Hey everyone! So, I made these drabbles of gift fics for my friends here on because I wanted to do something sweet for them, since they've been so good to me.
A/N: This one is for UltraMagnusFanGirl, who is just really awesome and I wish she could come see me from England to cuddle and talk about TFs all day.
Diclaimer: DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!
Pairing: :Ultra Magnus/Optimus Prime (Transformers Prime)
Summary:Miko decides to "help" Magnus get into the Christmas spirit—with a little help from Mistletoe! (For UltraMagnusFanGirl)
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Have a Holly Jolly Christmas!
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Magnus sighed as he woke up with his internal chronometer going. He muttered and grumbled before he sat up and moved his shoulders and stretched, mumbling and sighing softly to himself as he mentally reviewed the reports he had filed and made last night from the battle with Predaking. He exited his quarters, picking up his stack of data-pads, humming softly as he moved forwards.
When he opened the door with his optics occupied, entering the hallway and headed for the rec. room to deliver his reports to Prime.
"Hey Magnus!"
He lifted his helm, only to have his vision temporarily disabled by something hitting him in the face plates and sending him stumbling backwards. He used the wall to keep himself standing, before he wiped the cold, semi-solid substance from his optics, and he glared ahead at whoever had thrown it at him.
Wheeljack smirked, as he stood there, with a white ball in his servo and a small pile beside his pedes. It was then Magnus noticed the change in temperature and that there was a space bridge wide open with specks of white flowing out of it.
The rec. room was covered in small piles of the white, cold substance.
The children were dressed in denser clothing and scarves with strange fabric things on their heads, as the used the railings to hold themselves steady.
"Ooooh! Nice hit Wheeljack!" the native life-form female crowed, laughing.
Magnus shook his helm around a moment, causing the rest of the substance to come off.
"Care to explain to me, why you thought it fit to assault your commanding officer, Wheeljack?" he demanded still standing stoic, although his optics ridges were scrunched slightly in disgruntlement.
"Aaah, c'mon Magnus, it was just a snowball!" Wheeljack chuckled, tossing the current on back and forth between his hands.
Miko hoped over the railing and onto Wheeljack's shoulder, "Yeah, we were having a snowball fight when you walked in."
"Snow…..ball…what?" Magnus raised an optic ridge.
"It's when you take snow…" Wheeljack held some of the white substance from a small pile beside him, "and role it up to become a snowball. It's fun! No one gets hurt and…"
"You nearly blinded me," Magnus interrupted.
"It comes off too sir, and it hasn't caused any fatalities," Wheeljack retorted.
Ultra Magnus crossed his arms over his chest, "Hmmmm….and…why exactly have you decided to bring it into the base?"
Jack looked to Raf who gulped before the both turned and walked down the stairs to stay out of the line of fire.
Miko spoke up, "Because Christmas Eve is tomorrow and if we bring in more snow by then, we'll have enough for Christmas Day!"
Before Ultra Magnus could even ask what this "Christmas was", Arcee came running through the space bridge.
The femme was grinning, "Hey! We brought more!"
"More what?"
The femme froze, before she turned to her commanding officer. She immediately straightened up to salute. Or at least she tried to, as some of the snow, that melted was now frozen do to change in temperature, making the snow slick. Bulkhead came tromping in with a large amount of snow in his arms.
"Hey Cee, where am I goin'…?"
"Bulkhead, watch for the-!"
"WHAAAAA!"
He went sliding, the snow going up in flurries as he went smashing into Ultra Magnus almost knocking the air from the commander's vents as they both slammed into a wall. Magnus promptly, but gently pushed Bulkhead off of him, before he stood up and helped his soldier up.
"Uh oh…" Raf stated, as Magnus turned to glare at the crew.
Bumblebee came running in, with Ratchet and Smokescreen beside him, buzzing to know what had happened.
"What in the Well…?" Ratchet murmured, staring in awe at snow with a raised optic ridge.
Smokescreen's jaw dropped, before he grinned, "Oh cool! So this is what snow is, huh?"
Magnus looked at the crew with disapproval, trying to keep his body from shaking, "I want this substance removed as soon as possible and if I see even a small SPECK of it by sundown today, you're all going to clean up the washracks until they sparkle and shine! AND you better make up and double your patrols for tomorrow!"
There were groans from everyone, save for Ratchet, until Magnus gave them another critical glower. The immediately turned off the space bridge and started scrambling to get work done. Ultra Magnus nodded with a huff, before he turned and walked out.
"Well, someone's not in the holiday spirit," Miko mumbled as she hoped down and went to change the thermostat so the snow would melt and drain out as they opened the garage doors.
"Eh," Bulkhead mumbled, as he grabbed the mop and bucket, "Magnus might be a little stiff, but he's not so bad from what I've been told."
Wheeljack huffed, as he picked up all the snowballs and threw them out the door, "You didn't serve with him on the Wrecker's. He's a gearstick in the energon, Bulk. I wouldn't be shocked if he never smiled a day in his existence," He huffed as he watched the snowballs cause a bit of steam as they melted on the hot tar pavement.
