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Dragon Drabbles
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Side-blog to the-one-called-dragon, this blog will be the primary home of various writing works involving ocs, both mine and friends'. Requests are for friends only Related Accounts Breakwire Nightgear
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dragon-drabbles-blog · 10 years ago
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(Awhile ago, me and @katodown discussed an AU idea in which Nightgear found little orphan Houston after a bad firefight, and adopted him as her own, caring for him while serving in the war. This is just me playing around with the idea and how she found him)
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Search and rescue missions were Nightgear's least favorite task. Digging through burnt and bombed out buildings in hopes of finding survivors often yielded nothing but entire days spent pulling charred shells of innocent civilians from crumbling rubble. It was enough to make her sick most days, but it was her duty as a soldier to make sure these bots at least got a proper burial.
She grunted with the effort of pulling another unnamed bot from what used to be a boarding house, laying the blakened shell next to the dozen others she'd already moved out. She straightened up and took a rag from her compartment, wiping her servos of the char, ash, and energon before touching the side of her helm.
/Lieutenant Nightgear, reporting in. Building 35C in sector 12 cleared out. No survivors, I repeat no survivors. Body count, 14./ She ended the comm., knowing full well that her fellow soldiers were still clearing out other buildings and adding to the total death toll. She sighed and took her ration out, taking a sip before putting it back.
A sound caught her attention, and she was immediately on alert, drawing her plasma shooter and spinning to face the direction it had come from. She waited in tense silence until she heard it again, a quiet and pitiful whining. She hit the button on her helm to activate a continous transmission, heading for the two-level building.
/Nightgear to base, investigating building 42A for possible survivors. Sounds heard point to some signs of life./
The femme touched her servo to the door, and it fell off it's supports, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Unable to see anything immediately inside, she activated the miniature searchlight on her shoulder, carefully stepping over the threshold. The stench of death was heavy in here, more than the last building. The first doorway made her tanks churn, and she held a servo to her mouth to keep herself from gagging.
/First level... no survivors.../ She grit it out as she walked past and forced herself to cary on. An orphanage... It had to be a fragging orphanage. This war was claiming too many young lives.
Upstairs, there came another sound, sniffling, and Nightgear hurried for the staircase, climbing it as carefully as she could in case it wasn't stable. Miraclously, she made it to the next landing and searched everyroom. In the last room, a bedroom full of small berths, she shined her light inside. Scuffling and whimpering came from in the corner, and Nightgear's spark beat a little faster, realizing her survivor wasn't a full-grown bot.
Venting a calm sigh, she began to slowly head for the other end of the room, keeping her voice as steady and soft as she could. "Hey...Hey, it's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not, I'm here to help," She was getting closer and now she could see a hint of white plating, hiding behind the last berth. "It's okay, sweetspark. Don't be afraid. I'm going to take you somewhere safe." She saw it shift and smiled, kneeling down to hold out her servo. "Come on out."
It took a few moments, but eventually the bot moved and came into the view of her searchlight, and she felt her spark leap into her throat. A young sparkling stood just feet from her, his blue eyes wide with fright and Primus only knew what horrors he'd seen in the last few hours. His white plating was dusted with ash, and a few scuffs and dents marred his tiny frame.
Seeing another bot brought a little glimmer of hope to his expression, and he ran towards her, throwing his arms around her waist and digging his grubby faceplates into her armor. Muffled clicking noises followed, and her optics softened with pity and sorrow, wrapping her arms around the poor sparkling.
"It's okay...It's okay, I've got you..." She looked to the berth and saw a nameplate screwed into the wall above it, squinting her optics to read the letters etched into the burnt metal. "'Houston'..." The sparkling stopped its crying and looked up at her, sniffling as he cooed at her. She smiled back at him and picked him up, resting him on hip. "Houston. Cute name. I promise, I'll take care of you."
Young as he was, he seemed to understand her, cooing again with a shy smile and resting his helm on her chassis, listening to the soothing sound of her spark. Nightgear smiled and tightened her hold on him, using her servo to hide his face as she carried him out of the building.
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dragon-drabbles-blog · 10 years ago
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Date Night
Steve had never been nervous about a date before... until tonight. Sitting in his precious Elise outside the modest one-story house, the guard tugged slightly on the collar of his dark blue silk shirt, feeling the fluttering in his stomach that was the anxiety people often called 'butterflies'. His date wasn't like the others he'd ever gone on; he liked this one. Really liked her, but her feelings weren't quite mutual. That was fine, he told himself, because they were still experimenting. Still figuring out if they were right for one another.
