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my theory on jax's parents
i've been sitting on this one for a long while and finally got the push to write this up. i want to write about this in the future, but there's bits here that have got to wait until cube corp releases, so... i'm just going to talk about it while i'm here.
anyway. as we all know, jax seems to be raised by arthur, and neither of them ever mention his parents.
so where. the fuck. are they.
spoiler alert: just between you and me, i think they're dead. not that it's confirmed or anything...
so... let's begin with a preword. the jax in my canon is 22, since unlike ace and the player, he doesn't have a canon-implied age. (this did not stop me from making fern 21.)
this makes him just slightly older than the meteorite strike on crater town, which happened 20 years ago. it's important to note this, because he needs to be alive for his parents to die in the aftermath of the meteorite strike.
whoops. did i just say that?
let's just change tracks for a bit.
arthur is training jax to be the next champion. that's quite obvious from the story, he says it outright, there isn't any question about that. but i think that originally, arthur wanted his own child to succeed him. it's also something to think about if you consider that he stepped down from the champion's seat before the events of the game, which prompts me to think that he wanted a successor before he stepped down, but he couldn't train jax in time bc jax was still too young.
so let's go with that: arthur intended for his child to succeed him as the next champion after he steps down. thus: arthur's child, and one of jax's parents, would likely be a ferociously strong trainer.
i'd like to think that they met someone while they were training or journeying, fell in love, eventually decided to marry them, and have a child. why didn't they decide to become champion? this is just a hc, but considering elias is Still there and the league hasn't found a replacement and arabella is working there because her dad doesn't make money... yeah, i think the league is kinda understaffed. hell, i make fern struggle with his champion duties, but even if arthur is a better fit for the role, being the champion's child means they would be able to see how harsh the role is on arthur. and maybe they don't really want to be the champion just yet, when arthur still can do his job well.
and they're still young, after all. they want to have a bit of fun in their life, journey around as a trainer, raise their kid with lots of care, then maybe go get that champion role once arthur's done his term.
so now, little jax is two years old. the meteorite has just been shattered over valley city, and the residents have been transported back to help clean up the town. volunteers and volunteer pokemon from nearby cities, like dresco town, are called to help with the restoration efforts.
and jax's parents are part of those volunteers, naturally. they're both pokemon trainers, after all.
and here's where it starts going to shit.
remember that two pokemon came down to earth with the meteor? jirachi was sealed away after the residents realised its power, but another pokemon landed a little to the northeast.
and deoxys is powerful. pksp red, one of the strongest trainers, if not the strongest in the series, is almost powerless against deoxys when he first battles it. it takes him a bit of a bond with a rogue mewtwo and several tough battles, some difficult enough to shatter his mentality, to defeat it, and even then, it's an uphill struggle for him.
that's the pokemon that jax's parents find: a ridiculously strong pokemon from outer space that nobody's seen or recorded before. remember, it immediately fights you if you talk to it, so i suppose... they fight. and if they can see the utter destruction that could come out of deoxys's power, there's no way they're letting that pokemon get to the town, where unarmed people are working on clearing the rubble. so they fight, and they fight, but deoxys is strong, and clearly not even two people are a good enough fight against it, and soon their pokemon are worn out and deoxys's attacks are injuring the pair themselves.
they put together a plan. one holds off the strange pokemon from outer space — for the sake of my canon, this is the stronger one, arthur's daughter — and the other runs back to the town to alert the guardian of borrius, who is overseeing the restoration efforts. if anyone can beat this pokemon, it's the legendary aros.
and so jax's father flies back to crater town. he'd been persuaded to go, being more heavily injured by the fight, and desperately searches for aros, explains the situation, and immediately brings him to the crater where they found deoxys.
but it's too late by then.
they find jax's mother, barely conscious and mortally wounded, being fiercely protected by her pokemon who are only barely standing. aros thanks her, and with their combined efforts, barely manage to defeat deoxys and seal it in sleep. jax's father returns to his wife's side, only for her to sigh her last breaths before they can treat her wounds.
aros notices that jax's father's wounds can still be treated, but though aros hurries him back to town... perhaps the loss of his wife weighs too deeply on him, and he doesn't make it.
and jax, still only two years old, is left in the care of his grandfather.
his parents are called heroes — they fought so that crater town would not suffer a second disaster in quick succession, and that's why jax in my canon is so set on being a hero. his admiration for aros is also partly from seeing how he handled the incident, making sure that he didn't take the credit for holding off deoxys and ensuring that people wouldn't forget that jax's parents died in order to keep the town safe.
and, also, aros is basically the local superhero. he's cool as hell. no wonder he's kinda jax's idol.
anyway. i really want to write more about this concept, and there's a scene where i want jax to meet aros and for aros to tell him, properly, about his parents. that'll be the first time that i've ever written jax crying in canonverse, because hearing aros, his idol, apologise to him for not being able to save his parents and recount that they genuinely were heroes in his eyes is a lot to process. (it's also really funny considering that jax hasn't cried in front of fern, but he has cried in front of fern's dad.)
as a way of finishing this arc of jax's life, i really also want to suggest that after fern captures jirachi, jax tags along with him to fight deoxys.
and this fight — this is jax's fight. fern can tell that this jax is different from seeing him stare down deoxys across the crater. there's something twisted about the fact that jax is now facing it with his own partner, twenty years later.
jax, heightened by raw emotion, seems to fall back into his more reckless, daring tactics. he plays fern's hyper-offensive role, actually, and fern plays jax's support, making sure that jax doesn't run himself ragged, following up after his strikes, covering when they're in trouble. it's not like they made a name for themselves as an unstoppable duo for nothing.
the conclusion of this arc is jax's capture of deoxys, after a grueling battle that whittles at his strength and mental state. in a way, earning deoxys's respect, being able to capture it in a ball, and being able to say that he finally, finally defeated the pokemon that killed his parents, is a sort of closure that he probably didn't know he needed.
did you see that, mom, dad?
i beat it. you can rest easy now.
#pokemon unbound#jax unbound#aros unbound#fern unbound#unbound canonverse#thanks mage for making me write this up i really really needed to get it out and i didn't even know#god i want to write that fic about it so badly#cube corp when. please. when .#i need to make jax cry so badly it's insane#“okay so what is jax gonna do w a fucking deoxys” you might ask#well you see the answer is#he doesn't really want deoxys on his team so he gets aros to ride rayquaza and send deoxys and jirachi back to space#i mean i also wouldn't want the pokemon that killed my parents on my team either#like. jax would probably not want anyone to have to fight deoxys bc he knows what could happen if they do#i think that's the only way jax can deal with it. i guess it belonged back in outer space anyway
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BASICS.
NAME: Natural Harmonia Groipus. He goes by N.
AGE: 20-24
BIRTHDATE: He doesn't know; it's not like his parents were kind enough to abandon him in the forest with his birth certificate. He was found by Ghetsis sometime in early May, so he tends to use that as an official birthday.
GENDER: Cis man, he/him.
ORIENTATION: N wouldn't know what this means and wouldn't label himself. But for OOC sakes, he's demisexual.
PROFESSION: Travelling Pokémon Trainer.
PHYSICAL ASPECTS.
HAIR: Pale green
EYES: Gray blue. Often appear darker than they are thanks to the perpetual shadow his hat casts over his eyes.
SKIN: Pale white. He spent a lot of time inside.
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: Tends to run underweight.
FAMILY.
His sisters, Anthea and Concordia. They took care of him when he was young and are the only humans he can say he fully trusts, post-Black.
Ghetsis. N has... complicated feelings towards him, but has yet to sever the familial ties.
Zoroark. They grew up alongside each other and quickly became inseparable.
SKILLS.
Pokémon communication. N has been able to speak to pokemon since he was born, understanding them just as easily as he does humans. The only exception is pokemon who have had their hearts closed - ones who have been shadowed or so mistreated that they've lost all trust in the world. They need to learn to trust him before they're able to talk like his other friends do.
A talent for mathematics and chemistry. Though this is, regrettably, never shown in game, N's got enough of a heavy maths motif that I'm choosing to project it onto him anyway. He likes Shapes and Numbers and the things that can happen when you combine different elements together.
TRAITS (POSITIVE).
Passionate and determined, willing to pursue his goals no matter how rocky the road ahead might get.
Exceptionally empathetic towards pokemon.
Confident in battle, emboldened by the confirmation that he is the ideal (ha) candidate for Zekrom's Hero and able to surpass the strength of Champion Alder.
TRAITS (NEGATIVE).
Idealistic and tunnel-visioned, letting his visions of a 'perfect world' skew his perception of reality and consume him.
Quick to flee and sever any relationships he may have built, uncaring of how this may affect the people left behind.
Stubborn and slow to change his mind. Once his path is set, it takes a hell of an effort to push him off of it.
LIKES.
COLOURS: Black and white. Green, especially tones like crocodile or lime that are mixed with yellow/brown.
SMELLS: Mint. Sliced Pinap berries. When it's about to storm and you can almost smell the electricity building in the air.
DRINKS: The Fresh Waters the Gyms give out sometimes. He can't stand tap water, can always taste the difference, and gets >:( if he's denied his minerals.
TEXTURES: The bumpiness of his Void Cube as he traces the gaps between each square. The roughness of Zoroark's outer fur.
OTHER DETAILS.
SMOKING?: No.
DRUGS?: No.
DRIVER'S LICENSE?: Definitely not, and he doesn't plan on getting one.
EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: No, he's evaded all the past attempts and plans to continue evading any future ones.
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Impossible, The Sexiest Word To A Broken Heart
I have shifted my true colors into a rubix cube, are you worthy to figure me out? Will you even attempt to? None have tried because men have no worth in a world scaled by money. Self worth matters not to a rich man, he can have sex, pleasure, good health, power but he can never have the self worth I carry. Do I wish for your acknowledgement? I wish for your respect, trauma should not be measured, trauma is not a contest... but if it is I'd win.
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Memory
Botw! Link x reader
Synopsis - Link comes back to Haneto but doesn’t seem to remember you
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You pushed the door of your house open, a basket of apples and multiple things you had collected that morning in your hand.
