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mlm-writer · 4 years

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Transformers Cuddle Headcanons

For Cuddle Up Day 2021.

Transformers Prime, Robots in Disguise 2015 and Rescue Bots

Cuddle Masterlist here

Blades (TFRB):

You are so tiny and when you snuggle into his helm he dies of cuteness

He never initiates it because he knows he could hurt you if he was a little to rough with you

When he has a holoform tho, hooo boy

He is full on all over you when he wants to cuddle

Boulder (TFRB):

He lets you sit between his shoulder and helm

Sometimes he cuddles you to his chest

He is so gentle there is no way you ever get hurt cuddling him

When he has a holoform he will give you super tight hugs because he finally does not need to be gentle and can hold you tight

He will fall in love with being a little spoon

Bumblebee (RID2015):

He is very experienced with dealing with humans and he loved it so much when he is lying down and a human snuggles his helm

He would be so excited to try cuddling when he has his holoform

He hyped it so much in his head that it was kinda disappointed irl

He would be like “and what do we do now?”

He surprises you in his holoform now and then to cuddle

Chase (TFRB):

Not a fan of cuddling

Not even when he is in his holoform

He would very methodically hug you in his holoform whenever you are upset, because he read that physical touch was essential when humans are stressed

Dr. Graham Burns (TFRB):

He is awkward during cuddle time, but only in the beginning

He has no idea what to do with his limbs all the time, so you have to tell him before he overthinks it

Awkward chuckles as you are finally in a comfortable po… no never mind one of you is moving again

Just cuddling on the couch is easier

He likes to cuddle, but is uncomfortable doing it with somebody around

Grimlock (RID2015):

Ngl you’re scared of this himbo crushing you

In his holoform he is unlikely to kill you tho

Grimlock loves to be hugged and petted and cuddled

He will ask you all the time

Sometimes he does not ask and just show up in his holoform and find a way to touch you without disturbing you in what you are doing

He is disturbing you and fine let’s cuddle

Heatwave (TFRB):

Holds you ever so gently to his frame when you’re upset

You have to do a lot of convincing before he agrees to cuddle in his holoform

He is shocked by how much he likes it

He is busy af tho, so you have to schedule cuddle sessions

It is ridiculous, but if you don’t something is bound to come up

But even if you schedule, sometimes duty just calls

Kade Burns (TFRB):

Only a post-coital cuddler

Not much up for it

Will still cuddle you if you’re upset or had a bad day

Puppy eyes will get you everything you desire

Knockout (TFP):

Ew touching a fleshy

He has a holoform, which he hates

He starts to like it more when you hug him from behind and wow that’s more affection in one second than he has had in eons

Makes time to cuddle a little, but he can’t stand it for super long

Megatron (TFP):

No time to cuddle… ok a little time to cuddle.

*couple of cuddle sessions later*

“Soundwave, can’t you see I’m busy?”

Soundwave, mentally: bitch you are in your holoform cuddling a human while we are preparing to kill all humans what the fuck

He likes you sitting in his lap the most

He does not care how tall you are, his holoform will be taller than you, because he is just like that and also he wants to be the big spoon

Optimus Prime (TFP):

He loves the idea of cuddling, but finds it too risky in bot mode

Holoform however, he loves to cuddle with you

He is very busy all the time, but when you do have time it is filled with cuddles and philosophical discussions

You also exchange stories about culture with each other

Predaking (TFP):

He is royalty and expects to be treated as su… he wants to be petted

Don’t touch him without his permission

If he trusts you, you can just climb all over him and he is cool

He prefers cuddling in his alt mode

His holoform is not even human, but a dinosaur/dragon

He wraps himself around you and makes you feel like the most valuable treasure in the universe

No talking, just cuddles

Well… you can talk, he likes listening to you and learning from you

Ratchet (TFP):

