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A New Life

Back from vacation posting another fic I have hidden in my Google drive. Once again thanking @foxespen for helping me write this! She owns Scraplet and I own the sparkling, who's name happens to be Vi (since she isn't named in the story) Hope you all enjoy!

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Even with the Quintessons dealt with, Scraplet knew he shouldn't be out exploring alone. Starscream had to have noticed he was missing by now and he was definitely going to get grounded when he got back. Oh well. It would be worth it after getting to see so much.

Still, he's been out for a while. Maybe he should head ba-

A loud cry cut off his thoughts. Wings perked up, he was immediately on high alert as he scanned the area. He could only see the usual fauna that lived on the surface, whispy plants swaying in the soft wind. Suddenly he saw something move in the bush along with another cry. He kept his blaster at the ready as he approached, but froze when he finally got a peak at what was causing the noise. 

A tiny transformer squirming uncomfortably in the grass. Scraplet had never seen one like this, lacking armor and the protoform looked soft and pudgy. 

“H-hello, little one. Where did you come from?” He reached out and gently brushed her helm with his digits. 

The tiny transformer let out a distressed whine and reached for him, grasping at his digits with her little servos. She didn't respond verbally, or even seem to understand what he said.

Maybe her voice box was malfunctioning? He should take her to Starscream and get her help. Carefully picking her up in his arms, he was able to feel how soft the protoform was. It was an odd feeling, but not an unpleasant one. “I hope you don’t mind me carrying you. It’s a little ways away from our base and it will be fast for me to fly us there.”

She settled her weight onto him almost as soon as he picked her up. Her only other response was a nonsensical babble as she seemed happier to be off the ground.

Scraplet couldn’t help but chuckle, this weird tiny transformer was kind of cute. He felt a protective feeling deep in his chassis. Holding her securely he booted up his thrusters and took off to the sky. Going slow and steady, he kept glancing back to the little one to make sure she was ok.

The tiny bot was visibly nervous, clinging to him and burying her faceplates in his neck cables. She was whimpering a little, but not full on crying just yet. Scraplet gently pulled her closer to his chassis, letting her hear the subtle hum of his engine. “It’s gonna be ok. Starscream will know what to do. Maybe Soundwave can help, too! He’s an expert with minicons!” He gave her a warm grin.

Little tear filled optics stared up at him for a moment before smushing back into his chassis. She still didn't seem to understand what he was saying, but clung tighter to him either way.

Scraplet’s smile fell and his optics widened. Oh no, he made her more upset! Ok, better get to the base a little quicker. Hopefully Starscream will know what to do.

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The Decepticon Air commander stood at the landing pad with his arms crossed and his pede tapping impatiently as he watched the sky. 

“You’re going to break your thrusters.” 

Starscream glanced back to meet Megatron’s optics, clicking his glossa as he started passing instead. “He knows he needs to consult me before leaving the base alone. Especially if he’s gone for this long. Ugh when he comes back he’s going to be on washroom duty for two- no three weeks!”

Megatron rolled his optics as Starscream screeched out his frustrations. “The boy isn’t going to learn how to handle himself if you keep coddling him.”

The seeker’s wings twitched in irritation. “I will handle my underling and decide when he is ready to ‘handle himself’, my lord.” He tried to control the amount of venom he spat out with the title.

Both mechs perked up when they heard the sound of thrusters getting closer, spotting the youngling gently coming to a stop on the landing pad. 

“Scraplet! Where have you been? You know you’re not supposed to-” The seeker froze when he got closer and saw the small sparkling in his arms. “W-what the-? Wh-where did you get a sparkling?!”

At the mention of a sparkling, Megatron quickly approached to look at the little one. 

Said sparkling was still clutched against Scraplet's chassis, clinging as tightly as her little servos could. She let out a loud distressed whine, clearly not liking all the sudden attention.