You sighed, kicking the door with your feet to close it. You crossed the bridge, gave a light smile to Hudson who was finishing up his new cube-like houses, and walked down to the main part of the village.
You looked around and down the road seeing the sacred lanterns shining with the blue flame.
The blue flame?
For a second there you didn’t know what to think. Was Purah doing some kind of new weird experiment?
You’d figure it out soon enough.
You made your way up the hill to the lab like you were planning on doing - bringing Purah some food that you were carrying; she didn’t have time to feed herself, she was always busy with some kind of experiment.
You followed the flames until you arrived at the lab door. You were about the turn the door nob until some did it for you to exit the lab.
You looked up to meet the most intense blue eyes you’d ever seen. It took you a second but when you realized who it was, your basket slipped from your fingers, everything in it starting to roll down the pathway.
You didn’t care. All you cared about what the men standing in front of you.
“Link-” You gasped but he looked at you with blank eyes. Like he didn’t know you.
He suddenly realized you had dropped everything and started putting all the apples that fell under his hand in your basket.
“Sorry I couldn't get everything - some things rolled down the cliff.” He gave you a tight smile and kept eye contact.
“I-” You didn’t know what to say as he handed you the basket. You stared deep into his eyes and inspected his face, making sure it wasn’t a dream.
Link took a quick look at you but - why did you look so familiar?
“Thank you... Link.”
“How do- how do you know my name?” He said barely above a whisper too stunned by you to say anything.
Your eyes, the color of your hair, the way it flowed in the wind, the way you held yourself. There was something so familiar about you - so comforting. You felt like home, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Link-” You felt your eyes getting glossy as you were about to say something. “D- do you not remember me?” Your hand traveled to your mouth in shock. You turned around so he couldn’t see the tears that were starting to fall as you tried to push back a sob.
He didn’t know what to say. All the words were stuck to the back of his throat. But his instincts acted before him, and he placed a hand on your shoulder.
“I- I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. “I’ve lost all of my memories...” He told you, but the whole world seemed to crumble. How could he not remember you?
You wiped your cheek and held your breath for a second, trying to make sure your next words would be steady.
“You were talking with Purah weren’t you?” You looked at Link from the corner of your eye, not daring to turn and face him. He nodded. “What did she say?”
“She helped me with the Sheika Slate... And told me how I how could get my memories back...” You didn’t know what to say. “Could I see your face again?” Link murmured.
It took you a second to turn around, you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands before meeting his eyes again.
He kept a hand on your shoulder as he concentrated on your eyes. He took in your figure. The small breeze was making your scent fill his nostrils - and suddenly, his eyes widen, he took a step back, and a memory filled him.
“Link!” You giggled as he chased you down a field. Suddenly he came from behind you and tackled you in his arms, covering your cheeks with kisses. “Link stop- it- I- I’m ticklish” You giggled as he kept running his hands around your waist.
Suddenly he stopped and you turned around to face him, grabbing him by the shirt to kiss him
“Lets go get those truffles.” You giggled. “Before Zelda takes you away from me again.” You mumbled.
“Darling-”
“I know.” You gave him a soft smile. “You’re just doing your job, don’t worry.” You kissed his cheek. “My champion.”
Link was brought back to reality. All the sudden hundreds of memories of you came back to his mind. You watched his eyes and watched him stumble as everything flooded back to him.
“Y/n?” His tone was full of hope - and you could see in his eyes that he remembered you. Those loving blue eyes you longed for.
“Link.” Link felt like he was on the verge of tears, he brought his arms around you and closed you in a hug.
“Y/n.” Your name felt nice on his lips. “I remember” He squeezed you into his arms even harder. “H- How?”
“Purah- she used me for her experiment. I- it kept me alive and well... young” You giggled into his arms.
“You haven’t changed a bit.” He admired your eyes, pushing a strand away from your face. “I can't believe this.”
“I can’t believe you’re here.”
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Only Time Will Tell
(G)-Idle 7th Member AU
Senorita Era
An Idol is caught staring at Iris, much to Gidle’s amusement
Music shows always felt like a huge weight on any idols shoulders, but especially Iris’s. With the more frequent anxiety attacks she was having, it was nerve racking coming out on stage. She knew that something could happen at any moment and the thought of that made her more anxious than she already was! It was a horrible cycle.
Luckily for her, Gidle were standing in the back, not expecting a music show win, but they were extremely happy with the success of Senorita. Iris and Soyeon’s goal was to make music that please their fans, not necessarily award winning music. Thankfully, they were great at that!
She felt Minnie grab her arm, holding her arm. She often does that when she’s nervous, mostly to Iris. Iris squeezed her hand, feeling the same nerves that everyone felt.
“And the winner of Show Champion, is Gidle’s Senorita! Please congratulate Gidle on their win!” The MC of the shows announced.
The girls were shocked, but excited! This was their first music show win for Senorita and while the had gotten Music Show Awards in the past, it always felt great winning. Iris was handed the trophy, bowing to them as they handed it to her. One of the main points CUBE had taught her is to bow to everyone, even people you don’t respect.
She listened as the other members made their speeches, happy that she would be going last. If it were up to Iris, she wouldn’t be speaking at all, but sadly, Soyeon always insists on making her say something.
She was handed the mic from Miyeon, “Thank you Neverlands! We can’t thank you enough for the support you have given us over the past year. We hope to always make music to brighten your day!” Iris tended to always thank the fans, making sure they never got left out from their speeches.
She heard the instrumental to Senorita playing and started bowing to the other idols around her. She got her microphone ready, so she could sing her part. She had improved on her vocal ability over the past year, partially with the help of her boyfriend, and she was excited to fully show it off!
She heard her part start
“Something Different, Badder
Whatever, I’m Ok, I’m Ok, I’m Ok
What Should I Do?”
She looked over to the other side of the stage, hoping to see her members. However, she saw her boyfriend, Ten, staring at her with one of the dopiest smiles on his face. Obviously, he was the one helping her improve her voice, so he had heard it. There was no reason for him to stare at her like this, especially out in the open!
She glared at him, openly, hoping that it would calm some dating rumors. Since Ten has stated Iris was his ideal type on multiple occasions, it has become a running joke both in NCT and in Gidle! Iris on the other hand, had never mentioned Ten in an interview or on a live. She hadn’t even told her band members she was dating yet!
He smiled and left, with a few pushes from Mark. They finished up their encore and said their last goodbyes to their fans. As they were walking off, Yuqi grabbed her arm.
“I’m sorry, was your crush, the Ten of NCT, staring at you while you were singing?” Yuqi was one of the first people Iris told about her crush on Ten, confiding in her back when they were still trainees! “I think the fact that he only stopped when he heard you and after you finished singing, he left? It seems like the only thing he cared about was you!”
Iris rolled her eyes, “Cut it out, Yuqi.” Even though she trusted her members, she knew they were terrible keeping secrets. She would tell them when the time was right, but that was not right now!
“I’m just saying since you have a crush on him and he obviously has a crush on you, maybe you should ask him out! I think you have a good chance of him saying yes, seeing as he just stared at you for a solid 15 seconds!”
“Are you kidding? Iris would never ask someone out, especially not one of her crushes!” Miyeon adds, cutting into their conversation.
“I can ask him out for her!” Shuhua says, as she starts walking towards NCT’s dressing room!
Iris grabs her harshly, “I swear to god, Shuhua, if you go anywhere near him I am disowning you!”
“You’re not my mom!”
“You treat her like it!” Soyeon says, deciding to stay on the outs of their conversation. “Also, NCT already left. We were the last award of the night.”
Minnie sighs, “Aww, that sucks. Well, maybe we can fix Iris’s future another day!”
“YOU’RE NOT DECIDING MY FUTURE!”
(Time skip)
Miyeon went to shower, giving Iris enough time to call her boyfriend. Her phone dialed a few times, before he picked up.
“I’ve been waiting for you to call!”
“Yea, well I had to wait until I had the room to myself. Oh, and before I forget, What is wrong with you?”
She heard laughing on the other end. “I love you, but you make everything more dramatic than it needs to be!”
“I’m sorry for not wanting dating rumors to possibly ruin my career. It’s not over dramatic!”
“Sure.”
Iris pause, waiting for him to say something more. When she realized he wasn’t going to, “Next time, can you please just watch from off stage?”
“Yea, if it makes you that upset, I won’t stare at you and admire your gorgeous voice on stage. But if I see your members are not admiring it, I will throw hands!”
Iris laughed, “Sure, but just make sure it’s after I tell them we’re dating!”
“You haven’t told them yet?”
Iris heard Miyeon open the bathroom door and start heading for their room. “I’ll tell them eventually, I just need a little more time.” Miyeon entered the room, already dressed for bed. She saw that Iris was on the phone and nodded to make sure
Ten pause for a minute, “Is Miyeon back?”
“Yea.”
Ten sighed, “Well, I love you and if there are any dating rumors, I will handle them. Also, I told all of NCT that we’re dating. BYE!”
Iris shut off her phone, then grabbed her head, already feeling a headache coming on.
“Do you want me to get you some water? You’re looking a little red.”
“I’m fine, but thanks anyways.”
“What did that person say that got you all riled up?”
Iris sighed, looking at her phone. “Just...The possibility of a dating rumor that has already started.”
“Oh, sorry,” Miyeon couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the younger girl. She was always so dramatic and for no reason, other than her own psyche. “Maybe you can make some good from it. Maybe he’ll get the courage to ask you out!”
Iris nodded and looked out her window. Maybe she should tell them. At least it would stop the constant teasing of her crush on Ten, and Ten’s crush on Iris!
“Only time will tell.”
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Hi there!
For the one shot requests, could we get Time and Four?
Keep up the awesomeness!
This scenario came to my mind the instant I saw your ask, but it took me a hot second to finish because I had already started another one.
Anyways, here's Time and four bonding and hanging out with a Minish!
(Asks and requests are still open if anyone would like to see something specific!)
Of Minish and Men
A chuckle escaped Time's mouth as he looked down into his bag, his single blue eye meeting the tiny beady ones of the minish hidden inside. It’s a daring move, he must admit, that the little one thinks they can sneak into his things. Are they after the sugar he keeps on hand for fairies? Exploring his items out of genuine curiosity?