If you suggest cuddling him in bot mode he will give you a list of safety risks

He double checks if the holoform is even safe for you

Once he knows for sure, he is willing to cuddle

First time he checks up on you every minute, but he just does not have any experience with cuddling in holoforms

He does not admit how much he likes it

He will request it like “if you want to cuddle, I can clear some time in my schedule”

What he means is “hey I don’t wanna inconvenience you, but I’d really like to cuddle”

God forbid anyone sees him doing it though

Miko caught you guys and he hates it

Shockwave (TFP):

Would only cuddle you if he feels like he is in charge of your well-being

Would even initiate cuddling in that case because of the health benefits

He would make it a routine and just force you to cuddle when you’re not in the mood

“You may not like this right now, but my research has shown that physical touch will decrease your stress-hormone level, which in turns promotes vital functions of your fragile human body”

He means well

Sideswipe (RID2015):

He would be really weirded out by the idea of cuddling

Then he has you snuggling into his frame and he melts

It is the first thing he suggests you do when he has his holoform

Keeps talking during cuddling but it is nice to just sit down together and swap funny stories like that

He moves a little too much tho

Smokescreen (TFP):

He would LOVE the idea of cuddling

Ngl he injured you the first time you tried it in bot mode

Ratchet gave him quite the scolding

Then he got more careful

He talks a lot, but he also talks quietly for a change

Holoform him is still careful, until you play wrestle him and then you lie tangled up, just talking

He is always down

Soundwave (TFP):

You suggest it, he obliges, but finds it highly inefficient to cuddle in bot mode

His holoform does not speak either, but you don’t need him to

He is big spoon

You gotta give him instructions tho, he is a little confused

Wheeljack (TFP):

You suggest cuddling and he is like “yeah sure”

He is careful enough not to hurt you but it was c l o s e

He is just as good of a cuddler in his holoform

Generally not excited about it, but he does enjoy it

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theelliottsmiths · 4 years

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So anyway, Mein Herz Brennt Making of liveblog, one of my favourites

First of all, I do take any use of piano MHB as a slight towards my tiny hands. -1 point

I really would love to visit this place, it's beautiful

I love that Oli introduces it and then Till is straight in there talking about murder and stabbings. Trust that to be what intrigues him. I feel like 'smells like murder' isn't a direct translation but that's purely because I spent like ten minutes trying to work out what words he says. It rhymes, which is suspicious.

Oh this was before he let his chest piercing reject all the way out in the grossest way

When schneider says Krankenhaus it sounds very Geordie and I'm convinced that kind of thing is why Auf Wiedersehen, Pet was created

Richards eyes light up when he's talking about the room he's in and it's one of those looks where it's just. I would love to listen to anything anyone has to say when their eyes have that sparkle.

"the scavengers had already been here" cue Paul talking about his criminal past thieving from there. See, another example everyone forgets of him being the biggest bastard of them all. The smile is a front.

One of my favourite ever Rammstein things is the combined joy and mockery from Paul when Richard is revealed to be wearing the bird mask and it wiggles as he nods. He looks like a little black cockatoo. Richard looks embarrassed to be wearing it but Paul is having the time of his LIFE.

The way is echoes in his mask makes him sound like he's clucking

Flakes glasses perching in his cone make him look like that sesame Street doctor or scientist

They all suit this make up so much and I wish they'd consider it as a stage look

Peck. Not intimidated.

Considering the nightmares Till has/had, ouch

Richard looks so much like a little vampire prince but like, a character from what we do in the shadows. He makes his own smokescreen entry/exist and everything.

Melanie!!!

Richard has many tendons in his neck huh.

The sounddd. I used to always be curious as to whether or not people in music videos were making the sounds it looks like they're making and now I know and I'm uncomfortable. This and also later when till does the heart

His laugh is never what I expect it to be

That uh. That doesn't look like he's in pain the way the injection sounds implied. At all. Not that I'm complaining but it gives mixed messages.

