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My stance on Autism Speaks
So yesterday, my mother sent me a photo of a page on the Autism Speaks website. It said that they have removed “finding a cure for autism” from their vocabulary. On the same page they stated that they did not support eugenics.
I went on their page to do more research on what they’re saying now. They have a page addressing their awful (and quite traumatizing) “I Am Autism” video. They apologized for it and apologized to anyone that “was offended”.
So what am I saying here?
I do not support Autism Speaks. I never will. Despite their apologies, they do not acknowledge all their wrongdoings. Even if they did, nothing will be able to make up for it. So, that being said, my stance remains the same:
If you support Autism Speaks, GET OFF MY FUCKING BLOG.
#q is dead#from the bitty jar#important#autism#neurodiversity#neurodivergent#autistic#autistic things#audhd#autism speaks#fuck autism speaks#they suck#actually autistic#serious post
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Bottle of Toxic Fumes & Pumpkin Peye
went through a few concepts for fumes
considered pig in a blanket [sausage], pig in a blanket [actual pig], a smurf
i think i like the silly bottle on his head tho, bc fumes is v low effort for this [but he doesnt want peye to feel silly by himself :) ]
#bittybones#bitty halloween#bitty peye#bitty fumes#glass jar has the bottom cut out#probably found it from a fancy light garland#skelekins art#hes basically a bottled fart
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Kidnapped......By Choice
And I am back guys. Sorry for the super long hiatus. Will finish Moo Moo part 2 right after I release this small drabble/one shot hybrid (going to call them DRAB-ONE from now on😆)
pairing: Kidnapper Jungkook x chubby oblivious , super nonchalant Y/N
4th DAY OF CHRISTMAS
(DRAB-ONE)
Trigger: mention of trafficking
As usual, little to no proofreading
Could a girl never get some peace and quiet in this freaking world? I shifted from side to side, attempting to catch sleep but the raucous noise of the dinner party beneath my room prevented me from even drifting off.
As I felt myself slowly succumb into the warm embrace of a peaceful slumber, I heard the sudden thud of my window swing open. BAM! BAM!
WTF?!!! THIS BITCH WAS GOING TO GET IT NOW??!!! WHO THE FUCK WAS OUT TO MAKE ME A SLEEPLESS , STRESS RIDDEN LITTLE TROLL?!!!
That's when I saw him standing against the window, almost a silent specter. Well built thick thighs encased in black leather , check. White ski mask barely showing a peek of pink luscious lips, check. Strong shoulders and arms outlined by a dark leather jacket tapering down to reveal an itty, bitty tiny waist, check.
As I literally gobbled his form up with my eyes, the man sauntered over, as a fluid as a panther towards me. "Hey, hey, dude. Stay right there man. I'm a nervous farter. I wouldn't want to fart on you and make you suffer from inhaling the noxious fumes that come out of my ass".
He quirked one of his eyebrows up seemingly trying to hold laughter in, as he rumbled out in a deep masculine voice that made my panties suspiciously moist, "That is seriously all you have to say to an intruder who has come into your bedroom at night? You are warning him that you might fart? That is your threat"?
I put one hand on my head, growling out in impatience, "Look bro, I wouldn't be warning you if it actually wasn't a weapon of mass destruction. You picked the wrong one tonight. I could ruin your sense of smell so bad that you would think a jar of pickles smell like petunias. Don't test the power of the FLATULENCE. OK"?
I slapped my ass vehemently to prove a point......and also assert dominance. Who the hell did this handsome, drool-worthy dude bro think he was, walking in on me in a ripped stained crop top and sleep shorts that had been swallowed by my ass from behind? I had never been so indecently clothed in the presence of a man. And worst of all, a stranger at that.
However, none of this bravado stopped him in his path as he stood right in front of me. His dark eyes glinted like two twinkling stars in the night sky. "Look little lady, it is better if you cooperate. You are right now being kidnapped, why don't you actually show preservation skills and some healthy dose of fear"?
I snorted, clearly making him surprised as he glared at me in confusion, "There ain't anything small about me man. Everything is large or extra large. Not a small bone in my body since I was 10 years old. Now, why don't you move out of my way before I sit on you and suffocate you with my fat cells and bad odor".
Mirth filtered through his eyes as he seemed to be holding back a laugh. Before I could blink, he restrained my arms behind me. As usual my weak arm strength (can't even do a push up) made me as moldable as jello. He tied my wrists with rope and shoved me onto the bed.
I felt super annoyed. First of all, I wasn't getting sleep. Number two, I wasn't even that pretty enough for him to kidnap and sell into any human trafficking. The trafficker would take one look at me, spit in my chubby face, and shove me back where I came from. That would be the first time, they would want a refund. Well everything has a first I guess.
Before I could sit up on the bed and catch my bearings, he had taken off his mask. My jaw fell open and I swear I started drooling. Jungkook? The hot high school senior that I had been mooning over for close to three years? Why was he trying to kidnap me? Wait......why was I resisting? This was a dream come true.
My mood completely switched as I had a grin on my face, brimming with happiness, "Hey, Jungkook-ssi , why don't you kidnap me a little faster and harder...if you catch my drift"?
He looked bewildered as his piercings shined in the dim light, "You..you aren't scared of what is going on right now"?
I kicked my chubby feet into the air in excitement, cheeks blushing, "I have always wanted to be abducted by you, so I don't mind. So, where are you taking me .....and what depraved activities do you have in mind. Would you mind taking me away for a month, at least till math finals are over"? I winked at him, entreating him to give me an answer.
He stood there, paralyzed in shock as he gritted out, teeth clenched, "This was just supposed to be a prank, your brother dared me to do it for 500 bucks". Tears slipped down my face, lips pouting. "What do you mean Jungkook-ssi? Do you mean that you were never supposed to rail me roughly into oblivion? This was all a set-up"?
Not able to deal with my fake crying, he started trying to reassure me, "No Y/N, it was just a light hearted prank, and I needed the money. Please don't misunderstand, I never meant to harm you. I was just supposed to get you scared enough and have the drone camera outside the window record it".
I peered out the window and saw the drone. My expression fell flat, and I felt glum...disappointed at the outcome. I wanted to be roughly porked like in those dark romance novel books with the mafia leaders who were kidnappers. Well, a girl can have here fantasies I guess, but maybe they were never meant to be.
I sullenly sighed, "Ok then Jungkook-ssi. Now that you got the reaction, why don't you leave? I am tired and sleepy. If you don't do it, it is ok. I will just find someone else to do it".
He seemed relieved, till he heard the last line of what I said. His eyes became frantic, smoldering with anger and lips in a hard straight line as he spit out, "What do you mean someone else"?
I yawned, settling back under the covers, rubbing my eyes, "Are you slow or something Jungkook-ssi. I thought my noncon kidnapping kink would be satisfied today and I could knock it off my checklist. But I guess I just have to find someone to pound me from behind, in a ski mask propped onto a window-sill. It just won't be you. Perhaps....Hoseok-ssi, he did grin my way last week in dance club. Maybe he would be interested".
As my eyes closed slowly, head sinking onto the pillow below I felt a weight dip onto the bed and my wrist pinned onto either side of the bed. I opened my eyes suddenly, to be met with Jungkook's feral grin right above me. I tried batting him away, irritated. What did he want now? His big veiny hands grabbed me by my wrists as his hot breath ghosted my neck. He panted with exertion as he continued in a lethal tone, "I will kill any man who dares touch you. Don't test me sweetheart. I am the only one who gets to have you against a window-sill".
I snorted, amused at his antics. He hadn't looked my way in the past 3 years that I had devotedly followed him around campus. And now suddenly after a stupid bet, he was possessive over me. Nonsense. Balderdash. I turned around on my side, pushing my bed covers higher on my body. This tomfoolery at 12 am was not what I wanted to hear. I drawled out groggily, "Like you would be attracted to my sagging granny panty clad ass. Just go back man. Had enough of lies for today".
Suddenly, I felt cold air abruptly filter onto my pussy and butt. Startled, I looked up to see my damp panties in his vascular hands. Smirking deviously as he rubbed my clit slowly with his calloused finger, spreading the moisture around, making me mewl and clutch at his coat, he whispered against my neck, "What made you think that granny panties would stop me sweetheart"?
#chubby reader#bts x plus size reader#bts x reader#comedy#bts x chubby reader#little smut#smidge of smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook x chubby reader#jungkook x curvy reader#bts#bts fanfic#jungkook fanfic
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i’m back with another inceltaru ask since i’m obsessed…ik you’ve talked about it before, but i’m wondering if he ever gets reader just high out of her mind so he can take advantage of it…and maybe film her giggling and being all dazed and stupid because he finds it cute and he likes to embarrass her….
-🕷️ >_< (also this is v random but i love that u make ur stories with a chubby or chubby implied reader, since i’m not really on the skinny side, and pair that with also being v short..anyways…ty lov uuu!!)
EHEHEHEH INCELTARU!! ^u^ he’s the cutest even if he’s nasty!! WAHHHH AND THANK YOU!! i’ve got some chub on my bones so my readers are always imagined as a bit bigger!! it’s always made me real insecure when i can tell a reader is written as someone itty bitty when i’m just… not… ruins the immersion for me at least!! i’ve got no problems with anyone that does but i’ve always found it impacts my ability to actually put myself in the readers position!! anyways… taru!!
ahem… of course he does!! inceltaru isn’t very subtle with the pressure he puts in you with these things. he’ll taunt you for being nervous or scared of smoking until you give in and let him put the blunt to your lips, cooing about how it’s best you let him hold it so your pretty fingers don’t get burned!! his nails are blackened with all the times he’s accidentally lit them up too and he’s got plenty of scars across his finger tips and knuckles to match.
“awh, c’monnnnm… you’re not scared, are you? it’s me y’know? you think i’d ever hurt my angel? just a couple hits, promise. it’ll feel so good…”
he’s whispering low as he eases you into it. praise flowing equally as fast as his snide comments, fingers brushing along your bottom lip as you inhale. he’s holding your jaw with the other hand, telling you just how pretty you look with the smoke curling past your mouth. inceltaru is a slave to shotgunning as well. he’ll take longer and deeper hits before slotting his mouth against yours, waiting to exhale until you’ve relaxed against him so sweetly. he groans at the way you take the smoke from his own mouth.
in terms of recording, he’s got a million cameras so take your pick!! though if it’s up to him, he’s pulling out a shitty camcorder from the back of a random drawer to take low quality videos that just so happen to highlight the glaze over your eyes and add the perfect amount of crunchy audio to the cutest giggles you let out. he’s trained on your face through the small hole of the camera, sliding his fingers across your face simply admiring the way you melt in his hands and maybe, certainly, he’s a bit hard below the belt. inceltaru may even bust out a couple polaroids of you to keep in whatever wallet or jars he’s got hanging around!!
#cw: incel#cw: drugs#inceltaru#incel childe#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin smut#🕷️ anon my beloved <3#chit chats
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love at first sight
mushy may ; day four (approx. 1k words)
under the cut or on ao3
itty bitty nsfw section towards the end
“...But if we can’t get enough people, then we might as well not even ha–” Dewdrop pauses mid-sentence and stops in his tracks, pawing frantically at Mountain’s arm as he points shakily in the direction of two of the most beautiful creatures he’s ever seen in either of his lives. “Who. Are they.”
They—whoever they are, although Dew thinks they’re multi and water ghouls respectively—are walking across the abbey grounds hand in hand, talking and laughing with each other. He’s enamoured with the way the multi ghoul throws his head back when he laughs, and Dew can’t stop his eyes from roving over the water ghoul’s delicate blush and subtle smirk. They’re gorgeous, the pair of them. Dewdrop wants them both to sink their teeth into him.
(In reality, he thinks that maybe—just maybe—what he really wants to do is be horribly domestic with the pair of them. He wants to have movie nights in a comfortable bedroom they all share, go on silly, ridiculous dates, and let himself be reeled further and further in by their charms until he falls horribly, wonderfully, irrevocably in love with both of them. He thinks he’s already halfway there.)
Mountain turns—frustratingly slowly—and follows the line of Dew’s arm until his gaze falls upon the two newest summons; the ones he helped name. “Oh.” He shouldn’t be surprised that Dew hasn’t met them yet, but the realisation that he doesn’t know who their new pack members are is jarring, somehow. “That’s just Rain and Swiss. They’re the new summons I was telling you about.”
Dewdrop turns and gapes at him. “They’re pack?” There’s no way; no fucking way two creatures of such perfection are a part of his pack.
Mountain nods. “Mhmm. Rain’s water, Swiss is a multi. We summoned them both two, maybe three, days ago.”
With a surprising show of strength, Dewdrop pulled Mountain down to his level, making direct and, quite frankly, jarring eye contact as he spoke. “Mountain. Are they a part of our pack?”
“Yeah, sundew.” Mountain nodded as well as he could with his face sandwiched in between Dewdrop’s small hands. “They’re pack. According to Copia, Rain’s going to be on bass and Swiss is–”
Dewdrop shrieked and sped away from the earth ghoul and towards Rain and Swiss as fast as his legs would allow him.
“Oi! Oi, oi!” The sound of Mountain’s footsteps echoed through the halls, right behind him. “Dew, get back here! Leave them alone, you fucking menace!” Despite Mountain’s seemingly heard words, Dewdrop could hear the telltale shake of laughter in the earth ghoul’s voice. His hypothesis that Mountain was laughing was further proven when the earth ghoul’s footsteps slowed to a stop, and Mountain’s wheezy cackles reverberated through the hallway.
Dewdrop whooped as he got further away from Mountain, which in turn, caught the attention of Swiss and Rain. They turned to face the source of their disturbance, and for the second time that morning, Dewdrop found himself skidding to a halt, in awe of their collective beauty.