There are many reasons for the little people to be interested in his things, but it brings him no end of joy to see how they start when his eyes meet theirs.
He’s not trying to scare them, honest.
“And what are you doing?” He chuckles, low and soft so that his boys won’t hear. Wild is coaching Wind through making dinner with himself and Legend, and the noise of it covers his words, but he can’t be too careful.
The minish squeaks something in return, shuffling it’s tiny feet and looking up at him, apparently embarrassed at being caught.
Maybe sharing a sugar-cube with this little one wouldn’t be so bad.
A cautious glance up reveals that the others are all busy at work, Warriors and Twilight working to darn the sailor’s pitiful socks while the trio making dinner fusses around their pot, laughter and stories bouncing between them as Legend catches the carrot slices Wind keeps throwing at him in his mouth. It’s rather impressive actually, but he’s not going to encourage the smug grin on the Vet’s face (he doesn’t miss the pleasure that appears with every new slice either).
Four and Sky are out gathering wood, and in the meantime, Hyrule has positioned himself at the edge of camp where the smell of strong herbs won’t bother the others as much as the healer prepares salves and ointments for future use on the wounds that the others will inevitably get.
In theory, Time himself was supposed to be helping sort the herbs, but he’d stopped to get a spare jar from his pack before doing so. And now here he sits, a minish guiltily shuffling it’s paws in his pack as he looms over it. He almost feels bad when he reaches out his hand, palm up and fingers flat, only to have the tiny critter start backwards and trip on it’s tail, but when his hand stops the minish only looks up at him in surprise.
“I won’t hurt you.” He murmurs softly. “But you really shouldn’t be in there, you’ll get hurt.”
Tiny paws hesitantly make their way onto his finger tips, cautious black eyes staring up at him for a moment before the minish dubs him safe, crawling up to perch on the palm of his hand, where it reaches into it’s leaf-cloak and produces something.
It’s small, soft pink, and clay, marked with a symbol that his eyes can’t quite make out from the distance he’s at.
“What’s that, little beastie?” There’s a soft squeak as the minish stares up at him, eyes wide and expectant as he cocks him head. “I'm sorry, I don’t understand.”
“Time, I thought you were helping Hyrule?” It appeared that Sky and Four had come back, as the smithy was now walking up to him with a confused expression. “What-” The smithy froze, even as Time looked up from the minish in his hand to meet the teenager’s gaze.
“Is everything alright?”
“What-” Four’s voice hitches as he speaks and he can’t keep from grinning slightly at it. “What are you doing?”
Time looks at Four, he looks back at the minish, and then back at Four. To the world around him, he looks perfectly calm, but in his mind, he’s grinning like a mad man. “Talking to a minish.” He responds easily. “The little one thought it would be a good idea to climb into my bag, but it isn’t safe in there for such a-”
“You can see them?” Four interrupts, voice full of wonder, eyes glittering a warm red that indicates that one of the colors is now fronting, although if he’s to believe the hint of hazel at the edges of the smithy’s gaze, the other colors aren’t far from the front.
It’s hard, so terribly hard, to resist smiling at the smithy, but his boys believe him to be a stoic and mature leader (except Wars, Wars knows), and he’s not about to change that, not if it means he can maintain their respect and thus some semblance of order (even he has his limit for chaos, even if his older brother doesn’t think he does).
“Naturally. They’re creatures of the forest, are they not?”
“Well,” And violet flickers to the forefront, a slight warning that he’s about to receive a quick lesson about the minish. “It’s actually a common misconception that the minish are forest folk, they’re actually native to all of Hyrule, and even some of the lands beyond. Although,” The smithy cocks his head, eyes glinting hazel for a moment before returning to purple as the colors assumedly discuss something. “Your little friend here probably is native to the forests.”
And with those words, the smithy is kneeling down at his side, peering closely at the minish with a gentle smile that somehow produces the opposite effect as his own attempts. The minish beams up at Four with eyes twinkling with joy, a series of soft cheeps and squeaks sounding between the two as they appear to converse. Light giggles shake the smithy’s shoulders, pure and warm, and reminding him of softly pealing bells as Four offers his hand to the minish, who happily climbs aboard, leaving behind the piece of clay in Time’s own fingers.
“He’s a bit young, entirely new to the job.” Four explains. “It's his first time rewarding travelers for good deeds, and he wasn't expecting to get caught.” The smithy looks up at him, eyes warm and brown again as a fond smile pulls at his features. Hylia, Four looks so young like this. “Most adults can’t see them.”
Now that throws him for a loop. “I’m sorry?” He knows he’s frowning down at the smithy, but thankfully Four seems mostly unfazed, if not a bit confused himself. “What?”
“Did you not know?” The smithy cocks a brow, tipping his head to one side as the minish in his hands does the same thing.
“You two okay over there?” Warriors calls out, and all three of them turn to look at where the Captain sits, sock in hand and needle still poised as he stares over at them.
“All good, captain.” Time assures, and while neither Wars nor the Pup look like they fully believe it (or maybe they’re just curious) they both nod and return to what they were doing. (Time notes with appreciation and pride that Twilight has carefully turned his ears away from them, effectively preventing himself from listening in to their conversation.
He turns back to Four, brows furrowed as he looks down at the minish in Four’s hands. “Why do you say that?”
Four blinks at him, confusion apparent on his features for a moment before recognition dawns. “They say only those with the heart of a child can see the minish, most people stop seeing them around ten or thirteen, although Wind still can,” The smithy smiles fondly towards where their sailor is helping the champion cut turnips, hands carefully guided under Wild’s careful eyes as the sailor bites his tongue with effort. “I’m not really surprised about that though, I’m glad he still can.”
“He deserves a little innocence.” Time agrees, eyes trailing down to the mouse like creature in Four’s hands, mulling over the smithy’s words.
’Only those with the heart of a child can see the minish’. Four had said.
A smile breaks over his face. “Ah.”
“What?” Four’s gaze is all the colors at once, each clear in tehri own right as the separate parts of the smithy all look to him for an answer.
“I think I understand.”
“How?” Violet springs to life in the smithy’s gaze, pushing the other colors back with an eagerness that Time’s grown used to when Four learns something new. “How can you see them.”
Time smirks, mischief singing in his veins as he tucks the charm the minish gave him into his bag and grabs the spare bottles he had come for. Not a word escaped him as he stands, gazing pointedly at Four, and moves over to where Sky is now kneeling at Hyrule’s side and helping him to prepare an ointment.
“Time? How?” Four calls out, but Time doesn’t answer.
He’s got to keep up that mystical façade somehow after all, and if it satisfies the mischievous child’s heart inside him, well, all the better.
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All I would like to request is Legend and Sky hanging out, maybe being friends. Also, love you lots Seeking! Hope you're taking care of yourself and having a good day. It's what you deserve ^u^
Linked Universe Prompt Requests #3!
First of all, I appreciate you so much, Silver! And second, here you go!
(You can also read the fic here on Ao3)
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Legend leaned against his kitchen counter, chin in his palm and nose scrunched against the breeze leaking through the window.
"Foul ball, that was a foul ball!"
"Wha- no it wasn't! You can't call a foul ball whenever we score!"
Warriors and Twilight glowered at each other. On the far side of the backyard, Wind dribbled a spotted ball between his ankles and made small talk with Wild, who was trying to wipe away the sweat pooling under his arms with the end of his ponytail. Legend scrunched his nose in disgust. Apparently the champion's bright idea to host a ball game in the hottest hour of the afternoon had come back to bite him.
His focus drifted over to the other side of his backyard, where Hyrule stood forlornly between two wooden posts. His team's poor excuse for a goal, most likely.
"You tried to trip me!"
"I did not! Stop whining, would you? If you wanted to win you should have learned the rules of the game beforehand."
"Cut me some slack, Twi. It's my first time playing!"
"Not an excuse. If you wanted to learn you could have just stayed inside with Sky and Legend or gone to the market with Four!"
Warriors took a few quick steps forward. Twilight stood his ground and puffed up his chest.
"That's enough, you two." Time said, voice snapping from his spot on a nearby bench. Legend grunted. What kind of referee watched from a bench? This was why there was an argument happening in the first place.
Behind him, the kettle began to whistle. Legend pushed himself off his elbows and turned to shut off the stove top, only partially ignoring the sounds of athletic revelry from the backyard. Porcelain clinked as Legend pulled a cup off the drying rack, then, glancing across the room, pulled off another.
If Sky was bothered by any of the commotion outside or the domestic ambience inside, he didn't show it. Instead, he sat at a table by the porch window, filing idly through the mounds of miscellaneous letters and trinkets piled around him. An overhead cuckoo clock wheedled out a dinky tune as Sky scrutinized an oddly-shaped mask.
"Coffee?" Legend asked.
Sky looked up from the table, then smiled.
"Yes, please!"
"Wrong, it's tea. What kind do you want?"
Sky's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he caught on.
"Oh, haha! You got me. Uh, I don't really know. Surprise me."
Legend nodded to himself as he poured the kettle into the two cups. "You like sweet stuff?"
"Yeah, big fan. Can't drink anything too hot, though. Hurts my face. You got any iced tea or something?"
Steam plumed from the cups. Legend let out a small snort.
"Would have been nice to know that earlier."
Sky scratched the back of his neck and had the decency to offer up an apologetic smile. With a roll of his eyes, Legend set the kettle down and hoisted himself onto the kitchen counter.
He knew he stored the ice cubes in one of the overhead cabinets, but which one? Cabinets opened and closed as Legend balanced precariously on the countertop. Where was it? Had he really been gone so long that he didn't know where his own things were?
"Hey Legend, what's this?"
Paper rustled. The legs of Sky's chair squeaked as he leaned back, and in the corner of his eye Legend saw his companion hold something up to his face.
"Little busy here," Legend mumbled, closing yet another cabinet full of pots and pans. Maybe he should give some to Ravio; the guy needed some things for his new place, anyway. "Can you describe it to me?"
