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Emptiness Machine

Starscream X Reader (Mech Pilot AU)

Author notes: thanks again for being patient with me. Still going through it but here is the chapter I was most excited for 🙊 (also I don’t know how actual welding works just go with it.) enjoy!

Chapter 11

The setting sun cast long eerie shadows before Starscream moved visibly again. You had settled yourself about ten yards away from his kneeling form. He just sat there motionless. Every once in a while you’d see a wing twitch, hear a muffled murmur from him. Other than these small signs of life, he was utterly still, seemingly made of stone. You hadn’t announced yourself and it was easy enough to sneak up close to him when he first landed. You’d had ample time to study his frame. From the looks of it, he’d suffered a great deal. Could have been from the battle, but after he ran off into the smoke you hadn’t seen him again. You wondered who, besides Optimus, had the strength to deal such wounds.

A wound in his side was covered by a familiar energon patch. It’s light pulsing indicated it was still working on drawing the nanites closer to the injury. This meant the patch had been applied not too long ago. His wing hung at an odd angle at his back. Your optics focused on the crude welding job and you winced. It looked as if someone had done it with a non dominant hand. Were the Decepticon medics that terrible at welding jobs? You look down at your own chest plate and the welds, still fresh, that adorned it. No they were neat and clean. This looked as if he’d done it himself. Though that would be foolish wouldn’t it? Isn’t that dangerous?

The more you looked at him, the more you wondered what the hell happened to him. There was scraped paint along several dents that looked like it could have come from the hallways of the Nemesis. You leaned forward a bit trying to see better.

A quick slip of your servo on the damp trunk of a tree suddenly unbalanced you. The sudden movement made a sickening crunch that echoed off the clear water. The next few clicks reminded you exactly why Starscream was second in command of the entire Decepticon army. As soon as the sound reached his audials, he’d spun around and taken several steps in your direction. His posture was that of a mech who was immediately ready to take on a serious threat. Frame stiff and weapons powering up as he raised them. The dual null ray blasters mounted on his forearms were trained in the direction of the sound. His optics narrowed as he scanned the thick vegetation that hid your crouching form.

“Show yourself!” He spat, stalking forward a few paces.

You don’t make a move but instead call out to him from your prone position. “You look worse for ware. The Autobots give you a run for your money?”

Recognition flashed in his optics and his blasters lowered just a fraction. He hadn’t quite pinned down exactly where you were yet. In the waning light you could make out the faint glow of his biolights. Yours would soon make you visible amongst the foliage. It was better to stand up now and reveal yourself before he had a chance to find you. You moved, rustling the fallen leaves beneath you. There was a risk associated with trusting him not to blow your helm off. With the care he and the communications officer had shown you, there was a sense that he would hear you out.

“Listen. I’m going to stand up now. You know I don’t possess weapons on my frame. I’m unarmed.” You say clear enough to be heard.

Rolling from your back onto your belly, you slowly get to your peds. Palms out to show you don’t have anything with which to fight back. His optics found and trained you with a cold stare.

“Is it a habit of yours to patrol unarmed? Those damn fools can’t even train a proper army.” He grumbled almost quiet enough that you didn’t hear.

He vented in exasperation, though he didn’t lower his weapons as you stepped out from behind the foliage that had previously hidden you. You shook a ped to get rid of the loose leaves that covered it. The damp smell of moss and loam covered your frame and you were suddenly glad for the fact that your mech was an earthier color. Disguising the smears of earth from your clumsiness earlier. Your optics fell on his damaged wing once more. It trembled slightly as he tried to hold it at the same height as his uninjured one.

“Did one of us do that to you?” You asked, gesturing with your chin towards his injured wing.

“As if an Autobot could inflict such injures on me.” He scoffed and flicked his uninjured wing in annoyance.

Though he quickly realized his error in ruling out the Autobots as the source of his injures. That left only one mech who could have inflicted those injuries. You slowly reach up to flick your visor out of the way, exposing your golden optics. The battle mask you usually wore retracted, allowing him to see the serious expression on your faceplate. His optics widened ever so slightly. He didn’t know what to expect when he saw what was under that mask but it wasn’t something that was as close to a real Cybertronian femme as he had seen in eons.

Cybertronian femmes were rare during the war, most of them fled off world and met horrible fates or disappeared without a trace. The rest joined the Autobot cause, with a few frighteningly unstable exceptions. His gaze lingered on the frown that was set in the malleable metal mesh of your faceplate. How the humans were able to come up with technology like this was beyond him. Though it sent an uncomfortable shiver up his spinal strut. It was unnerving. He started when you finally spoke again.

“Then it must have been Megatron. I’m not deaf. I heard him threaten you.” Speaking so boldly was also a risk but you had to know. Something about the way he held himself. The way he had tried to get you away from that awful scientist back on the Nemesis. You felt like you owed him your life. An uncomfortable feeling when it came from the enemy.

His lip twitched and he refused to answer. Instead choosing to deflect the question with one of his own. “What the scrap are you doing out here in the woods alone. You were in bad shape when I last saw you.” His voice was harsh and there was a staticky edge to it. Perhaps a nervous tell.

“I could ask the same of you. I thought Decepticons didn’t venture to the surface. Something about it being ‘contaminated by the native life’ or something.” You almost smiled at the affronted look he gave you.

As if he, the second in command of the Decepticon army would be scared of a few squishy humans. Slowly, you reach into a compartment on your side that contained a field medical kit. Inside you knew you had at least a couple of welding rods and a field welding torch.

“If you want, I could help you with the welding on your wing. You are still leaking energon. It couldn’t have felt good to fly like that.”

