What Im Working On! :)

What I’m working on! :)

Secret Identity -

“Beep!”

She smiled into the cushions and heaved herself up.  Oh, yes, she still had company.  She hobbled slowly to him.

He was so small still – all gangly uncontrolled legs and big pedes.  His optics took up half his face and they followed her around the room whenever she set him down.

She was still working on getting Arietes to fall into recharge in the small crib Ultra Magnus had helped her make.  So far he had refused to recharge anywhere but wrapped up in her wings.  Even when she laid him down after he’d fallen into recharge, he woke up and demanded her attention.

Scandal Induced Marriage -

“Is that all you hope for Monochrome?  The least pain?”

“There is nothing else to hope for, Meister.”

And in that one sentence Prowl could put his entire existence.  It had always been about minimizing the damage.  Of course he would fail – but how badly?  How much of it could he cover up?  What was the line until it was too much for someone to take – his caregivers, his classmates, his teachers, his coworkers, his – his friends.

Secret Baby -

They had gone out for more groceries and a quick visit to the park.  Hound and Beachcomber were deep into a hack of the Station computer and so Jazz had offered to go and bring back a few cubes.  He’d had to bring Siren – no way could either of them watch him while hacking through those firewalls.

Jazz couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that he started to get uneasy.  When he was out with Siren by himself, he was always in a low level state of anxiety.  

As I type this, someone is reading and reviewing nearly every chapter of one of my fics.  Backwards.  What fierce joy is this?

A Decepticon waits in a cell. Optimus Prime, recently rescued, goes to talk with him.

Hopeful ending.

Warnings for: discussions of torture, allusions to rape/non-con, discussion of death

Updated ‘A Celebration of Consent’

“Hey, Optimus, don’ know if ya know, but me ‘n Prowl occasionally like to add a third?  We’d like to ask you if you’d be interested in that.”

Optimus, caught between surprise, disbelief, and a sip of energon, choked, squeaked, and coughed. Jazz leaned out of the way and cocked a brow as he tried to clear his intake.

“Okay then.  Prowl’s gonna hit on ya this evening at the party. Just wanted ta let ya know in case ya thought we was split or he was fraggin’ around.  If ya don’t want ta, just don’ flirt back.  See ya there!”

Finished! :)

Cute has been updated!

I posted the next chapter of Cute!  This was my favorite part of writing chapter 6:

He wasn’t the Autobot leader or the matrix bearer or even Alpha Trion’s assistant anymore.  Optimus clasped his hands to his face and held in a squeak of elation.  He bounced in place.  He was looking forwards to finding out who he was now.  No one could expect him to return as he was.  

Which meant that if he and Smokescreen decided to do something against the rules and incredibly silly, making a huge mess in the process purely for the fun of it, he wouldn’t be in trouble.  It wasn’t his responsibility to set an example or worry about what other bots would think.  

He walked a little faster through the halls, the click-clack of his – now tiny – pedes on the floor echoing in the empty halls.