A snicker, then a stifled sound of agreement. Legend would have turned around to glare at Sky if he wasn't busy gloating over his find; the ice, at last! The countertop groaned as Legend plopped the bag of ice atop it and hopped onto the floor.
"It's a letter," Sky began, his voice uncharacteristically suave. Legend's eyes narrowed. "It's in this little pink envelope, and there's a little heart sticker on it. Says on the back....'from Elise.' Oh ho ho! Who's Elise? And there's another one here! This one's white, and it has a flower sticker on the lip. Very, very cute. Is this from Elise, too? Let me see...oh goddesses! 'From Carmen!' Carmen! Now tell me, does Elise know about this Carmen?"
Sky looked up at him with an impossibly smug grin. Legend pressed the corners of his lips down as he pulled out the rest of the ingredients for the tea.
"They're just girls," Legend began. "Just-"
"Just girls? What kind of philosophy is that? And to think you criticize Warriors for his womanizing tendencies..."
"You didn't let me finish! They're just girls who work at the bakery in Castle Town. I don't know how they got my address, but one day they all started sending me letters like that."
Sky's eyebrows piqued upwards. It might have looked innocent if not for the devious smile on his face.
"Oh, I see. So why did you keep them? Elise and Carmen must have been very sorry to have not received any response," Sky said, rifling through the stack of pink and red and crème colored letters and flipping them over to read the names on the back. Legend pretended he didn't see Sky's grin widen. "And I'm guessing the same is true for poor Lisa...and Donatella...and Trish..."
It was a good thing that Legend was preoccupied with measuring out sugar and honey, because if he had been any closer to the ice cubes, they might have melted from the heat radiating off Legend's face.
"I'm serious, Sky! I don't know any of them. I don't know why they kept sending the letters -- I never even gave them my address! I mean, I'm sure they're all really nice girls, but I'm just not, you know, in the position to be in a relationship right now...with the traveling and heroics and all that..."
Silverware clattered as Legend pulled open a drawer and retrieved a fruit knife. The sound of shouting and running echoed from outside. Light streamed through the kitchen window, and the breeze pushed along dust bunnies on the floor. Sky studied Legend, watching with unusual intensity as the latter skinned and diced a peach, then folded his hands behind his head.
"Fine, fine. But one more question, then."
Legend made a vague sound that could have been read as either grateful or irritated; most likely, it was a combination of both. Sky pushed forward anyway.
"Why'd you keep them?"
"What?"
"The cards. Why did you keep them? Did you just not have a chance to throw them away or something?"
"Throw them away? Of course not! Did you see the paper they're made of? That sort of high quality cardstock doesn't come from just anywhere! If I can find a way to bleach the paper without damaging it, I can use it for all sorts of things!"
Sky snorted, smiled, and tossed a handful of pink cards back onto the table. Hoarder, indeed.
"I think that Ravio friend of yours is starting to rub off on you."
"He is not," Legend insisted, placing a spoon and straw in both cups before walking over to the table. Only after Sky brushed away the cards in front of him did Legend hand him his tea. "He would have tried to sell them off as antiques or something. Guy wouldn't know what a real antique was even if it was staring him in the face."
Sky hummed. The sound bubbled into his tea and set little capsules of air drifting across the frothy surface. "Hey, did you put peaches in this?"
"Yeah, you like it?"
Outside, Warriors cried foul and Hyrule said something about headshots. Sky sipped his drink again, then grinned. "Mmmm, delicious. Yeah, I love it! Give me the recipe sometime, huh?"
"Heh, will do. Glad you like it."
"And speaking of Ravio, where is he? Didn't you say he used to squat here?"
Legend nodded, hands cupped around his drink and goosebumps flaring from its soothing coolness. "He did, but he just moved out. Got his own shop by the castle, with a big nice sign out in front. Professionally made. It looks pretty good, honestly. I haven't seen him in a while, but I might drop by sometime to say hi."
"Ah, I see," Sky said, absently threading one of the love letters through his fingers. Legend shot him a dirty glare, but he paid it no mind. "Hey, you said that these girls somehow figured your address, right? Do you think Ravio might have given it out? Maybe while you were gone or something?"
"Ravio? That's ridiculous. He's not the sort of guy to do that. For the longest time he's been telling me to...to..."
Legend's eyes widened. The goosebumps along his arms grew more pronounced, and this time it wasn't from his chilly drink.
"He what?" Sky prompted.
"He's been telling me to get a girlfriend for the longest time and...he...he set me up. He set me up! He gave out my address to those girls. I know it! He...this is his fault!"
Sky burst into laughter. Tea sprayed across the table, splattering across rose-colored envelopes and sparkling cardstock. Legend punched him in the shoulder, hard, but Sky didn't stop.
"Ravio! Ravio as your wingman, I would have never thought! Doing the goddesses' work, he is!"
"Oh, shut up, would you? I'm not going to make you tea again!"
Their punching and tousling cooled when the front door swung open. A moment later, Four stepped inside, arms laden with groceries and a peculiar grin on his face.
"You're back!" Sky said. Legend mumbled something about Sky stating the obvious before placing his cup to his cheek, trying to smother his burning blush.
"Sorry to interrupt whatever was going on here," Four said. That odd smile was still on his face. "I’m just about to put all these groceries away, but there's something I need to give to Legend first."
"Me?" Legend asked. Four's grin widened; it looked unnervingly similar to the one Sky had worn just minutes ago.
"Yes, special delivery. From a certain 'Amelia'. It's the red box, yeah, that one."
Legend picked up the box gently, sandwiching it between his forearm and bicep, and shuddered. Sky and Four traded a sidelong look before the latter darted off into the kitchen.
"Well? What do you think it is?" Sky asked.
"I don't want to know," Legend whispered. He took a seat by the table before tossing the box by his cup. Something rustled inside.
"Open it..."
"Open it!" Four chimed from the kitchen. His voice was unusually high.
With a world weary sigh, Legend edged his fingers under the box cover and slowly lifted it upwards.
"Well? What is it?"
"Wait, would you? I can't tell..."
Legend leaned forward, squinting.
His eyes widened.
With an undignified BANG, he slammed the box shut and launched it across the room. His face was stained a dangerous color of scarlet.
"...well?" Sky repeated, "what was it?"
Legend let out a short breath, then leaned over to cradle his head in his hands.
"...remind me to kill Ravio the next time I see him," he growled.
Sky and Four burst into laughter, and even Legend couldn't fully stifle a smile.
~~ Fine ~~
I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for reading!
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A Long Analysis on Purple in AvM ep. 22 (pt. 1)
*pokes my head in*
There’s still no sign of the next AvM episodes
soooooo... here my analysis of specifically Purple and their relationship to King based off of AvM. ep 22
(Originally written on April 4, 2021, posted on May 18th because I’m been busy)
PART 2: THEORIES AND HEADCANONS:
https://sammy8d257.tumblr.com/post/663584639411159040/a-long-analysis-on-purple-and-king-pt-2
Some Thoughts (™) about Purple and their relationship with King:
(quick note, I use They/Them pronouns for Purple)
It seems like Purple is both eager to please King and also somewhat fearful of him at the same time. There is an obvious power dynamic between them and it definitely is favored in King’s side.
Evidence includes-
Purple literally bowing, head to the ground at King’s feet
Not getting up until King stands up
King always being the one to initiate something (He crosses his arms and waits for Purple to step forward with their marker, also is the first to move after Purple is done checking of the frames, causing Purple to have to backpedal quickly)
Purple gets headpats before getting pushed to the side (Those headpats are messing me up, I hate the vibes of King’s headpats)
Purple flinching back into the wall when King takes the AI away from one of the Piglin Brutes and when King yells at them to “go”
Bowing to him again as they run out of the bastion
Suffice to say, these 2 don’t have the best relationship. But now the question is whether Purple wanted to help King or if they’re getting forced to help. Honestly? I think it’s a mix of both.
I think Purple is willfully helping King but King is also not telling Purple everything about the plan. Purple is acting like a henchman here so there must be a reason why they would purposefully help King out. And for me, I think it’s because Purple wants some power back and King probably offered them a way to get it.
The last time we saw Purple in Minecraft, they were getting carted off by their villagers and they literally got dethroned. Purple also displayed this want for power in AvLoL where they literally programmed their clones to not be beatable and then when that failed, absorbed the champions data to become overpowered as hell. This stick figure has a thing for control and power, and we’re assuming has since lost that control and power.
And that brings us back to the present, we see that in the last frame of the plan, its both King and Purple wielding the scepter. Albeit King holds it from the middle while Purple looks like their holding it at the bottom. It’s a promise that BOTH King and Purple will share the power of the Minecraft Cube (Whether or not King will actually keep that promise once Purple retrieves the cube is a whole DIFFERENT can of worms).
But Sammy, I hear you say, Purple betrayed their friends for some power? Isn’t that messed up?
And you’d be right in saying that… Except I don’t think that Purple thinks they’re betraying the Stick Figures, or if they do, they think it’s not that big of a deal. I think Purple thinks that what they’re doing isn’t going to hurt the Stick Figures. Literally, the 2nd part of the plan where Purple is supposed to steal the Minecraft Cube wasn’t even told to them until AFTER Part 1 of the plan was complete. And even then, the Stick Figures weren’t supposed to be harmed. They were just supposed to be caged. It would have been so easy to destroy them in the parkour simulation but something tells me that Purple would not have gone through with it if it meant that they would be harmed. (Granted, if one of the sticks did die, they would respawn back on Alan’s PC and that would mess up King’s plan to get Purple to steal the Cube. So who knows)
I genuinely do believe that Purple sees the Stick Figures as friends or at least good acquaintances. This is 100% because of the ending of AvLoL. Once Orange and the rest of the stick figures welcomed Purple in to play LoL with them and Green beckoned Purple forward, Purple literally jumps for joy. This is what makes me think that the friendship is genuine because Purple was alone on that screen. No one was there to see it because the group had already moved forward, so Purple decided to do that all on their own. If jumping for joy isn’t a sign of genuine happiness that I don’t know what to tell you.