Swiss began walking towards him and grinned as he took in Dewdrop’s extremely flustered appearance. Sathanas, Dewdrop was going to pass the fuck out if the multi ghoul kept looking at him like that, and that would be the opposite of the good first impression Dewdrop wanted to make. As if Swiss’ hopelessly charming smile wasn’t already enough for Dewdrop’s poor love-stricken brain to handle, Rain smirked at him as he moved to join Swiss, and Dewdrop was sure he felt his knees buckle under the weight of the water ghoul’s amused gaze.
“Hey, doll.” Sathanas, Swiss’ voice was so hot it should have been illegal. “We met before?”
Dewdrop opened his mouth to answer but Rain beat him to it. “I think this is the little flame Mountain was telling us about. Dewdrop, right?”
“Y– yeah…” Dewdrop could only hope that his brain wasn’t short-circuiting too badly, and that his words were still coherent enough for the ghouls in front of him to understand. “You– you know who I am?” He cursed his inability to speak without stumbling over his words. So much for wanting to make a good first impression…
“‘Course we do, doll. Mountain’s told us all about you.”
Uh oh.
“All good things, of course,” Rain added, kindly alleviating Dewdrop’s fears. “Well, mainly good things.” …Mostly alleviating them.
“Wanna walk with us? Show us around a few places?” Swiss asked, reaching out to grab Dewdrop’s hand. “I know Rainy’s dying to see the lake.”
“You haven’t been shown the lake yet?” That was odd. The lake was usually one of the first places around the Abbey water ghouls were given the tour of.
Rain shrugged his shoulders. “Not yet. Show us, won’t you?” The water ghoul made a point of grabbing onto Dewdrop’s other hand. Sathanas, he wasn’t going to survive these two.
“Y– yeah, of course.” Clearly the hand holding had set off his flustered stutters again. “Uhm, follow me?” It came out as more of a question, but when he set off down the well-beaten track that led down towards the lake, both ghouls followed eagerly behind him, each of them still holding his hands.
He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, and he found himself coming up with half-baked plans for future dates on the lake’s shore. He and Swiss sitting together on a picnic blanket on the dock, feeding bites of fruit and sips of drink to Rain each time he came back up to the surface for a chat. Rain and Swiss gently coaxing him into the shallows, rewarding him with kisses for every difficult step that moves him further into the water.
He tried to stop his mind from coming up with anything too irrational—like Swiss holding Dewdrop’s back to his chest, playing with his little cock while Rain fucks into his cunt, both of them praising him for being so good for them; so pretty as he takes all the pleasure they want to give him—but each new thought his brain conjured up had him almost giddy with excitement.
Baby steps, he needed to remind himself. First, show them the lake. Then he could think about loving them both into eternity as much as his heart desired.
#mushy may#day four baybeee#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#swiss ghoul#swissraindrop#mountain ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#husband ficlets
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Hey Luna!!! 👋
I love your writing, especially when it's Eddie, you write him so good and I fall in love with him even more.
If its not too much, may I request (it can be a story or headcanons, whatever you like) about Eddie being a dad.
I love you
hi babes! several people requested dad!eddie, so i’m excited to write this! i’m gonna do headcanons/bullets for this just to shake it up lol
when you first tell eddie you’re pregnant, he’s a little nervous
ok he’s a LOT nervous cos he’s worried he won’t be a good dad cos his dad wasn’t good to him
but then he remembers how good wayne is to him and he knows that he’s got a good role model in wayne and he’s not as worried anymore
but he’s still shitting bricks cos like. oh my god he’s gonna be a father. in nine months he’s gonna have a little boy or girl. what the fuck
he’ll never admit it and always says all he wants is a healthy baby, but he wishes so badly to have a girl
throughout your pregnancy, he’s there for you for everything, helping you stand up and sit down, making food for you, letting you cuddle him when you want and giving you space when you want it
he’s the type of father that like: you wake him up at 3am cos you have a craving for pickles and he’ll go to the 7-11 in his pajamas to get you a jar of pickles
he goes to those trendy lamaze classes with you and sorta laughs a little at how ridiculous it feels to be doing the breathing exercises, but he knows how important it is to you and sees that it soothes you, so he’s tolerant of it
all of your friends help you throw a baby shower and when you tear up at the itty bitty baby clothes and toys, eddie rubs your shoulders and wipes up your tears
“look at this onesie, sweetheart, it’s so little, babies aren’t that small, are they?”
i can see your baby being a premmie baby, and you’re woken up early in the morning by the cramps and contractions
you roll over and wake eddie up, and he’s up in an instant, a little wild-eyed and sleepy but he’s up and packing a bag and helping you into the van
he’s with you the entire time you’re in the hospital and like. without getting too graphic, he helps wherever he can
he’s asked if he wants to cut the umbilical cord and at first he refuses but then he agrees cos he’ll never have that opportunity ever again
he got his baby girl
he holds your small small small baby so tenderly and his eyes get watery when they cry, and he shushes them and pouts “no no, no crying, please”
you name her violet, tiny little violet munson
eddie never wants to put her down when you get home, he always wants to hold her and carry her and kiss her forehead
she has a little personality from the first moment, and she knows what she likes and doesn’t like, and she LOVES her daddy
whenever she sees him, she’s always coping and everything he does makes her giggle
his favorite is right after bathtime, when her skin is all soft and smells like lavender and she’s got a fresh diaper, and eddie blows raspberries on her tummy
he’ll gasp and shake his head around and blow a long raspberry and she laughs and laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world
and her laughter is the best sound in the world to him
as she grows older, she never loses the love for daddy
she always wants to sit in his lap and play with his hair
and eddie coddles and loves her so much
when she’s finally walking around, he takes her to the playground one day while you’re at work, and she falls and skins her knee, and she cries big heavy tears as eddie blows on the angry skin and puts a bandaid on it
“all better, vi. see? it doesn’t hurt anymore!”
and he spoils her so much
want some ice cream? sure, why not! want a cuddle? of course! how about a new toy?
when she’s all grown up, around five or so, you and him and violet get into a routine where she comes home from preschool and tells you and daddy all about what she learned while you and eddie make dinner together, and after dinner, eddie gives vi a bath and does their favorite raspberries in your big bed while you take your own shower
by the time you’re out of the shower at night, eddie and violet have calmed down and he’s reading to her, doing the voices as he reads her lord of the rings while her little head is resting on his chest
you’ve tried so hard to get vi to stop sucking her thumb, but she still does it before bed, and she’s sucking her thumb as her little brown eyes flag and slowly close, and soon she’s drooling on eddie’s shirt and he slowly closes the book
“good night, little vi. see you in the morning”
she sleeps in between you two, clinging to her daddy’s arm the entire night. she’s entirely dependent on eddie, and he on her, but he wouldn’t have it any other way
#bex answers#anon ask#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#dad!eddie munson#dad!eddie x mom!reader#eddie munson x you
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Kaon became aware of Soundwave on the baby server when he started droping experienced carrier wisdom. The server was panicking because the babies were upset and inconsolable. Not even The Nurse, Nickel or Tarn could calm them.
Megatron will deny vhemiently that he lurks on the server. He will deny and blast you into next Wednesday if you suggest that seeing the latest cute bitty pictures is the highlight of his day.
Megatron lurks under a pseudonym by Soundwave’s coverage. He had subscribed and has notifications for new newspark material. Sometimes, Megatron wonders if he could spin propaganda out of it, but the projections of the calculated property damage and downward spiraling morale from having a long-term stand-by D.J.D. and Warriors Elite in a shared planetary system.
If it's the AU where Tarn has mandatory office meetings, then Megatron would need to deal the ever-growing mountain of Overlord's and Hook's pestering for Nickel and the Camien. By then, Overlord developed some new habits to be an early bird to officer meet-up locatioms to leave half-dead mechs outside the Peaceful Tyranny to heckle right over you and Nickel working on them. (On a plus side, Overlord had stopped doing more intimate damage as you and Nickel had reported and delivered him straight to Hook and Glit for safe sex and practices re-education. The mechs the Phase Sixer destroys in the berth are the ones that ask for that extensive repair work.) Plus, Megatron would have the calculations of the extreme likelihood where one of the mechs would attempt a kidnapping of the only carrier along with the resulting carnage by Tarn's own hands.
Unfortunately, you have developed enmity towards Soundwave's secret profile after that particular wailing storm. It's hard to tell apart well-meaning glyphs from condescending ones online. While the reinforced pacifier was a big help, you drew the line at dipping it into weakened engex. You keep a pacifier jar in the cool storage. A quick dip in nitrogen is a fast fix, especially with the chewable toys. It's unfortunate that one of the split-sparks has teething issues with sharp fangs. Without anything else resistant to chew on, they resorted to biting into the seams of their siblings' soft frames.
#ask#bookandyarndragon#transformers#transformers idw#idw#mtmte#the donor clause au#tarn#reader insert#Cybertronian!reader#megatron#soundwave#nickel#overlord#hook#bitlets#sparklings#maccadam#my writing#violence#look even the Decepticon equivalent of HR is rough. it is however extremely efficient#“Chewy” or “Tiny Pet” likes biting on mecha's fingers
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bump in the night // alex albon
summary: y/n hates being scared, so when alex freaks her out on movie night, he takes advantage of that. or, where alex pranks y/n until he really can’t explain why the lights suddenly went out
pairing: alex albon x female reader
warnings: alex being a prankster, very small itty bitty (oral) smut scene towards the end. fear of the dark, mentions of appendicitis and alex's recovery. 'daddy' is used in a joking and non-sexual context.
authors note: the cozy collection is almost complete and i'm actually getting so emotional??? unless i can pull more ideas out of a hat, it's just charles and george left and then i start planning for christmas
it was dark and windy outside, curtains drawn closed and windows shut, pumpkin scented candles burning on the coffee table. y/n and alex were curled up next to each other on the couch, a plush calvin klien blanket thrown over the duo, y/n's hand clutching on to alex's as she jumped.
the driver laughed under his breath as y/n elbowed him in the chest.
"i thought you said that this movie wasn't scary!"
"i didn't think that it was!" alex defended, rubbing at the sore spot on his ribs
"well, you were wrong!"
"you weren't unsettled when we watched silence of the lambs! how is this one scary?"
"because it just is!"
alex laughed, straightening on the couch before kissing the side of y/n's head and putting an arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his well-built body. "let me protect you, sweetheart."
"jackass." she said softly, lacing alex's fingers with hers.
the movie finished half an hour later. alex said that he was going for a shower and y/n set about cleaning up the living room, trying to take her mind off the gory movie that had just finished.
she blew out the pumpkin spice candle, placing the glase bell-jar lid back over top of the wax before she folded the blanket, humming to herself as she tidied.
without warning, the room was plunged into darkness, the haolgen bulbs set back in the ceiling blinking out. the sudden descent into darkness caused the young woman to jump, hitting her knee on the corner of the coffee table as she yelped.
the lights came back on, and she saw alex standing by the switch, trying desperately not to laugh.
"alexander albon!" she shouted. "that was so not funny!"
his hair was damp. he had just gotten out of the shower. the idea had come to him while he was washing the last of the red dye out of his hair, when he thought about a way to bring in the halloween spirit.
"it was a little bit funny!"
y/n rolled her eyes. "i hit my knee on the table. it's gonna bruise like hell now."
"sorry, baby." alex said quietly, moving closer and pulling y/n into his arms. "how about you leave the rest of the tidying for the morning, and we go snuggle underneath the mountain of blankets waiting for us in the bedroom" he lowered his voice, whispering in y/n's ear. "and i'll protect you from all the things that go bump in the night."
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the next incident was three days later, she was working on a paper for her contract law class, earbuds in and effectively dead to the world. alex was out with patrick for his morning run and training session, trying to keep in shape for suzuka without over exerting himself or pulling any stitches from his operation.
y/n wouldn't be joining him due to her midterm exams.
she'd missed the last four races because of school, with an exception for her flight out to italy after he was admitted into surgery, frantically emailing her professors and calling it a 'family emergency'.
her fingers flew across the keyboard, laptop screen reflecting off her blue light glasses. she truly was in a world of her own.
which is where alex got that terrible, horrible, no good idea.
he had just come back from training with patrick, soaked in sweat and exhausted. and that's when he saw y/n: poking his head through the living room doorway to see her curled up under the blankets, lit candle on the table next to her.
how funny it would be, he thought, to sneak up on her?
and that's just what he did, creeping into the room on the tippy-top of his toes, devilish grin on his face.
she looked so peaceful like that. serene, almost, as she started at the screen, then at her notes and back, delicate fingers flying across the keyboard.
she was so concentrated, that when she felt the pressure on her shoulders, there was nothing she could do but scream, leaping out of the chair with enough effort that it fell over onto alex's socked feet, and y/n almost tumbling over the desk behind her as she turned to face her attacker, yanking out her airpods.
"alex? what the fuck!"
alex was lying on the ground, where he had fallen, startled, after she got up from her chair. he was laughing like mad, bringing his hands up to sheild his face as she playfully nudged him in the ribs with her foot.
"sorry, baby! it's just too easy!"
y/n rolled her eyes. "jokes on you, you're not getting laid tonight."
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"you taste so good, darling. i'm going to miss this while i'm gone."
y/n moaned, throwing her head back against the cabinets as she fought the urge to clench her thighs together around alex's head.
it was an unholy scene in the couple's kitchen: y/n was perched on the countertop, cable knit sweater bunched up over her hips, alex's warm, large hands keeping her thighs spread wide as he slowly licked at her sopping core.
there was no rush on either side, alex intent on making this moment last as long as possible before he was due to fly to japan. one of his least favorite parts of surgery recovery was being told that he couldn't participate in 'vigorous activity', sex falling under that category.
now that he had been medically cleared to race (because that was still a grey area in singapore), the driver was trying to make up for lost time.
