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Hi! Not sure if you're doing requests, but if you do, maybe "Falling asleep together" from Fluff Bingo, with Libertus and Pelna and their s/o? Really like the way you write the Glaives, hope you'll have a great day/night!
Of course, I love do fluff bingo! Awwww, thank you kindly❤️ (but I still think I made them too OCC ) And I am so sorry it took me so long but my job is crazy right now, and I have less time for writing :/
And thank you for giving me ideas for writing ❤️ Just little warning Libertus kind of went out of control. (it took me quite long to get to the main point) So his story is little angsty that I anticipated.
*galadhian words used:
inalis - the sweetest /sweetie
Libertus Ostium:
He knew it was stupid to partake in that drinking game against Crowe, Pelna and Nyx. Hell, Luche was telling them not to do that. Always a buzzkill, that one! But maybe this time was Luche right, they really over did it even for their standarts. Libertus annoyedly sighed. Whole street was spinning under his feet, and his stomach wasn't happy about it either. Yeah, the hungover will be a bitch in the morning, he could tell the others would be in a bad shape after this too. He smirked gleefully, served them right for challenging him.
Lib had to lean against the wall for support. That cavaugh whiskey kicked different, that was for sure. He steadied himself and gritted his teeth, so close to his destination. Just one more crowded street and old creaking stairs to your doorstep. Oh Ramuh, you will not be happy about his state. When you two were once on a date in one of the lovely Insomnian park, you told him about your parent being alcoholic with pretty bad temper. Lib almost went to search for your parent to give them piece of his mind and most probably punch in the face If you didn´t stopped him right there. But the point was that you weren´t very keen of drunk people. In the back of his mind, guilt creeped on the surface and swept over him like a tsunami.
Fuck, he can´t get back to you looking like a shit. A certain memory flashed through his mind so crystal clear. When he came home drunk last time. You looked so upset, and Libertus would bet his misserable paycheck that you were also dissapointed in him. Even if you didn´t said it out loud. This turmoil of thoughts accompanied him the rest of the way. Lib wasn´t even sure how he got there. It was too fast. He was mindful not to make any sound when he opened your door, which as any drunk person is not really much possible.
"Libertus?" said your sleepy voice from sofa. Busted.
"Shhh, it´s kay! I didn´t want to wake you up, sweet cheeks." he clumsily walked to you and gently grabbed your hand in his big ones. You were taken a back with this, the sleep that clouded your mind slowly dissapearing. When your eyes focused Libertus looked quite sheepish, like a little boy who got into trouble. What adorable giant of yours!
" You ... you know that I love you, right? That I would never hurt you, like they did, inalis." his hands were so warm and caloused against yours. "I - I know you don´t like when I get drunk an-..." you pecked those puffy lips to silent him . " Is that what this is all about?" shaking your head in disbelief, you said. " Lib, you´re not them! I may not be thrilled of you getting drunk, but" you grabbed his chin that he could look at you," you would never hurt me. We love and respect each other too much." Lib eyes were blown out, damn it! He start to showering you in sweet kisses. You laughted at his antic. " Baby, stop! Let´s get you in the bed." Unhappy grumble leaved his throat, but obediently complied. You helped him to your small bedroom, it was kind of struggle because Libertus holded you like his life depended on it. You let him sit and helped him to undress. Libertus then collapsed onto the mattress.
" Big boy, that´s my side of bed." you teased. He tiredly mumbled something that sounded too much like smells like you. You climbed after him on the bed. Your head instantly rested on his chest right where his heart lies, while you both hugged and entangled your legs. Even though Lib was drunk, he still smelled so alluringly. It always made your mind peacefull. A faint snore reached your ears. You have to restrain not to laugh aloud, your teddy bear went out like a light. You softly kissed his temple. "Sweet dreams, love." You said silently before his heartbeat lulled you also to land of dreaming.
Pelna Khara:
Why is he even putting up with this? Pelna briefly wondered. He was tired of the constant problems that haunted them everywhere they went. Such was the life of Kingsglaive, Barett once told him when on guard duty. Still the last mission was "disastreous" in the eyes of nobles, and the paperwork for it was even worse. That´s what they get when Furias are on demolition team. Door in to his small office went open, and inside walked wall of papers. "Soni, this isn´t even funny anymore, how much papers are we suppose to sort?" lamented Pelna. Sonitus head popped out under the papers. He had that apologetic smile. " Don´t ask that, or you will get depressed like Luche." Pelna wanted to tear his own hair out out of flustration. His energies were on the lowest, he needed sleep so badly. " Yeah, it´s that bad. Let me take your place for a moment. You look awful, man. " Soni offered. Pelna exhaled sharply. That badly he looked, eh? " I suppose, I could use a break for a minute." Pelna took his mug and went for kitchen. Coffee should help him out. But what suprise awaited him in there, was you swaying into soft music from radio. The smell of freshly grounded coffee beans hitting his nostrils. You were his sweet balm for the soul and all ills. Pelna sneakily went to hug you from behind. and cheekily pecking you on the cheek.