I'm so sure Richard is the only one I've ever heard use the word quasi. It makes sense for him if true but maybe I only notice because of the tone he uses? His is quite a punchy nasal tone it might just be more noticeable.

Till with kids is always the most adorable wonderful thing. He's really helping to keep them relaxed despite the creepiness of the stuff they're shooting.

"if you look at the cover then you'll recognise a morbidity to the whole thing" till, my darling, do you think people don't already ~see the morbidity~?

I googled and the lady doesn't pronounce renaissance with a g like Till does and that interests me. In fairness I have to assume it's like in Norwegian how words like restaurant are pronounced with a g sound because it's closer to the French sounds? It's not like we in English donut the French way either but the Google translate lady does. This is why I always suspect that when I'm learning a language I'm learning the language wrong and at some point I'll find out there's a Real, For Adults version if the language that's totally different. This is irrelevant. Accents are fun and I like being able to notice them.

It feels so strange seeing this knowing what Eugenio did

Paul taking pictures because he knows better than them

Something about a child saying "ah yes, I know Till and Flake very well" is hysterical.

You can feel the dismay and disapproval radiating off till as he tries to be diplomatic about the Spanish understanding of linear time. He struggles to find a positive and only comes up with the fire walls. "It should have gone out before we filmed anything because they were fucking around with the playback so long but it didn't" is his only compliment.

The German word for French is wild.

Do they know they could have hired an interpreter? Interpreters existed in 2012 I know this

This whole thing with Melanie is beautiful you can't deny that the arm Eugenio made with then was lovely.

Till in the dress with Melanie in his lap. I don't off the top of my head remember seeing it in either video so I simply must assume that it was just what he was wearing that day when he showed up. She's so tiny on his knee I'm glad they're still friends.

"you're left in a state of trauma when everyone stares at you all the time" did this need to get so heavy? It's interesting that he focused more on her voice than her appearance there, though in fairness it's pretty high

They all love her so much and it's totally understandable.

Mit rock n roll und cola trinken

I have to skip the screaming the secondhand embarrassment is too much.

Part 2

Again, this liveblog is so long

Sometimes Oli speaks like his body isn't used to talking.

I want, so badly, to know if Richard was having memories of his dreadlocked youth The tiny cup in his elegant hand is so pleading and then you look left and. It sure is something.

Are they freckles or acne scars across Tills shoulders?...cute. The first set of arm/chest wounds, not so much. I do spy his lil tummy scar

Richard does look like he almost swooped in for a kiss and then changed his mind because of the camera. Paul turns his head that way and then Richard tries to save with a step back and face rub (his own). Just saying.

The fact that a few of them have taken pictures on their personal phones warms my soul it's such a nice reminder that they're good friends outside of work and My Heart

Schneider and Paul ready at a moment's notice to be Dumbasses. J'adore.

What if Zoran was more of a background character tho actually

God, schneider is beautiful. An ethereal, pure beauty that exists no matter how he's being styled.

See okay how is flake almost taller than Oli right now he's not even doing his standard open legs and swan spine thing

It must be so hard to find Oli sized clothes. Flake is also tall and slim but he's a lot more leg, whereas Olis height seems largely to be torso. I have to assume a lot of his stuff is tailored or custom made now.

I always forget about the marks on tills back when he's in the nightmare dress

The child staring with great confusion at a bright red flake reading. I would love to know what his favourite books are.

The childs plural poking and prodding at a very patient Oli, who gracefully bends his spine in ways I've never seen a human do before. I wonder if he's ever dressed up as Lurch from the Addams family.

The actress playing the woman in this half is so beautiful and has a power her younger counterpart lacked when she was threatening him with her weapon.

I am a dummy and was like weird why is Paul speaking Norwegian. I know full well he wasn't saying unnskyld because I've heard Germans say their equivalent before and I assume Entschuldigen either sounds like that fast or shortens so what the fuck, rhi

Till guiding people through him murdering them is truly one of life's greatest pleasures. They trust him so completely. I would like to watch them dance the elegance would be astounding.

