“Just give it to me already,” Whirl’s vocalizer curled around a growl, more pissed than anything else. “You know that I can take it!” Tailgate tutted, and Whirl could practically feel Cyclonus rolling his optics. “I don’t think so,” Tailgate denied, though his tone was cheerful enough. “Cyclonus would break you, and not in the fun way.” “You don’t know what I find fun,” Whirl grumbled, and Cyclonus chuckled, low, the sound just barely brushing the back of Whirl’s neck. “We do,” he said, sounding more fond than the slaggin’ bastard had any right to. “That’s why we’re here.”

wrote a #cywhirlgate fic to celebrate my birthday and more importantly #whirlwednesday !! read on ao3 HERE: archiveofourown.org/works/77266566 ~ as always, read the tags and enjoy!! <3