"ah, alex!" y/n whined, running her fingers through his hair. "i need more. can you go a little faster, please."
he didn't pick up the pace, instead wasting no time in inserting two fingers, knuckle deep. y/n found herself clapping a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming in pleasure and concerning the neighbors.
"mhm, don't cover your mouth, babygirl. i want to hear every little sound that you make for me."
"oh god, alex!"
it wasn't long before she came on his fingers, breathing heavy and covered in a cold sweat as alex pressed a warm cloth to her thighs to clean her up.
"do you have to go to japan? can't you let nyck drive again, say something went wrong with your recovery?" y/n said quietly, her forehead resting against alex's, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"i wish i could, darling. i know you hate it when i leave."
she slid off the counter, pulling alex in for a hug and resting her head on his chest. "at least i have time off for texas."
"at least you'll be in texas. i'll call you every day, regardless of the time difference."
"i wouldn't expect anything less." y/n gently pulled away, picking up her jeans and panties from the tile floor. "i'm gonna go for a shower, and then maybe we curl up on the couch together and watch a not scary movie?"
alex chuckled, kissing her gently. "of course, my love. whatever you want."
"and could you clean the counters for me? you know, since it's your fault they got dirty in the first place?"
alex rolled his eyes, but the truth was that y/n had him wrapped so well around his finger that he would pretty much do anything for her.
y/n was in the shower, warm water cascading over her back as she ran her shampoo-covered fingers through her delicate strands of hair, cinnamon bun-scented soap bubbles dripping down her limbs.
alex was in the kitchen, lysoling the entire counter where the couple had their earlier escapades. for reasons alex couldn't explain, the kitchen had quickly become his favourite place to fuck. there was something about the simple domesticity of it all that really turned him on. for that reason, the kitchen was always fully stocked with lemon scented lysol.
the outage was sudden, the house plunged into total darkness with no explanation. alex dropped everything the moment that he heard y/n scream.
she hated the dark, she always had. so when her shower was plunged into darkness and she was momentarily unable to see her hands in front of her face, so couldn't stop the terror creeping in.
"alex!" she shouted stumlbing out of the shower and groping the tile wall for her plush bathrobe. "if this is some kind of foreplay for you, i swear to god!"
alex almost tripped ober his own feet as he charged up the stairs, pushing the bathroom door open. the shower was off, but the steam was still heavy in the air. he knew y/n was terrefied of the dark, that's why when he turned the light out to be funny, it was never for longer than half a minute.
never long enough for the terror to set in.
"y/n, sweetheart? i'm right here, everything is okay." he said, using his phone flashlight to find her in the cavernous bathroom. the navy blue paint on the walls only seemed to make the dark room feel smaller as he pulled his girlfriend into the safety of his warm embrace.
"it wasn't you, right? the lights, i mean."
"the ones in the kitchen won't turn on. i think its an outage."
"fuck." she wrapped her still-damp arms around alex, hiding her face in the side of his neck. she was starting to relax until she heard a crash come from downstairs.
"what the fuck was that?" alex asked, nerves on edge. "babe, stay here."
she shook her head. "please don't leave me alone up here."
"right, right. i'm sorry, just stay behind me, okay?"
they walked down the stairs together, y/n always one stair behind alex, fingers digging into his shoulders as the driver held his phone out, the small flashlight illuminating the kitchen as the couple walked towards the patio door.
"can you see anything?" y/n asked, voice shaky.
alex shook his head. "not yet."
anxiety was high as there was another sound coming from the living room, something that sounded like a candle jar falling onto the plush carpet. they both jumped, and y/n was sure that her nails were going to cut through the fabric of alex's t-shirt, leaving marks in his tanned skin.
two dark shapes padded across the lving room floor, darwing closer and closer to the couple as y/n tried not to freak out.
"alex, they're coming closer!"
the driver moved back quickly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he tried to escape, shining his flashlight on the floor before he burst into laughter.
y/n, who had her eyes clamped shut, didn't see what alex saw. "what is it, why are you laughing?"
"babe, open your eyes. everything is okay. it's just the cats."
she opened her eyes and let out a massive sigh of relief as she looked down and saw the housecat snuggle up to her bare leg. she laughed to herself before she bent down and scooped gucci into her arms, holding the cat close and burying her nose in his fur.
"you gave mama quite a scare, little one." she said quietly, chuckling to herself as alex picked up horsey. "grab my laptop while we're down here, we can watch a dvd in bed."
alex grinned. "i think i have a copy of talladega nights lying around here somewhere."
"babe, i will do a lot of things for you, but subjecting myself to talladega nights is not one of them." smiling to herself, she turned back to the cat in her arms. "what's daddy like, hm guc?"
"well if you keep talking like that," alex hummed, sliding 'hocus pocus' off the dvd shelf. "we won't even make it past the opening credits."
"in your dreams, albon."
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Sparkling Siblings WTFIYS: The Great Cake Fiasco
Most bots would take a few minutes or even a few nano-kliks to make themselves look presentable. Just a quick wash of the faceplate, apply some wax, polish the paint-job, maybe add some freshener if one is so worried about their smell, and then walk out of the bathroom. A routine that would not take very long. Heck it would be no time at all if one did not care about their appearance to begin with.
Unless you were Alpha Trion.
Who takes a mega-cycle and a half to get ready in the morning.
The old judge never strayed far from his morning beauty routine. It begins with washing his face vigorously to wash off the saliva and dirt build up from sleeping. The sheets has not been washed in a deca-cycle so there is a good chance there is some dirt in there. Those need to be washed sometime this cycle. Preferably before the evening so Ultra Magnus and him can enjoy soft, warm sheets. This will minimize the dirt and grime that can clean onto metal and armor. Of course, showering can help get rid of such filth too. Unless the day has been too taxing on a bot and they just want to plop onto the bed and recharge.
Then comes the moisturizers. Alpha has two of them: one to deep clean and the other to exfoliate his faceplate and help him wake up. It usually made his metal tingle from the tiny bits of crystal inside moisturizers. The old councilmen reached into one of the drawers to grab one of his many buffers. This mech owned about nine and each served a different purpose. Or at least in his processor. Ultra Magnus believes they have the same function which lead to him being banned from using his conjunx's buffers for eternity. Or if he has his permission to do so. This particular buffer helps the deep clean moisturizer go further into the metal. Yes, the stuff already does this. However, it can reach further into the metal by using the buffer versus using just his digits. It used to scare his youngest son Optimus whenever he turned on any of his buffers. When Optimus was just a new bitty, it scared the spark out of the poor sparkling and Alpha had to stop using buffers until he was a little older. It was maddening to the old mech since he wanted to be thorough with his beauty routine but not at the expense of scaring his little prince.
Now that Optimus was no longer afraid of his carriers buffers. Alpha Trion could now use his buffers to his sparks content. The sound of the buffer against the faceplate metal echoed in the bathroom and partly into the bedroom. Ultra Magnus had been up since Alpha Trion started his routine. It wasn't hard to wake up since his conjunx struggled to break free from the blankets and his arm. Alpha Trion spent a good twenty minutes trying to untangle himself and escape his husbands' grip. The leader of Cybertron had a hard time trying not to laugh at his love's antics and maintain faking recharge. If his queen found out he had been up during that moment of foolishness, Ultra Magnus would be sentenced to the couch for a thousand years. Not really. Just a few days.
“As much as I like the view, I would like to use the mirror.” Ultra Magnus said from the doorway.
“You have to wait your turn, dear. I am still using it at the moment.” Alpha replied, massaging the second moisturizer onto his faceplate. The crystals inside left a tingly feeling against his metal.
“But there is enough room for another bot. Among the sea of cosmetics on the sink.” The taller mech gestured to bottles and tubes of cosmetics, polish, wax, fresheners, and self care products that took up the entire sink. Ultra called it the cosmetic graveyard. There was barely any room for his denta brush and his dark blue “Best sire ever” cup. That was precariously near the edge because of the anti wrinkle cream and the jar of makeup brushes pressed against it.
There was clearly enough for room for him to at least stand and use the mirror. All he needed was to wash his faceplate with water and maybe a little bit of freshener. However, Alpha Trion was not easy to reason with during his beauty routine. The mirror is for him and him alone.
“It's not easy being the best thing that's happened to you.” Alpha Trion retorted. He reached for the anti-wrinkle cream and started to apply it around his optics.
'And yet the wrinkles remain.' Ultra Magnus thought to himself.
He does not have the spark to say this to Alpha Trion's face. The older mech has grown in confidence since the time they started dating all those years ago. And it also resulted in a slight ego. Alpha Trion would not say something so snarky unless it was his younger brother Maccadam back in the old days. Now he will share the same snark with his husband and a few close friends. Whether they asked for it or not. The 'lack' of space did not stop Ultra Magnus from strutting over to give his queen a quick kiss. Of course he had to wait until Alpha Trion finished applying the cream. He didn't want to get smacked for smearing it. Although he deserved it. Anti-wrinkle cream is somewhat oily and it tastes bad if he decides to kiss right where it was applied. Plus the substance matches the color of Alpha Trion's faceplate so it would look off on Ultra's lips. Bots thought he was coming down with a weird case of the pox and tried to wheel him to a medic the last time he had that cream on him.
Before Alpha Trion had a change to put on a little polish, Ultra Magnus leaned down to sneak a quick kiss. They have been married for many, many years and his kisses never failed to make the old judge blush as bright as a dwarf red sun. Each kiss feels like it was the first time he gotten one. It didn't matter if it was a quick one or a long passionate one. Ultra Magnus' kisses sent Alpha Trions spark asunder. This tender moment was soon interrupted when they heard a tapping noise. Followed by the screech of a thousand annoyances. It was a noise that was too familiar to the duo. They looked down to see three sparklings standing on their creators pedes. The biggest of them was smacking his servo on his sire's leg. That was their eldest son, Sentinel. The smaller mech was trying to climb up his carriers leg with his sister trying to do the same above him. However, she had no grip whatsoever so she would slide on her brother's face. She didn't weigh much, but it was enough to make him slide down as well. An undignified squeak escaped her brother's mouth. These were their youngest son and only daughter, Optimus and Elita.
It wasn't a surprise that their little angels had been getting crafty with escaping their beds. After so many escape attempts at the daycare, they have learned to escape at home just to get to whatever room their creators were in. It was amazing at first and even cute. Another milestone could be checked off the list, despite Sentinel used to sneak into their room and stare from the closet. His creators still wondered where he got that from and neither one is willing to take the blame. Unless some bot asks Maccadam then he will gladly say both Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion have done some.....questionable things to escape the eye of the public for a quick 'meeting.'
“Your children are awake.” Alpha Trion chuckled.
“Before lunch, they are your children.” Ultra Magnus remarked. Elita tugged on her carrier's cape in an attempt to get his attention back onto her.
Alpha Trion was relieved that they could not climb up the bathroom sink's rails or else chaos would ensue on his perfect 'arrangement' in front of him. He knows how his children are; this poor carrier could only imagine what kind of damage his little angels can do to his beauty products. Sentinel will shove everything and anything off of the sink because they were in his way. A lot of the creams and polish are in fancy glass containers that will shatter on impact. And if he dares to knock over a few spray cans of freshener, that thing can turn into a projectile weapon if it dents a certain way. Optimus would 'battle' with his buffers to defend his broken honor all those mega cycles ago. And to protect his carrier from their evil. No amount of explanation can derail this precious mech's mission. Primus knows Alpha Trion has tried. And sweet, little Elita would hog EVERYTHING. She does not have wrinkles yet she will insist on using the cream. She will demand to be buffered. And the fresheners must smell sweet and not of dank old bot. If not, she will allow her big brother Sentinel to yeet it. There is already a lot of damage in his make up kits thanks to that femme. In conclusion, the day the trio can climb up the rails perfectly, is the day Alpha needs to start locking the bathroom door.
“Good morning, sweetsparks. Did you recharge well?” Alpha Trion said, picking up his daughter and youngest son.
“I believe they did since they're alert.” Ultra Magnus replied as he picked up Sentinel.
“I wasn't talking to you, dear.”
Sentinel and his siblings could not speak yet so Alpha Trion was not expecting an answer. Ultra Magnus just liked to talk to his beloved. Even if he speaks on the kids' behalf. The three sparklings were just happy to finally have their creators' attention.
But alas, it would be short lived.
“I'm sorry, my darlings. But we have an important engagement today. There is a wedding today and I have to be there to officiate the couple. Your sire is going because it is a friend's daughter getting married. You cannot come with us.”
“WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” The trio screamed.
It wasn't the first time they had to be dropped off somewhere. But it was the weekend! The daycare is closed on the weekend! It was one of the happiest days of their lives when they learned that because they did not want to part with their creators. It was supposed to be just the five of them! Why are they being sent back?! Are they going to be the only ones at the daycare with Longarm!? Primus, no! They rather try their carriers horrible cooking than be left with Longarm for another day longer! Actually, that's a lie. Optimus would rather endure that. Sentinel would rather he be put into time out for a million years and Elita be in drab armor for an hour.
“I know the daycare is closed, but you aren't going there. Longarm does not watch over sparklings on his days off. Your cousin Garth is willing to watch over you until we come back.” Alpha Trion tried to talk over the screaming.
It suddenly became deafening quiet. Ultra Magnus thought he finally gone deaf. Out of everything this mech has gone through in his life! He has gone through so many battles, an entire war, a bad breakup, and his queen screaming his vocals out while delivering their angels. Has he finally lost all hearing just from his sparkling's screaming? It seems not because he could hear the pitter-patter of little servos and pedes across the bathroom floor and out into the bedroom. Alpha Trion and him peeked from the bathroom door to see their sparklings trying to crawl out of the room.
...What just happened to them????
Not even a nano-kliks ago, the trio was screaming their little helms off.
Alpha Trion used the sacred word: Garth.
