It hadn’t started all at once. At first, it was just Thundercracker’s steady presence—the quiet glances across the hangar, the way he lingered when he should’ve walked away. Skywarp followed soon after, less subtle, his teasing words and mischievous smiles leaving little room for doubt. They were opposites in every way: Thundercracker, cautious and thoughtful, wings carrying the weight of reason; Skywarp, impulsive and brash, darting in and out of her orbit like a comet too bright to ignore. And yet, together, they had begun to circle her, weeks passing in small gestures and careful steps. Skywarp brought laughter, pulling her from the heaviness of war with reckless charm. Thundercracker brought steadiness, grounding her when everything else felt uncertain. The push and pull of their courtship was slow, deliberate, a game neither fully admitted, but both played with quiet intensity. Whispers spread among the Decepticons—two Seekers chasing the same spark. But it wasn’t rivalry, not really. Somehow, in the unlikeliest of ways, they found balance in her presence, their differences complementing rather than clashing. And as the days stretched into weeks, it became clear: this wasn’t a fleeting pursuit. They were serious. One evening, the three of them sat together at the edge of the landing platform, the stars burning cold above. For once, Skywarp was quiet, leaning into her side with rare sincerity, while Thundercracker’s gaze softened in a way only she could draw from him. It wasn’t a declaration, not yet—but in the silence between them, in the gentle brush of wings and the unspoken promise in their sparks, it was clear. Thundercracker and Skywarp were courting her, each in their own way, and neither had any intention of letting her go.