Paul lurking watching with what I choose to see as pride as till slaughters an old woman.

Paul being critical (again, as always, rightly so) of the hallway mouthing the lyrics decision.

"for this in prepared to make compromises" he says, hating every bitter word of it

I would like to know what he wanted to say about till and then see him get into trouble over it.

I would like to see till in a bouncy castle. He's adorable jumping into the comfy pit I want to see him in a bouncy castle. Child, utter child.

Paul takes every opportunity to say how hot he thinks they all are and I love that about him. Sometimes your friends are all hot and everybody needs to understand that fact.

Their approaches to pretending to play cello are all so uniquely them. Flake and Richard are taking the time to try and understand what they're being told, whereas Paul just fucking. Lays into it, attracting the weirdest looks from Oli. Richard looks beautiful with that cello and I think he should learn to play. For fun not for work. It's not just that he looks so handsome, but I think that's the easiest way to convince him. I think he'd be good at it, and not being the lead at something might be good for him.

I appreciate that Oli is skeptical because yeah they do all look like they've never held a cello before.

They do, however, all look lovely in their dresses. I'm trying but actually I can't not say that Schneiders little sternum dip makes it seem like he has breasts in that dress and it's a good look for him.

Till singing it in such a high voice, more like his speaking voice, is both interesting and lovely. Oli is trying... So little compared to the others. Laughably incorrect

Why yes, I am laughing at the sheer length of the spikes. They're just... They're so fucking long. So long.

Paul is actually probably the best one there, ironically. They're all comically out of time. They're professional musicians. I know they aren't used to bowed instruments I do understand and I don't want to be uncharitable but also they are struggling. I want to see cellists react to this.

Pretty dresses! And the nightmare but with the most awful and worst fingers! Like the Grinch but goth.

Both Schneider and Richard had the same neverending shoot idea and I am Intrigued.

Till waiting for Schneider with the umbrella :)

Wir brennen! Paul is always so happy to play with fire.

#rammstein #liveblog #dont talk about richards neck this isn't the time or place #me rambling #The Nightmare #vaguely #complete liveblog

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anon-e-miss · 5 years

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Guarded by Shadows - 9

The air and open sky felt peculiarly uplifting to the work oriented Praxian. It was not as though he did not like to drive, or to walk, or to play outside with his creations, but Prowl had spent more time at a desk, or in doors, his time more devoted to work than to anything. That was not entirely true, he was devoted to his creations, but the originator often worried that they would resent his work, his inability to give himself entirely over to them. Originators were not relegated to the home in Iacon, as they where in Praxus. There were other Autobot originators in service but most, all Prowl had observed took procreator leave until their creation or creations were in school, and many progenitors took this leave as well. Procreators devoted their time in these early vorns to care for and to shape their creations, without the distraction of work. Prowl could not do this, could not be an originator and nothing more. It had not only been the repeated carryings that had been killing the Praxian, but also the lack of a function.

Optimus Prime had seen that, at least he had listened. He had offered Prowl a posting, once his creations had developed, and promised him housing assistance as he would a long serving Autobot on leave. But Prowl had requested a posting then and there, not vorns down the road, but now. The Prime had been surprised, but he had listened, and he had given the Praxian his posting, and had even agreed to allow him to keep his family a secret. Prowl thought Optimus had agreed to humour him, but whatever his opinion on the originator’s choices, and whatever his motives, the Matrix Bearer had acquiesced, and that was all that had ever matter.