Their big cousin Garth.
This meant carrier needed to hurry up with the fancy make up or they will go without him. They can't open the doors yet, but they will try if he doesn't hurry up. It kind of scared Alpha Trion. Normally, Sentinel and his siblings would cry and scream when they have to be handed off while their creators go somewhere. They would also plan their escape to reunite with them later on. This is the first time that they were actively trying to leave the house. Ultra Magnus wheezed when Sentinel looked back at Alpha Trion and gave him the frown of a thousand suns.
“I hope you are ready, love.” Ultra Magnus said, trying not to let his voice break. If he laughs now, he will surely be a offline mech.
“I was only halfway done..” Alpha Trion sighed.
“I'm afraid you are outnumbered.” The taller mech pointed at the three smaller beings.
“My dears, we will be going after I finish my-”
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” The sparklings wailed.
It looks like his beauty routine has to be shortened. Much to the old judges dismay. There are routines and guidelines he follows to get that perfect glossy, smooth look. That is now cut in half thanks to three tiny terrors. Ultra Magnus thought his conjunx was still beautiful without all that fancy stuff in their bathroom, but he knows it's not a good time to tell him that. So with a heavy spark, Alpha Trion strutted back to the bathroom so he could put on a few spritz of the fancy freshener that Botanica recommended. It just about the only thing he could do before his children start screaming for him to hurry downstairs.
Once that quick task was done, the two older bots made their way out of their shared room and toward the stairs. Sentinel was halfway down the stairs though he was a little slow. He was easing himself down each step one at a time by climbing. Elita was still too tiny to attempt in this feat so she was still at the top of the stairs. And poor Optimus was stuck between the top and the middle of the staircase because he got cold pedes about the task and just waited for his creators to come rescue him. So it looks like neither of them made it very far from their creators bedroom. No surprise in that.
Ultra Magnus scooped up their only daughter. Alpha Trion picked up their youngest son. And then Ultra Magnus got their eldest son. Sentinel didn't protest as much since it was his sire that got him instead of his carrier. Or perhaps he just wanted to hurry up and get to their destination before his siblings can. It was a change of routine to Ultra Magnus and his conjunx. Neither of bitty was crying.
Maybe once they make it to Maccadam's it will change.
Alpha Trion swore that old oil house keeps inching closer to the Autobot Headquarters. That thought was going through his processor as him and his small family walked out of their home. That bar has been around for as long as he could remember. And he can remember a lot of things. When his younger brother Maccadam got the chance, the chunky mech opened a oil house while Alpha Trion became the judge here on Cybertron. At the time, Alpha didn't think it was a good idea since his brother could do so much better than run a bar. Maccadam was smart; he could lead others into battle should there need to be a bot in need. He was also crafty; Maccadam would be great at mixing complex chemicals in a lab. But, no. Maccadam found it better to be owning a bar and make drinks for thirsty patrons. To this day, Alpha Trion still does not understand his little brother for this.
It still didn't help the fact that the bar was so close to the headquarters.
There was a rumor that the bar has pedes under the foundation to help move across the city. Another rumor indicated the bartender had a portable space bridge in the basement before it was even constructed around Cybertron! A different hearsay says the bar itself is alive. But no bot actually knows the reason. Honestly, it was rather silly hearing all of these stories from drunk civilians, bored house-carriers, and lazy office workers.
And it was also very tiring when Alpha Trion can't find most of the workers until he goes to the bar to find them having a drink. Even his friends on the council goes over to wet their whistle without him! The nerve.
'Every stellar cycle this place seems to be closer than it should be.' Alpha Trion frowned to himself.
It did not take long for him and the others to reach the oil house. They didn't even need to transform and drive over since it wasn't too far to walk. That was one of the perks of having your brothers establishment nearby. However, it was still too far for the old judge's legs despite it was only three block away. The thought of having his magnus princess carry him did cross his processor, but he did not want him to do that in public. Or Primus forbid, his own brother seeing such a scene.
“We are here.” Ultra Magnus said, opening the door for his queen.
“Such a gentle-mech.” Alpha Trion swooned slightly before going inside.
It was....uncharacteristically empty. There were not a bot in sight. It seemed like no bot has been inside of the oil house in quite a bit since the chairs and bar stools were tucked away and there was no sign of snack trays on the table. Normally, it would be very loud from the rowdy customers, the sound of flowing energon going into cups, and obnoxious smacking of denta as they bite on crunchy snacks. Maccadam was nowhere to be seen. He would always be behind the counter while mixing drinks for his customers. It wasn't exactly common for an owner to be at the center of the action, but Maccadam was a welcomed distraction for the patrons and the perfect bot to lead a audio to if one needed to vent.
Ultra Magus and Alpha Trion could not see their nephew Garth either. He would usually be with his sire behind the counter unless he needed to fix up a small meal for a patron or keeping his little sister Corona occupied. Then again, neither the magnus or the judge tried to look into the kitchen yet. They needed to do something quick before their bitties start a tantrum. Well, Sentinel was mostly likely to start one. Optimus and Elita will fuss though.
“Hello? Maccadam? Garth?” Ultra Magnus finally called into the silence.
“Hi, uncle! I'm in the kitchen so come on back!” A voice called from the kitchen window.
Sentinel and his siblings immediately perked up when they heard the voice. They knew who it was. The three smaller beings began to squirm. They wanted to hurry up and get to their big cousin. Ultra Magnus had the hardest time trying to keep a hold on Sentinel. The bigger sparkling was trying to squirm out of his sire's grip so he can be the first one to his cousin. Elita was following her big brother's example and since she was the smallest out of her brothers, she could easily escape her sire's big servos. And he was struggling the most with his daughter. Ultra Magnus kept fumbling his daughter as she tried to free fall to the floor until he finally got a grip on her. Optimus, despite wanting to his cousin, was being a good bean. Alpha Trion did not have to struggle with his youngest son so he just had to sit back and watch his husband attempt in handling their other son and daughter. He could take one of them and give him a break. But it would be ruin the fun.
Alpha Trion and Ultra Magnus walked past the bar counter and through the kitchen doors. It has been a long time since Alpha Trion last came into the kitchen. Nothing has changed in his opinion. Minus what looks like a crate covered by a large orange blanket and four high chairs with small name tags. Each of them had a different name: Sentinel, Optimus, Elita, and Corona. How cute! A little bit of fancy treatment for his three little angels and demonic niece. Before Alpha Trion could call his nephew's name again, the bot of the hour finally made an appearance. The chonky chief-bot was trying squeeze himself out of the walk-in cupboard. He had a large jar of mixed spices in his right servo, a small bottle of vanilla energon extract in his left servo, and many boxes of ingredients sandwiched between his person and arms. They couldn't tell what exactly it was since the covers were pressed against Garth's arms.
“Hey, sorry I wasn't able to come greet you at the door. I have been busy with cooking.” Garth said, slowly setting the boxes near a large mixing bowl and a lot of messy spoons.
“Oh don't worry about it. It's so good to see you again.” Alpha Trion replied, walking over to give him a quick hug.
“Hey little guy.” The large bot cooed at his little cousin.
“Bwaah.” Optimus smiled.
“Where's your sire? I never thought I'd see the day he would not be here.” The old judge scratched the side of his face with his free servo.
“Oh, he was asked to make the drinks at my friends wedding so he's already over there.”
It was infuriating to know his brother beat him at being early. Normally, Alpha Trion would be the one to nag on his brother to arrive early and most of the time Maccadam would still be late. The latter would wave it off saying “I arrived at the right moment.” Not that it was any help in his case. The bartender was never good at making excuses. So would it be different this time? He just assumed it was because this was his son's friends big day. Maccadam will make a huge effort for his children and their friends so that was probably it. Plus, it will take him a moment to get his station ready in another location. He didn't need to do this at his own oil house since he knows where everything is. It was a different story at another location; he has to be aware of his surroundings and set up his system before any bot else gets there.
Regardless, it was still infuriating to the judge.
“Where is your sister?” Ultra Magnus finally spoke up, looking around the kitchen.
“She's under the blanket over there.” Garth replied. He slowly walked over to what looked like a covered crate and slowly pulled the blanket off.
Turns out the 'crate' was just a playpen. The blanket was just to protect the little treasure that was sleeping inside. There was a small femme in a copper colored onesie. This was the tiny demon child known as Corona. Also known as the daughter of Maccadam, little sister of Garth, and the niece of Alpha Trion. She has earned the title of spawn of Unicron because she is able to pull tricks despite being a bitty and give others spark attacks. She is adorable yet evil! She always got into trouble and she would be punished accordingly. Most of the time she got put into time-out since Corona is still small.
Sentinel frowned deeply seeing his little cousin. He is still not on good terms with her and probably never will. Optimus just smiled seeing her and Elita was a little jealous because Corona had fluffy pillows to sleep on. Well, two out of three is good enough.
Despite that, she was still a member of this family. Right now, she was dreaming away in her playpen. Alpha Trion had to admit, she looked so innocent in her sleep. That is until he saw Corona wearing a hanger tied on her helm.
“Uh....why is there a hanger tied around her helm??” The bearded bot asked.
“We think she tried to play catch the lightning.” Garth blinked.
“....Catch the lightning?? What kind of a game is that??” Ultra Magnus looked so confused.
“It's a game that's been around even before I emerged. You know how the generators around here sometimes lets loose a large amount of electricity. But the biggest jolt comes from the top of the Ministry of Science labs. Most of the bots around here can take a shock like that, but those who can't gets fried. The gist of the game is you tie a piece of metal on your armor to act as a lightning rod and try not to get hit.”
“But it's called catch the lightning. Why would you avoid it????” The magnus was confused at this. He never hard of such a game and doesn't know how it actually works.
“That would be be too easy. It's supposed to test your speed and toughness. I never played it, but I have seen some friends try it and had to drag them to medical.”
“Again. Why is there a hanger tied around her helm?” Alpha Trion asked again.
“Sire and I didn't tie it. We were too busy with our food prep this morning so we didn't do it. One of our patrons helped her when she crawled over to him. Both of us didn't know she got out of the bar until one of the regulars screamed there's a sparkling playing with the lightning.” The chief-bot looked away.
This is not a surprise to Alpha Trion. It definitely sounds like something his niece would do. He could only imagine the shock on his brother and nephew once they realized who that 'adventurous' sparkling was. He knew about the lightning problem since a few of the ministry's workers had been sent to a medic after getting their circuits fried due to the overload. The council has been trying to figure out how to deal with that problem because it had been going on longer than it should've. However, they haven't come to a conclusion since Perceptor does not see the trouble in this. He thinks the excess energy is good for the building and is trying to figure out how to contain it rather than replace the generators that's causing them. If some bot gets hit, it should be recorded for science. And it doesn't help that Wheeljack sides with the emotionless bot.
Honestly, they need to come up with a solution soon...
“Who was she competing against???” Alpha Trion asks with a sigh. He was afraid of asking.
“Primus.” Garth said, bluntly.
Alpha Trion facepalmed. He shouldn't have asked. Of course his chaotic niece wants to fight GOD. Why does she even want to challenge him?! She's younger than Elita! Alpha Trion didn't notice his husband was on the verge of crying from laughing so hard. It took a lot not to fall to the floor. Sentinel gave a wicked giggle. He didn't know what his baby cousin did, but from the sounds of it, he would have been rid of her if that game had worked. Optimus didn't quite understand what was going on. But he figured Corona would have been hurt badly if the game worked. He didn't want to lose a playmate. Elita could kind of understand what was going on. She thought maybe Corona would act more like her if she did get struck by lightning. All the while, Corona was waking up from her nap.
“I am not going to say anything else. I have a very long day...” Alpha Trion told his nephew, before handing Optimus to him. “Are you sure you don't mind watching over Sentinel, Optimus, and Elita?”
“I don't mind. Corona can use the company and I can use a few taste testers in the kitchen.” Garth replied.
Sentinel and his siblings got really excited at the sound of that. They love their cousin's food. Garth placed Optimus into his high chair and strapped him in before going over to help his Uncle Magnus with the other two. Sentinel was now screaming to be set free from his sire's grasp.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
“I hear you, commander. I hear you. You want to sit at the high table.” Garth told the big helmed sparkling. It didn't take long for Sentinel to calm down once he was taken away and set in the high-chair next to his brother. His was a foot away from Optimus so he can't try and steal his food.
“WAAAAHHH!!!” Elita cried when she didn't get picked up fast enough.
“I'm sorry, your highness. I'm sorry!”
Garth went back to retrieve Elita from her sire. She doesn't let just ANY bot pick her up. She refuses to be picked up by what she deemed peasants. However, it did not exempt him from punishment. The tiny femme grabbed Garth's mustache and yanked it hard. Elita can't really do much damage since she is still a sparkling so she just grabbed what she could. She remembered it hurt her cousin if she pulled on his mustache so this was a good punishment. For not picking her up first before her brothers.
“Owowowowowow!”
Corona was now wide awake. The sound of her big brother in pain woke her up fast. Normally it takes her a while to wake up. She still looked quite silly with the hanger tied on her helm, but she didn't care. The feisty femme looked up to see her cousin Elita yanking the weird facial iron on her brothers face and she let out a warrior screech. She can't do much from her time out playpen. But let her demands be known that no bot should harm her big brother except her. Her battle cry scared Elita enough to make her stop and Garth was able to have her let go. He set her down in her own high-chair then made his way to the playpen to pick up his sister.
“Ready to come out of there, sleepy helm? Let's take that off you finally.”
Corona didn't put up a fight when her brother untied the hanger off her. Him or their sire should have taken it off before they put her in time out. It was actually starting to itch. Corona rubbed her itchy helm against her brother's chest as he hoisted her up in his arms. He has been promoted from big brother to helm scratcher. Sentinel glared when he saw Corona. They do not have a good relationship and no bot thinks it will get any better in the near future.