I would also like to point out that when Green confronts Purple, Purple wasn’t hostile towards him. Rather, they were sheepish and seemingly tried to get around Green by gesturing they either had to go somewhere or maybe even get the rest of the group (Purple was 100% lying there but sometimes you gotta lie to avoid fighting). Of course that doesn’t work though and Green is rightfully pissed off that Purple betrayed them, Green specifically, like twice now. But rather than fight back, Purple’s focus is all on escape. It’s like the mission King sent them on was more important than dealing with an angry Green (And lets be honest, if I just saw my boss wield the power of death on a poor Piglin Brute and then yell at me to go, I’d be pretty eager to complete my task too). Purple also doesn’t even get up after Green beat them down until King gestures for them to go. And when he does that, Purple books it out of there. Again, another sign of how much power King has over Purple.
But Sammy, how can Purple still think of the Stick Figures as friends when Purple decided to betray them? I have an answer but that involves going into headcanon and theorizing territory. Which I will do in a part 2 because this is getting freaking long.
TLDR;
I think Purple is willingly or at least to an extent, purposefully helping King with his plan due to a supposed promise of shared power. Though there is a clear power difference between the two with King being the one in control and Purple having to follow along. There are signs that Purple is fearful of King’s power and is eager to do as he says. Also Purple still probably sees the Stick Figures as friends and doesn’t wish to do them harm but is still willing to betray them for their king.
So what does this all mean for the future of Purple?
HECK IF I KNOW
I’m losing my mind over a purple stick figure. I haven’t even gotten to the headcanon/theorizing portion of this analysis yet and I’m at 3 pages rn
So we’re splitting this up into 2 parts. I’ll put a link to the second part here once I finish writing it
#Sammy8D says#Alan Becker#Animation vs minecraft#avm shorts#avm ep 22#long post#Purple Stick figure#ava purple#analysis#Sammy8D Stick Stuff
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Close Your Eyes to This Disaster
Chapter 1: The Jolly Sound of Chiming Bells...
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Chose Not to Use, Rape/Non-Con
Category: Other
Fandom: Transformers G1
Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Megatron/Sideswipe, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker
Characters: Sunstreaker, Megatron, Sideswipe
Additional Tags: Dubcon, Sticky, Abusive Relationships, Mind Games, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Canon-Typical Violence
Words: 7812
It isn't so much his past catching up with him as it is returning to him with a lover’s embrace, but with who that lover is, Sunstreaker isn’t sure that is any more preferable. Now would be the perfect time for a firm “no”.
The expectant thrum of the crowd was deafening even before the fight had begun. Bright lights beamed down on the rusty arena floor, and on Sunstreaker.
As well as his opponent, of course, but by the end of this, no one would remember his opponent. The only one on their minds would be Sunstreaker, that much he promised himself. Let his performance speak for itself and burn his name into their memories.
Not that he didn’t already have a reputation, and not that it would do him any good to get ahead of himself and cocky. This wasn’t for practice, this wasn’t for fun, and this wasn’t intended to be a mismatched fight. The stakes were real, and the loser?
The loser would die.
Sunstreaker gripped his sword just that bit tighter when that thought only managed to excite him further, staring down the mech he was pitted against this time, and having the same done to him. They sized each other up with bloody intent, until…
Until the ring of a bell was transmitted into their comms, passing the noise of the spectators, and the fight began by the grace of that signal.
Focus, pain, and focus through pain. It looked like they were as evenly matched as they were meant to be, that neither could quite get ahead. The exhilaration of being one mistake away from losing his life to a worthy foe pulsed in his lines as they clashed. Metal screeched as it was torn through, sparks flew into the air, broken wiring crackled, energon spilled. It was everything it should be: a violent show for an audience that was thirsty for bloodshed and death, as well as a true challenge for him with his very life on the line. He could scarcely hear his own thoughts over the cheer, holler, and stomping of the crowds, only getting progressively louder with every brutally delivered injury.
But in the end, it was Sunstreaker, bleeding and broken but alive, that stood over the greying husk of his opponent. His vents ran ragged, fans stuttered from how many of them had been damaged, he hurt–
But he was on his pedes and his spark still rotated in its casing.
He thrust his sword into the air to the loud and enthusiastic approval of those that had witnessed his victory, letting the feeling of it sink into him–
Before he turned and left the Pit floor to give someone else the chance to test their mettle.
Sideswipe peeled himself from the wall he had been leaning against when Sunstreaker walked through the gate that opened to let him into the arena’s underbelly, and together they would have set down the dim, dirty, winding corridors towards the medical bay, had there not been an… Obstruction in their way. Sunstreaker’s helm tilted back, far back as he met the piercing red gaze of one champion.
Megatronus. Everyone had surely heard of him, seen him fight, but this?
“A fine victory,” the silvery mech commended him with an incline of his helm. Sunstreaker’s lips drew into a smirk, the haughty kind he knew many hated, the kind that made them think he was nothing but full of himself—arrogant, easy to play and take down.
“Were you expecting something less, champion?” he asked, sidestepping to get past the far larger mech. Megatronus merely mirrored his motion, though, still standing in his way.
Sunstreaker’s spark shivered with just the barest hint of irritation as he cocked an optical ridge at the other that, apparently, wasn’t intent on letting him leave just yet. “Was there something you wanted?” he asked mildly.
And like the most awful flirt in the world, Megatronus responded with, “You,” his gaze intense on Sunstreaker. Had to give it to him, he got straight to the point if nothing else, and admittedly that single word brought back some of the excitement of the fight he’d just finished.
Yet Sunstreaker merely snorted and again stepped to the side to move past the obstacle the mech had made himself. “Get in line.”
But again Megatronus moved to block his way. When Sunstreaker frowned, it was no show. Next to the quickening rotation of his spark, there was true annoyance—but indeed, also a flutter of something else. This was Megatronus, a mech of exceeding name and fame, best of the best, powerful to the last.
And he was talking to Sunstreaker. Could he be blamed for finding it a bit… Exciting?
“Go out with me,” Megatronus near purred at him. Sunstreaker blinked in genuine confusion, because certainly this level of courtship shouldn’t have needed to precede the fragging he expected Megatronus was after.
But once he recovered from his momentary surprise… “No,” came Sunstreaker’s response. When Megatronus still wouldn’t allow him to leave, Sunstreaker planted his pedes instead, crossed his arms across his chassis, and glared.
Megatronus beat him to any words. “You will.”
“Really, now?”
“Tomorrow, eighteenth cycle. Beat’s bar. Don’t be late.”
With one last look that roved from Sunstreaker’s helm to his pedes with something akin to approval, Megatronus turned around and simply left. Sunstreaker frowned after him as Sideswipe stepped up to take his place beside him again.
Turned out the champion was a presumptuous asshole. Fancy that.
“Repairs,” Sideswipe noted their need. Sunstreaker shook himself off and together they continued to their intended destination.
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And yet, he showed up exactly on the eighteenth cycle of the next day, at Beat’s bar. It was loud, dim, and crowded as always, the weight of the hot, stenching air hitting him like a physical force when he stepped through the door. A glance around the establishment, and… There he was. Megatronus, sitting alone at a table, browsing a datapad. Waiting, by all appearances.
Why was he doing this, again? Agreeing to getting ordered around? But he couldn’t deny he was intrigued. A date wasn’t in the usual script. He only wanted to find out what this was about. He could leave any time—tell Megatronus where he could shove it and be done with it.
But for now, his curiosity plagued him and Sunstreaker wove his way through the miners and gladiators to the table Megatronus had claimed, sliding into the seat opposite to him. The silver mech glanced up as he did so, and didn’t look the least bit surprised to see him.
Bastard.
“Punctual,” Megatronus commented, pushing one cube towards him. There was a second one he seemed intent on keeping for himself.
Sunstreaker ignored the cube he was offered, and instead grabbed the other one. The move earned him a raised optical ridge and Sunstreaker couldn’t tell if he imagined the slightest hint of annoyance in the champion’s field, but nothing else came out of it.
“Well, I’m here,” Sunstreaker said after taking his first sip of the sludge that passed as high grade here in the lower decks of Kaon. It was gritty, the taste was as horrid as usual, and it promised to give you one hell of a hangover, but he didn’t know a mech who wouldn’t have been fond of the slag. He didn’t know if Megatronus was any exception, but at the very least the other cube was full of the same stuff and the larger mech went to drink it without hesitation, as he should have. Time to make some demands, then. “Now what the slag do you want?”
“To get to know you, simply,” Megatronus responded, as direct as before.
Sunstreaker raised one artfully crafted optical ridge. “Get to know me? What did I do to deserve a slagging honor like this?”
“Your reputation precedes you. Exquisitely beautiful, but temperamental and dangerous—a rising gladiator no one can claim to be friends with… How does one survive with no allies? Can you fault me for my curiosity?”
“I have a twin. What do I need friends for?”
“Ah, yes, Sideswipe. Quite different from you in his conduct, is he not?”
“I see you’ve done your research.” Sunstreaker leaned back in his seat, cube in hand. Exquisitely beautiful, he said? Well, Sunstreaker wasn’t going to complain about that description. Getting called dangerous by the likes of Megatronus was admittedly gratifying as well, and temperamental… Well, he knew he was. “Should I count you as another one of my stalkers?”
“I know nothing that isn’t out in public,” Megatronus waved his slight accusation away. “And I would rather confirm the truth of matters for myself.”
“Is this just a friendly date, then?”
“Not quite. Should the things I have heard be true, I am… Interested.”
Sunstreaker smirked at the world of suggestion behind those words, setting his cube back onto the table and leaning forward to prop his elbow on the surface, and his chin on his servo. He had the interest of a champion, now? And not just any champion, but Megatronus himself? He had to consider himself flattered. “What if I say the rumors don’t do me any damn justice?”
“Then I would call you even more arrogant than they say you are.”
The twin laughed, tracing the edge of his cube with the tip of his claw. “You’ll have to try harder than that if you want to insult me.”
“Let us talk, then, so that I may learn to insult you properly.”
“Deal.”
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The twins were already skilled at the art of fighting and learned more every day, and in large part they had trainers to thank for that. They directed sparring with a heavy hand and gave instruction to coach everyone into the best showmech they could become. Sparring without their supervision was fruitful too, of course, not to mention necessary to ingrain it all into their spines until the violence was etched into their very being, so instinctual they didn’t need to question what they could and couldn’t bend their frames to.