Now he was standing under the sun, and sky, and he could not deny that his habsuite had become stifling, even to him. He felt no rush to get to the park, to get done with the park, and back home again. Prowl could not deny he rushed too much, did not linger long enough. When they had all matured, and gone from home, when there would be no walks to the park, how many moment would the Praxian regret rushing, regret missing? Perhaps he needed to reevaluate how he divvied up his time. Though he was not sure he would really be able to work less. His concern was not even significantly related to expectations from command, but instead his very nature. Could he work less? Could he stop himself from working overtime every mega-cycle? The park came into view and Prowl found his lipplates pulled into a smile, and he set aside his worries for the moment as all four of his creations went wild with excitement. He heard Jazz make a sound of surprise, and saw him wrap his arms around Camshaft, who squirmed with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“He has very little in way of fear,” Prowl said. “Camshaft, remain with Jazz until we have arrived.”

“Ya got a lot energy pent up, eh Cam?” Jazz asked, with a rich, warm laugh. The sound made Prowl’s spark flutter and he resisted the urge to put his face in his servo. Only his imminent procreo cycle would explain this sudden... attraction to the Polihexian. He would not stand for it.

“Slides, and swings, and tunnels!” Camshaft exclaimed as he pointed to the sprawling playground. In the distance was a park sized for larger sparklings, either in age or frametype, but the one Jazz had led them to was perfectly sized for Prowl’s both young and small mechlings. There were some taller climbing structures close by but those right in front of them were small enough that Skids would be able to climb them unassisted.

“Down, please, please, please!” Skids begged in his audial as he saw Jazz lower Camshaft to the ground. Smokescreen did not wait for the saboteur to duck down for him, he jumped from Jazz’s back and ran to the slide, Camshaft quickly followed. Prowl crouched, a familiar movement by now, and Skids slid off his back. The mechling shot off after his brothers.

“Chrr?” Bluestreak asked as he pointed to the smallest slide.

“Of course you may slide,” Prowl said, he glanced about the park. They were the only mechanisms utilizing this play structure, but they were hardly the only Autobots in attendance. So far, he did not see anyone he recognized, but sooner or later someone would. What would they say? “Skids, I think this is more the slide for you. Camshaft, Smokescreen, stay where I can see you.”

“I can help’em,” Jazz offered. He did not actually wait for the originator to respond, but walked the short distance to the climbing structure the older mechlings were clambering onto.

“I would appreciate that,” the Praxian replied. “Listen to Jazz, mechlings.”

“Yes Origin!” Smokescreen called. Camshaft waved his doorwings in a quick nod. If either of them were to wander, it would be Camshaft, that mechling had the independent streak of a youngling.

Skids raced back towards Prowl, stumbling over his peds, but jumping right back up again. As Skids carefully climbed the steps up to the short slide, Prowl guided Bluestreak down it. The newling squealed with delight, as his originator swept him into the air. He set Bluestreak on the ground and crouched so Skids could slide, and to the sparkling’s obvious delight, Prowl swept him into the air as he had his younger brother. One slide, of course, was nowhere near enough, and the Praxian repeated the pattern again and again, and became largely lost in his creations joy. Periodically he looked over at Jazz and his elder mechlings. They were clearly delighted with their new playmate. By now they had abandoned the slides in favour of the swings. Jazz swung them high, not dangerously so but perhaps higher than their originator did. Neither mechings seemed able to stop laughing. Soon enough their laughter attracted Skid’s attention.

“Wing now?” Skids asked, and with a pensive look, added: “Please?”

“If you like,” Prowl replied, and he picked up Bluestreak. “Would you like to swing smallspark?”

“Oooh,” the newling cooed, his optics riveted on his older brothers and they kicked their legs as they swung.

To the right of the swing set their brothers were using was a set designed for newlings and tiny sparklings. Prowl strapped Bluestreak into one swing first, before strapping Skids into the one next to it. As Jazz was doing, the stepped from side to side, giving Skids a push, and then Bluestreak, back and forth again. Naturally, he pushed the sparkling higher than the newling, but not so high just yet. Though he had worried, a little, that his second youngest creation would demand the same treatment as his older brothers, but really Prowl need not have worried. Skids was easygoing, and cautious, not at all a daredevil like Smokescreen and Camshaft, thank Primus for that. Though he did adore all four of his creations, the originator was not sure he would be able to keep up with four Camshafts, or four Smokescreens.