“We will come back for them after the ceremony. Though if I'm asked to dance, it might be a while before we pick them up.” Alpha Trion explained, glancing at Ultra Magnus with a flirty look in his optics.
A slight pink hue formed on the magnus' faceplate when he saw that look. Alpha Trion is a goddess on the dance floor when it came to elegant forms of dancing. No bot will catch him do the swing or something so....uncouth. The waltz and tango were Alpha Trion's style. And Ultra Magnus had to practice for HOURS trying to perfect his dancing just so he wouldn't embarrass him.
“Should you even be dancing that vigorously? You might throw out your hip.” Garth voiced his concern.
“I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM IN PHENOMENAL SHAPE FOR MY AGE!!!” Alpha Trion screeched at his nephew.
It was enough to make Ultra Magnus snort. Garth wasn't trying to insinuate his uncle was too ancient to dance. He was genuinely worried Alpha Trion could break a hip from dancing too much. Honestly, every bot on Cybertron is surprised he hasn't broken anything just by STANDING. Even his own brother sees it as a miracle and he is not that much younger than him! If the judge didn't love his nephew very much, he would have yeet him into the streets just like he would do to Maccadam. But no matter how much rage fit in that slender old frame, Alpha Trion would never yeet his precious nephew.
His husband is a different story.
The towering mech was coughing up a storm and leaning against the end of the kitchen counter for dear life. He had been laughing so much that he was losing breath and on the verge of crying. At the expense of his queen's indignant comment. Garth was surprised the counter has not gave out from his uncle's weight and his strength. Alpha Trion was surprised his husband is not offlined already for laughing at him. Two different point of views. One out of genuine bewilderment. The other out of pure spite.
“We will be back very soon, my dears. Be good for your cousin.” Alpha Trion cooed at his children, giving them a kiss on their cheeks.
“We'll be back before you know it.” Ultra Magnus added. He rubbed their helms.
Sentinel barely reacted when his sire did that. He had tried to smack him away but his reaction time was delayed by a couple of seconds after Ultra Magnus moved his servo away. Normally, the three bitties would be screaming and crying their helms off to make their creators rethink leaving them behind. Cunningly planning their escape once their backs were turn. This time...
They didn't even notice them.
They did not cry.
They did not scream.
They just sat in their highchairs and stared at their big cousin. Sentinel slammed his servos on the tray in frustration. He was getting hungry. And he wasn't the only one. His little brother, sister, and menace of a cousin were also hungry so they joined in the noise.
“They....aren't crying...?” Alpha Trion sniffled.
“Now, go do your job and don't worry about a thing.” Garth said, scooting the two mechs out of the kitchen.
“B-B-But what about the bitties???” Ultra stuttered, looking back at the kitchen.
“They'll be fine. After a meal, they won't notice you're even there.”
This broke their sparks. Their bitties won't notice they even left?! That would have been a relief back at the day care when Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion have work to do. But when they have a small job today? It was a little different. They weren't going to be gone long...
“Be careful going to the wedding venue.” Garth replied.
“Wait, wait, we don't have to be there that quickly. We can stay for a little bit longer.” Alpha Trion whimpered.
“Nah, Sire said you would want to get there before every bot arrives. We will see you later.”
Once Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion were out of the oil house, Garth closed the door behind them. Their nephew wasn't trying to be rude about this. Alpha Trion would complain about not arriving early or not being able to prepare before his daily tasks. Maccadam would listen to these complaints or one of his council friends. So it was a shock to the old judge that his beloved nephew knows about this. The couple waited until Garth went away and then slowly opened the door. Neither him or Maccadam locks the door unless they were not in the building so Ultra Magnus didn't have to try and pick the lock. Why does the Magnus know how to pick a lock? That is a story for another cycle. They poked their helms through the door and to their shock, they did not hear crying. All they could hear was their little angels squealing away in the kitchen. They didn't even notice their sire and carrier weren't in the same room as them.
“My darlings....” Their creators whimpered.
They could not stay much longer or else they will be late being early at the venue. Many passerby's witnessed their leader and his husband looking pitiful with swollen optics. There must have been a horrible event going on at headquarters. It was nice to know this power couple still showed emotion.
But if only they knew the truth.
Meanwhile, in the oil house's kitchen. The four bitties were still waiting for Garth to finish his cooking. The chonky bot was stirring a small pot on the stove. They could tell it was going to be tasty from the aroma coming from his direction. Sentinel was extra excited because he was going to be the first one to receive the food. He is the oldest of the four and he WAS the first taste tester Garth had. Sentinel used to be an only child before his brother and sister came into the picture. When his creators were trying to get him to eat solid energon for the first time, he did not want any of that and threw the bowl and spoon at his creators. It was hard to wean him off the sparkling grade energon his carrier made. The big helmed sparkling did not break until his cousin made something that looked like his carrier's energon. After that, it was hard for his own creators to get him to drink out of the bottle without a fuss.
And his troubles only grew when Sentinel became a big brother to Optimus. He tried to fend off being the main taste tester for as long as he can before his little brother was ready for solid foods. Then their sister arrived. She was super picky so there was a chance she may not even want what she's given. But nothing prepared Sentinel for an unexpected and chaotic surprise. That surprise is called Corona. No bot was expecting Maccadam to have another sparkling after Garth grew up. Sentinel remembered his carrier being extremely mad at his uncle and zooming out of the door to get to the medical building. When they met Corona, she was hissing away from her blanket. It boils his energon to know this gremlin of a cousin gets to be a taste tester all the time since she lives here.
“Who's ready for the first course?” Garth glanced over his shoulder.
“AAAAAH!” Sentinel screamed, slamming his servos on the tray. The other three joined in by slamming their servos too.
“Alright, alright, here we are. The first course is a noodle soup just for hungry bitties.”
Garth set four small bowls in front of his cousins and sister. Each bowl had a pale creamy broth with thick, energon noodles. It wasn't just noodles in the broth; there was thinly sliced scallion, a little bit of sweet mercury corn, and a hint of simmered beef. Each ingredient was chopped into manageable pieces for sparklings to eat. Sentinel was the only one who didn't get the scallions. He did not like those. Optimus liked extra mercury corn in his. Nothing changed in Elita or Corona's bowl. Of course, Sentinel got his bowl first. This pleased him greatly. After all, he is older than the other three. Not that it meant anything since he was only the second oldest in the kitchen. Optimus and the girls did not care about getting their food first since they knew they would not be waiting for very long. Elita was excited to see what came with the noodle meal.
Garth had prepared a side dish to go with the first course. A side of tamagoyaki or what other bots call them small rolled omelets. It isn't something big yet it was something hard to make. The process is whipping some eggs with some seasonings and then straining the eggs. This helps pouring into the pan easier. Then it's just cooking the egg little by little and then adding more of the strained egg on the other side of a pan and rolling it carefully while it's still partly half cooked. That's when it gets tricky. The cook cannot let the egg overcook or rip during the folding process or else it's ruined. When it's cooked properly, tamagoyaki has a custardy texture to them. Garth had to learn from Master Yoketron to get the folding done right. It took a lot of practice. Garth likes to put a little bit of cheese inside the tamagoyaki before he starts folding. It's a nice surprise for the bitties when they take a bite out of the sweet egg and to find gooey, stringy cheese in the bite.
This side dish goes well with broth and it's very easy to eat. However, three out of four of the sparklings got the same thing. Elita was one of the pickiest sparklings on Cybertron and that is a feat that is hard to beat. And also hard to please. It didn't help that she got such a trait from her carrier Alpha Trion. Elita was still quite small and has already made over a dozen chiefs cry just because she refuses to try anything that came to her family's table at restaurants. They thought Alpha Trion was horrible. They soon realized his sparkling daughter was even worse.
Elita may not be able to talk yet, but Garth can tell what her standards are: something not stinky. Something not spicy. Something not sour. Something not bitter. Something not hard. Something not bread, not tubers, not porridge, not eggs, and not stew, but something tasty. This isn't easy to do; so many meals have to include some of these things. Now it doesn't mean Elita doesn't like bread or eggs. She has to be in a certain mood for those things. And it was kind of easy to tell on eggs today. Elita was glaring at her brothers' side dish.
“Don't worry, Elita. You won't be having the same thing as them. I got something very special for princess.” Garth told her, setting something in her bowl.
Elita looked down to see a small, light brown pouch in the broth. She tilted her helm confused. What was this thing??? Garth got her fork and poked a hole in the middle of the pouch and her optics grew big seeing what was inside. The pouch was just fried energon tofu that was cut and molded into the shape of a bag. Inside was sweet energon mochi cakes! It's easy to accidentally rip fried tofu when trying to turn it into a small pouch, but it would still be very tasty in broth. Elita squealed seeing the sweet energon mochi cake and took the fork from her cousin so she could dig into her treat. The mochi cake stretched from the bowl as she put a piece into her mouth. It was just as stretchy as the cheese her brothers and cousin got in their tamagoyaki. And just as tasty.
Sentinel was nomming on the stringy cheese that oozed out of his tamagoyaki. Optimus got the idea of putting a few of his side dish into the broth and slurp the pieces in his meal. Corona was already done with her eggy treat and was trying to nom on the thick energon noodles. And Elita was taking her time with her mochi cake. The princess of Cybertron was pleased with her substitute side dish. No punishment to the cook today. While the sparklings finished their meal, Garth had been working on the second course. It wasn't big like the first one, but it was still just as tasty.
“Who's ready for the next one?” Garth called to the small bots.
“Baaaahhh!!!” Corona spoke out.
Corona was a little younger than Elita. And neither the girls or the boys can talk very well. So Garth has to guess what they are saying. He thinks his little sister is saying they are ready for the next bit of food. Sentinel pouted at the fact he didn't voice his opinion first. His is more superior than hers. Optimus and Elita didn't seem to care about who got to say it first. They just wanted more to eat. Garth didn't waste time bringing a large plate over and setting the next course on the bitties' trays. Optimus was the first to get this treat. Something that would make his big brother's energon boil since he wasn't the eldest. He didn't get the chance to scream his lungs out in frustration because Garth put something in his mouth. It tasted very sweet and a little tart. It was enough to leave him stunned. Optimus looked down at the food and then began to clap his servos excitedly. The second course was tiny fruit sandwiches. This made Optimus very excited.
His carrier liked to have tea parties with his friends. Sometimes, he would bring Optimus and his siblings along. And sometimes, it was just one of them. Sentinel did not like the tea parties as much as the next bitty. He thought his carrier and his friends' conversations were boring and meaningless. It was only worth it if his friend Jazz was there or if his sire joined the group. Other than that, Sentinel would just be fussing away until he was taken out of the room. Optimus and Elita loved the tea parties because of the food. Except for one teeny, tiny detail. They usually had cucumber sandwiches. That was the only downside to the party in his opinion.
To Optimus' relief, this wasn't cucumber sandwiches.
This was something much tastier. So much better. The little snack food Alpha Trion had at his socials were always dry and scratchy when swallowed. The cucumbers were the only moist thing in it and they usually tasted nasty to Optimus. He didn't know if the older bots made it on purpose or not. It just seemed like whoever made them just picked the most overripe cucumber in the fridge and doused it into the chunky cream cheese. That was another ingredient in those nasty things. Optimus hated it when his carrier had those nearby.
Garth used soft bread and he even cuts the crust off them. The crusts are saved for a different recipe that Optimus has yet to try. He remembered his sire talking about it one time. That memory is a little hazy since Ultra Magnus was talking about it while Optimus was feeding. Garth also makes the whipped cream by servo. He makes it extra fluffy and a little sweet. Not too much to make any bots' denta hurt and just sweet enough to enjoy. The fruit Garth uses are very juicy. He uses different ones; tangy tangerines, semi-sweet kiwi, tangy-sweet strawberries, bananas, or peaches. Optimus loves the peach and kiwi sandwiches the best. Sentinel preferred the banana and tangerine ones. Elita liked the strawberry and Corona liked the ones that had different kinds in it. These were the best to them.
“Let's not forget the third course. It goes well with this.” Garth interrupted their little snack and set a small bowl near their plate of sandwiches.
“BAAAAAH!” Sentinel screamed. Normally it would be a scream of indifference, spite, or out of rage. This time it was out of excitement.
It's not easy to get a positive squeal from him. It takes a lot of trial and error and a lot of praying. Lots and lots of praying. Because this is one bitty that will hold a grudge for all eternity and possibly even longer than that. And it can be over something so minuscule! Elita may be a stickler with her tastes and the little details, but her oldest brother is the WORST.
Their creators went through war trying to wean Sentinel off the sparkling grade energon. Their first son would not give anything a try. He would sit there with his little arms crossed, pouty lip, and the most deadpan look in his optics. It seemed like they couldn't get him to at least nibble solid energon. It just ended up with a mess to clean up, a shower to get the energon off their armor, and a crying Sentinel. That was until Garth made this dish.
It was nothing special. Inside the bowls was pureed energex strawberry. Something that was so simple to make. Just put fresh energex strawberries into a blender, add some sugar and a squeeze of lemon and blend. Whether it's soupy or have small chunks of strawberry left intact, it was quite tasty. It was considered peasant food by the high class bots and sometimes it can be used as a sauce for desserts. But to Sentinel, it was the first solid food he ate. He actually got a bigger bowl of it than his siblings and cousin.
Pretty pink puree with tiny bits of strawberry chunks. Just the way he likes it. But there was something else that was missing. Garth knew what Sentinel was thinking; he came over to drop a dollop of whip cream on top.
“There you go, little buddy. Enjoy.” Garth said.
