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"Sent back in time to do it differently this time" au where Rung finds himself back to when he was first boarding the Lost Light, but this time he Remembers the events of the first loop and the fact that he's Primus from the start where the rest don't🤔
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So Tyrest is dead, but that doesn’t mean the position of Chief Justice is empty!
maybe, if we had big alien robots, it would be easier to defeat pain
I need Rung obliterated from all angles, getting backshots freaky style like the good boy he is.
Breeded, even.
Quite sad there isn't enough Rung focused smut fanfics (or fanfics in general).
Even more the coolest (Megarung) rarepair ever.
Someone give them 10000 fanfics, please.
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man people need to do more freaky body horror gore porn with rung. i watched him get shot in the head and sighed fondly. i would like to touch his internals in a way that constitutes a crime against medical ethics.
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RUNG WHAT THE FUCK
Posting this chunk of fic that's been sitting in my drafts. I forgot where I was going with it, so have some fluffy RungBeat (with tiny mentions of RungSkids)
Nightbeat's systems hum softly as he watched the sleeping, former, psychologist next to him. Carefully running a digit or two along the length of his side. He knows he should head back to his own habsuite soon, but wants to be a little greedy with the time he has with his little lover. Though, that term may be a bit of a stretch in Rung's perspective.
Nightbeat was able to figure out, quite early on, that he wasn't the only one to be visiting Rung in the night. Noticing little love marks that weren't his. He doesn't have any intentions of bringing it up, though. Primarily because he already figured out who Rung's second paramour is, and spoke to him directly. Skids had been surprised by the approach, but not upset. The two of them agreeing that they don't mind sharing.
"What are you thinking about?" Rung's sleepy voice interrupts, making Nightbeat realize he'd even zoned out at all. The mech looking up at his two toned partner, greeting him with a soft smile that melts Nightbeat. The detective leaning down some to let their helms meet, moving in a gentle motion to nuzzle him.
"just you" he lies, stealing a small kiss as he pulls Rung closer and rolls on his back, Rung now laying on top of him as the kiss breaks. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
Rung laughs, that soft perfect laugh, his chin laying to rest on Nightbeat's chest. (Something a bit more difficult to do with Skids that Nightbeat was admittedly quite smug about.) "No, not at all. I've still just got my chronometer set to wake me up for patients."
Nightbeat clicks his tongue and shakes his helm. "That just won't do" He says, cupping Rung's helm, running a digit along the edge of his faceplate. "A retired mech like you deserves to sleep in."
Rung leans into the touch, optics closing for a moment with a hum. "Not so sure I can go back to sleep." He says mischievously, or as mischievously as a mech like Rung can manage. "Perhaps if you stay, though.."
"c'mere." Nightbeat snickers, pulling Rung to meet his lips again. "You think I need an excuse to stay?"
"hm, not really. But no harm in making sure"
The two roll back into their sides, Nightbeat pulling Rung against him, the smaller mechs helm tucking close to his neck junction. His servo resuming its earlier motions, gliding along his side, he can feel Rung relaxing under his touch.