“I-I found her out in a field.” Scraplet nervously tried to explain. “I think something is wrong with her vocalizer. She won't talk.”

“Of course she won’t, she’s a sparkling!” Starscream exclaimed as he looked the little one over. “She looks so young… You found her in the field?” Megatron’s face turned dark at the thought of the sparkling being left all alone in a slagging field. Right now he had to focus on the problem in front of him, but he intended to hunt down the carrier and have a chat. 

“A sparkling?” Scraplet tilted his helm in confusion. “What’s a sparkling? Is it a kind of minibot? That’s what I thought she might be.”

Said Sparkling was finally lifting her helm just barely enough to look at the two larger bots. Wide, tearful optics stared at the seeker and warlord for a moment before she hid her faceplates again.

“A sparkling is a young Cybertronian. One that has just been brought to life by a carrier and sire.” Starscream explained as he tried to get a closer look at the sparkling.

“You mean like when you created me? But I don’t remember being this small.”

“You weren’t. You were cold constructed like most bots are nowadays.” He pointed at Scraplet. “You emerged with a younger frame, but still fully functioning as a grown bot.” He pointed at the sparkling. “Judging by the lack of armor, this one has only recently emerged and will take a long time before she can walk or speak on her own.”

“We should take her to Soundwave for a check up. Who knows what she might be carrying.” Starscream reached towards the bitty to take her out of Scraplet’s hold. 

The sparkling shrunk away from Starscream as he tried to take her. He was new and scary and she didn't want to go with him.

“M-maybe I should hold her. She’s pretty skittish.” Scraplet held her tighter as he gently patted her helm.  The sparkling blinked up at him before taking his digits into her tiny servo. After examining his servo she stuck a digit in her intake, chewing with soft protoform instead of sharp denta.

Starscream sighs before he gestured for his ward to follow him. “Don’t think I forgot you left without permission. We’ll discuss your grounding later.”

The young seeker’s wing dropped slightly as he sighed. Meanwhile Megatron was following close behind, meeting the sparkling’s optics that were now on him. They were yellow, almost too big for her faceplate though she would likely grow into them. 

He can’t remember the last time he had properly seen a sparkling, or been allowed near one. They were common among the higher class, those that could afford someone else to take care of them. In the mines however, it was a hazard. Even if you could find time to spark another bot, it would be too dangerous to carry the thing down there. And if you got to the emergence? The guards could snatch them away, never allowing the carrier to see their bittlet again…

It made his tanks churn and his energon boil thinking about it.

Pulling Scraplet’s digit out of her intake, the bitty continued to stare at Megatron. After another moment or two a small smile formed on her tiny lipplates. The first smile she's given since being found.This sparkling, this tiny little bitty, smiled at him. Completely ignorant to his inner turmoil, to everything he's done. He knew in that moment he couldn't, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Wouldn't let her have the same miserable life he did. 

He would make sure of it.

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Finally have wifi back for good now. And because I'm who I am I wrote smut in my notes app while on vacation <3

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shame in the garden

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I fear a majority of the self indulgent stuff I'm gonna post will be Shockwave and my OC Gleam and I'm not sorry in the slightest for it

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Might post more of the self indulgent stuff I've written when I'm back from vacation. Maybe

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"The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I'm not a trannie or a fag so I don't care, just give 'em the medicine they need."

"This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility."

One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.

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Me when I'm Bahamas

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Brought Rung with me though c:

Going on vacation for a week but when I get back I Might post more fics. If I can actually finish them. Literally there's probably over 100 wips in the Google folder I have with @foxespen we're great at starting fics but terrible at finishing them

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Going on vacation for a week but when I get back I Might post more fics. If I can actually finish them. Literally there's probably over 100 wips in the Google folder I have with @foxespen we're great at starting fics but terrible at finishing them

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Selfish

This just in. Cringe culture is dead and I'm posting my self indulgent fluffy oc x canon fanfiction. In the dead of night so no one can perceive me

The knightformers au belongs to @archie-sunshine and Gleam belongs to me. I hope the two entire people that end up seeing this enjoy

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Shockwave knew he was the last person to deserve the sight before him. Gleam's tired eyes staring at him lopsided in the dimly lit room, freckles glowing a pale blue in contrast to the warm yellow of the light spell she was just barely maintaining in her sleepy state. It was late, and yet she always insisted on staying up with him as long as possible whenever he stayed over. Another thing he knew he didn't deserve.