Extending your servo with the tools, you try to look as sympathetic as possible. “You helped me. I’m still functioning because of you and I owe you for that.” You splay your free servo over the chest of your mech. Over the tiny body hidden inside.

He looked at you with a mix of disgust and offense at the mere thought of your human made servos on his wing. He sputtered trying to get the words out for a moment. His vocalizer betraying him. You held up a hand and that silenced him surprisingly. “Please let me do this. We’d be even. They have no idea you tried to help me.”

Starscream’s curiosity was the only thing that made him slowly close his intake and nod. His denta set as he slowly lowered his weapons. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make the flight back to the nemesis without help. This was the first time in quite awhile anyone had asked to help him outright. It had been even longer since he allowed anyone to help him without lashing out. You smile and gesture for him to follow you to a fallen tree not too far along the edge of the water. There was just enough daylight left that you could probably get most of the welding done before the sun set.

“No tricks human. Even with that machine you are soft. I won’t hesitate to offline a femme.” He growled as he begrudgingly settled himself down on the tree.

You notice him watching your every move, frame tense as if he expected you to take that torch and use it for more sinister purposes. You vent softly and move around behind him to look at his wing. This close to him, you feel a staticky tingle that runs through seemingly every energon line of your frame. You shudder. You could feel his agitation, fear, and apprehension. But there was a hint of something else there. A feeling you couldn’t quite place. Something akin to curiosity. You shake your helm and try to focus on assessing the damage.

There were a few gaps in his weld lines that still leaked a bit of energon. You knew the mesh beneath contains many pain receptors. It was shredded at the joint and the tender mesh exposed. You cringed as you ran your optics over the crumpled mess. Of course he’d tried to fix it himself if Megatron was the one who did this to him. He’d probably done it to humiliate him. Reaching out a careful servo you go to brush a digit along one of the weld lines. As soon as your digit makes contact he flinches. His other wing twitching and you feel a wave of embarrassment and rage through his EM field.

“I don’t have all night Autobot are you going to get on with it or not!” He snapped trying to hide the fact that he’d had such a dramatic reaction to the contact.

You bite back a stinging retort and reach into the container at your side for a welding rod. You realize with a feeling of dread that you don’t have any nerve dampeners on you. Nothing like an EM pulse emitter that could nullify the pain being caused by the fresh welds. You chew your lip for a moment and speak. “I don’t have anything to help with the pain. Will you be alright?”

He doesn’t respond. Only nodding, giving you to go ahead to continue. You take a deep vent in. If he had done this earlier on his own, he must not have had anything to numb the pain then either. Bracing yourself with one ped on the ground and the other against the fallen tree, you place one servo between his wings and use the other to unset the welds he’d placed. Flicking down your visor against the blinding torch, you set to work. Once you began, he made no sound to indicate he was in pain.

Only the groan of strained metal could be heard as he clenched his fists against the white hot flame of the torch. You worked quickly, wanting this to be over just as much as he probably did. After unsetting the welds, you worked quickly to right them once again. This time taking care to align the joint properly and seal any severed lines. His uninjured wing trembled a couple times but otherwise he remained still.

Once you had finished you stood upright and flicked your visor back up to look at your work. It wasn’t as good as a medic could have done but you were the best in your class at field medicine. These welds would hold and his wing was on straight this time. You cross your arms over your chassis, proud of your work. “All finished. And the sun hasn’t even set yet.”

Pastel pinks and oranges had begun to fill the watercolor sky. Still he didn’t move. You cocked your head to the side suddenly concerned. Reaching out a servo you rest it in the middle of his back between his wings and feel him lean ever so slightly into that touch before he catches himself. Flinching abruptly away he stands and whirls on you. “You’ve already touched me enough insect. I’m fine.”

His EM field flared with that unidentifiable emotion once again. You stepped back palms up to show you didn’t mean to overstep. “Sorry didn’t mean to.” You mumble not knowing what exactly you were apologizing for. You had comforted Bee in a similar way once when he was seriously injured after a fight. The little scout seemed grateful for the gesture and you thought he might need something like that as well. Clearly not. You huffed out an annoyed vent. So much for him being grateful. At least you had made it through the entire process without him using those twin null rays to blast you back to the state you were born in.

He wouldn’t look you in the optics. His pride probably so thoroughly squashed for the day that he couldn’t possibly take another embarrassment.

“There. We are even.” Were the only words he spoke as he whirled around and stalked off. Transforming and taking off over the lake a few paces down. He wasn’t trailing that awful black smoke anymore and his wing seemed to be holding. You hadn’t realized just how stiff you’d been holding your posture as you finally relax. His alt mode disappeared on the horizon, not knowing just how close he had come to discovering the Autobot base.

Emptiness Machine

Starscream X Reader (Mech Pilot AU)

Author note: Hey everyone just for this chapter I wanna explain that in this universe scanning a spark signature can reveal a designation. If you have any other questions send me an ask. Enjoy!

Chapter 8:

Your optics come online and you sit straight up at the sound of your designation. How did he get ahold of this information? The Autobots had been so careful not to let any information slip about the secret project Dr. Antonov had been working on. Humans weren’t even involved in the conflict until a cycle ago when they were called upon to deal with an actual Decepticon on the surface. You narrow your optics at him as he smiles at you in a sadistic way. Chuckling he turns and addresses the drones stationed outside the door.

“Restrain the prisoner I wish to speak to them unobstructed by this.”