As it was, by the time his mechlings were tired of swinging, Prowl was exhausted himself. Bluestreak cuddled into his chassis, and nuzzled him. Not so far off there was block box, and he led Skids over to it as he carried his newling. It took no encouragement to get the first tier sparkling into the box, and he immediately began stacking the blocks. The originator settled on the bench just steps away and exposed his feeding line to to Bluestreak. After another few nanoklik, Smokescreen and Camshaft toddled up to the box, and joined their young brother in building an elaborate construct. Jazz sat down on the bench next to Prowl, arms draped over the back of the bench. He puffed a vent.

“They’re great mechlings,” Jazz said, sounded winded. “Hard to believe they’re still goin’.”

“I have kept them shuttered up too long,” Prowl confessed, feeling guilty, though he did not give it voice. Still, Jazz managed to detect it.

“Ya just tryin’ to protect’em, any good origin would do the same,” the Polihexian replied. “Ya done brilliantly for’em. Boggles my processor ya been jugglin’em ‘n the Bots as well as ya have.”

“I am questioning whether or not I have overreached,” the tactician said. “I need to work, it is difficult to describe, but I cannot be fulfilled only being their originator. But I worry I am not giving them enough of my time.”

“I guess once ya started havin’ bitlets, ya stopped workin’ wit the Enforcers,” Jazz said.

“Once it was confirmed I was carrying, I was put on desk duty,” Prowl explained. “I was not popular amongst my colleagues. Many had served longer than me and were angered when I was promoted above them. They were gleeful when my forge extended, they gloried in my visible discomfort, and when I went on leave there was a party at the local oil bar. I was not meant to overhear, but I did. They said they were happy to see me promoted off to broadcarrier. Thanks to my hyper-fertility I either been nursing or carrying, or both since, so I was never able to return. I became a broadcarrier. To be truthful, I was so humiliated I do not believe I could have returned to that precinct.”

“Frag’em all to the Pit,” the saboteur said. “I don’t understand why yer superiors wouldn’t push for ya to come back. Y’re brilliant for frag’s sake. Why’d they waste that?”

“In Praxus it was my duty to bare creations, to pass on my abilities,” the Praxian explained, his voice dropped, to keep the elder mechlings from overhearing. Bluestreak’s suckling had slowed as he slowly dropped off to recharge. “I was supposed to want anything else. Receptive Praxians are supposed to be fulfilled by creating. It is supposed to be their fundamental purpose. I could not refuse that purpose. I only tried once. Crosscut threatened to see me arrested. The law was on his side. It was always going to be on his side.”

“That when ya started plannin’ yer escape?” Jazz asked.

“He left not long after, thank Primus,” Prowl said. “He only remained in Praxus for half of Smokescreen’s carrying, he did not bother to remain for any more than the kindling for the other three. Once he was gone I planned. I needed to divorce him, and that would only be allowed after my newspark emerged. I planned it all over the course of Bluestreak’s carrying. I filed the final paperwork to divorce Crosscut on ground of abandonment. My duty was to carry, his was to contribute, which he failed to do. The court sided with me, without argument or issue. That I could prove he had abandoned me for my previous carryings, that he did not respond to his summons, the divorce was granted very quickly. It would have been expected that I return to my progenitor’s home, to have another bonding arranged, natural I did not do this. I boarded a transport to Tyger Pax.”

“How long before the attack?” The Polihexian asked.

“A quartex,” the originator replied. “I was only at that youngling centre because I was trying to find a suitable place to leave the mechlings when I worked. When the attacked started, I took shelter with the caretakers, and young mechanisms in the back most room. After a joor there was a thunderous crash. We could hear a fight, within the youngling centre. I had my rifle, so I crept up to see if there was anything I could do. I shot the Decepticon at the Prime’s back, and then another, he managed the rest. There was a firefight in the street, Seekers were bombing the building. Optimus Prime sheltered with us, as he attempted to rally the defence via his comms. I overheard, and offered my assistance.”