Aside from the trainers’ teachings, there was also much to learn from others, when you squared off against them even just with practice in mind. That was all the more true when your opponent was someone more skilled than you were, and when it was Megatronus that offered to train with him? Pit, there was no way Sunstreaker was going to turn that down. Not only for the learning opportunity it was, but also for the status boost sparring with a champion provided.
And not just any champion. The champion, the mech that was talking about a revolution, taking a stand against inequality and the lower castes’ suffering, and fearlessly earning himself as many enemies as he was gaining supporters.
That mech was now sparring with Sunstreaker, and oh boy, they were not matched. The twins were good, they wouldn’t have gotten to the point they had if they weren’t, but they simply were not on the level Megatronus was.
Yet, where Megatronus could’ve simply beaten him over and over again, he instead toned down his own ability and gave Sunstreaker an honest chance to learn. He gave tips, instruction, pointed out when something Sunstreaker did could be improved upon, when he made a mistake—how to correct the mistake. It was unexpected, but far from unwelcome, and Sunstreaker ignored the overlookers they were gaining on the edges of the training ring to instead focus on the spar and only the spar. Sideswipe was among the audience, his optics sharp as he added that frame’s perspective into the mix, giving Sunstreaker a second view of what he was doing. A few times he was quite sure they even managed to catch Megatronus off guard by predicting a move Sunstreaker shouldn’t have seen coming, but that Sideswipe could catch.
But Sunstreaker couldn’t forever ignore his appreciation of Megatronus’ raw skill. The fluidity and speed of his motions even when he held back, the contained strength in everything he did, every shift of heavy plate on the frame that moved so much more smoothly than it had any right to with its sheer size in mind. As both of their systems heated from the exertion, Sunstreaker was sure his optics weren’t the only ones that progressively brightened until there was another reason for why their fans were running high.
That was all confirmed when Megatronus knocked him off his pedes like he had quite a few times already and successfully pinned him before Sunstreaker managed to move out of the way or get himself in a better position, but then, instead of releasing him so they could continue…
He brought a servo up and traced the side of Sunstreaker’s face.
Sunstreaker ignored the way his vents wanted to stutter at the deceptively gentle contact at such odds with what they were doing only seconds ago, and instead raised his optical ridges at the larger mech. “Find me as irresistible as everyone else does, huh?”
Megatronus growled, but there was an undercurrent of amusement to the sound. “Are you opposed?”
Was he? “Can’t say I am.”
“Then let’s take this elsewhere, shall we?”
Sunstreaker arched up, freeing one of his servos only because Megatronus allowed him to and dragging his claws along the larger mech’s seams. “Shy?”
There was another deep growl before Megatronus’ lips descended on his. Sunstreaker laughed into the rough, rough kiss that followed—one that made his lines sing.
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At first Megatronus’ interest was directed at Sunstreaker and Sunstreaker only, but the more time the veteran gladiator spent in his presence, the more time he also spent in Sideswipe’s presence. As it happened, the twins were never far from each other, and never apart for long. They were drawn to each other as if caught in each other’s gravity wells, incapable of escaping, not to mention unwilling of doing so. They were split-spark. They were one with so much meaning behind that one word.
Of course, a whole-spark like Megatronus wasn’t going to understand that, at least not instantaneously, and the misguided efforts to get some alone time with Sunstreaker grew tiresome very fast.
“Would you like to come back to my room?” was another time Megatronus spoke only to Sunstreaker, giving a look in Sideswipe’s direction that made it clear he wasn’t included in the invitation. Both of the twins gave him matching frowns, and this time Sunstreaker couldn’t not address the matter.
“We’re twins. Split-spark twins,” he stated flatly, “and every time you’re only inviting one frame?”
Megatronus frowned too, clearly and unsurprisingly not really understanding the point.
Or so they thought. “You’re a package deal?” And there Megatronus was, catching onto at least some of it with minimal prompting. It was a pleasant deviation from what they’d expected.
He probably didn’t get it all the way, but whatever. This was a start. “Trust me, threesomes with both of my frames are the best,” Sideswipe leered, then snickered.
“Both of your frames?” Megatronus repeated, but instead of incredulous, he mostly seemed… Fascinated.
The twins shrugged. “One spark. You don’t get two persons out of that.”
Megatronus stayed quiet for a good moment, glancing between them as if he was trying to pick their inner workings apart with his gaze alone. The twins waited him out, curious themselves over where Megatronus’ thoughts were going with this. Usually they were simply dismissed if they tried to explain themselves, others incapable of seeing over the fact they had two frames—or even when some effort was made to understand their nature, it fell flat and the end result was no more enlightened than what was started with.
They didn’t expect much better success from Megatronus, but then it wasn’t as if they needed to be understood for some casual fragging to be perfectly enjoyable. It would just be mighty nice if they weren’t constantly separated because of it.
“There is some difference between your halves,” Megatronus eventually mused. “You don’t act identical to each other. Why is that?”
Most oddly, it didn’t sound like arguing them on how their own goddamn life worked, more just stating an observation—and following it with a presumably genuine question. Did Megatronus actually want to get them? He’d probably fail miserably in that attempt, but what harm was there in humoring him, hm?
“The frames portray different aspects of my spark,” Sideswipe answered. “Think of it like… A split personality or something.”
Sunstreaker added, “The frames have to maintain separate awareness or they wouldn’t be able to function separately, but the spark-halves are tied.”
Again Megatronus stayed quiet for a while, and again when he spoke up it was with observations. “Sparks are emotion and baseline thought,” he stated the basic truth of their race’s life force, then made a good guess, “you share those?”
The brothers nodded their confirmation.
“I never see you argue,” Megatronus went on to note. “Can you argue or disagree?”
Definitely unusually astute and for the life of him Sunstreaker couldn’t say where Megatronus was pulling these not incorrect assumptions from, when he was a whole-spark like almost every damn mech out there, not even bonded as far as they knew, and simply shouldn’t have had any of the basis for understanding them. Not if any of their past experiences were to go by.
Here he was anyway, though. “Can you argue or disagree with yourself?” Sunstreaker asked in return.
Megatronus gave him a shrewd look. “Only in a sense. Not in the way I can argue with another.”
“That’s me,” Sideswipe confirmed. “Not even the frames have different opinions, and my spark doesn’t have two perspectives. The spark is united.”
“You are a strange creature,” Megatronus said after another moment of thoughtful pause. “I doubt I can ever fully understand your experience, but allow me to try.”
They blinked at him, their turn for utter confusion. When had someone even verbally dedicated themselves to understanding them? Never, that’s when.
The confusion was followed by suspicion. “Why do you care?”
“I seek to understand this world,” Megatronus answered. “All parts of it that I can. I will never grow as a person without knowledge.”
“I’m not exactly important in the grand scheme of things,” Sideswipe pointed out. “You won’t gain much by understanding me.”
“You never know. It will provide me with an additional perspective. That, and will I not earn your approval with my genuine interest?”
Sunstreaker huffed. “So that’s your angle? Worm into my good graces?”
“Am I wrong to want that?” Megatronus asked, reaching to trace Sunstreaker’s jawline—but his optics were on Sideswipe, calculating, as if he was thinking about how to do the same to him.
“It’s almost like you want more than a casual fragbuddy.”
“I am curious about you and find you attractive, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Megatronus smirked.
Sunstreaker rolled his optics, but Sideswipe clicked for attention, mischievous and lecherous with the suggestion he made, “How about that threesome, though?”
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It was a rare treat to leave the lower decks, the areas beneath Cybertron’s surface where all the gutter trash inevitably fell. However, Megatronus took them up after one of his victories which apparently gave him enough credits to splurge just a little. Considering Megatronus had already bought his own freedom despite all odds, he could actually spend the credits he now earned on himself—or on another mech of his choosing, if he was so inclined. The twins barely saw a penny of their winnings, entirely at the whim of their owner.
He should probably count himself lucky Megatronus was choosing to entertain them with his newly found funds. For sure Sunstreaker wasn’t opposed to the change in scenery as they took a transport to wherever exactly Megatronus was taking them—he refused to tell the specifics. The twins could have simply driven, or at very least they assumed they could have, depending on where they were going, but Megatronus’ alt-mode was a little less road suitable. So, transport it was.
It turned out Megatronus led them to a tower, one that the twins couldn’t see to be special in any way, but inside they went all the same. The lights here were far brighter than the twins had come to expect after however long they’d spent in Cybertron’s underbelly, speaking of the fact they weren’t in low class areas anymore. A large portion of the mecha around here were comfortably middle caste.
They had polished themselves well and good, though, so they didn’t particularly stand out and didn’t get that many looks as they walked past the stores and service fronts. Upward they traveled with the help of an elevator, until they were at the highest level of the public areas. From there Megatronus led them back outside, onto a balcony that circled the tower at this level.
They weren’t the only ones around, but that wasn’t what the twins focused on. It was the view that stole their attention. Even through the smog the city was covered in, they could make out the outlines of Kaon’s towers all around them and the lights in their countless windows, breaking through the constant pollution. Above them dirty clouds swelled and rolled, their sickly oranges, yellows, and greens reflecting the city’s lights. Fliers zipped by this high up, the sounds of traffic rising from below instead of coming from around and above.
“Slag,” Sideswipe breathed as he spun in a slow circle to take in it all. Their awe was probably reflected all over their faces and their fields, but they didn’t even care. Megatronus chuckled at them as Sideswipe rushed to the railing next, Sunstreaker on his heels, and together they leaned on it to drink in everything they saw. The smells were different up here, too. There wasn’t the same stench of oil and grime, nevermind that of spilled energon no one bothered to clean, that they were used to in the lower decks and the Pits.
Here there was only the smog.
And Sunstreaker knew exactly what he wanted to do with this. He had another look around to confirm there were benches nearby, then went to plop himself down on one and pulled out his drawing tablet. This he could capture, and would do so with eagerness.
Sideswipe didn’t particularly give a damn, but Megatronus came over to him, curious. “You draw?”
“Paint, technically, but yes.”