He waves a servo at the humming energy wall that separates you. At that you sit up ready to fight, but your servo immediately goes to your forehelm as dizziness overcomes you. you had taken the Energon, so why were you still struggling? Sifting through the error messages you can’t make sense of the situation. You hadn’t been poisoned or drugged so what was the issue? One message though sends alarm jangling through you. ‘Unable to disconnect. Disconnection unavailable.’ What on earth could that mean? You hadn’t even noticed the approaching drones or heard the energy field disengage. They wrenched your servo from your helm and had you in cuffs before you could react. Something was off with your connection and you didn’t like it.

Looking back up at Starscream where he was stepping inside your cell, he looms over you. Wings flared out and bent over slightly to keep his helm from bumping against the ceiling. Clearly this cell was made for much smaller bots. You sit on the bench restrained at the wrists but nothing more. They were underestimating you again. That or they knew more about your current status than they were letting on. You vent and meet his optics. There was no choice but to talk to him. You let your helm lean back against the wall behind you but don’t break contact with his optics.

“Alright. I’ll speak with you. I cannot promise answers to everything and for that you might have to take me offline. But I will let you speak.”

He seems surprised for a moment, looking awkward in the cramped space. He shifts on his peds and produces the data pad and speaks once more.

“So it can speak in something other than obscenities. Very well. We were able to obtain very little information about you from our sweep of the digital network here.”

He pauses and his optics flick to your chassis and back up to your faceplate. So he was curious. He was speaking to you like an intelligent being and that was a start at least. Though the tone of his voice suggested he thought of himself as the higher life form here.

“Shockwave was the only mech Megatron wanted interacting with the native life. Unwise in my opinion.”

You raise an optic ridge at him. Why was he telling you all of this? Wasn’t he afraid you were going to use it against them? Of course he didn’t expect you to make it out of here still online. That was most likely the reason. You nod and respond.

“Whatever his reasoning for that is I’m sure it’s monstrous. Especially if it has to do with that mech.”

He looks at you and then back at the data pad.

“As second in command, it’s my job to be an advisor to Megatron in matters of great importance.”

He seems to preen before continuing.

“He however, believes I should have disposed of you. But how is it…that you look exactly like us. Down to our very biology. It’s…”

He doesn’t finish but instead he shakes his helm as if trying to get rid of a stray thought.

“Just what are you?”

His voice a dangerous growl that rumbles through his entire frame as he asks the question. So he thinks you are an abomination of some kind. You look him up and down.

“You are the alien here. You came to my world. So what exactly are you?”

Your tone accusing as you turn the question on him. Of course you knew Cybertronians well and why they were here. For a moment he looks affronted and his wings flick up, tapping the ceiling. You suppress a wave of amusement as he looks for a second like a bird whose feathers had fluffed out in indignation. He sputters for a before replying and regaining his composure.

“I suppose…but that’s beside the point. Here I am talking to what I thought was a very offline Cybertronian femme. Shockwave had torn out your spark. But here you are sitting in front of me as if none of that happened. And that-”

Emphasizing the word Cybertronian as he says it, he lays a digit on the seam that ran down your chest. The very same one that opened to reveal your true self.

“-that is in no way a Cybertronian spark. It’s something different altogether. An abomination.”

The scientist in him became morbidly fascinated with the new scans that had been taken of your form when Knockout and Hook had done the repairs on your frame. Where once a newspark had been detected, there was now a fully developed spark signature. It had a designation assigned to it and everything. An EM field, a scannable signature, it gave all appearance of a Cybertronian spark. But he wasn’t about to tell you that. Something had happened in the aftermath of that broken connection. Something that made his plating crawl in an unpleasant way. He continued to speak.

“Whatever those Autobots are doing is just as unethical as whatever morbid experiments Shockwave is conducting.”

He mumbled and that made you sit up straighter with a snarl as you reply to him.

“Never compare us to the likes of him! You are the bad guys here. You are the reason I was created in the first place. So that Earth had some defense against you. You are the reason Cybertron is ash and you had to come all the way here to find Energon!”

You had taken it too far. In a flash his servo was around your throat lifting you as Megatron had done. He was visibly shaking in anger. His red optics flashed and he bared his denta. Rage barely contained as his wings flicked fitfully behind him.

“You dare! You have no idea what happened on Cybertron! You insect! We tried to save Cybertron and your so called chosen leader doomed it!”

He seemed to take a moment to calm himself as he took a shaky vent and released you. Your optics were wide at his outburst. You swear you could have seen a hint of regret and pain behind his expression. It made you wonder what exactly he meant by what he said.

“What do you mean? Are you saying Optimus doomed Cybertron? That’s not right. He said you bombed it all to slag. Trying to get rid of everyone but those who aligned with your beliefs.”

Starscream looked as if he might have another outburst but instead he just spoke through gritted denta. Leaning forward so his face was barely an inch away from yours. Barely contained rage seeping out of his every word.

“Those deceivers would have you believe they were the spotless victims of this war? What if I told you there wasn’t a war before Optimus Prime became what he is?”

He didn’t get to finish before several drones rush in and the main door to the circular room slides shut. There were distant klaxon to be heard before the noise was abruptly cut off. They hurriedly took defensive positions and Starscream looked around, more annoyed than alarmed.

“What the pit is it now?”

He places a digit on the side of his helm activating his communicator.

“Report. What’s going on out there.”

You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation but he ducked quickly out of the cell. Throwing a brief ‘stay put.’ over his shoulder at you. The energy field hummed back to life caging you once more in the small room. Whatever it was must be big because there were now eight drones in the room with you.