" Yes, darling?" you asked sweetly. Pelna didn´t miss the tiredness of your voice.
" I just wanted to see my favourite person." You were both in awful shape. " You flatterer, you definitively went for coffee first." loopside grin appeared on his face. You took his mug and poured him fresh black coffee. Then you added two sugars and one coffee creamer, just how Pelna likes it. This warmed him inside, even on the verge of collapse, you would still take care of him.
" Come on, let´s sit down on the sofa. You´re already half asleep on me." you teased lightly. But Astrals know that you could use a break. You both sat down, Pelna more likely collapsed. Luckily you had both of your mugs that you put on the small table. Pelna needily embraced you, his warm and weight enveloping you in human cocoon. Pelna tickled you with his beard on your neck.
" Just five minutes of rest, what do you say Y/N?" he huskily said in your ear. Oh, you couldn´t deny your precious husband. He was addicting like chocolate.
" Oh my, what would I do with you? I can possible let you hurt yourself now because of lack of sleep, do I?" his eyes shined joyfully. Pelna nestled his head on your stomach, using it as comfortable pillow. Your hand automaticaly went in to his soft raven hair, stroking it lovingly. "Thank you, Y/N." he whispered sleepily. Your head rested on the sofa armrest. Your eyelids started to feel so heavy, until you stopped noticing your surroundings and sleep overtook you as your husband.
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Two and half hour later in a common room.
"Should´n we wake them up? "
"Don´t you even dare, Furia."
Secret Baby Preview
“Story,” Siren said, not moving his servos from around Jazz’s shoulders. He could feel the immature magnets trying desperately to hold onto him. Jazz’s shoulders were so much smaller than Prowl’s and Jazz wondered if he could ever bear the weight on them that Prowl had all these vorns.
“Yeah, story, Siren.” Jazz picked a page at random and started reading. Siren stayed with his face pressed tight against Jazz’s spark until they both fell asleep.
“The truth of it is that Shade’s foster family was not an idea situation –“
“They were slaggers and we pulled her yesterday.”
The minibot at the desk offlined his optics and took a deep vent.
“Yes, thank you for expanding on that Turbine.”
“Glad to help!” Prowl wasn’t sure if that smile was genuine or mocking. Rotary didn’t seem to mind though.
“So, you see,” he continued on, “we were tasked with finding her temporary placement until her new foster can be thoroughly vetted by our team. Thoroughly.” There was something in his tone now…”I was informed by my superiors that you two would be good candidates to take her for the next few days. Temporarily, until we found a more permanent placement.”
How the hell did I manage that?
The wordcount is now EXACTLY 123,450.
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.
Me: I know! I’ll use this idea to fill a spot on the Bingo! Great! Quick little insta-lust with feelings and a funny joke. 1,500 words, done in an evening!
Brain: Complicated backstory. Alternate Universe.
Me: 2,000 words and some cute confessions of attraction
Brain: Fun exciting chase scene in the middle. Explosions. Characters clashing.
Me: Insta-lust with awkward Prowl and two funny jokes. Final offer.
Brain: Slow burn. 3 parts. Character arc.
Argh, someone stop me...
Virgin Widow
Prowl got the comm as he was comforting a femme, her sparkling only a few hours old, her bonded still missing in the rubble of the hospital. The attacks were increasing in frequency as fuel shortages shot up.
:Prowl, report to the temple immediately!:
:I am at the site of the bombing: Prowl explained. Of course it was his great-grandcreator. :I will not be able to leave for -:
:Your ceremony is in less than an hour! If you do not present yourself immediately and I have to arrange another bonded for you, you will be less than pleased.: There was an unpleasant oiliness to his grandcreator’s voice – less like a warm, smooth oil bath and more like the greasy strings of muck that accumulated in the gutters along the street.
Prowl looked down at his servos where one were pressing a bandage to the femme’s bleeding helm and the other cupping the whimpering newspark. The longest scar ran from his elbow joint to the center of his palm. The palm where a tiny helm rested.
He could take a few more scars.
:I will leave once the scene is secured, grandcreator.:
Working on the Virgin Widow tile for Fluff Bingo (21 tiles attempted, 13 completed) and thinking about the tropes on it. I’ve been twisting them how I like, but I still understand the appeal of them in their original state.