“Show me.”
Sunstreaker gave him a nasty glare for what was functionally an order, but he wanted to do this. Megatronus’ desires played no role in that, but he might as well watch if he wanted to.
So, the golden twin set to work to capture just what he was seeing in the city around them.
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Well… He won, but that was about the only thing that could be said about that. Walking out of the arena on your own two pedes was a must, but that was all he had managed before collapsing to his injuries. Sideswipe was the one who had moved to help him first, but Megatronus had brushed his twin aside and picked him up himself.
And here he was in the medical bay of the arena, now, with Megatronus still next to him, looking vaguely concerned. Sunstreaker had to wonder if his injuries really had been that severe, but Sideswipe confirmed that he’d nearly offlined for good a couple of times during the repairs.
Sunstreaker rolled his optics at the questioning look Megatronus gave him. “I’m tougher than I look,” he rasped, frowned at the quality of his voice, then recalled his throat had gotten quite effectively crushed. His vocalizer not working quite like it was supposed to wasn’t much of a surprise, that in mind.
“You won,” Megatronus said mildly, and Sunstreaker nodded.
“I did. Happy?”
“Quite, considering the alternative.”
Sunstreaker snorted this time, but when his gaze shifted back towards the ceiling, he caught another frowning figure a few steps away on his other side.
None other than their owner. Sunstreaker glared and would have loved to deliver some waspish words, but the slave coding silenced him. The mech’s presence wasn’t welcome, though. They far preferred when he took the hands off approach and left them to their own devices as long as they performed well enough.
“That was pathetic, Sunstreaker. Yes, yes, you won, congratulations, but you were not on your usual level,” the mech growled at him. Sunstreaker would have rolled his optics, were he capable of such disrespect. An evil optic was all he could give, until, “Don’t give me that look, Sunstreaker.”
At once his expression smoothed itself out, but only for there to be a thunderous growl that certainly didn’t come from him. Sunstreaker glanced back to Megatronus to see him rising from the seat he had been occupying, and although he was barely inches taller than their owner, he managed to loom with… Titillating effectiveness. Sunstreaker swallowed as he watched the glare Megatronus directed at their owner, who shrank back despite himself. “He won. You got your payment. Now I suggest you leave.”
The grinding of their owner’s denta was audible, but the mech nodded briskly before stalking out of the room with just a hissed, “We will have words later,” directed at the brothers.
Megatronus growled after him, but sat back down. Sunstreaker reached for his face, brushing the claw of his thumb across the larger mech’s lips with a wry smile. “You know I’ll be the one who’ll get in trouble for that.”
“And if you do, you come to me and I will set things straight,” Megatronus snarled in answer, catching his servo in his far, far larger one and giving it a squeeze. Sunstreaker huffed a laugh and Sideswipe padded over to drape himself along Megatronus’ shoulders.
“Thought’s appreciated,” the red twin said with a grin, planting a kiss on the side of Megatronus’ helm. Their lover rumbled almost softly.
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Megatronus had gotten in the habit of treating Sideswipe quite gently, and they weren’t opposed to that. From anyone else it may have been unwelcome, too touchy-feely coming from just any random mech, even a friend, but they were sort of beyond that point with Megatronus—much to everyone’s mutual pleasure. It was never more apparent than now, with Sideswipe moaning softly below Megatronus, slow, deep thrusts driving the larger mech into his brother’s frame over and over again. It was a slow climb towards an overload, one Sideswipe was rather enjoying with a blissed out expression, and from his look, so was Megatronus.
Sunstreaker barely managed to keep his face neutral where he sat in a chair to the side, drawing that very scene—his twin nearly hidden under their lover’s sheer bulk as they interfaced, slow and steady. There was so much strength contained in Megatronus’ frame, yet in the moment he chose to use barely any of it, his hips just cautious enough in their motion and his arms braced on either side of Sideswipe, keeping him off of him. Sideswipe could have wiggled free any moment, but why would he have? He stayed right where Megatronus could herd his wits to the four winds with nothing but the motion of his hips.
It was a moment worth capturing.
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“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Megatronus’ growl was a vicious thing and Sunstreaker had to glance back just to confirm it was directed at him. Not that there was anyone else present aside from him and Sideswipe, but frankly, Sunstreaker had no idea what they would have done to earn a tone like that.
“Notice what?” Sunstreaker asked with a frown, going back to viewing his reflection from the dim mirror in their room. It was a near useless thing, but combined with Sideswipe’s optics it still provided him with a good enough overview of his frame, and more importantly, his finish. He was shining now, though that never lasted long in the environment they were in. All the work that went into maintaining his dear looks…
“Don’t feign ignorance,” Megatronus continued in that same voice that promised nothing good, drawing Sunstreaker’s attention from the mirror properly. Before he could again ask for some fragging clarification, Megatronus had already closed the distance between them, looming over him and spitting his accusation. “Do you make a habit of encouraging others’ advances where I can’t see it?”
Oh, for frag’s sake… Sunstreaker turned around fully, facing the larger mech and landing his servos on his hips. “Listen here, you ass,” he growled, “I have no pitting clue what you’re talking about. I haven’t ‘faced anyone else since we went exclusive, as we slagging well agreed.”
Megatronus forced him back a step until he was nearly pinned against the mirror, the larger gladiator’s servo slamming into the wall next to it and him. Sunstreaker’s optics narrowed, but Megatronus showed no signs of calming the frag down. “So you only lead others on?” Megatronus hissed at him. “Let them grope you a little, but it’s alright because you don’t full on interface with them, hmm?”
Sunstreaker threw his arms up in frustration. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m hot as fresh slag, and some take that as too big of an invitation,” he snarled right back at their clearly a little too jealous lover. “I make a habit of punching them somewhere painful for it, but I can’t always prevent it ahead of time. That’s not satisfactory? The pit more do you want?”
Megatronus leaned down and Sunstreaker met his burning gaze without waver all through the larger mech’s growled response, “You belong to me, and I don’t like others touching what is mine.”
At that point Sunstreaker’s lips drew into a sneer and he copied Megatronus’ move and leaned in. “If you haven’t noticed, we already have an owner, and it’s not you,” he pointed out, voice cold. Oh how he would have preferred to not belong to anyone—not even Megatronus. Not in that way. What he wouldn’t give to be his own master and not have contracts or possessive lovers telling him otherwise.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting for a reminder like that, but he wasn’t sure it was Megatronus closing the rest of the distance between them and crashing their lips together. Sunstreaker grimaced when the larger mech’s denta came into play immediately, painfully grazing his dermal plating. It distracted him enough that he wasn’t fast enough to dodge when Megatronus’ servos closed around the arms Sunstreaker brought up to push the massive bastard away. From there he was no match to Megatronus’ strength and size and could do little when he was slammed against the wall—next to the mirror instead of against it, luckily—and lifted until his pedes didn’t meet the ground, but where he would’ve been in the perfect position to wrap his legs around Megatronus’ middle.
Was that where this was going? “Let the slag go of me,” Sunstreaker growled, but the parting of his lips only had Megatronus’ slagging glossa shove in.
He bit down on it without fanfare, earning himself a roar from Megatronus’ engine. The grip on him shifted until Megatronus could securely hold him up with one arm only, the other slipping between his thighs and… This was definitely going there. The roar of Sunstreaker’s engine fought to match Megatronus’, even if it never could.
Megatronus pulled back from his mouth enough to growl a simple, “Open.”
“Go frag yourself,” Sunstreaker hissed at him, fury surging all the higher when Megatronus’ claws pressed against the seams of his valve cover with painful force.
The only response he got was another growl and those claws sank into the seams. Sunstreaker’s helm fell back against the wall with a pained grunt, but when Megatronus twisted with the apparent intent of ripping the whole damn panel off, Sunstreaker hurriedly transformed it aside before it was bent so far out of shape it couldn’t have done that anymore.
There was no preparation. No preparation whatsoever, just Megatronus releasing his spike and thrusting in with one uncaring stroke. Sunstreaker squirmed between him and the wall, hissing at the tearing pain at his insides when his lover’s always a little too big spike scraped against barely damp walls. His claws dug into silver plating, as much as he knew that wouldn’t do him any good, not with the thickness of Megatronus’ armor. The only good reason for it was to ground himself on something when Megatronus set to frag him, hard. It tore at his inner sensors until there was barely even the slightest hint of pleasure left. His ventilations became ragged from anything but arousal.
Megatronus gave no quarter before he overloaded after too long, torturous moments, Sunstreaker grimacing at the feel of hot transfluid against his abraded valve walls. Only once the charge had fully dissipated from his damned lover’s frame did Megatronus pull away, anger still in his optics. Sunstreaker’s valve was blessedly abandoned, but when Megatronus simply dropped him to the floor, the lancing pain from his core made sure Sunstreaker’s legs wouldn’t carry him and he fell to his knees.
That did nothing to help with his own anger, and Sunstreaker would have bet his optics were even more fierce than Megatronus’ when he lifted his gaze to the mech looming over him.
“Out,” Sunstreaker growled, stretching out one arm to point a digit at the goddamn door. “Get the frag out of my room.”
Surprisingly, Megatronus obeyed—without an apology, without a single backwards glance. He left.
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It always felt like an invasion when their owner came to the room of the Pits they called their own. It was their room, and it didn’t matter slag that technically the fragging mech had a right to it because he owned the twins and everything they could possibly claim to belong to them. Their room included.
But here he was now, with the brothers sitting on their berth and their visitor in the one chair in the room.
“Megatronus,” the mech spoke, watching for their reaction.
They gave none, so he continued, “He’s becoming a distraction to you. You need to focus on your careers, not on pointless dalliances. It’s your lives at stake.”
Only because you keep signing me into deathmatches.
But they could hardly accuse their dear owner of that much. Even the truth of, “He gives us training,” was a hard thing to force past the slave coding, but Sunstreaker did so anyway.
Their owner frowned. “Enough to balance out the amount of time you spend with him? No. Your relationship with him needs to end.”
Sunstreaker closed his optics as the slave coding registered that and worked to put it in effect. It was a little too complex of an order for it to force it upon them entirely. They could work around it with some effort, if they wanted to.
