#tfa lugwing

“Lugnut, liebe, wake up…” Blitzwing cups the bigger bot’s face with one servo, you can feel a servo against your faceplates, too. You open your optics and Blitzwing whispers to you, “Good morning mein liebe.” Lugnut grumbles and opens his optic, wrapping his arms around the triple changer and effectively immobilizing Blitzwing. “There is energon on the table for you, Y/n. I will try to wake him up a bit more. Go refuel liebe.”

“Thank you Blitzwing.” You clamber up to Lugnut’s lap, nudging your way through his arms to kiss the tan and purple bot on the cheek. He smiles and makes a playful ‘shoo’ motion with his servo.

You laugh and get off the berth, sleepily walking out of the room towards the kitchen. There are two plates full of energon and other treats on the table.

You sit down, contemplating if you should wait for your boyfriends. You hear a ‘thunk’ sound and a loud groan, it makes you laugh and picture a half asleep Lugnut blanketing a very frustrated Hothead.

You pick up the utensil, cutting into the stacked and flat oil cakes, some of the energon syrup sticks to the fork. Some of the, what looks to be crushed up rust sticks, or sprinkles fall off of the bite, but you don’t care. The oil cake is savoy, contrasting the sweet syrup. You hum, happy to finally be fueling up.

“Good morning love!” Random prances to the other side of the table with Lugnut behind him, holding servos and dragging him down onto a chair. “It was a little difficult but I got him up.”

“Sure you did.” Lugnut mumbles, making you giggle. Blitzwing sits, fidgeting in the seat.

“Enjoying your fuel?” You nod, taking another bite. Blitzwing’s faceplates spin to display Icy, he looks a bit concerned. “Anything sore?” You shake your helm no. “That’s good.”