Breathing out a heavy sigh, Steve pulled down the mirror to check his appearance, sweeping his bangs one way then the other. He buttoned and un-buttoned the collar of his shirt three times before he decided to leave it un-buttoned. Showing a little skin never hurt.
His heart rate picked up as he head the front door slam shut, quickly closing his mirror. He turned to see his company for the evening and found his breath taken away. Natasha looked nothing like the woman he'd seen earlier that day, and he wasn't even sure he was picking up the same woman. The purple blouse he'd bought for her fit her like a glove, hugging her frame like a second skin, and the belt around her waist accentuated her curves. The black pencil skirt stopped just short of her knees and paired with the black, half-inch heels, they did wonders to help elongate her legs.
Jeans and jackets did Nat such injustice now that he'd seen her like this. His door opened, and Nat sank down into the seat beside him. As she closed the door, he caught a wiff of her perfume and felt a desperate need to bury his nose into her neck to smell more. Instead, he gave her a smile as she turned to look at him, and he was once again mesmerized. Her hair fell in soft brown curls around her shoulders, framing her face and drawing attention to the minimal makeup she wore.
"Steve? You in there?" Her voice pulled him back from his stupor, and he chuckled for a moment to save himself the embarrassment of stumbling over his words.
"Yeah... Just a little stunned. Now, let’s get going." He started the car and felt his nervousness melt away. Tonight would be a good night.
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dragon-drabbles-blog · 11 years ago
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Birthday WIP
For katodown it's not finished, but I wanted to get it posted some before her birthday actually ended. So for her, Happy Birthday Kato! Enjoy this bit of naughty coworkers
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Steve had watched her all day with that hungry look in his dark brown eyes, and Brianna knew that with the skeleton crew Sirius kept on the weekend, it wouldn't be long before he lured her into one the blind spots of his security grid to do as he wished with her. It just took longer than she expected it to. It was after one when the guard finally snuck up behind her, snaking his hands up her chest as he grinded the front of his pants into her rear. Bri gasped and heat curled up her neck as she felt his erection pressing almost impatiently against her ass. He cupped her breasts through her shirt as he mouthed what he could of her neck with her suit covering up most of it. "You know, agapi, you left the apartment this morning still wearing something~" Quick as lightning, he reached up and undid the gray silk tie along with the top two buttons of her off-white blouse, hooking his finger through the metal ring of her collar to give it a firm tug. A cheshire grin split his face as he felt her shudder and heard her stifled moan, chuckling as he slid his hand down her smooth stomach to toy with the hem of her pants. "I'd say you left this on to tease me." Bri shivered, mewling as he nudged his hips against her rear. "I-I forot abou-aaah~" Curse those devilishly talented fingers of his. The maid bit her lip and moved her hips into his hand as he teased her clit through the fabric of her panties. He began murmuring in Greek against the shell of her ear, and she had no doubt he was describing what he'd do to her just as she had no doubt that they were in one of camera blindspots or else he wouldn't be teasing her in the open like this. Much too soon, he slid his hand out of her pants and used the ring of her collar to turn her to face him, the maid shivering at the hungry look he fixed her with. He licked his lips and drew her closer, lips ghosting over hers while his hps ground into hers. "Come with me, little bunny. We don't want to get caught." Giving her collar another tug, Steve led the quivering maid down the corridor until they reached the almost hidden supply closet whose doorknob was the only way to tell it was there. A quick flick of his wrist and he had the door open, dragging her inside before anyone could see them. Safe from curious eyes, Steve caged the blushing cutie against the wall as he covered her mouth with his in a needy kiss, shamelessly grinding their hips together as he slipped his tongue past her lips. He shuddered as her hips moved into his, deepening their kiss as he quickly undid half the buttons of her vest and undershirt. He pulled them open to free her breasts, slipping his hands underneath her bra to play with her nipples. Bri broke the kiss to whine as he rolled the sensitive buds between his fingertips, pinching them now and against to give her that jolt of pain he knew she'd like. "Steve..." She moaned his name, whimpering as he continued to knead her breast with one hand while the other slipped into her pants again. His fingers toyed with the hem of her panties for a brief moment then slipped in, the maid biting her lip as her teased her clit. His mouth closed on her neck just as she began undoing the buttons of his uniform, fingers shaking as she slid her hands into the open shirt while his teeth left bright red marks in her skin, marks that were sure to bruise. He groaned against her flesh, leaving another set of teeth marks in her skin before he moved down to take her other breast into his mouth while he slipped two fingers past her folds, gently scissoring and circling her inner walls. The sweetest moans left her lips, and the security guard swore he could never get enough of hearing that beautiful sound from her. He'd love to listen to them all day, but it was just a break however, and he only had ten minutes before the guard he left in charge came looking for him. He took his hand out to rid her of her pants and underwear, grinning again as her shaky hands moved to undo his belt. When her fingers grazed against the handcuffs causing them to jingle, Steve couldn't keep himself from smirking. Covering her mouth in a hungry kiss, he kept her distracted as he carefully took the cuffs off his belt. He thrust his tongue against hers, savoring her sweet taste and moaning as her hands slid into his pants-as well as his boxers-and tug them down. It was then that he secured the cuffs over her wrists, chuckling as she broke the kiss with a confused look on her face. "I've only got you for ten more minutes if I'm lucky, love. I'm going to make the most of it~" He purred as he pushed her back flat against the wall, wrapping his hands under her thighs and lifting them to wrap her legs around his waist. As he hooked her ankles together at the small of his back, he reached into his back pocket for the condom packet...and found it missing. 'Shit! It must have fallen out...' He looked to Bri's eager, pleading face and realized he just couldn't stop now. Just this once without it wouldn't hurt. She was on birth control after all. Bracing his hands underneath her ass, he caught her lips in a passionate kiss, sinking into her with a thrust of his hips. He groaned into the kiss as she enveloped him, and he took a moment to enjoy the warmth around him before he began to thrust. He'd been with her long enough now that he knew how to hit every sweet spot in his lovely maid, knew her body well enough to know where to touch and tease to drive her mad with pleasure.