Shockwave was well aware of the truly heinous things he had done in the war. To others. To himself. His form corrupted beyond repair, done of his own free will in his pursuit of knowledge and power. Even just speaking his name was enough to make some shudder with fear. And yet, sleepy sky blue eyes stared with nothing but pure love and adoration for him. 

Truly, he had no right to have such eyes on him. No right to be laying beside Gleam on her vast collection of soft blankets and pillows, gently brushing his thumb over the star-like freckles on her cheek. Surely just a mere touch from an abomination like him would corrupt her beauty, and yet it never did. 

“You look lost in thought.” Soft purple words appeared in front of him and lingered for a moment before fizzling out. 

“I am simply wondering how many stars were sacrificed in order to etch them into your skin so beautifully.” Of course he would never tell her what was truly going through his mind. He had made the mistake of expressing these thoughts to her once and will not be doing so ever again. It had resulted in a confusingly angry and affectionate lecture on all the good he’s done for her, how happy he makes her, and how dare he disparage her boyfriend like that. Definitely not something he was looking for a repeat performance of.

Unaware of his mental plight, Gleam simply smiled and leaned into his touch. “You already know. You counted at least ten times by now.”

And he had, because of course he had. It was imperative that he knew every single detail of her body, the exact number of freckles on it included. Of course she hadn’t stayed still through the ordeal which had necessitated the numerous recounts. Not that he minded. It was simply more time spent appreciating the sight of her he knew he wasn’t worthy of.

“Perhaps if you hadn’t moved so much I wouldn’t have needed to count so many times. The slightest touch had you squirming.” He poked her side just to see the silent giggle etching a smile onto her face, only for a yawn to break it.

“You are tired. You need to sleep.” Shockwave had lost the need to sleep long ago with his corruption, but could still appreciate sleep when it allowed him to hold his love while she rested. A fact he had to struggle to remember when a truly heartbreaking pout formed on Gleam’s face. She hated when he insisted she sleep when he was there. She always wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he left again.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know I will be here for at least three more days.”

“I know…” Suddenly she leaned forward, loosely draping her arms around his shoulders. “Carry me to bed? Please?”

Another tactic of hers. One he was powerless to resist.

“Very well.” Carefully pulling her into his arms, Shockwave stood and lifted Gleam from the mass of pillows and blankets. The “cuddle puddle”, she had dubbed it. Making sure not to jostle her he carried her to her bedroom, though she kept insisting he call it their bedroom, and set her on the bed. It took some gentle tugging as well as the promise to only take a moment to remove his armor to convince her to untangle her arms from around his shoulders. He felt her eyes on him as he turned his back to her and began removing his armor, and no sooner had the last piece been removed did he feel her arms wrapping around his waist and gently pulling him back towards the bed.

“Impatient little thing.” Yet his tone held nothing but fondness as he allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed, turning himself so he lay facing her and once again had her adoring gaze on him. Of course, no sooner had he laid down did he feel her delicate fingers tracing the ‘Y’ shaped scar on his chest. It was self inflicted of course, done to himself in the process of becoming what he is now. This time he forcefully shoved down the thoughts of such an unholy part of him tainting her soft skin as he felt the soothing pulse of healing magic flowing across his chest. It wouldn’t do anything. Scars this old couldn’t be erased. Gleam knew this as well, and yet she insisted on doing this every time. She had claimed it was the same thing as “kissing it better.” An action she had also performed on numerous occasions. A completely nonsensical and illogical notion, not to mention completely useless and ineffective.