Still reeling from the conversation you just had, you try to imagine what on earth he could have meant by that. There was no way Optimus Prime started the war on Cybertron. You couldn’t think about that right now. Whatever was happening most likely had to do with the Autobots and that made you smile. It was only a matter of time before they came for you. Their fierce protectiveness of the human race was one thing the Decepticons couldn’t flip around on them.

There was a thunderous crash and rubble bounced off of the energy field as the door to the cell block was blown open. Dust and smoke filled the air and there was shouting. Familiar voices made you stand, that hope filling your lines as you try to see through the smoke. Drones opened fire and were taken down with ease. Two familiar color schemes make their way towards the field. One pair of big worried blue optics stare through the field at you, making you almost sob with relief and recognition. The field drops and a flash of yellow was all you see before you are practically taken off your peds. The yellow mech clinging to you like you might just crumble in his servos. Of course you’d recognize him anywhere.

“Bee! Oh thank goodness!”

Emptiness Machine

Starscream X Mech Pilot Reader

Author note: here’s chapter 7! Sorry it took me a bit and today’s chapter is a bit longer to make up for it. Been going through some stuff. No warnings for this chapter!

Chapter 7

Coming online by degrees, you take in a shaky vent. Your optics flicker and warning messages blare, taking up all the space on your HUD. Internal damage, low energy, unable to disconnect, major mesh damage. You wince as you try to sit up and see where you are. A servo coming up reflexively to hold your chest plates together. Your digits find a fresh weld there as well as an Energon patch, someone had done minor repairs on your frame. You slowly move your optics over your plating. There were a few more fresh welds. Your optics flick over to find a faint purple glow, and sitting there against the wall you were leaned on, was a cube of Energon.

After looking around some more, you see that you had been taken to some sort of cell. An energy wall separated you from a larger circular room with more cells around the outside. In the center was a terminal and an empty, bot sized chair. Groaning, you try to get to your feet. If they thought you’d trust the Energon cube they left for you after all of what just happened, they were sorely mistaken. You pointedly ignore the persistent ping of the low fuel level warning as it invaded your vision. In your cell there was only a bench. Cybertronians didn’t need water for anything and it seems prisoners weren’t kept alive for very long here. You manage to drag yourself over to the bench and lean back. The patch on your chest still has some Energon infusion left but you need to take stock of the damage done to your actual body.

It takes you a moment to remove the patch but when you do, it’s easy to see the damage. There were long tears in the mesh beneath and the plating had been welded back in place properly. Luckily enough, they had the sense not to weld the seams of the cockpit closed. This gave you access to the gel capsule where your body rested. Engaging the springs manually since the connection was severed when Shockwave had torn into your chassis, you gingerly lift the plating away. It looks about as bad as you had expected. Your body had dried blood on its forehead, there was some bruising. But overall the damage wasn’t that severe. The scuffle with Megatron hadn’t affected the connection. You let out a relieved vent.

Just then, a door slid open with a mechanical swish and in walked the boxy blue bot who had carried you. Soundwave, Megatron had called him. When his visor dropped to your slumped form, you quickly close the plating around your body and glare defensively. He was carrying another Energon cube in one of his servos. The other servo raised in what was supposed to be a gesture of reassurance. He spoke in a quiet tonal voice.

“Little one. You must refuel.”

You glare at him. Little one? This was absolutely not the picture Optimus had painted of the Decepticons. Not getting up or making a move to retrieve the Energon cube he’s already placed inside the cell for you, your optics never leave him. He moves closer, activating a button on the panel outside that opens a small window in the energy field so he can place the second cube inside. He steps back but continues to watch you, his expression unreadable. You try to speak but your speech synthesizer crackles and glitches. The damage Megatron did wasn’t severe but it had wrecked your ability to speak clearly for now. Still you grate out the words through gritted denta.

“Gg-go fr-ag yourssss- tryiing-to poissss-on m-me“

The incomplete sentence hanging in the air a moment before the mech turns away as if to walk out. Before he reaches the door he turns and points to the cubes, speaking one last time over his shoulder.

“Fuel: acceptable. Not contaminated. Refuel.”

With that he leaves, the door sliding shut behind him. You extend your hand in a rude human gesture that would mean nothing to him, but it made you feel better anyway. You can’t help but feel the empty tank of your mech scraping the last bits of Energon from its walls. A little couldn’t hurt could it? Dr. Antonov and the Cybertronian scientists he worked with had made your mech as close to an actual Cybertronian as possible. The biology almost indistinguishable from the alien species except for the cockpit in its chest. This included the nanites that were found within the lines of a mech. The self repair system. He wasn’t sure of the effects nanites would have on the human body at first, but after he discovered the tiny organisms wanted nothing to do with organic matter, he implemented their use in all of his creations.

Taking the cube in your servo you lift it to your olfactory sensors, detecting no poison. You tentatively slide your glossa out to taste the Energon. It tasted just as staticky as it normally does. Hungrily you gulp down the first cube. Systems start to come back online and your vision clears slowly after a few hours. Forcing yourself to save the second cube until you need it again, you lie down on your side with your back to the wall. Your wing panels tuck against your frame and you wait for someone else to return. They had kept you alive for some reason. Perhaps for information or study. At least they knew to keep you out of Shockwave’s lab. Shivering when you think what he might have done with you if the other two hadn’t intervened.

You think back on the times that Optimus Prime had discussed the Decepticons with the members of Project Archangel. There were five back then. Five working mecha and five pilots. He had called a meeting to inform all of you of the danger you were getting ourselves into. He told you everything. The 11 worlds already practically glassed by the Decepticons. How earth was the second to last world and they could have plans to terraform it into a new Cybertron. It seems their homeworld was now uninhabitable due to the chemical weapons utilized by the Decepticons. Optimus blames Megatron for the destruction of their world.