It was quite the mess. Sentinel was slurping the strawberry puree up after he ate his fruit sandwich fast. Whip cream spread over his mouth from his sandwich and his whole face was soon buried in the dollop in the puree. He was definitely enjoying this part of the meal. Optimus was taking his time with his own food. He alternated between dipping his sandwiches into the puree and eating without it. His face was also covered with whip cream, but it wasn't as bad as his big brother. Elita had to be careful when she slurped her own bowl. She didn't want the contents to spill on her. But she loved the food regardless. Corona was going to town on her food. She was getting puree and crumbs all over her bib. Her older brother held his laugh at the sight of his messy baby sister and cousins. He got a damp clothe and wiped their mouths clean then replaced Corona's bib with a cleaner one.
“I'm glad you lot like the food, but that doesn't mean you wear it. This next one is a little different from what you guys have eaten before. But it's just as good.” Garth explained, taking the plates and bowls.
The bitties were excited to try the next tasty meal. They already had three courses and it was just getting better. They love their job as Garth's taste testers. There's always something good coming from him. With that mindset, the four bitties waited eagerly for him to come back. The chef bot bought over four small plates then set them in front of the still hungry taste testers. This next one was definitely different. It looked like small black cauldrons sitting on a candied reddish yellow fire. Those cauldrons had bubbled over from the looks of it. There was green substance around the brim and had ran down the sides. That part was hard now so maybe Garth didn't know he added a lot until it was too late. Sitting in the center of the cauldron was a big, luscious red apple.
Sentinel was the only bitty that wasn't pleased. In fact, he had a heavy scowl on his faceplate.
Apples were not a ally to him.
It all started when he wanted to steal his sires' snack. Ultra Magnus always had apples nearby. Green ones to be exact. When he set his snack down to go into the next room, Sentinel took that chance. That bitty has the mindset that if anything is good for the Magnus, then it must be good for him too. He didn't know how sour green apples were until he took a nibble. Ultra Magnus came back into the room with a drink. He found sparkling nibbles on his apple and a very distraught son. Ultra Magnus was sentenced to a sleeping on the couch for a thousand stellar cycles. At least that's what Sentinel still thinks. That punishment only lasted an hour because Alpha Trion can't stand sleeping without his king near him.
But it didn't stop the rage he had toward apples.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” Sentinel screams, slamming his tiny fists into the apple.
“Wait, Sentinel! That's not-” Garth tried to warn him.
But it was too late.
Cake pieces splattered around the highchair tray. Pieces fell onto the floor. Some landed on the walls. That was impressive since the small group wasn't near the walls. There was also pieces hanging on Sentinels' chin.
“That wasn't a real apple.” The chonky bot spoke.
The big chinned bitty glanced back down on the food. Garth was right. It wasn't a real apple. It was a light apple spice cake that was molded into the shape of a apple and covered in a glossy fondant. Must have been very convincing to fool Sentinel. The cauldron wasn't even real. It was a chocolate cauldron filled with a apple mouse, caramel buttercream, and apple filling. The filling had small diced apples so it would be easier for the sparklings to eat. So maybe Sentinel was half right. There was apples in there. He took a diced apple and gave it a nibble. It was...sweet! It wasn't sour like the apples Ultra Magnus eats! It didn't take long for him to eat the rest of the filling and started to eat the rest of his dessert with a huge smile.
His siblings wished he didn't cause a scene over a misunderstanding. Corona was just glaring at her cousin. He ruined her big brother's presentation. How rude. She was going to smack him later on. Despite the sudden theatrics, the fourth course went without a hitch. Optimus liked the apple spice cake and was currently nibbling away the chocolate cauldron. Elita was eating away the caramel buttercream and taking pieces of the cake to dip it in. Corona had already eaten everything except for the buttercream. She doesn't like overly sweet things. Something Garth made a note of for her future construction day cake.
“I see you lot are liking the food so far?”
“Bwaaah!” All the sparklings said in unison.
“I'm glad I haven't served anything you don't like so far. The taste testing is coming to a close. I have one more tasty treat for you to try out.”
This excited the little ones. Garth has been feeding them since Sentinel and his siblings arrived. So far they have eaten four courses. And he catered to their tastes. Minus Sentinels Apple Smash move and making a separate side dish for Elita. Other than that, everything was been smooth sailing. Unknown to the sparklings, the food Garth had them eat is what he made for his friend's wedding. He's known these two since they were really small and it didn't surprise him when they announced their engagement at the bar last solar cycle. They wanted their good friend to cook the food and have his sire make the drinks at the ceremony because they know it would be delicious. Garth spent half a solar cycle trying to figure out what to make. And it seems like his choices were good enough since his cousins and baby sister are enjoying their food.
Garth had made enough food for the big event and one of his other friends has been going back and forth between the venue and the oil house to pick up the food. So Garth has been making a large batch of food while feeding Corona and their cousins. The bitties didn't notice another bot coming from the back to pick up the food after each course. Honestly, most sparklings have a one track processor when it comes to something. Food was definitely a big factor for these four little ones. Sentinel, Optimus, and Elita's creators can't really cook so they would have already prepared meals or go to their grand creators house where their grand-sire makes the best pancakes on Cybertron. Corona has a chef for a big brother and her sire also cooks as well. She didn't have to go far just to get a meal. Though she needs to stop giving her brother a spark attack every time she decides to do something reckless.
Garth took the moment to wheel something out of the freezer. The squeaky wheels echoed in the kitchen and caught Optimus' attention. Always the observant one; he looked up from his food to see a glorious sight. He reached to his right to poke his big brother who gave him a slight whine. Sentinel didn't want to be bothered especially from his little brother. But Optimus kept going until Sentinel finally looked up so he could scream for Garth's attention to make his annoying brother stop. However, he saw what Optimus wanted to show him and his jaw dropped. Then Optimus reached to his left to get his sister's attention. She was easier than Sentinel. The princess glanced up from her food and her optics sparkled. She didn't even get Coronas attention. That devilish bitty was still nomming on apple chunks when she heard the squeaky wheels stop and she looked up.
A five tier cake was sitting on a trolley. But not just any cake. This was the most beautiful cake the four has ever seen. A white vanilla energon cake with white marble icing. Each tier's icing was different; the bottom had loop de loops. The other had fancy swirls going from big to small and big again. The third tier had the frosting in heart form. The fourth was just simple lines going around the middle. And the top tier housed the figures of the bride and groom. A slightly curvy femme and stocky mech stood beside each other at the top. Sentinel frowned at this. Who are these bots? They aren't important. There should be a figure of himself on there! While he was glaring with disdain, the other three was excited to see such a cake. It was all for them!?
“This isn't for you. It's for my friends wedding.” Garth said, seemingly knowing what they're thinking.
“Baaaah!!” Corona called out.
“This is for the wedding.” Garth repeated. “I been working on this cake for days. I just need to finish the final touches and it'll be wheeled away.”
“Waaaaah!!!” Elita wailed.
“Don't worry. I didn't leave you guys out of the loop.”
Garth grabbed their mostly empty and messy plates and went to drop them into the sink. He gathered four small plates that had a slice of cake each. It was the same cake as the wedding cake. Garth had made a small one tier version so Corona and their cousins could still enjoy it. Those four were preoccupied with pouting. Sentinel had a pout and a glare at the figures on the tall cake. He doesn't even know the bots and he already doesn't like them. They can pout all they want, but they aren't getting the big cake.
“Last course before I put you guys down for a nap.”
Despite one of them already had a nap prior to the meal, every tiny bot was kinda sleepy. They always got sleepy after eating their cousins good food. They eyed the slice of cake in front of them and then gave each other the side optic. Well, mostly at Elita and Sentinel. Optimus and Corona immediately dove into their own slices and ate fast. Elita and Sentinel has a habit of sneaking a big chunk of someone else's dessert if one wasn't fast enough. Elita didn't seem phased by it and thought her brother and cousin were just being messy. Sentinel frowned at this. So much for getting extra. The cake was very fluffy and airy while the frosting was quite dense and slightly sweet. This wasn't like any ordinary energon cake the four has had before. It was so much better!! Why can't they have this every day??
“I just have to finish the last tidbits to the cake and it can be wheeled off.” Garth said to himself, slowly pushing the trolley toward the front door of the oil house.
There was one thing he needed to get: the chocolate ganache sign. It was going to be placed in in front of the figures on the top tier. Garth had made several different signs prior to his cousins coming in. He had to stop when his baby sister decided to challenge Primus with a game of catch the lightning. It gave the chocolate time to cool before he was finished pouring it into the sign molds. So he had to work with what he had. He couldn't reheat the chocolate because he was afraid of it burning. So Garth was going to use the cooled ganache for something else.
Once the bitties were done, Garth picked them up one by one and set them in the main room. It was safer in there than it would be in the kitchen. The bar counter was gated so they can't get through. Maccadam made sure his part of the oil house was protected just in case his nephews and niece tries to crawl between the bottles of energon. He has learned from the last accident. His daughter doesn't mess with the bottles so there was some relief in that. The chairs and tables were not going to be trouble; they didn't have any food or any object the foursome would want. The stairway leading to housing area of the oil house was also gated. Corona hasn't tried to climb the stairs just yet, but if there was something tasty upstairs, there is a good chance the others will try. Garth can keep an optic on the four from the kitchen window while he fixes the sign.
“I'll be right in the kitchen. I'm keeping my optic on you. Play nice.” Garth told his cousins and sister as he set them on the floor.
He could move the playpen in the room and put them in. But Sentinel hates being in confined in a pen with his siblings and cousin. He will fight someone and either win or scream when he loses. So it's best to let them crawl around. They can't get into any trouble. As Garth went back to the kitchen, Optimus and the others looked up at the cake trolley. The wedding cake was far from their grasp. They were just bitties. They can't reach for the prize like big bots.
Then they got an idea.
An awful idea.
The sparklings got a wonderful, awful idea.
After Garth took a quick peek from the kitchen window, the chief bot went back to his task. Garth decided to to gather up the ganache signs he already made and slowly cut parts of it off and plaster it one full chocolate ganache sign. This is to give it a little bit of depth. Unknownst to him, his cousins and sister was currently trying to scale up the trolley.
It was not easy to do. Sentinel did not get very far in climbing one trolley leg. Optimus kept sliding down and Elita was still very small so she didn't get very far off the ground. Corona was the only one that was able to make it to the top. She was a little younger than Elita, but she knew how to get past the smooth surfaces of the trolley legs. It wasn't the first time she had climbed it. It was an unexpected surprise for Maccadam when he first found out his daughter could do this. This made Sentinel upset. Why should SHE be first to the cake?! He was ready to whine until Corona grabbed him by the back of his onesie and yanked him up. She was quite strong for her age.
Sentinel was now close to his goal. But he still needed to get his brother and sister up here. He really didn't want to share. He was tempted to shove his cousin off the side and have the cake all to himself. But if he did, she can scream and alert Garth. So, maybe not a good idea. Corona held Sentinel by his pedes as he dangled to grab Optimus' left servo. Elita was also grabbed when Optimus got her by the back of her onesie as they were quickly hoisted up.
Corona was a bit rough bringing the trio back up because it made the trolley start to move. There was more weight going to the front so it began to wheel that way. Sentinel climbed up the tiers to get to the very top of the cake. Elita climbed over Optimus to get to the second tier to the top. Optimus stayed in the third tier while Corona went to the fourth tier. The delicating frosting was ruined from the climbing, but they didn't care.
Garth heard the squeaky wheels from the trolley and his energon froze when he saw the sparklings on the cake as the trolley went through the front doors and into the streets!!!!
“WAIT! STOP! GUYS WAIT!!!” Garth yelled, dropping the chocolate ganache sign in his servo and sprinting after the runaway cake.
The streets were straight until a bot reaches one of the steep inclines. And that alone gave the cake trolley more than enough speed. Garth was not a fast bot to begin with. He was already tired, but he needed to hurry and get Sentinel and the others off the trolley. He did not want his cousins and sister to get her. And he also needed to deliver the wedding cake to his friends! When Garth realized he wasn't going to make it in time, he had only one option: scream out a warning. The trolley wasn't going to severely damage a bot. But it would still cause a nasty dent in the armor. And if they were hit, the bitties will be catapulted away.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY! RUNAWAY CAKE! SOME BOT STOP THOSE SPARKLINGS!!!!”
Many of the passerby's didn't even do that. They didn't know what exactly was speeding down the road! They just know they did not want to be hit by it. It was after getting out of the way or throwing themselves onto the sidewalk that they realized what the object was. Wasn't that the Magnus' sparklings???? And being followed by the bartender's son!?
Meanwhile, at the venue....
The wedding was actually a big hit.
Maccadam was in the middle of mixing drinks when the guests were finishing up on the food. The bride and groom had decided to wait on seeing their wedding cake. No bot seem to object to that since they too wanted to eat the buffet that was waiting on each table. Alpha Trion, on the other hand, wasn't exactly too pleased with it. By tradition, the newly wed couple would cut the cake before the guests even get to sit down and eat. That's what him and Ultra Magnus did on their wedding day. The old judge wished these young bots would just follow the tradition. Prior to this, Maccadam did inform him of what was happening. After Alpha Trion had to fix his makeup.
The bartender was the only bot at the venue who saw the Magnus and judge looking so pitful. It took Maccadam a bit to get the full story from the two sad bots, but he got the gist of it. They were just sad their children did not react to their creators leaving. It did not surprise him since they normally wail and scream when they are dropped off at daycare. He should know; Maccadam drops Corona off at the same place. When the power couple came in a while ago, Maccadam had to tell his brother that his mascara was running. That snapped him out of his depressing stupor enough to rush to the nearest bathroom. Nothing snaps Alpha Trion out of a gloomy rut than telling him his makeup was running.
Now it was time to present the cake to the new couple. Garth was supposed to wheel it down from the oil house. His friend group has offered to come over to pick it up since he had to sparkling-sit his cousins and baby sister, but the chonky bot insisted on delivering the cake himself while the others nap. He would have the bitties sleeping in a comfy wagon while he pushes the trolley. It would be a cute sight for Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion. But it sure was taking awhile...