Widows occupied an interesting place in western literature. The Virgin Widow trope means you get all the benefits of being a widow - financially stable, less likely to induce a scandal, sexually available - without the character having actually experienced married life or love. While there is obviously a lot of unfortunate implications with it, especially in regards to women throughout history and purity culture, I do understand the appeal. The contrast of independence/vulnerability. The angst or humor of the secret being drawn out. The plot where the hero/heroine endures a terrible marriage and is finally free and gets to explore intimacy as part of a healthy relationship.
It would be a fun one to play with in a modern setting.
Just in case anyone is wondering how my writing is going, here was today’s intended goals:
Secret Baby - 5,000 words
Virgin Widow - finish
What actually happened was:
Start Secret Baby, remember something I wanted to add onto Happy Endings. While doing that remember that Halloween fic I’ve been chipping away at and track that down because I didn’t put it in it’s own word file and forgot which one it’s in. Find it in Warring Houses. Remember something I wanted to add to that fic. Remember to put Halloween fic in it’s own file and get distracted by that for a few hundred words. Go back to Warring Houses. Inexplicably start plotting Optimus philosophical/horror fic (with happy ending). Get distracted making chocolate dipped strawberries.
Hopefully the sugar rush (because I can’t abuse caffeine anymore) will help.
Excerpt from today’s clusterfluff: Virgin Widow
Jazz moved onto the next piece in the pile that needed fixing. On a ship it never ended. He scooped more grease onto his cloth.
He hadn’t expected to ever bond. Most bots would see him and run the other way. It was just that…
Jazz wanted to throw the can across the room. He wanted to take the wheel and twist it in his servos until it was warped and distorted.
He set everything gently back into place.
He’d known it wasn’t a love match. He’d just thought that the other mech might have been in the same situation as Jazz. If neither of them had a choice, if they were both being forced into this, then they couldn’t really hate each other. He’d thought that they could at least try to make each other happy.
He had wanted to try.
Jazz vented slowly and lifted the next part on the list to be fixed.
He was the Captain. He had led his crew through pirate attacks, gravity wells, and foreign customs. Sometimes, even in space, the only direction was forward.
Virgin Widow first chapter!
Featuring: Prowl being abused by his evil family. Jazz being a closet romantic with a secret. Arranged marriage!
Happy Endings is updated! AU where Prowl and Jazz adopt baby Rung and Whirl.
Excerpt:
Prowl went through the steps of loading the cleaner, filling the reservoir with cleanser, and where to put them.
Prowl watched Whirl, focusing so carefully on not dropping or crushing the cubes, and made a decision.
He dropped one.
“Bolts!” he muttered, pretending to be annoyed as he lifted the now dented and cracked cube. “Oh well, easily replaced.” He tossed the cube into the trash and kept loading. Later, as they were taking the clean cubes out, Whirl fumbled one as well and it crashed to the floor.
“Pit!” he said and bent down. He lifted it, looked at the crack, and tossed it in the trash as well. “You’ll need a new set before we get them all clean,” he said and Prowl smiled.
Mission accomplished.
Prowl stirred his drink as he waited, feeling a mixture of emotions – tight threads of worry constricting his spark, the electric feeling of meeting a friend, and a warmth he couldn’t quite place. For want of something to do with his servos, he poured in more flakes and watched them swirling in his cube. The faint glint of the silver flakes in the pale blue energon matched the weather outside. A thin frost of hydrogen was settling on the street and on the shoulders of the bots passing by the window.
Chapter 2 is up! If you like it and have the spoons, tell me what you think!
I swear I’m working on Warring Houses.
Excerpt for proof:
“Bitlet, why is your lip bleeding?” On the screen, Prowl stood up from his chair and leaned forwards to get a better look.
“Are you injured, Red Alert?” he asked with concern.
“I hit it when I was hiding,” he said. He lifted a servo and touched the sore spot. His fingers came away shiny with energon.
“What were ya hidin’ from?”
Crash!
Shattered glass and energon on the ground.
“Run!”
Friends to Lovers
Oh slag Oh slag ohslagohslagohslageohslag!
Where could he go? What could he do?
No. Stop. Think and plan. You are the Special Ops Helm. You do not panic.
Jazz onlined his optics and caught sight of Prowl, still asleep on one of the the Rec room benches, one arm tucked under his helm, the other tucked up against his bumper.
Okay. You panic a little.
0-0-0
It would be fine. Everything would be fine. This could and would be dealt with in the same way all unexpected things were, with careful planning and tactical precision.