Smokescreen chuckled, as he moved the snow, "Maybe he's just grumpy 'cause he's not getting any?"
Arcee and Bee couldn't help but snort at the comment. Wheeljack cackled as he fell back with Miko giggling from his shoulder. Jack simply shook he had, while rubbing the bridge of his nose and mumbling while Raf simply turned to his laptop, pretending he hadn't heard that.
Ratchet and Bulkhead looked at the laughing ones with disapproval.
"Sorry, just imagining anyone with Magnus…!" Wheeljack snorted, while snickering and rubbing at his optics, as tears of laughter formed.
Bulkhead rolled his optics and shook his helm.
Arcee chuckled, as she moved more snow out to melt, "Maybe if we had mistletoe hanging off him it might loosen him up if he got a few kisses…."
"Mistletoe?" Smokescreen stared at her.
Bumblebee buzzed and nodded, as he explained the strange plant called Mistletoe that was a part of the gift-giving human holiday Christmas. If a person had it near it, beneath it, wearing it or between them, the two people had to kiss.
Miko became suddenly quiet, her eyes wide as an idea popped into her head. She climbed off Wheeljack and went to a box of decorations she, Jack and Raf had brought to decorate the base later for the upcoming holiday. She began to dig through for the plant, still smirking mischievously. It might have just been a fake plant so it could be a reusable decoration, but it was enough.
As she thought over her idea, the more she began to smirk as she put it into her pocket. Arcee was showing the other bots pictures of the mistletoe so they had an idea of what it looked like. Miko mentally giggled. Magnus would have one heck of a day tomorrow….
"Hey, had anyone seen Optimus?" Bulkhead murmured.
Ratchet snorted, "He's out scouting again for anymore Predacons bones or Decepticons activity, whichever one is more important," he tapped at the console, the image of mistletoe disappearing, "you best all get back to work."
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That night, as the bots were snug in their quarters recharging, blissfully unaware that a certain sneaky human who should have been in bed was tiptoeing down the hallways to one of their quarters: The Commander's.
Miko slowly pulled the garage hatch open and snuck under. She silently walked towards the recharging mech on the floor, using a rolled up tarmac as a pillow and simply laying down on his back, back straightened and his face plates still holing a slight scowl.
Even while sleeping, he seemed stiff and stoic.
Miko worked quickly, taking out the mistletoe and a soft string of strong rope, looping the fake plant on the rope.
She smiled, and hid her quiet snicker. When Magnus went out for his daily morning routine, he would be in for quite the day…
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Magnus woke up as he usually did.
He yawned, and stretched, as he stood up, hearing a small crack as he stretched his spinal array.
"Primus, this job is putting a strain on my systems…" he sighed, as he stood up.
He made a quick check to make sure the data-pad reports he had made yesterday were good to go. He hummed to himself, before he turned and looked at his poor excuse of a berth. He comm. linked Ratchet.
::Yes, yes, what is it?::
Magnus managed a small smirk, ::Ratchet, this is Magnus. Has Optimus returned yet?::
He heard a deep, tired sigh, ::Fragger came in late last night and left early this morning. I'm sorry Magnus…::
::Oh. That's all right. As long as he got some recharge….:: he barely kept the sadness out of his voice, but he knew his old friend could sense it. His spark gave a cringe, but he ignored it. Now was not the time to be dwelling on personal matters, ::I shall be in the rec. room in a few minutes for your reports on the Synthetic Energon.::
::…Yes sir,:: Ratchet sighed, before the comm. was disconnected.
Magnus took in a deep intake, before straightening himself out and leaving his quarters. He headed for the rec. room. He went over the reports in his servos again, this time he just stood there at the pathway.
He looked at the report to make sure everything was accounted for, not hearing the footsteps behind him. Nor did he hear them stop, but it felt like there was a shadow cast over him. He chose to ignore it in favor of getting this right.
Bad idea.
"Aaaw, gee Magnus, if you wanted a kiss, you should have said something!"
Magnus stiffened, before he turned to whoever had JUST said that, about to demand to know where he had gotten THAT notion, when he found Bulkhead leaning down and kissing the crest on his helm.
He stood there for a long, long moment with no words coming from his mouth. Bulkhead patted his shoulder with a warm chuckled before walking past him, humming.
Magnus then shook his helm before he looked at Bulkhead in bewilderment. Where had THAT come from?! He was about to order him back, when he heard another pair of footsteps. He turned and saw Bumblebee and Smokescreen.
The two young mechs froze and stared at him for a moment.
Bumblebee tilted his helm at his commander, before he gave a happy whirr to Smokescreen. The mech grinned and chuckled, before they both went over.
"Smokescreen, Bumblebee, good to see you two up early for our patrol…" Magnus stated.
He suddenly heard another chirr, causing him to look up. He yelped when Bumblebee suddenly rubbed his forehead against Magnus', purring softly and happily. He stared at the young scout in shock as he pulled away with another purr. The when he pulled back, Smokescreen took his place and kissed his cheek.
Magnus stared after the two of them.