One of the guests opened the door to see if there was any sight of the cake when they heard Garth screaming at the top of his vocals. They didn't quite catch what he was saying. But they did see a slightly ruined cake with four bitties riding on the same trolley. It sounded like theose four was having the time of their lives.
But at the expense of going a hundred miles an hour on a busy street!!
“MY SPARKLINGS!!!!” Alpha Trion screamed in horror.
It was a moment no bot was going to forget. The great judge Alpha Trion and their leader Ultra Magnus rushing out of a wedding and down the street to rescue their children. The old bartender Maccadam was not far behind in an attempt to rescue his little daughter. Garth was able to catch up to his sire, but neither of them was fast enough to keep up with Alpha Trion and his husband. Ultra Magnus ran past the trolley to get in front. The towering mech dug his pedes into the ground and grabbed the front of the trolley. Making it come to a halt. Alpha Trion immediately picked up each of his sparklings to check if they were hurt.
They were just sticky and covered in pieces of cake and frosting. Alpha Trion had a hard time prying Sentinel away from the top tier because he was too busy pounding the figures into the pastry. But, despite that, all three of his sparklings was just fine. Maccadam soon caught up with his son and scooped up his little spitfire of a daughter. She was happy to see him. Sticky as well.
The bottom of the cake was just big enough for the guests to eat a piece and whatever parts of the cake that was not touched by the bitties. One would think the four would whine over having to share the cake, but that was not the case. Sentinel, Optimus, Elita, and Corona were sound asleep. Sentinel and Elita napped in their sire's strong arms while Optimus was sleeping on their carriers shoulder. Corona curled up in her sire's left arm while he made drinks with his right. He can move her around if he needed to use his other servo. At first, Garth was going to be scolded for this fiasco. But Alpha Trion knew his nephew didn't do this on purpose.
If anything, Alpha Trion should've realized what his own children were capable of....
#sparkling siblings au#Sparkling Siblings WTFIYS#alpha trion#maccadam#tfa ultra magnus#transformers animated
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Bruh I haven’t drawn just the DCA in a WHILE.
Moon: “What makes YOU so special!” “Nngh, clean up! CLEAN UP!”
Sun: “Good friend! You’re back…” “CLEAN UP CLEAN UP CLEAN UP CLEAN UP…”
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Miss jars can we have a teeny tiny itty bitty bit of degrading kink today 🫣
…. Yea sure why not.
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She was positive she was fucked dumb. There was barely a thought there that wasn’t about how fucking amazinf she felt. On top of him with her hands bound behind her back, letting him do the work as she was rendered helpless. A thing she loved being when it came to him.
“All you are…” his lips brushed her ear, spreading against the love. “Is a pretty little hole to sink my cock into.” The thrusts up into her were deep, hard. Perfect. Making her squeak every time, her hands clenched around each other as she was jerked from the movement, left to his devices. The words made her cunt wet. As much as some people wouldn’t get it, she didn’t either. She just loved it. Being talked to as if he hated her.
“This is what you’re good for, darling. Laying there and taking my cock.” His nose brushed against her cheek, the heavier breathing washing over her jaw to make her shiver. “It’s what you deserve. Have a smart mouth, a pretty face, and tight holes. Just for me to use this time. None of the others could make you feel this good.” He crooned, finger pressing into her ass. “Right?”
Y/N moaned weakly, nodding her sweaty head against him. “Uh huh- uh huh. Only f’you.” She could barely speak. He was getting all the right angles, finger in her ass, getting all the right places to make her melt for him. Harry was another level of good sex, one she feared she would never be able to find again. She had failed since.
“That’s why you call me to stuff you full, make you go cockdumb for a while and clean you up. Don’t know if you deserve it, since you’ve let other people have it since I touched it…” he taunted. “But I don’t neglect what belongs to me unless deserved. You’ve been good, haven’t you?” He pushed the finger in deeper as he thrust into her again, smiling smugly at the hiccuped moan she released. “Haven’t let anyone else have my cunt?”
“No, no, no. No one else, Sir. No one.” She whimpered. “It’s yours, it’s always yours, I’m your slut. Yours.”
“That’s what I like to hear, pet. My darling little whore.” A sloppy kiss was gifted to her cheek as he picked up the pace. “Now lay there and let me hear how good you have it.”
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Solstice Sweetheart
Happy Secret Santa, Elise! This was such a fun prompt to tackle, and I hope you find as much joy in the New Year as these three <3 O'Darwin belong to @lumosinlove and the Cold Brewed Enchantments/ witchy coffeeshop genderbend AU is credited to the server's lovely minds!
Nat inhaled.
Bottles on the table—mostly. Repurposed jars held most of their previous contents, and those had been scattered to kingdom come since the night began. As they should be, of course. He could think of nothing worse than a mediocre solstice party. Awkwardness was born and bred in the cliquey little huddles of a party gone wrong.
Nat exhaled.
None of that, now. The house was still standing. People had fun. Out-of-control spellwork had been kept to a dull roar, even after the firewhiskey made an appearance. He could feel, deep in his soul, that it had been a good night.
Glass chimed in the other room. Kasey, if Nat had to guess. That sound had the hallmarks of her careful handling all over it. Alex was somewhere on the stairs if the heavy footsteps were any indication. If she was untangling the streamers from the banister, Nat was going to…he didn’t even know, anymore. He had spent the better part of a year since Alex’s arrival in their little town trying to figure out what the hell was going on between his girlfriend and the gorgeous new girl, with naught but a spinning head to show for it.
They knew each other. Kasey had told him that much. The dulled gray-blue of her tone said more than words could.
Soft humming floated through the empty doorframe. The gentle rasp of Alex’s voice had such a lovely color to it, like fresh maple syrup or crystalline honey. It glowed against the jewel tones of the rest of her—rich, curling clues tucked in tight next to sparking reds.
Kasey’s braid caught the light when she turned, only just visible through the kitchen doorway. Nat had loved that about their house since the first day; so few doors to still the air. Something was always in motion, always making noise. He wished Kasey could see it—the brilliance of sound, the cool shades of her voice—but she just seemed to like it so much when he described it.
And maybe that was something just for him to cherish. Their life clung to the ceiling corners like cobwebs. Words and music and laughter. A snippet of Kasey singing ‘happy birthday’ had been lingering in the dining room window since the summer.
“Winter!”
An electric blue comet zipped from the stairs to the kitchen sink.
“What?” came the mossy wave of Kasey’s answer.
“Knutty promised pastries for us tomorrow! She’s trying new recipes. Needs extra mouths.”
Alex would need more hands if she was trying to text Leo and clean at the same time. Nat gathered an armful of empty bottles off the table and dumped them into the recycling bin before turning to the staircase, where one sneaker-clad foot was barely visible through the slats in the railing.
“New recipes?” he asked.
Alex’s face popped into view. Still freckled, even in the dead of winter. Nat felt his stomach perform a funny little flip-flop over itself at her bright smile. “Oh, hey!”
Orange and gold fireworks, crackling about her head. “Thanks for cleaning that up.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Alex’s vague wave sent a curlicue of taupe his way. His mouth tanged with citrus when it reached him. “Least I can do.”
“None of the other guests stayed to help,” Nat pointed out, bending to collect a few paper crowns.
“None of the other guests are as gracious as me.” Her smile was quick and mischievous, but genuine. How often had Nat thought the same of its owner? “Get up here, Music Man. Where’s your solstice sweetheart?”
“Downstairs, with the dishes.”
Alex pulled a face that made her pointed nose wrinkle. “I told her I’d handle those.”
“Clearly it worked,” Nat teased. “Don’t feel too bad. You know how she gets around the solstice.”
A test. Just a teeny-tiny-itty-bitty maybe of a test. Alex’s fond smile was far and away the best answer. “Yeah,” she said, darting a grin toward Nat. “You’re a lucky one, Darcy. It ain’t easy being a seasonal delight.”
“I think she’s pretty great all year.”
“Good answer.”
It was times like this when Nat wondered if Alex could see what he saw. Or at least, if she understood. Dark topaz eyes ticked along the path of pensive purple.
Alex had been speaking in purple a lot, lately. He knew why. Even without his gift, he’d be a fool to miss the way she reached, hesitated, ached for Kasey now that their distance could be measured in inches instead of borders. It pulled at them both, torn edges of the past snagging on the present. He knew what it felt like to match himself to Kasey’s steady keel and let her draw him through her oceans. Alex spoke like someone who had swum those waters before, unafraid that Kasey would ever close the ice around her.
Nat…wanted that. For himself, and a laughed morning, Music Man held in golden parentheses, but more than that, for Kasey. She deserved so much. He could give so much. But if Alex had ridden out the storm and found harbor in Kasey’s heart enough to linger after all these years, Nat would be worse than a fool to let that fall away for his own sake. He could love them both.
Did.
Would.
“Nathaniel.”
“Alexandra.”
“You’re thinking at me.”
“You’re in love with my girlfriend.”
Alex’s hands never stuttered on the loops of ribbon. “Yes.”
Butter yellow. A pastel, more tender than her heavy saturation, but unyielding. “You didn’t stay here just to be a good guest.”
“No.”
Dandelion cradled in blush pink. “You’re in love with me.”
“Yes.”
She didn’t whisper. He didn’t know why he thought she would. Alex never whispered. She was far too vibrant for it to do any good. It didn’t matter if she was banging on their door to drag them out for a taste of Leo’s kitchen witchery or falling asleep on their throw pillows in her fox form—wherever Alex was, the world grew brighter.
“You should tell her,” Nat said.
“I won’t get in the way of what you have.”
“You won’t,” he agreed. It had lacked the fuzzy edges of a question, but that didn’t matter. Anything, as long as she understood.
“It’s—” The maroon undercurrent of her voice curdled mauve. Her gaze fell on him with the weight of a feather alighting on the water. “It was before you. I let her go. It’s okay.”
“Alexandra.” An old joke between them, perhaps too flirty for simple friends. Nat propped his chin on the end of the railing and made sure she was looking, really looking, before he continued. “I’m in love with my girlfriend, and I’m more in love with you every time you come by, and I’m pretty sure our solstice sweetheart has been head over heels for you since the day you met.”
Alex’s lips pressed together, but the smile ticking at the corners betrayed her.
“It seems like a waste to sit here and be sad on the stairs when Kasey Winter is in the kitchen and waiting for you to say something,” he finished quietly.
His heart should be racing. His stomach should be in knots, all aflutter the way it had been when he first asked Kasey out. But with Alex looking at him like she could hardly believe the marvel of her ears, he found only calm waiting.
“Yes.”
Crimson bloomed around the word. Alex was so sure of herself—Nat thought he might love that most about her, from not-so-sneaky tips stuffed into her sister’s café jar to her utter confidence that whatever new drink she brought to their doorstep would be the most delicious thing they had ever tasted. She was unfailingly correct. His eyes flickered to her mouth.
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged.
“Kasey first.” She deserved so much.
Alex’s smile grew, and she pushed herself up with a “don’t have to tell me twice” that flashed peacock through the stairwell. Peacock, like Kasey’s laughter on the first day of winter when her magic was thick and strong in her veins. Nat was pretty sure some part of his heart beat just to hear that sound and watch it coat their home.
He was already reaching for the ribbon where she left off when Alex’s hand closed around his wrist and dragged him after her. He couldn’t help a laugh and didn’t particularly want to—turquoise shimmered ahead of them where Kasey was singing along to the record player under her breath. What a thing to have waiting.
“Winter.”
Kasey looked up, a casserole dish held in both hands under the warm water. Her eyes darted between them; a golden brow arched. “What did you…”
It took two steps for Alex to close the distance between them. She shut the faucet off and took Kasey’s hands from the sink, holding her wrists between them without a care for the water dripping on them both. “Please?” came the lilac-soft request.
Any other time of year, and Kasey might have questioned it.
The solstice lined her in threads of gold and blue. Her cheeks were round and flushed pink with power, and her hands were steady despite the anticipation that quickened her breath when she looked to Nat, then back to Alex, then to Nat once more. “You spoke?”
“Yeah.”
Kasey leaned in and kissed her without a moment’s hesitation.
Nat watched Alex’s ribs expand to accommodate a deep breath in—tiny crystals of ice began budding in the water droplets on Kasey’s skin as she cupped her hands around the back of Alex’s head and exhaled, long enough for steam to billow up between them. It was kind of the season to let everyone else see how much of a wonder she was.
“Mmm, wait wait wait,” Alex hummed when Kasey began pulling away. She closed her hands around Kasey’s forearms without a care for the chill and kissed the smile from her lips in a burst. “Storm girl,” she whispered with periwinkle fondness that made Kasey blush. Her thumb traced the peony-pink of her cheekbones and Nat steadied himself on the countertop. “Gods and fae, I missed you.”
Nat loved her when she was a chattering fox on their couch, and loved her when she was tall and kind and warm in every word. He loved her when her booming reds mingled with Kasey’s mellow blue in harmony so perfect it struck him silent, just to listen and watch for a second longer.
“Nathaniel!”
When Alex pulled away to launch herself into his arms with a laugh so bright and happy he could see it through closed eyes, he thought he might love her so much he’d burst with it. The solstice was the time of greatest and best change for them. He could think of no better way to start anew than with Alex beside them.
#natalie darcy#kasey winter#alex o'hara#o'darwin#sweater weather#lumosinlove#my fic#fanfic#coldbrewed enchanments#witchy genderbend au#secret santa 2023#winter solstice
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Sweet as Sugar, Sharp as Fangs Part 2
Thank you @creweemmaeec11 for helping come up with the title!