You have the most advanced tactical computer at your disposal. You are fully capable of using it to figure this out.
Prowl vented deeply and looked up at Blaster’s impromptu stage. Jazz spun around, the microphone in his servo mostly a prop, and caught Prowl’s optic. He winked.
Perhaps, now would be a good time to seek more experienced insights.
0-0-0
“Ratchet! I need some major talkin’ down! I think I’m losin’ it!”
0-0-0
“Optimus, if you have a moment, I would like to discuss something urgent. I believe I am experiencing a full processor error.”
0-0-0
Second Chapter of Virgin Widow!
Summery: Prowl's and Jazz's families arrange their bonding for business reasons. Prowl works hard to protect the people of his city, but when he goes home he is at the mercy of his family. Jazz was born in space and is ostracized because of his frame type and appearance.
Excerpt:
“Captain, are you okay?”
Strongarm again. He half missed his previous sergeant, Puller, who had the intelligence of an energon goodie and had been quickly promoted above Prowl.
“I have been better,” he said, knowing the triteness would only annoy her. Sure enough he heard a huff behind him and Strongarm came up beside him. She knelt next to his chair and waited.
“It was a difficult evening, Strongarm,” he finally said, quietly. “I am just tired.”
“Is your bonded unkind, sir?” Prowl turned. She was half again as tall as he was, even kneeling she could meet his optics. She looked concerned – actually concerned.
“No. I’ll probably never meet them. It was by proxy. My family is just difficult.” He had never explained what he meant, but he was certain most of the station had guessed by now. He’d returned from visits enough times with something bandaged or dented.
But the Praxian Shipping Empire funded the entire Enforcers Corps – no one was going to say anything.
I find that the best way to combat writer’s block is to always end in the middle when the words are flowing, but I’m getting too tired to hold my eyes open. That way some of the flow is still there, like a seed crystal buried in the words.
Excerpt:
One of the things Prowl had not been prepared for on his journey to Captain of his own Station, was that he would have to bail out his own enforcers.
Frequently.
“This is all a big misunderstanding!”
“We will crack open this case with a can opener!”
“I was not supposed to be here.”
Behind the laser bars stood, in order: a placating Nightbeat, an over-charged Searchlight, and a morose Smokescreen.
Behind him, Prowl could hear the officers of the 3rd Street Enforcers giggling.
“Did any of you use your processors, at any time, during any of this?” he asked, rhetorically. Of course they hadn’t. If they had he wouldn’t be standing here, in front of the snickering 3rd Street Captain, with a very sleepy Chase under his arm, bailing them out of jail for trespassing.
I am currently working on so many stories! Old and new, but Virgin Widow is letting me hit my groove just like Secret Identity did. It’s just flowing so nicely!
Here’s a spoiler-y preview
Prowl steered them to the back corner and grabbed onto the pole. He turned Smokescreen towards him so that his face was mostly hidden. Smokescreen took this as an invitation to tuck his helm into the curve of Prowl’s shoulder and bawl louder.
“I have you,” Prowl murmured, starring the other passengers down. Some looked mildly concerned, others annoyed. He heard the tail end of one bot saying “-wimps probably crying about –“ and shuffled Smokescreen further back.
Beside them, a tankformer with an impressive amount of very politically charged engravings shifted until his massive arm and shoulder shielded the two of them from the rest of the bus. Prowl whispered his thanks. The bot only grunted and nodded.
Fluff Bingo Chapter 61: Friends to Lovers
Oh slag Oh slag ohslagohslagohslageohslag!
Where could he go? What could he do?
No. Stop. Think and plan. You are the Special Ops Helm. You do not panic.
Jazz onlined his optics and caught sight of Prowl, still asleep on one of the the Rec room benches, one arm tucked under his helm, the other tucked up against his bumper. His doorwings were twitching gently.
Okay. You panic a little.
0-0-0
It would be fine. Everything would be fine. This could and would be dealt with in the same way all unexpected things were, with careful planning and tactical precision.
You have the most advanced tactical computer at your disposal. You are fully capable of using it to figure this out.
Prowl vented deeply and looked up at Blaster’s impromptu stage. Jazz spun around, the microphone in his servo mostly a prop, and caught Prowl’s optic. He winked.
Perhaps, now would be a good time to seek more experienced insights.
0-0-0
“Ratchet! I need some major talkin’ down! I think I’m losin’ it!”
0-0-0
“Optimus, if you have a moment, I would like to discuss something urgent. I believe I am experiencing a full processor error.”
State of the Bingo Card. Blue is finished, green is in progress. Note, I STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN BINGO.