Though he found it increasingly difficult to care as the calming blue light from her palm illuminated the scar on his chest as well as the jagged runes etched onto his arms. A cheap bastardization of the pale blue starlight on her cheeks.

All too soon, the light faded and she simply rested her hand on his chest. Even in the near complete darkness of the room, Shockwave could see Gleam struggling to keep her eyes open. Normally he would pull her to him, keeping her safe in his arms as she rested, but he was feeling a bit self indulgent tonight. Instead, he tucked his face into the crook of her neck. He felt her silent giggle as her hand found the back of his head. Tendrils of smoke caressed her fingers as he nuzzled further into her. The scent of medicinal herbs and flowers flooded his senses. A scent so uniquely her that he couldn’t get enough of.

Shockwave stayed pressed against her, as close as he could possibly get, hearing and feeling her breathing gradually evening out as she fell asleep. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, his mouth began to open. Jagged teeth poised just millimeters away from the thin skin of Gleam’s throat. It would be entirely too easy to bite down. To tear her tiny little throat out that wouldn’t have been able to scream even before then. She was so weak. So fragile. And yet she slept so soundly, unaware of the true danger she was in. She trusted him so implicitly. Him. The Demon Lich. And he so readily, so selfishly took advantage of her trust. Allowed her to show him affection. Allowed him into her home and bed. Accepted her kindness and gazed upon her beauty he had no right seeing. 

Yes. Shockwave was selfish. Keeping this treasure locked away all for himself. Away from someone who truly deserved such a light in their life. But really, when has he ever cared about being selfish? Not once has he been a good person and he wasn’t about to start now. He had his love in his arms, whether he deserved it or not, and he will not be letting her go.

Daring to let the tip of his tongue brush against Gleam’s throat, tasting her, feeling the small shiver run down her sleeping body, Shockwave felt a sense of satisfaction knowing no one else would have her. She was his and only his.

Slowly, he closed his mouth again. He nuzzled his face back into her neck, taking in her scent once more as the thought settled in his mind.

He truly was a selfish man.

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Sunlight slowly filtered into the bedroom as the sun rose and Gleam awoke not to the gentle brushing of fingers on her cheek like she did when Shockwave stayed over, but to the feeling of arms wrapped tightly around her waist and soft breaths fanning over her neck. Her sleep-addled mind struggled for a long moment to comprehend the situation before it finally clicked. 

Shockwave had fallen asleep.

Gleam remembered him telling her that he could sleep, he just didn’t need to anymore. So even on the rare occasion that he wanted to be held by her as she slept, much like last night, she would always wake to their positions reversed and Shockwave stroking her cheek or hair. Not long after he would make her get up and start the day, no matter how much she pouted.

Today was different, however. Shockwave had fallen asleep and was still asleep. Asleep and clinging to her. Logically, she knew she should wake him up and get the day started. She had potions to make and he had his own projects to work on. But when did she ever get to sleep in with him? Surely just a few more minutes to hold him wouldn’t hurt?

Yes. It was fine. She could keep him to herself for a little while longer. She could be a little selfish. 

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The second I get the courage to finish and post my first contact au fics it's OVER for you bitches

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"can mutuals DM you?" Is this a joke, I'd rub up on some of them like a cat.

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"Your boyfriend is evil!" "Your boyfriend is cruel and horrifying!" Well, he's a joy to me. Maybe it's a you problem.

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For all four of you who see my posts regularly, would you wanna see more of the fics I've written?

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Anyone want a pretzel

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I really like imagining plug and play interfacing as a nonsexual act of intimacy. Just two people feeling each other completely without it having to be sex. Don't get me wrong I love seeing it used for sex but can't you imagine it for romantic or even platonic intimacy. Right guys? Right- wait where are you going come ba