“It didn’t need to be this way. But Megatron had decided the only path to peace on Cybertron was to eliminate an entire generation of our people. He wanted no one left. Only those who were down with him in the pit. Only those who knew the same hardship he did.”

He went on to describe the war on Cybertron before they left. How entire cities were bombed to ash. Burning metal and ozone all that was left of beautiful architecture and culture. All the wealthy citizens didn’t last long under his reign. He took control of most of the planet and its resources before Orion Pax decided to lead a rebellion against his tyranny. The death told had climbed to heights he couldn’t have possibly imagined. Primus himself intervened and deemed the young mech worthy, awarding him with the matrix of leadership. A powerful weapon only wielded by someone who would use it for the right reasons. From then on, Orion became known as Optimus Prime. That is the short version. He talked for hours. You remember nearly falling asleep by the time he finished.

Though the thing that stuck with you the most was the fact that he and his followers had killed indiscriminately. Their rule, though short, was tyrannical. Just the kind of thing they were fighting against. You shook your helmet at the thought. Such blind rage was something you knew well though. There were wars on earth before the Cybertronians came. One of those wars left you without most of your family. Leading you to project archangel and Dr. Antonov.

Your thoughts were once again interrupted by the metallic swoosh of the door opening up and ped steps announced the arrival of a bot. You don’t lift your helm right away. Instead you leave your optics offline and listen. The bot uses a data pad to loudly bang on the outside of your cell making you startle. Your optics find a familiar smug looking face and a crooked smile. Starscream. He speaks, his voice a deep rumble in the circular room.

“I have some questions for you. Care to share some information with me? Seraphim?”

Alright here is readers mech as a Patlabor Ingram! Idea courtesy of my reader on AO3 DiscoInHell. Enjoy!

Emptiness Machine

Starscream X Reader (mech pilot AU)

Author note: I am putting a trigger warning on this one because it mentions newsparks and alludes to Starscream thinking reader is carrying a newspark. Also because graphic depictions of violence.

If you are new here welcome! You can find my other fics and the other chapters HERE

Chapter 3

Shockwave listens as the door behind him shuts. None of this was making sense. He had seen it. The tiny almost imperceptible energy signature that even his highly sensitive optic hadn’t picked up at first. A newspark. He was sure of it. But what he had pulled from the chassis of that mech wasn’t a newspark at all. It was a human of all things. His servo shook as he balled it into a fist.

A wave of unfamiliar feeling crashed over him. Something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. His antennae flattened against his helm. The whole thing was most illogical. He began to stalk through the hallway. Muttering as he went, about newsparks and how it just wasn’t possible. He was so distracted by the conundrum of it that he almost barreled straight into Starscream. The mech immediately indignant at the perceived slight, sputtered as he dodged the boxy scientist. He had heard shockwave and paused, giving the scientist a confused look.

“What in primus’ name are you mumbling about now Shockwave. Some experiment of yours gone awry again?”

Starscream smirked as he blocked shockwave’s way, the bigger purple mech didn’t even seem to notice he was there. Pushing past the SIC shockwave stopped at the door to the med-bay continuing to mutter about newsparks and impossible things like that. Starscream’s wings flicked up in alarm at that.

“Newsparks? Shockwave you’ve been in that lab too long. There hasn’t been a newspark since…”

He stopped, looking back over his shoulder towards shockwave’s lab. Even he wasn’t evil enough to try and create life like that. He wouldn’t try to artificially create a newspark. That just wasn’t something he was interested in. Was it? Suddenly a deep sense of dread gripped Starscream. He knew an Autobot femme had been taken prisoner from the latest raid. Had that femme been sparked and shockwave somehow got ahold of it?

The energon in his lines ran cold. Sure he shouldn’t care about some Autobot femme. But he had believed for so long that his race was dying. That eventually this war would mean the end of the Cybertronians if he didn’t seize control from Megatron and stop his tyranny. Before he knew what he was doing he was sprinting headlong to Shockwave’s lab and bursting through the sliding doors. The scene that greeted him was a gruesome one. The femme was on his operating slab with her chest compartment torn open. Her optics were offline and she was leaking energon. To her left was a small vile containing the slumped figure of an organic. His optics widened as they fell on the tiny creature in the vile.

He’d seen the little organics on footage that the drones had picked up on their recon missions. Never in a million years did he think Shockwave of all bots would mistake the little insects for newsparks. Still, it all didn’t add up to him. Why had shockwave been so shaken and why had he offlined the Autobot prisoner instead of interrogating her for information. And in such a violent way. He turned his optics on the femme once more looking closer at her this time. Her chest compartment where her spark should be didn’t look quite right. Squinting his optics he tired to figure out what was missing. To his left a small noise startled him out of his quiet contemplation.

A loud noise jarred you awake making your head pound even harder. You tilt your head up a bit, eyes bleary and unfocused from the pain. Placing a hand on the cool glass you try to right yourself so you can better see what was making all that racket. A different Cybertronian was in the room with you now. His wings flicking in agitation as he stared at your mech.

“Hey you. Get back. Don’t touch that.”

Your voice barely coming out as a hoarse gasp as you tried to warn him off. He turns at your voice, mumbling deeply in his own language. It hadn’t occurred to you that the Decepticons wouldn’t have had the need to scan the native life. Their language not something that was relevant as the Decepticons only sought the energon on the planet. The humans were little more than insects to them. You look up at him, trying to get your eyes to focus. With every ounce of strength you have left, you take a deep breath and as loud as you possibly can, utter the only phrase in Cybertronian you had been taught. All the pain and anger and fear of the last hour building up in your chest as you scream at him.