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dragon-drabbles-blog · 11 years ago
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All the wonders in the heavens couldn't compare to the beauty of a woman Steve held so carefully in his arms as if she were made of glass and the slightest wrong move would shatter her delicate form. She was his Sun, his Moon, the very stars. No celestial body would ever come close to her radiance, a goddess given human form.
Often Steven wondered how he'd gotten so lucky to meet someone like Brianna. She was sweet and charming. She worried for others more than herself even if she had plenty of reasons to. She certainly deserved more than a shameless and depraved security guard, but Steve knew he could never let her go.
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dragon-drabbles-blog · 11 years ago
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Steve was used to waking up in bed with Bri beside him, but they were usually in his bed at the apartment, not hers at the mansion. Too tired at 5 a to notice at first, it was the feel of the silk sheets enveloping him and his lover that finally clued him in fifteen minutes later. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of Bri’s sleeping face. She always looked so serene, so relaxed, when she slept it was a shame to disturb her. He tore his gaze away from her to see the top of her four poster canopy bed, the sheer curtains having come loose and screening them in. The mattress beneath them was softer than his own and he suspected it to be pure goose down. Bri shifted in her sleep, drawing his attention as she turned her face into his shoulder, her messy silver locks falling over her face. Smiling, Steve brushed her bangs back behind her ear before gently tracing the scar down Bri’s face with the back of his finger. He checked the time on his phone and realized they still had 25 minutes before they had to be up for work. Steven pressed a light kiss to her forehead before leaning his head against hers, closing his eyes as he pulled her against him.
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dragon-drabbles-blog · 11 years ago
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Just a little something I did while offline today about robots being cuties, nothing else to see here
Breakwire is mine
Morning Star (c) zielloos
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"Morning Star, s-stop that. Haha, that-that tickles," Breakwire giggled as he squirmed in the larger mech's lap, his doorwings fluttering against his digits. With one arm wrapped tightly around his waist in an effort to keep him still, Morning Star traced his digits lightly along the very edge of the smaller bot's doorwings, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his lips to hear him laughing. Breakwire had come to him in such a foul mood and on the verge of a nervous breakdown; it made him happy to see him more relaxed. Following the bottom edge, the red optic'd mech ghosted his digits down to the joint where the doorwing connected to his back, teasing and playing with the connective wires. Breakwire's laughing and squirming increased, his arms trapped by the wrists underneath Morning Star's arm at his waist. Only when the grounder's vents started to rasp did he finally stop and readjusted his hold, wrapping both arms around him and tugging him closer to his frame. With Breakwire leaning against him, Morning Star rested his chin on top of his helm, letting his engine rumble softly. The gray mech vented a sigh and smiled, the vibrations underneath his chassis relaxing him further. "Feel better..?" Underneath his chin, Breakwire nodded and let his own engine purr in respone to other's. "Much."