He wasn’t sure if their owner knew as much, but there were always other orders he could pile on top to really make it impossible for them to stay in a “relationship” with Megatronus.
“Do you understand me?” the mech demanded still.
“I understand,” Sunstreaker said, Sideswipe repeating the same words next to him. His brother watched their owner nod in satisfaction and Sunstreaker opened his optics in time to watch him leave.
“Don’t forget,” was all they were told in parting before they had their room for themselves again.
After silence and stillness had stretched on for a while, Sideswipe stated, “Megatronus can do something about that. If I want him to.”
“I want him to,” Sunstreaker confirmed, setting his jaw. Their damn owner wouldn’t choose who they had relations with, even if they needed to fix the matter in a roundabout fashion.
Their decision made, Sideswipe pulled up Megatronus’ commlink without wasting any more time and pinged for his attention. The connection was opened almost immediately.
“Can you come by tonight?” was all Sideswipe asked. There was a brief pause on Megatronus’ end before he confirmed he could do that–
And that night he did indeed come over, the twins opening the door for him. Their lover was already wearing a frown, likely having caught onto something being off. He was many things, but dumb wasn’t one of them.
“What’s the matter?” he asked almost as soon as the door had closed after him.
Sunstreaker gushed air from his vents. “Our owner wants us to end our relationship with you,” was all he needed to say for Megatronus to understand everything he needed to. His face darkened like a storm cloud, a growl rising from his engine.
“I will have… Words with him.”
As they had hoped. The brothers nodded and Megatronus moved further into the room until he could circle behind Sideswipe, his servos landing on the red twin’s shoulders and running along his plating. “How firm is the order, currently?”
“Not very. Yet,” Sideswipe murmured, tilting his helm back to look up at Megatron. “But he can make it more specific.
Megatronus’ mouth set into a thin line and he nodded, his touch on Sideswipe turning just that bit more possessive—suggestive. They weren’t opposed to it and Megatronus went on to prove to no one in particular that they wouldn’t be parted quite so easily.
The next day, their owner came by to rescind his order, a little dinged and shaky.
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“I could buy your contracts.”
Sunstreaker looked up from his painting. Megatronus was already looking at him and that… Didn’t sound like a joke. In fact, it sounded like Megatronus was very serious with that thought, as if he’d already considered it for a while.
The twins had nothing more to offer him than matching frowns, though. “I’m sure you could,” Sunstreaker agreed on that much, only to continue, “but you won’t.”
“Why would I not? Would you not be glad to be rid of your owner?”
Their frowns deepened. “Only to have you as our owner instead? We’d be in the exact same spot. Nothing would change. So no, thank you.”
“Nothing would change?” Megatronus growled. “Having someone who cares about you holding your legal contracts would change nothing?”
“The contracts would still exist,” Sunstreaker snarled right back. “Even if you didn’t actually use them, I’d slagging well owe you. My entire fragging life, in fact. I will not be indebted to you like that.”
It looked like their lover was quickly growing frustrated, as if he’d assumed it was a given that they would agree with… What? Joyful jumps? Grateful kisses? Thankful frags?
Well, slag that.
“You’re not thinking with reason,” Megatronus let him know, earning himself Sunstreaker’s full glare, not that it discouraged him any. “If you set aside your emotions for a moment, you would see that is the perfect arrangement.”
“Perfect for you, maybe!” Sunstreaker set his drawing tablet aside before he harmed it in his rising temper, jabbing a digit in Megatronus’ chest. “You’d fragging own me, and legally you could do whatever the frag you wanted with me.”
“Do you not trust my intentions?”
“Honestly? Not slagging enough.”
That was probably over the line a bit. Megatronus growled with his entire frame, but this wasn’t the right moment to back the frag down. Instead Sunstreaker drove the stake deeper, pressing the tip of his claw against Megatronus’ chestplates. “Let me make myself very clear: you buy my contracts and I will find a way beat it the slag out of this whole damn city and leave you behind. Mark my slagging words.”
Megatronus glared at him, an expression Sunstreaker fully matched. It wouldn’t be an easy trick to pull off, but at this point he trusted Megatronus knew them to be crafty enough that they might just succeed in it no matter the cost—and even if they didn’t, it would leave their relationship in permanent ruins, something he doubted their lover actually wanted or would be willing to risk.
That was the hope, anyway.
Megatronus didn’t answer him, at least not verbally, though the rough servo that wrapped around the back of Sunstreaker’s helm and pulled him into an equally rough kiss was probably answer enough. He wasn’t let off that easy, either, because Megatronus pulled him up and broke their kiss only to yank him around and press Sunstreaker’s chest against the nearest wall. Hard. “You are unreasonably stubborn,” was hissed into his audial and his legs were kicked apart to make room for Megatronus’ servo between them. “I try to help you, and you turn it down without any true consideration.” Sunstreaker retracted his valve cover before he was relieved of it entirely, the one and only concession he made before he was lifted for Megatronus to line up their arrays. The fact Sunstreaker had next to no lubrication was likely right according to Megatronus’ current desires—the entry chafed in the worst ways and he couldn’t entirely silence his groan.
“Do you not see my love for you?” Megatronus grunted on his next thrust in. Sunstreaker growled, but his lover continued, “Everything I would do for you? Instead you lay down misguided ultimatums and think you know best.”
“It’s my life,” Sunstreaker hissed, twisting in Megatronus’ hold as the burn in his valve worsened with every harsh thrust. “Like it or not, I should get to choose how it goes.”
“I should let you make decisions to your own detriment?” Megatronus growled, the next snap of his hips particularly punishing.
Sunstreaker’s claws dug into the wall, but he held his ground. “Yes. They’re my mistakes to make and my consequences to live with.”
“Don’t you see I only want to protect you?”
“Well, don’t. It’s—hngh—my right to live and make mistakes. You won’t take that away from me.”
“Stubborn you are, my dear,” Megatronus snarled at him. Sunstreaker’s back arched from fresh hell when his love angled his thrusts differently, and sped his pace up.
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“You scheduled goddamn frame edits for us?”
Megatronus barely bothered to glance up from whatever he was writing and the blatant dismissal only made Sunstreaker angrier. “There are improvements that can be made to your frames,” was all the answer he got before Megatronus went right back to whatever he was working on.
Sunstreaker stalked up to his desk and slammed his servo down over his lover’s datapad hard enough that the screen splintered. “I never agreed to this. Some of them are external edits. You fragging bastard, I already like how I look.”
The look Megatronus gave him was chilly to say the least, but true to form, Sunstreaker wasn’t cowed one bit. “As I said, improvements can be made,” Megatronus simply said.
“And who defines what’s an improvement?” Sunstreaker grit out, shoving at Megatronus’ shoulder. “You? They’re my fragging frames.”
“Did you even have a look at the order?” Megatronus asked from him, aggravated. Good for him, Sunstreaker was pretty damn aggravated himself. That made two of them.
“I did, but that’s entirely beside the point.”
“Is it? Did you not like them?”
“I don’t like that you’re trying to dictate what the pit I look like!” Sunstreaker straightened to his full height and crossed his arms across his chassis, but even so he didn’t exactly manage to be taller than Megatronus. Didn’t matter. “My life, my frames, my looks. I choose them, and you’re not fragging going to play my damn owner, trying to tell me what I am or am not to look like.”
“Did you not like them?” Megatronus demanded more firmly, his glare as intense as Sunstreaker’s. Their staring contest was true, neither backing down.
“That’s beside the point. You didn’t have permission.”
Before Megatronus could answer to that, there was a ping at his door. Sunstreaker glanced over his shoulder to see it slide aside to reveal… Soundwave. That probably meant there was some important rebellion business to be discussed. Just when were Megatronus and his supporters planning to make their big move, anyway? Sunstreaker couldn’t remember, and in the moment, couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Cancel them,” he growled at Megatronus before he turned on his heel and marched to the door, “I’m not showing up anyway,” then past Megatronus’ second who moved to the side to let him through.
Frame edits his fragging ass… Not while his spark still pulsed.
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“No. I’m fragging well going, and that’s final. Slag you.”
“I will not have who knows what manner of filthy servos pawing you,” Megatron snarled at him. His fist slamming into the wall next to him would have been more of a deterrent if Sunstreaker wasn’t able to simply slip under it. Something good out of their size difference…
But they’d been here before and Megatron made a grab at him when he tried to escape the revolutionist’s clutches—successfully escape, despite that. He danced out of Megatron’s reach, glaring the whole way, twice as hard when Megatron began to stalk towards him, angling just right to block his exit.
“It’s a party. That’s part of the drill. I won’t frag anyone as you slagging well know, and some groping? If I can live with it, you can live with it too. They’re my slagging frames.”
Megatron’s optics darkened with sheer anger, and this was one argument where it was unlikely either of them would just give, wasn’t it? The brothers wanted to go out and enjoy a nice evening with some fragging friends—let the high grade flow and music pound—and Megatron was intent on being the possessive bitch he always was. They never reached an agreement in these matters.
“Do you not find my attention enough?” Megatron asked from him, constantly advancing, and Sunstreaker constantly retreating. “Do you need to go seek the approval of strangers on top of it?”
“Pits, I don’t need anyone telling me I’m fragging beautiful, thanks. All I want is to go drink and dance. That is not too much to ask. No, wait. I’m not asking. I’m going.”
They glared at each other, but he managed to stay ahead of Megatron enough that he wasn’t grabbed and most likely ‘faced through the floor or something of equal pleasantness.
“Why is it so hard to understand I don’t want something of mine tainted?” Megatron demanded from him, his face and his field speaking of his fury. How dare Sunstreaker disobey him so, yada yada. It was the same old song and dance.
“I’d listen to that argument if I was about to ‘face someone, but some groping isn’t going to do a damn thing,” Sunstreaker growled. His optics didn’t flick to the door, he didn’t project his plan before he’d already set it in motion—dashing past Megatron when the opening was big enough, before his lover could physically stop him as he was so damn eager to do.
He made it to the door, and he made it through the door before he turned back just enough to snarl his final, vicious, “And you’ll just have to live with it, love.”
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