“GO FRAG YOURSELF!”

Just as he predicted, things were different. All the smiles and kind words towards him felt like lies and mocking pity. Midoriya hated it. He hated his friends, (except for Kirishima, the stupid redhead, who didn’t try to give him any pity and had even offered to smack him in the face) and he hated his teachers, (except for all might) and he hated the villains, and he especially hated whoever hade spilled his secret to all the world. He was going to kill them. He was just, inches away from hunting the reporter down and breaking his nose.

Nightmares didn’t help his mood at all, they were filled with, not only people screaming at him to give up his dream, but had villains whispering dark things, even asking (ordering) him to join them. The only thing that made things better was Kota's thank you note.

Everyone who watched the news now knew that he had been quirkless for most of his life. Midoriya was embarrassed and didn’t want to see how his classmates reacted to that. It was a big shocker. it had been his deepest, darkest secret beside one for all. Bakugo had known but hadn't told anyone, and Midoriya owned him for that. (Well, now after saving him from being kidnapped, they were even. but still)

In his mind's eye, Midoriya could imagine all his friends being disgusted of or even worse, pitying him. He didn’t want them to leave him, but then he told himself that he didn’t care, and it didn’t matter. He knew that he was lying to himself. Midoryia just didn't want them to think of him any different.

It's a Bakugo and Izuku personality swap ya'll. enough said. Read it or not, it's up to you.

 Feel free to repost it ya want.

I've never done one of these before, so I hope I did it correctly. Anyways, I got ahead of my self and created a whole ass au. @liekadae

Bdubs liked to believe he was a good protector of the forest. He granted boons to those that respected nature and chased away those who would use it for themselves. He helped all animals, from wild ponies to the smallest of tree frogs, and in return, they would continue living; the greatest gift of all. Which is why, when he spotted an albino fox with red ears, who's leg was caught in a hunter's trap, he immediately bent down to let it free.

It pulled back at the sight of him, pupils slit to almost invisibility, so Bdubs took it slow. He sat down in front of the creature and began to hum. He reached out to a small fern next to the fox and allowed his energy to boost the plants’ growth. He remembered that foxes preferred hiding or blending into their surroundings, so, in order to make the small canine more comfortable, foliage sprouted all around it. Not encasing, but simply embracing.

The fox, clearly still running high on nerves flattened its ears, but not too long afterwards, let them stand tall. It tried to sit up, but failed to, and resigned to laying down in the greenery. Bdubs moved his hand closer, allowing the beast to sniff it, and after a few seconds, it pushed its muzzle into his palm. He scratched its chin for a few seconds before moving onto the trap.

It was simple yet effective, and the wire that tangled itself around the hind foot was ever so slightly cutting into the fox’s fur. Bdubs grabbed the wire and gently undid it, simply breaking the combination lock when he got there. After the wire fell to the forest floor and the pressure had been lifted the fox immediately stood up and sprinted off, away from the thicket. Before it was out of view, however, it turned to Bdubs and watched. If Bdubs knew any better, he would've said it was studying him. But he didn't, so he simply waved, and the fox stalked off.

-

It had been a bit since Bdubs freed the fox, but soon after, he began receiving gifts. Small trinkets, whether that be a silver nugget, or a red and gold ribbon, yet all were in pristine condition. He doesn't know how whatever found his home, but as whenever he slept in a different location, the gifys followed him, so they must be his. Tonight though, he decided he would return the favor.

Bdubs placed a small, handmade lantern out in front of his den for the night. It was made of pure light, which he had harvested himself, but gentle enough that it wouldn't hurt the user (whoever it may be). The small orb was encased in gold, courtesy of the mystery nuggets, and gave off a magnificent hue when the last rays of the sun hit it.

So, that night, as Bdubs shut his eyes, he could not see the visitor. He was asleep, and could not hear the paws padding over to him. Could not smell the breeze in the air as a transformation occurred. Could not taste the sudden whiff of pine and sweet berries. Could not feel the gentle hand of someone placing a note card on his mossy cloak. No, Bdubs couldn't do anything when he was asleep.

However, when he awoke and saw the lantern gone and the note in his lap, he knew he had been visited by his mystery gifter. He moved to pick up the card, but before he could read a word, he noticed something.

A small, red, fox print.

Stamping the handwritten message.

Is it okay? If you have a proper au thing I can delete it okay thank you

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Regained Throne AU

Pac-man and the Ghostly Adventures AU

Betrayus

It started out as a normal scheme to takeover the Temple of Slime, but it quickly escalated and changed into trying to find the Temple of Death. His ghosts managed to get some old tablets from different Temples, even the Temple of Mystery which was right under his castle the entire time, not like they would’ve figured out the floor was hollow since they don’t have any legs. During a recent attack, he stole the tablets that the Pac-Man got to first from the other Temples, Sir C had already translated them but it couldn’t hurt to steal things every now and then. When he was excavating the Temple of Mystery a little more, had to extend the basement somewhere, he and his minion came across a secret room where different tablets and jewels lied. There were even a few weapons believe it or not, or at least that’s what it looked like, the weapons were all rusted and looked like could crumble to dust on a moments touch. But the room went deeper, the rest of his minions, even the bumbling brothers were distracted by fighting and the jewels, he would have too if something else wasn’t calling him deeper. While his minions were fighting over the riches he wandered into a crown room, it was in the core of a hotter lava than the Netherworlds, even the Fire Ghosts and himself might’ve broken a sweat in here. Strangely, the lava was fading into different colors, bright yellows, dim oranges, crimson reds, and mystic purples. And on top there was a pedestal with a crown on it, it had a small grey, eye shaped gem in the middle of it, the crown itself was made out of mixed Netherworld metals. Betrayus couldn’t help himself but to float to it, he always liked having a crown on his head after all…

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Introducing my Yellowjackets OC…Chloe Matthews!