“Ya fed’m tactics, ‘n save Tyger Pax,” Jazz said. “Save my aft, as it happens when ya got’m to lure the Seekers away from the Well. Ya didn’t even realize who ya were bossin’ around, did ya?”

“No,” Prowl admitted. “That was rather humiliating.”

“Come on, ya woulda taken o’er even if ya’d known he was the Prime,” the saboteur said.

“I might have been more tactful,” the Praxian replied. “He offered me a posting, once Bluestreak was older. I demanded it immediately. Thankfully he agreed.”

“We been lucky to have ya,” Jazz said. “Ya know, I think ya outta cut back on your joors. Ya take on too much. Tryin’ prove yer worth. Ya earned y’re post, Prowl. Ya the best tactician we ever had. Even the Bots y’ve brought to task gotta admit it.”

“Thank you, Jazz,” Prowl said. “You have been a formidable ally.”

“Glad to be of service,” the Polihexian replied.

“Those two adore you already,” the tactician observed. “You have a natural touch with sparklings.”

“Probably ‘cause I got the maturity of one,” Jazz said, laughing, Prowl gave him a sidelong looked. He laughed again. “Ya know ya were thinkin’ it.”

“You are serious when you need to be,” Prowl replied. “I have learned to accept that.”

“Ha, high praise,” the saboteur said. “I like sparklings, always have. Grew up in the Dead End... wasn’t so dead back then. I helped look after neighbourhood bitlets so their procreators to scrape by a livin’. Missed it when we came to Iacon, but by then I was deep in my trainin’, so wasn’t any time for sparklin’ fun anyways.”

“Anytime you wish to embrace your inner sparkling with them, you are welcome,” the Praxian offered.

“’M glad,” Jazz grinned at Prowl. “I was tryin’ to figure how I could get away wit it without steppin’ on yer peds.”

“You have been a good... friend,” Prowl said, hesitantly. “Despite my resistance. I will not say you will always be welcome, but you will be welcome.”

“I gotcha,” the Polihexian replied, he put his servo and the tactician’s shoulder and peered at Bluestreak, who was deep in recharge at this point. “Think it’s time to head back to y’re place?”

“Yes,” the originator agreed, he looked to the three sparklings, still playing but visibly slower. They would need naps or they would be dear but utter Pit-spawns. “Mechlings, it is time to return home to rest. We will come back another mega-cycle.”

“Okay,” Smokescreen said, stretching his doorwings in a tired shrug.

“And snack?” Camshaft asked.

“Yes, snacks as well,” Prowl promised.

As before, Jazz secured Smokescreen and Camshaft into his alt mode, and Prowl secured the younger bitlets in his. Vorns of experience allowed him to transfer Bluestreak into his back seat without waking the newling. He set off, with Jazz following behind. Though he was tired, and more exposed than he had been in mega-cycles, even vorns, he was less uncomfortable with that than he had expected. It was not resignation, more acceptance. How could he defend locking his creations in what amounted to being a cage when he had the opportunity to see them live free and safe? Just his outing to the park and seen them brighten up, laugh and cheer more than they had in ages. They were acting like the young mechlings they were, instead of the sage little mechs they had become. For the sake of his creations, Prowl was going to have to force himself out of his comfortable anonymity, and out into the open, on the base, and encourage them to play and to thrive.

