HAPPY V-DAY
Title: Jingle, Jingle, Jingle
Rating: Pg-13
Characters: Ratchet/Twins, mentions of others
Verse: G1
Warnings: Perverted robots, but that’s nothing new.
Disclaimer: Kjdhfrbikeknakjnrkn! *Me throwing a fit over the fact, I OWN NOTHING*
Notes: Where the hell have I been! Seriously, was I eaten by a black hole or something?
*Jingle, jingle, jingle*
Accessories were actually very common in the Cybertronian culture, much like how a human femme would wear jewelry, the shinier the better, the better, the more optic catching, the more optic catching, the greater chance you had of getting laid.
Mirage had a few trinkets from his Tower days and occasionally wore them on special events, Tracks even had some he would boost about and it wasn’t unusual to see at least one of the Praxians following something ’shiny’.
It was the best way that a certain saboteur had discovered was to get his mate out of his office.
So it was safe to say accessories were popular amongst them if one wanted to get the attention of another, in saying this, the current ornament that had decided to grace a certain medic was indeed very attention grabbing.
*Jingle, jingle, jingle*
“That is just so cruel…”
Said statement was agreed upon by the others as a group of them sat at a corner table and indulging in some highgrade that was being passed out at the Valentines party, another way to get a bot in your berth, spreading the love to all.
Sideswipe let his helm fall to the table with a pitiful whine, his brother just patting his back in comfort as his own optics followed the red aft around the room, stopping to glance down at his twin who made another sound as though he was dying.
Beside them Trailbreaker let out a low laugh at their misfortune, sure even he had to admit it was an enjoyable sight but unlike the two, he had an outlet for his…frustrations…in the forms of a certain tracker and spy, “You’re not dying, Sides.”
Another loud groan and the red Lambo barely lifted his helm to glare at the mech, “Go jump off a building and die,” he then went back to drown in his misery.
*Jingle, jingle, jingle*
Sunstreaker let out a growl as a mini walked by and gave the healer a whistle, usually this would cause an angry response but with the high grade and no work, the mech just laughed and gave his aft a shake in a playful matter.
*Jingle, jingle, jingle*
They had to admit…it was a genius use of a discarded use of a decoration from one of the treat boxes, the sparkly ribbon bow that was usually found on Valentine’s gifts was now placed above the cherry colored aft, two silver heart shaped bells hung from it and would ring out in mockery of what they couldn’t touch.
The jingling was like laughter of the cruel gods that had decided to bring out the CMO’s playful side to punish them all with unintended need.
*Jingle, jingle, jingle*
“That aft is mine.”
All of them at the table seemed to turn to stare at the yellow mech, even his brother turned to look at him with hopeful optics as stood up, one way or another…that bow was coming off.
His servo reached out as he got closer, the bells chiming away…he could almost feel it in the palm of his servo…only to yelp and jump back when Ratchet turned around to smack him away with a wrench, “No touchie, Sunshine.”
At the table there was a low groan amongst them all, none as loud as Sideswipes, it wasn’t fair…they had given the ambulance all kinds of gifts early today…from roses…to energon sweets…they didn’t even beat up the minis today! Pit even Sunflower was being on the happy side of things but no, their unrequited love remained just as that…unrequited…
He let his helm fall to the table again…maybe Jazz was wrong…maybe Ratch didn’t have feelings for them like the spy said that he did…
He ignored the nudge to his side, shooing the other away to drown himself in his own misery…only to be slapped against his helm.
“The pit!”, suddenly jerking up, he found himself growling at his own brother…who was just standing there with a smirk on his face, “what?”
The golden frontliner just tilted his helm toward the doors…where Ratchet was standing at, one optic ridge lifted as he seemed to be waiting for them, “He just wanted to confirm somethings before giving us his gift.”
“Confirm?”
There was a shift in standing mech’s posture before he answered him over their shared bond, ’He wasn’t sure if we were just playing with him or not…’
‘And?’
‘Told him how I felt, did you seriously just miss me making out with him?’
“Wait, what?”, he couldn’t help but say that part outloud as his twin rolled his optics before slapping him on the back of the helm again.
“Come on bit-brain,” he jerked his helm back to the door with his smirk growing into a lecherous grin, “Ratch said he had some sweets for us to devour.”
Sideswipe glance back at the medic, who promptly turned and gave his aft another shake.
*Jingle, jingle, jingle*
And with that, he left as the other two practically flew out of the room behind him.
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HAPPY VALINTINES DAY YOU PERVERTS! XD!! Hope you enjoyed it!
*Bows politely* Till we meet again!