*FCs- Zendaya and Thandiwe Newton

Updated: 4/29/25

**Background**

Chloe is Lottie Matthews’ cousin. She is the daughter of Malcolm’s sister, Veronica, and a heavily intoxicated one-night stand. Veronica doesn’t remember who Chloe's father is. Veronica is considered the “embarrassment” of the Matthews family due to her addictions and lack of success in life. He was a successful businessman with family name to uphold, after all.

Chloe was born on March 9, 1977, almost a year before Lottie. She was held back in the 2nd grade for truancy because of her mother's negligent behavior. She had to repeat the year and ended up in Lottie's grade with the core varsity characters.

Lottie's parents became Chloe's guardians to keep her out of foster care after her mother’s lifestyle was discovered by social workers in truancy court. Mr. Matthews thought it was the best thing to keep more public incidences from happening in the future. Still, Chloe bounced back and forth between her mother's house and Lottie's.

Malcolm had little interest in Chloe, concerned only with “damage control.” Despite being very different, Chloe and Lottie were close and took care of each other in the absence of parental interest and guidance.

Chloe has been best friends with Natalie Scatorccio since they first met as children, with Kevyn Tan joining them in high school.

Chloe is not on the soccer team. She is the first chair cellist in the Wiskayok High School orchestra and plays the violin, piano, drums, bass guitar, and guitar with equal talent. She also has perfect pitch.

Chloe is a lesbian and has been out since the 7th-8th grade.

Chloe and Van are friends. They met while Chloe was doing music for AV club projects. Van confides in her and, of course Chloe is a vault. She is used to keeping other peoples’ secrets.

Chloe and Van’s friendship is one of the reasons that Tai hates Chloe. She wasn’t sure why for a bit until she finally worked it out. It threw a wrench in her and Van’s friendship because Chloe didn’t want to cause problems in Van and Tai’s secret relationship.

Chloe is generally not a hater, but she hates Tai. She hates Tai’s self-righteous, condescending, aggressive general personality. The way she makes Van hide. Chloe doesn’t put up with Tai’s shit, which makes Tai hate her even more.

Chloe is Wiskayok HS’ main drug dealer because of the access she has to her mother’s never ending drug supply. She is in it for the money. She and Lottie want out of Wiskayok as soon as they graduate and Chloe wants them to be able to easily set up a nice life for themselves without money being an issue.

She also loves the fast, easy money to buy any musical equipment she wants.

She is obsessed with Alice in Chains and can play every single guitar solo in each AIC song since their founding. Her friends call her "wannabe” in direct reference to her worship and idolatry of Jerry Cantrell. They know she takes it as a compliment. It caught on as an insult from people who don’t like her for whatever reason, but she doesn’t care.

Lottie and Nat always call her ‘Lo. They are the only two people allowed to call her that.

She ends up on the plane because Lottie's father (who chartered the private plane) insisted that Chloe be allowed on the Nationals trip to get both girls out of his house. His one demand of Chloe, as always, was to make sure Lottie take her meds on schedule.

Chloe was happy to get out of NJ and watch her cousin and best friend become National Champions.

**Trapped in the Wilderness**

In the wilderness, Chloe becomes a trapper. She learns how to make traps for small animals and goes with Natalie and Travis every day to check, reset, and set up new traps.

She brought her guitar on the trip, of course. It sustained minor damage that she is eventually able to fix when they find the cabin. It became a source of entertainment and morale for herself and the group.

Chloe has a friends-with-benefits relationship with Melissa until Melissa begins to obsess over Shauna.

Chloe's relationship with Lottie in the wilderness becomes strained as she knows Lottie is off her meds, but no one else is aware of her condition.

Chloe’s loyalty to Lottie also puts strain on her friendship with Nat at times.

Eventually, she realizes she can't get through to Lottie. Chloe will have to figure out how to minimize damage to the group while remaining loyal to and taking care of her cousin. If she can.

Chloe tries to become closer to Van, but she doesn’t want to cause problems between Van and Tai. So she spends as much time with Van as she can when Tai is not around.

Chloe doesn’t pay much attention to Taissa in the wilderness. Occasionally they get into major disagreements. Chloe will almost go feral when Tai goes after Lottie. They do develop a mutual respect for each other out of necessity, as they are both very capable individuals.

**Post-Rescue**

After rescue, Chloe goes back with Lottie to really care for her. Chloe’s mother believed she was dead and continues to act as if she is.

Chloe’s alcohol and drug use is semiregular at this point and she doesn’t use hard drugs.

While spending time in New Jersey, she runs into a newly single Van and they become closer. When she is not with Lottie, Chloe is with Van, Natalie, and/or Travis.

Chloe and Van quickly start a relationship. Van’s mother is just as useless as Chloe’s, so Van stays with Chloe to help her with Lottie most of the time.

Once Lottie's parents commit her to the institution, Chloe and Van move to NYC. They live off the money that she made dealing drugs in HS.

She goes to visit Lottie as often as possible and takes bartending jobs at popular NYC bars and clubs to make connections and network within the music scene.

Van eventually gets involved on the tech side of the NYC indie movie scene.

Chloe starts using hard drugs.

