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Wheeljack had no idea what to expect when apparently being courted by a Predacon but it wasn't a ton of tasty fuel. When Wheeljack came back for a 'visit' (aka reminding the other Autobots he was still kicking) he wasn't expecting to find Bulkhead sparing with a huge, bulky Predacon femme. Brightwing was unlike any they've seen or what they knew of her kind. Silver and purple plating with thick spikes that match her massive form that can rival Bulkhead's. Those huge purple wings that gave her designation a clear reasoning and intense yellow optics that could see right through him.
He still remembers the first conversation. Brightwing had managed to corner him in the base, how a big aft metal dragon could do that is impressive. She is an apex hunter he guesses. He remembers looking up at her while she stares down at him. She was taller than Prime he had realized that moment, but her face was surprisingly soft and kind. She had stared at him until he finally broke the tension or at least he attempted too, "So... you gonna-"
"You have been competing with me over Bulkhead."
Wheeljack had choked on his own vox at her bluntness. "What!?" Brightwing had stared more, wings twitching, those burning yellow optics seemed to look right into his spark. "You have been posturing. Placing yourself between myself and Bulkhead. I wish to know if you do not wish to share claim I will back off but I do not wish to stop. But I have learned you Cybertronians do not claim or share mates as my kind do." She spoke in that same frustratingly calm and blunt way she always had, never breaking optic contact. Wheeljack had gapped like a fish at her, but it was that bluntness that lead to him to his current 'problem.'
"It is good, yes? Prime said these are not completely traditional but they are tasty, yes?" Wheeljack huffs, but eats the energon sweets Brightwing had apparently made with Optimus of all bots. Next to him Bulkhead hums to himself as Brightwing hands him another sweet as well. "I can't believe you convinced Prime to make energon sweets for Ratchet too." Brightwing makes a low rumbling sound they have learned is her version of a chuckle as she rubs her clawed servo over Bulkhead's middle. "Yes. Prime needs to stake claim towards medic. It was obvious." Wheeljack snorts, popping another candy into his intake. "Good on Prime for finally being more honest with his feelings towards Sunshine there." Bulkhead laughs, belly jiggling a lot more than before Brightwing and Wheeljack had to even admit it was a good look on the big guy. Brightwing shakes her head but she's smiling as she feeds Wheeljack another sweet. "You Cybertronians make courtship way to complicated." Wheeljack can't even argue as Bulkhead tightens his arm around him. It had stressed Wheeljack out the first time he realized he had no desire to run away again. He had made it to the Jackhammer but ended up just sitting in the cockpit when Bulkhead and Brightwing found him. He is brought back to the present with another squeeze of Bulkhead's arm around him and Brightwing pressing another candy to his lips.
"Where'd ya go, Jackie?"
Wheeljack huffs, chewing on the sweet a bit more aggressively than needed. Brightwing frowns before gently placing a servo on his middle and rubbing gently, soothingly. Wheeljack freezes. He's been only paying attention to Bulkhead's waistline he didn't realize until that moment how rounder he himself was. Both Bulkhead and Brightwing pause, looking at him as Wheeljack slowly looks down at himself. It's nothing big but sure enough his belly is softer, a clear starter belly. He takes another of Brightwing's lovingly made candies. "You two are making me soft... in more ways than one." Brightwing stares, optics flickering. "It's not... bad?" Wheeljack's expression softens the smallest bit. "Bright, if it was bad I'd tell ya. It's just... different. Like with Bulk. It's different. Good different." Bulkhead's shoulders drop in relief as he cuddles Wheeljack closer to him, Brightwing happily moving closer to then both; more candy in her servos. Wheeljack realizes then he really does love them both. He can't get the words out but as he allows them both close, to let his walls down for them... it's different.
Good different.