Iant robot lizar-!"

You recoiled your hand when it caught on a cobweb, swatting it away and venturing further beneath the table.

"-sor thrown into the-" This'd be a lot easier with a flashlight. "-soaring eastbound-!"

Your fingertips brushed along something round and fuzzy, "Ah-ha!"

The earth trembles, a cacophony of crash-smashing obliterating wood and glass alike; you were momentarily airborne, your back colliding with the bottom of the table, the underside brace bruising your spine before gravity slammed you face-flat onto cold pavement; foundations crumpling, wreckage crashing down to pulverize your basement furnishings. An excruciating pain blazing up the length of your left leg. The tumbling of something titanic tapering into the distance.

You lay motionless, but not unconscious.

You wish you'd been knocked unconscious.

The quakes return shortly after, though with a pattern unlike the tumbling; you can only sob hoarsely through a mouth full of blood as the tremors disturb the wooden beam crushing down on your calf. "Civilians: Respond!" A booming voice calls, its echo undertoned with a layer of synth. Rubble is hastily thrown about, "Respond!" the voice sounding just as frightened and desperate as you feel.

You gurgle around a tongue that feels too big between your teeth, sucking in wet, ragged breaths between cries, chest heaving. The sifting ceases for a moment, your muffled weeping heard, then picking up again just as fast. A chill rushing along your arms as the table is lifted from above, exposed to open air. It hurts, but you slide your head to the side until your cheek rests on the floor, looking through unfocused eyes up at the blurry shape of the gigantic mechanoid hovering above you. "Civilian: Remain calm, you are safe," its volume lowered for the sake of your sensitive ears "Defensor: Objective: Rescue. Forewarning, obstruction removal, pain imminent."

Pressure is eased off from your leg, yet a scream burbles up and out of your throat, nerves re-flamed with heightened pain.

Defensor flinches, his professionalism as an emergency responder shaken by the fact that he'd been the (unintentional) cause of your battered state.

He sends out a ping and sets the beam aside to assess your injuries, reaching out and gently maneuvering you onto your side to prevent you from choking on your own blood, careful not to jostle you more than necessary until he's aware of all your wounds. "Civilian: Emergency services have been contacted, though it will be some time before any will be dispatched to these coordinates as, Location: Central City, is actively under siege. Alternatively, I would like to provide you with aid and transportation to the nearest hospital, this service is free of charge, Inquiry: Do you consent?"   You're still rattled, and your skull throbs, so it takes a moment to digest everything he'd just said, but you nod in confirmation.

He quickly sets to work making you comfortable. Pulling an assortment of supplies (that look far too tiny between his fingers) from some compartment in his left arm and setting them on the ground. First, coaxing you to lift your head and sliding a thick blue quilt beneath it, then offering you an icepack with a gauze pad and instructing you to hold both to your busted nose. He warns you before touching your leg, talking you through the process and keeping you mentally engaged as he dresses and braces the broken limb with more precision than someone a hundredth your size should be able to.

"Inquiry: Are you experiencing pain anywhere other than the locations already addressed?"

He waits patiently while you steady a breath, having calmed a considerable amount in the past few minutes or so thanks to his kind demeanor, "M-my back, I hit it on the table." you gesture lamely towards the area.

He nods, "Request: Lift your auxiliary armor."

"...what?"

You both pause a moment, staring at each other. When he speaks next, it's at a slightly lessened pace, "Correction: Request: Lift your auxiliary armor, please-?"

It clicks.

"Oh- my shirt!" still very much in pain, you find it within yourself to be flustered as you peer up this- admittedly, handsome and polite giant who'd just asked you to lift your shirt; aware he'd just meant so he could document and alleviate your pain, but still. You bent an arm to hike the shirt up until the origin of the ache in your back was fully exposed.

He slights his head, noting the discoloration spreading from your lower to mid back, "You are able to manipulate your limbs without trouble?" he asks, affirming actions he'd already witnessed such as the movement of your arms and independent adjustment of leg position.

"Yes."

You're handed another icepack, "Acknowledgment: I lack the ability to handle and distribute sensor dampening medications at this current moment, my apologies, I understand you are in pain."

Awkwardly holding icepacks to both your face and spine, you try to smile, "It's uh..? It's okay-?" you aren't 100% sure what he means by 'sensor dampening' but you get the gist, "It's nice to uh, be all in one piece and not, all squished- at least.." even if your face felt like someone'd grabbed the back of your head and smashed it into the curb; at least you'd lived to tell the tale by the end of the day.

He nods in agreement, a solemn look etching his features as he spares a glance to the remnants of your home, "I am sorry the same cannot be said for your residence."

"Yeah.." you take in the rubble surrounding you, having had to peer up at him from what's left of your kitchen floor: which hung at the ceiling edges of what use to be your basement. "I don't know if my insurance covers.. um," your gaze flits back to him, "whatever just happened, but you seem- nice, and I'm sure you didn't mean to uh,, destroy my house, right-?"

"Negative," he states with gentle firmness, "Defensor: Occupation: Rescue and protect humankind."

It wasn't as hard to smile this time around, though it probably came off more as a grimace than anything adjacent "Tell ya' what, Defensor, you help me with the claim and get me some hospital grade painkillers, and we can call it water under the bridge." finding a place to stay in the aftermath of all this was either going to be hell on your wallet or hell on your already bruised back, but you'd have to handle that crisis when it came for you. For now, you could relish in the look of confusion that crosses Defensor's face as he parses your idiom.

He ultimately assents to your proposal, leaning down as he had when he'd treated your leg, "Intent: I will be moving you now, please remain still."

You put on a brave face as he carefully cups your body between his palms and slowly lifts, adjusting to elevate both your leg and head.

"Are you comfortable?"

You shuffle the quilt to serve as a barrier between his unyielding metal and your neck and spine, icepacks moved about, not exactly comfortable but not unbearably uncomfortable either. "Comfortable enough," you assure, "and ready to go." He nods and sets a calculated stride, wanting to get you administered into a medical facility as soon as possible so long as it wasn't at the cost of further avoidable injury.

... "..So.. what happened?"

He briefly tilts his head to acknowledge you from the bottom of his visor, looking back up to watch his steps shortly after, "I was directing civilians towards safety when, Designation: Trypticon, engaged me in combat. I was lifted and thrown approximately 72.42048 kilometers, colliding with your residence."  

"Woah.. that must've hurt."

Once more, he only nods. His face stoic, though now that you're paying attention, you can gauge the uneven, one-step-two-step, limp in his walk, and how he subtly shifts his right shoulder every odd couple of moments. Bits of dirt and- house- sticking from between grooves and seams. You reach out and pat at his palm, trying to soothe as much comfort as you possibly could into the meager touch.

He doesn't look down, but a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

The rest of the trip is spent in amiable silence, and by the end of it, just before you're wheeled away by hospital staff, you're beyond delighted to exchange contact details.

For insurance purposes, of course.

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