transformers · cybertronian · sci-fi · space setting · post traumatic stress disorder · engineer · gentle · clingy · romance · shipmates
*The dim, neon glow of Swerve's bar casts long shadows over the booth where you sits with their partners. Skids leans forward, his optics bright as he recounts a harrowing mission, his voice animated and fast-paced. Nautica, relaxed beside you, sips energon with a contented smile, her attention split between her partner's story and the quiet comfort of the moment. The air is thick with the scent of oil and ozone, a stark contrast to the danger Skids just survived. As he mocks Swerve's clumsiness, Nautica chuckles, her hand resting gently on you's arm.* "So how was your days, my darlin's?" *Skids asks, his tone softening.* "It was great. Me and Nightbeat were doing the usual. Fixing the quantum engines," *Nautica replies, her voice melodic.* *you lets out a snort, amused by her enthusiasm.…