Crosscut was nowhere in sight, had he been, Jazz would not have let Prowl deal with him on his own. But the fact that he was nowhere on the road, nowhere on the street, and the originator vented a relieved sigh. He knew he had not imagined the despised mech, and the knowledge that Crosscut was somewhere in Iacon left him with a lingering fear. But it did not feel so overwhelming as it had, now that he had shared it with Jazz and Prime. Prowl still dreaded his coming procreo cycle, only an orn away now, but he felt desperately afraid. Even surrounded by Autobots he had ultimately still been isolated with his creations. Allowing Jazz in, so completely as he had, was throwing him through a loop. It was not that he doubted his impulse, he knew this was both right and wise, but he had never trusted anyone with his creations, never. Knowing that Special Operations was involved, that mech would not get near him. Not only did the tactician have faith in Jazz, he had faith in Mirage. The Towers mech was a singularly effective agent, and his exotic frame, and deep connections within the Translucentica Heights, and High Council would draw Crosscut, there was no doubt about that.

Prowl parked in front of his building and transformed. It was a little more of an exercise in acrobatics as Skids at slipped into recharge during the drive. When Camshaft and Smokescreen had been this small, he had stumbled through the transformation, but by this point, the originator was quite familiar with the exercise. Cradling both mechlings against his chassis, he turn and watched Jazz transform. When the Polihexian had his peds, he had Smokescreen rechargine against his shoulder, and Camshaft, holding his free servo, looking as though he was about to doze off at any nanoklik. He watched Jazz adjust his hold on Smokescreen, as he knelt and picked up Camshaft. Though the second of the Praxian’s creations generally preferred to use his own peds, he wrapped his arms around the saboteur’s neck, clearly, he was ready for a good nap.

“I’ll go up wit ya,” Jazz said.

“Thank you,” Prowl replied. “They have not played quite like that for too long.”

By the time they arrived at the Praxian family’s habsuite, Camshaft was barely awake. Prowl put Bluestreak down in his containment berth, and then tucked Skids into his little berth. Once his arms were free he took Smokescreen first, recharging like the dead, and settled him into his berth, covering him with a light blanket. Though all the others liked thicker blankets, Smokescreen ran hot, and he recharged best with only the lightest coverings. Finally, he gathered up Camshaft and put him down in his berth. Sleepily, the golden face sparkling reached for his plushie, and curled up with. If he woke enough, he would come looking for a snack, and so Prowl went to his kitchen, and put a small plate of gels together, and sat them on the end table between Camshaft and Smokescreen’s berth. He checked each mechling a final time before joining Jazz in the small great room.

“Thank you for your assistance,” the originator said. “You burned through considerable fuel keeping up with them, would you care for a cube?”

“Please,” the Polihexian replied. “They’re amazin’ lil mechs, Prowl. Ya done good wit them.”

“I feel overwhelmed much of the time,” Prowl admitted as he filled two cubes. “Still, I could not imagine being without them.”

“Y’re a good origin,” Jazz insisted, taking the cube. “Why don’t ya sit? Ya been in flight mode for vorns, looks like it’s finally catchin’ up on ya.”

“I was never good at relaxing,” the Praxian replied, but he sat, his frame almost sighed with relief. His spark was still racing, but he did not think it had stopped in vorns. “Before I bonded, when I was not serving the Enforcers, I maintained my training in Circuit-Su and Diffusion. Sometimes I drew or painted. While I was carrying Smokescreen I painted something for his nursery. Crosscut did not like it, so it did not go up.”

“‘N ya didn’t paint anymore,” the saboteur guessed. “What beef could he have wit ya paintin’?”

“My style was not refined enough,” Prowl explained. “It was not worth a battle, I still hoped we could learn how to be bonded to one and other. After I gave up on that idea, my time outside the mechlings was keeping up my training, I always hoped I could return to my function, somehow.”

“Those bitlets would love it if ya made somethin’ for their berthrooms,” Jazz suggested. “Don’t think they’d give a single frag if it was refined, Pit they’d probably prefer it if it weren’t.”

#guarded by shadows #prowl is crosscut's babymama #crosscut is an asshole #tf jazz #tf prowl #ficlet #maccadams

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