Part One
The ada who opened the door wore nothing but a barely knee-length bathrobe and a pink boa. Luckily, he had enough thick gray fur, meticulously brushed and fluffed, that Maeve didn't feel quite so much like she was staring at a bare chest. His ears were like a jackal's, very long and pointed, only varying in their curled tips, but that was where the canine features ended: flat face, coonish paws, and no tail that she could see. And she was staring. Stupid. She couldn't just stare people up and down like pieces of...
Her gaze froze halfway toward the ground.
Cradled in the plush crook of one arm, so bundled he camouflaged in the fur and fabric, was her baby.
"Dio!" the ada said brightly, eyes fixing on the Dionyus.
"Finch!" Maeve cried simultaneously.
The ada's attention shifted onto her, flashing a smile full of short sharp teeth. "Oh, are you mum?" He adjusted Finch's weight in both hands to hold him out to her.
Maeve made no hesitation to pull him into her own arms, giving him a quick once-over.
The ada leaned forward, the scent of cinnamon wafting off his robe.
"He had an itty bitty little raw spot on his nose," he said, pointing a clawed finger, "but I spread lemon balm on it and since then he's been sleeping like a dream. You're different than I was expecting. Dio did say human, but he described you smaller and more deadish, but looking at you right now, you're quite lively. I can see it in the eyes, baby's got your eyes, lucky eh? I read that eyes are a person's most important feature because they're so central. They often carry the weight of a first impression. Speaking of, maybe you'd like some lemon balm with you for your own raw spots? I have lots and lots so if you'd like a jar, feel free to take one."
"Flor," said Dionyus, promptly stopping the other ada from finding another topic. "This is Maeve. Maeve this is Flor."
"Yes! Do come in!"
"We just came to pick up--" Dionyus started, but Flor was already starting back into the sitting room.
"So what is a human doing all the way out here at the wall? Sorry, silly question, it's obvious why. What's baby's name?"
Maeve glanced at Dionyus, ignoring his shaking head as she stepped after him. "Finch."
"How adorable. It really suits. Tea? I just heated some water."
Maeve blinked. A week ago she was isolated and fleeing for her life, yesterday she was trying to live just long enough to deliver Finch to safety, and now, an ada in a bathrobe--the third ada she'd ever properly met--was offering her tea. It was such a strange turn of events she could barely get out more than, "Er...I..well...I suppose?"
"Excellent! Dio?"
"As long as it's not any of your homemade blends."
Maeve startled to find the dark ada over her shoulder. So he'd followed her after all.
Flor let out a gentle huff as he bent for the teapot. Turned out he did have a tail, bobbed and only just peeking from his robe. "You know, Saren likes my blends. He uses them to stay alert on tower duty. You'd get used to them if you drank them enough. But alright, I won't force you. What sounds better ginger lemongrass or hibiscus blossom? " His tail flicked as he talked, lifting the hem of his robe.
"Flor, shouldn't you put something on?"
"Hm?" Flor glanced back at Dionyus with oblivious gray eyes. "No, I'm fine."
"I didn't mean for you."
"Ohhh." Flor smirked. He grabbed both tea boxes, hooking a couple teacups on his fingertips along the way, and balanced everything stressfully, but surprisingly well to the sitting table, plopping to the couch with a pof! of overstuffed cushions. He looked at Maeve as if imparting a secret. A particularly silly one. "Dio is shy. He never undressed in front of anyone the entire time we were in academy. He always arrived extra early. If we had a surprise drill, he waited until the armory was empty no matter the punishment for lateness."
"I'm not shy." Dionyus's feathers raised a fraction poking out like quills. "I'm simply not shameless like you."
Flor laughed, but ultimately ignored the hint, measuring out the herbs into a strainer over the first cup.
Maeve watched his nimble movements with lip-parted awe. She'd never seen an ada so comfortable in his own skin. Magnum had always seemed half-ready to climb out of his.
And she was staring again.
She shook herself. "Um...he--" Maeve nodded in Dionyus's direction, unable to bring herself to say his name like someone familiar and not a stranger only a few sentences deep into acquaintanceship. "--said you know a lot about children. Do you have your own?"
"Aw, Dio!"
"I never said a lot. I said more."
"Coming from you, that's still a compliment." Then to Maeve. "Short answer, no. But I am a chirr."
"A...chir?"
"Yeah, it's the type of ada I am."
"There are types?"
"Of course," Dionyus said. "We may look jumbled to you, but it's not like we turn out by chance."
"And how am I supposed to know that?" Maeve snapped. "By absorbing knowledge through mere presence?"
Dionyus glared but Flor continued cheerily as if the exchange hadn't happened.
"Dio is a shadowghast; if I may be so bold, Finch looks wolfbane. There many many types of adas, and despite what Dio said, we can get rather jumbled if types intercross, but most tend to stick to their own. You see, we all do things a little differently, so it's ideal to find a partner who shares those practices."
"Humans do that too," Maeve said. She stroked her fingertip down Finch's snout--smiling at his tiny yawn--perfectly aware of how she had not. She'd probably gone as far from familiar as she could go. The village called her a witch. Others a demoness. Her family favored the side of "broken-minded."
"For instance," Flor launched, passing a finished, floral-scented cup toward Maeve. "For chirr's, babies are a boy thing. We raise the kids and the mums do that hunting thing. Better because they've got us surpassed in size and teeth. Anyway, I grew up with lots of siblings so I've got lots and lots of experience. No mate yet, fingers crossed, but if you wouldn't mind putting in a good word for me around town that I'm very baby prepared?"
"She's not staying."
Maeve and Flor turned toward Dionyus together.
"She's not?"
"I'm not?"
Dionyus's feathered were straight up now, tufted ears flared and flattened. His long tufted tail lashed the floor. "Of course not! This is the Wall, specifically designed to keep humans out. She's lucky I even brought her this far, imagine the chaos if the inner city found out."
Panic crawled up Maeves throat, but she swallowed it hard before it could turn audible. Instead it writhed like snakes in her stomach. She'd done everything, risked everything, to get here. The trip had only proven what she already knew, there was no place for ada on her side of the wall. Not as equals anyway. And she didn't know if she could do isolation again after Magnum... Looking over her shoulder all the time, spooking at every sound, raising Finch afraid and hidden.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" she said.
"Leave."
"She can't do that!" Flor said for her. "She has a baby!"
"Finch can easily be set up in a wolfbane family. They're all about taking in strays. He'll be healthy and happy and--"
"I'm not leaving him." Maeve growled it, eliciting a small, sleeping cry from Finch as she held him tighter. "I didn't intend to live this long, but if I've made it this far, I'm seeing it through. I'm not just abandoning my son to a bunch of random creat-- adas. I'm especially not entrusting him to big, black feather duster who only helps as far as it's comfortable."
Dionyus shot upright, sloshing tea over the rim of Maeve's teacup as he hit the table. "You and your mutant child are none of my business. I did a good deed bringing you here, a far better deed than almost anyone else here would have offered you. Now, an ugly, bald-faced human isn't going to go unnoticed for long, so you're going to make a decision: leave the child as you intended or go together."
"Neither. You're just going to have to live with seeing my ugly bald face around town. I'm staying, and you can't make me go."
Dionyus scoffed. "How quaint. You think I'm what's denying you access? I'm a soldier. This is a council-level inquiry, and you'll never reach the building let alone get an audience."
Maeve glanced at Flor for clarification. The ada's long ears had gone sideways and he scrunched a little in his seat.
"The council are judges," he said quietly. "The big law deciders of the wall. Anything big questions are brought to them. They're located in the seat. That's in the center of the beyond, in the inner cities. Humans...technically aren't allowed."
"And I'm not vouching for you," Dionyus said.
Maeve stood abruptly, glaring firmly into the dark ada's narrowed eyes. "Then I'll talk to the council myself."
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Halfway through writing, I realized that this is literally Flor:
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Okay, well now I have to ask. What is your WIP aaaaaaaaaaa and what can you tell us about it? 👀
- Zac (@zacs-of-rwby)
this is qrow genfic bc i think a lot about yang's story abt him coming to haul her and ruby out of a grimm nest back when they were bitty, so this is just that bit retold from his pov
i think a lot abt qrow getting sucked into tai's family out of a sense of "well raven dipped so i gotta clean up her mess" and that being rly his first experience of what a normal childhood where you're not hated is like. also him with the kids makes me happy
They only stop crying when they’ve both tired themselves out, and Qrow finds himself trapped under both girls as they slump on his chest. He laughs nervously. “Come on, you two, we gotta get back home,” he tells them, shifting slightly to jar them back up. “Your dad’s gonna be worried. We can nap when you’re both in your beds.”
Yang begrudgingly gets to her feet, still rubbing at her swollen eyes with one hand. Ruby stays right where she is. She’s pretending she hasn’t heard him.
Qrow sighs. “C’mon, kiddo, up we go.”
“You killed my wagon,” Ruby mumbles into his chest. “You fed it to a Grimm.” Ah, so she’s going the emotional blackmail route.
Luckily for her, Qrow’s weak to it. “I know, I’m sorry,” he says. “Here, I’ll carry you home, but you gotta get up long enough I can get a hold on you.”
Ruby pops right up at that. Little shit. Qrow obediently swoops her up into one arm—she’s so little, not that Qrow has time to marvel at it—and offers his other hand to Yang. She takes it with wet fingers, and Qrow leads them back to Tai’s.
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In House of Yandere what if the MC is a bitty human?
WARNING: Mention of gore, yandere, and lack of consent
Sans
-You pretty much live on his desk. He sets up a nice area for you and brings you with him if he’s going out. He treats you pretty well but clearly is still controlling you. He doesn’t like you talking to the others in the house and you aren't allowed to wander around or leave his room without him.
Papyrus
-Treats you like a pet. It's a pretty good life all things considered, like it could absolutely be much worse. You have your own space, he brings you food and looks after you, you just have no real freedom. But he clearly worries for you and takes care of you.
Red
-This might be hell, you're not sure. He doesn’t really look after you and you should expect to be put in a bunch of life threatening situations. He finds it funny and entertaining which is all you really are to him. Some entertainment. Or at least he thought but honestly if anyone else hurt you or you got seriously injured he'd lose it.
Edge
-He keeps you in a glass jar in his office. He ignores you a lot, or it seems like he does. Eventually he starts talking to you as he’s reading or messing with a new formula and although you mind find it boring you aren’t really in danger with Edge. Even if he occasionally uses you to test poisons.
Blue
-Your fucked. Think of the worst possible situations you could be put in and then add blood or a lack of consent and there you are. He can basically get away with whatever he wants and you can’t fight back. Of course he’ll keep you alive but that’s so much worse.
Orange
-Actually works out better. Your size being the way it is means he doesn’t see you as a threat so he pretty much is straight with his personality from the get go. He honestly seems indifferent to you most of the time leaving you to your own advice but he thinks it's nice to have someone to be real with. He is very protective and jealous of you though.
Berry
-He thinks you're so cute. He is still pretty easy to manipulate even if you are a bitty as he is wrapped around your finger. I mean you still can’t leave but you have a pretty nice set up and you are comfortable at least.
Syrup
-He looks after you but it almost feels like he’ll ignore you or treat you like a prized pet. You can almost get whatever you want and he takes good care of you, taking you out with him wherever he goes and the two of you actually get along really well. Even if you can’t leave.
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Finished Stories Masterlist
Dollhouse
About a passionate doll enthusiast, keeping a whole house full of human dolls. (Set in the same universe as Sweet as Sugar.)
tw noncon bodymod, captivity, lady whump (both whumper and whumpee), multiple whumpees, dehumanisation, major character death
ending: bittersweet/hopeful
Under the Bell Jar
About a tiny whumpee trapped under a bell jar.
tw tiny whump, captivity, driven halfway to madness
ending: unhappy
Killing, Stalking... Whumping?
About an average whump enjoyer tracking down their favourite blogger and getting more than they bargained for.
tw DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, noncon, pet whump, gore, dehumanisation, torture, major character death
ending: unhappy
SPK canon content
Alternate ending to KSW, with a rescue and recovery.
SPK AUs
AUs of the AU.
Glitching
Interactive red room whump with the antagonist of KSW, Seth Menderita, as the star of the show.
tw DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, torture, red room setting, reader's pov, heavy gore, potential major character death
ending: multiple, choose your own version
Homewrecker
About a poor soul getting stuck in the spider web they had just managed to free their friend from.
tw constant manipulation and gaslighting, lies, medical whump, murder
ending: unhappy
At my Beck and Call (Arc 1)
At my Beck and Call (Arc 2)
About a vampire finding their new favourite toy in an unexpected alleyway — he's not going back in the office with his mind intact.
tw vampire whumper, mind control, kidnapping, captivity
ending: dubious
Discontinued Stories
The Institution
About a group of musicians trapped in a prestigious school, forced to perform in front of the whole world while trying to survive in rehearsal.
tw pet whump, human trafficking, murder
Seven Minutes in Hell (archive)
About a demon and his stolen incubus boytoy.
tw DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet whump, murder, torture, captivity, multiple whumpers
Accountability
About a miserable man finding himself in a situation where his obedient nature could actually benefit and save him.
Sweet as Sugar
About a successful and wealthy businesswoman and pet trainer getting her hands on more than she anticipated. (Set in the same universe as Dollhouse.)
tw pet whump, lady whumper, captivity, human trafficking
Crack Whump I Don't See Myself Touching Again
Itty Bitty Paw Paws
About a catboy whumper and his prey.
Deal With the Devil
About the literal Devil and their human plaything.
tw heavy torture, religious themes
Got Under Your Skin
About a demon finding their own fallen angel.
tw body control/forced to obey, religious themes, blood parasite thing (u'll get it if u read it)
Feelings Over Facts <3
About a pitiful and spiteful little man being held captive by an unusually obsessive captor.
tw captivity, obsessive/creepy whumper
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