"See you later Magnus!" Smokescreen yelled, rather giddy as he and Bumblebee went to log in their patrol roots, while giggling.
Ultra Magnus glowered, as he wiped a bit of oral lubricant from his cheek giving a shudder while blushing in embarrassment.
"Primus in the well, really?!"
Magnus froze, before he turned to the small blue femme ho had just walked out of the med bay. She looked displeased as she stood there, her arms crossed and her optics narrowed. Ultra Magnus raised an optics ridge at her. She looked annoyed and in disbelief. She huffed, before she walked over to him.
He took a step back before he stilled.
He was the commander. She didn't scare him. He looked down at her, while regaining his stoicism, when she grabbed his large servo in her two smaller ones and kissed his knuckles and his digits, before nodding and walking off.
Magnus' optic twitched, before he looked around to make sure none of the others were coming towards him before he made a bee line for the med. bay. He slammed the door closed and looked back and forth to make sure no one else but Ratchet was here.
"Ratchet!" he yelled, hyperventilating.
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Optimus flew over the base, searching to land. So far he's found nothing out of the ordinary, but that only caused him worry more about two things on his mind: what the Decepticons were up to…and how Magnus was doing coping.
He didn't want his commanding officer….and….his bond-mate to become secluded.
Then again, he wasn't exactly doing much to help. Well, today he would return early and take a break and since Ratchet had explained it could put a tax on his systems, he would take his advice and explain it to Magnus.
He prepared himself to land.
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The medic turned to the distraught commander seated on his med, berth with a warm cube of energon, "Magnus…"
"Th…The crew! THE CREW!" he yelled, almost beside himself and at a loss for any clear words.
"What about them?"
Magnus threw his servos in the air with a yell of exasperation, "Th-they, th-they, they….They keep…!"
There was the sound of car engines, before a familiar white, red and green sports car came in, transforming as he did so.
"Hey there Doc," he gave a cocky grin at the medic.
Ratchet groaned, "Don't call me Doc."
"Hmmm. And good morning s—" Wheeljack choked back on his words, before he stared at his commander. Well, more precisely, his helm where a green plant was tied to one of his antennae. Where it's been since Miko had put it on last night.
He snorted, trying to hold back his laughter as he stared at the commander, "Uh Magnus, um….come here, I need to tell you something…"
Magnus stared at him distrustfully with narrowed optics. He sighed, before he leaned down to hear what Wheeljack had to say, knowing he shouldn't be indulging him.
"What is it soldier?" he asked, at optic level with his subordinate.
Wheeljack grabbed the back of his helm and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss on the lips. Magnus froze in shock, as his lips moved involuntarily with the one mech he hates. He blushed hard enough his face plates might have changed their colors to purple.
Ratchet stared, his jaw dropping in shock. Did Wheeljack have a death wish?!
Right then, there was the sound of jet engines, causing the medic to still before he saw the huge hulking frame of Prime entering the base.
Bulkhead came in, "Hey Optimus, good to-AH!" he froze in his tracks and he stared in shock.
Smokescreen and Bumblebee looked over and they stared, gaping in shock. Arcee stopped, before she leaned against the wall staring.
Magnus struggled to pull free but Wheeljack held firm and actually stuck his glossa…!
He raised his fist to punch the fragger off of him, but instead his vision was blurred by the color red.
Wheeljack grunted as he slammed against the wall, before he found himself face to face with Optimus. The Prime stood in a defensive stance, his optics narrowed in slight anger. Wheeljack was alarmed as he stood up, holding his servos up in immediate surrender.
Magnus turned and spat the taste of Wheeljack from his mouth, wiping at his glossa hoping it would help remove it while he shuddered in disgust.
However when he turned to yell at Wheeljack he instead found himself with his vision full of red. He looked up and then blushed at his mate Optimus.
"Optimus…I…I can explain, you see I think there's a virus going around the crew…or there's a joke going on…." Magnus mumbled, narrowing his optics at the other bots.
Right before Prime grabbed the back of his helm and gave him a deep kiss, caressing his helm. This time when Magnus blushed, it was for a different reason. He gulped, as he kissed his Prime back, forgetting the crew around them, gaping in shock. Well all of them save for Ratchet who simply rolled his optics and shook his helm. When the kiss broke, Optimus tugged the mistletoe from Magnus' helm.
"I believe this plant had something to with it, love," Prime explained, twirling it between his thumb and fore-digit.
Magnus stared at the small plant, "H-How does that…?!"
"They were simply trying out a human tradition. You see when this little plant is hanging off you, or over you, you must receive a kiss," Prime explained with a straight face.
"….I see," Magnus gritted out.
Optimus chuckled, "I don't know whether to punish whoever put the plant on you, or thank them…"
Magnus growled, crossing his arms over his chassis as he glared at his bond-mate and ignoring the others. Prime gave a soft, warm smile as he leaned down to press his crest to his.
"And it's just in time for the human holiday."
Magnus felt like steam would be rising off his face plates at the public display of affection. On the inside though, he enjoyed and basked in the affection.
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