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dragon-drabbles-blog · 11 years ago
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Humanformers AU- Cleaned Up
Second part, continuing from this
Also, I suck at titles so forgive me if these aren't very creative aldkfad
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"Brian, hold still," Sirius grumbled to the child sitting chest deep in the water-filled tub in front of him, lathering shampoo into the grimy hair. He'd tried to get his servants to give the boy a proper washing, but according to his staff, he had freaked out when they tried to remove his filthy clothes. The business man was forced to take over, sending them all to various tasks to keep them busy. One was sent to get something for Brian to sleep in, another was cooking a meal for him, and a few had been sent out to get him some clothes. It left him alone with the frightened young boy who at the moment was only seeming to accept help directly from him. Sirius ran the water before he'd told the teenager to remove his clothes which he'd done, hesistantly and only when the older man had turned away. Now, he was sitting behind him in a chair, trying to clean him up. He'd used several cups of water and poured them over Brian's head, watching in disgust as the water running out of his hair had all but turned black, waiting until it was only just a murky brown before he began washing it with shampoo. Brian hadn't stopped squirming, glancing nervously back at the older man every once awhile as if he expected to be attacked. "I said, hold still," Sirius ordered again, waiting until he stopped moving before working the lavender-scented soap into his scalp again, "Once I'm done, you can finish washing yourself and have dinner," That caught his attention, Brian glancing over his shoulder at him again. "Dinner?" A glare from Sirius made him swallow and turn back around, sitting still in the tub. "Yes, dinner. You were digging through my garbage for food. I assumed you were hungry," As if on cue, there was a loud rumbling, and Brian ducked his head sheepishly, lifting it back up when Sirius groaned again. A few minutes later, he was rinsing out the boy's hair, finally revealing it's color to be a very light black, almost gray, color. Using a washcloth, Sirius cleand his neck and shoulders then handed it to him to finish up. Within minutes, Brian was done and wrapping a towel around himself once he got out, Sirius catching sight of four, not-so-parallel scars in the middle of his chest. 'Possibly a fight with another homeless person... I'll schedule a doctor appointment for him to see what else is wrong with him' Ignoring it for now, he gave the boy a chance to dry off before presenting him with pajamas his servant had brought in. "Here. Get dressed and meet me outside. I'll take you to the dining room then," Without another word, he left the bathroom and closed the door leaning against the wall to wait for him. Before long, Brain came out fully dressed. The pajamas were a bit too big on him, hanging off his thin frame, but the important thing was that he was comfortable. Nodding at him, Sirius pushed himself off the wall and began to lead him down the hall to his first decent meal in days.
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dragon-drabbles-blog · 11 years ago
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Humanformers AU- Found
First in a series, this is mostly for zielloos as it shows the human versions of two of our Transformers characters and how they met
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Sirius Lore didn't make it a habit of walking the grounds of his property often, especially during a storm. In fact, he was doing his best to get back to his manor and get out of this horrid rain. He'd been looking into the herb garden he maintained for his tea when the clouds broke, and he found himself in a downpour, having to hurry to avoid completely ruining the expensive suit he wore. Just as he finally reached his front step, he heard a crash out to the side of the house, his brow furrowing. It could just be the stray that often hung around the grounds and looked for hand-outs from the maids, but he couldn't chance that it might also be a thief trying to break into his house. Tightening his grip on his cane, he carefully made his way along the side of the house, trying to stay as out of the rain as possile using the awning, until he was at the corner. He raised his cane up, ready to strike as he jumped around the corner to find... A young homeless boy slumped up against the wall and his trashcans, frightened hazel eyes staring up at him as he clutched to his chest what looked like half a burger that his staff had thrown away. The older man put his cane down slowly and looked him over, taking in his disheveled appearance. His hair was matted, long bangs all but obscuring his face which bore a single scar running down his face from his eyebrow to his jaw. The gray coat wrapped around his obviously thin body was tattered and bore stains that could have come from anywhere, but some he could identify as blood. The coat only went down to his knees, his shins exposed and bearing scars and cuts from God knew only what. He wore no shoes, his feet covered in mud while the soles were thickly calloused. He'd been on the streets for a long time... Sirius could have let him run off or even called security to lead him off the grounds, but something about the poor boy made him... pity him. He didn't look like he was more than fifteen, and there was no telling how long he'd been on the streets. A more charitable person would have taken him in out of the 'goodness of their hearts', but Sirius was not one of those people. Yes, he did pity him, but at the same time, he was already thinking of how to make it benefit him to take him in. Decision made, he held out his hand to the boy who backed away, as if expecting to be struck. Sighing, he kept it out, looking him right in the eyes. "It's alright. I'm going to help you," His expression became confused, looking up at Sirius and cocking his head to the side. "W-why?" The idea of someone helping him was almost like a foreign concept to him. Had no one even tried to offer him some kind of aid? Regardless, he was here now, and Sirius would be responsible for him. He grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, the boy starting to shake, most likely from the cold and what fear he was feeling from him. "I need a reason?" Sirius' answer was enough for him to settle and follow him of his own freewill, the two heading back for his front door. "What's your name?" "B-Brian... Brian Wester."
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