Chloe eventually starts a post-grunge, experimental alt-rock band that is met with success. A lot of her songs are ones she wrote during her time in the wilderness. Though only she really knows that.

Chloe's band, Ransom Banging, puts out a few albums and goes on the tour for them. Van comes along sometimes.

Chloe and Van have a happy relationship for the first couple of years. It eventually becomes tumultuous for a lot of reasons- Chloe’s descent into regular hard drug use, Chloe’s touring schedules, Van’s reaction when she finds out that Tai came out anyway and married Simone, and their general trauma from their time stranded. They eventually break up for good and part ways.

Natalie and Chloe are still best friends. Despite their chaotic lifestyles and drama, they find ways to visit each other at least a few times a year.

**2021-Present**

Chloe is in some legal trouble and has been staying off the grid with Lottie, with her intentional community/cult compound.

Chloe is still a stoner and will have a drink every once in a while. She is sober otherwise.

Chloe is in a real relationship with Lisa.

After her band broke up and her life really started to fall apart, she took Lottie’s advice and decided to see a psychiatrist that Lottie’s psychiatrist recommended for her. This is how she knew that Lottie was hallucinating those visits with the “substitute” doctor because her real doctor definitely was in town.

Lottie brings Chloe to the ranch when Travis calls and desperately tries to talk both of them out of it. She helps Lottie, but the results remain the same.

Chloe is surprised to see Van and Tai back together, but when Chloe was done with someone romantically, she was done. She decided to stay out of it and just observed with general amusement. At this point in her life, Chloe had already given up on real relationships.

Chloe is happy to find out Nat is out of rehab. Chloe wasn’t sent a postcard, but when she finds out about the blackmail, she pretends with a fake postcard to be able to spend some more time with Nat. She also wanted a break from the boredom of Lottie’s community.

Chloe pretty much drops off the map after Natalie dies and Lottie is institutionalized again. She moves into the Matthews’ penthouse to wait for Lottie.

Callie is a fan of Chloe’s former band. Shauna tries to keep her away from Callie too.

Chloe is the one who finds her body in the buildings’ basement. She was trying to find her to back her up on the apology.

Chloe aggressively works with Misty to solve Lottie’s murder. Chloe was always nice to Misty because Misty was nice to her, but they do become better friends because they bond over losing Nat.

As they have reunited as adults, Chloe and Tai have been able to get along, even with her and Van’s history.

Chloe meets with Tai and Misty after Van dies and 100% agrees with Tai that everything that has happened has been Shauna’s fault.

Chloe’s best friend, the only person she has ever truly loved, and her cousin are all dead because of Shauna and she will pay.

Chloe reunites with Melissa. It will not be a happy one because Melissa killed Van.

That's all I have figured out so far.

Leopaldo physiology (still working on)

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Here's another character sheet but deeper with body anatomy: God representation: Fortune telling, r

Luigi: You earned so much today

♌Leopaldo: Yeah, my night job is paying me well

Luigi: Oh? Night shifts? what's your job?

♌Leopaldo: Eh it's not that important to know what it is but the fact that your favorite son here is having fun and happy where he is. It's all to say that the information is not necessary.

Luigi: Weeell, I AM your father so I do have to know since you responded broadly.

⛎Luciano: *about to pass by reading a book*

Luigi: Hey Lucy. I wanna ask a question.

⛎Luciano: *Looks a bit concerned, then proceeds to look at Leopaldo, finally giving an uninterested look* *Sigh*... Yeah Papa. What is it?

Luigi: Do you know what job your little brother is working at?

⛎Luciano: *rolls his eyes, pinching above his nose whispering* uh um... *he then looks at Leopaldo disgusted*

♌Leopaldo: *gives his eldest brother a serious stare, reading "lie"*

⛎Luciano: *slightly cringes*uh... um... papa... ...do you... really want to know... that much?

Luigi: Of course I do, He always shows a bag of cash every week. I'm starting to think that he works in a business office at night finishing his documents

⛎Luciano: *his discomfort slightly grows on his face*

Luigi: ... or he's getting millions on selling his paintings on the streets at night...

⛎Luciano: *discomfort increases*

♌Leopaldo: *his discomfort showed in the minimum as he scratches the back of his ear*

Luigi: maybe... well to be more credible, He found a richer girl to suck her dry.

⛎Luciano: *the amount of rizz discomfort showed so visual that the audience will see his double chin exposed*

Luigi: *touching his chin while lost in thought* I mean it would terrible enough to say the least-

⛎Luciano: *Handling it no more interrupts his father* Papa he's a male bi-prostitute in a stripper bar club.

Luigi: *froze in awe*... ... ... huh?

♌Leopaldo: Yeah... I also have sex for money. I'm kind of the reason why the place became a five-star.

Luigi: ...uh

♌Leopaldo: *his face showed content again* Actually I have multiple jobs I do for a living.

Luigi: *surprised* um... really?

⛎Luciano: *stares at him showing no surprise* Actually Leo, why don't you tell him instead.

♌Leopaldo: *whips his hair* Well I WAS about to

⛎Luciano: *rolls his eyes while arms crossed*

Luigi: *sigh* well go on...

♌Leopaldo: *puts out a finger to each occupation* Aside the club job, I'm also a bi-host, porn star, rent-a-boyfriend, and I sell pictures.

Luigi: *bazard* ....huh... WHAT!?

⛎Luciano: *coldly stares at the situation silently hoping that his second brother would get yelled at*

Luigi: *pulsing in utter confusion* but, but why do you have to take these jobs... Aren't you afraid of getting infected?

♌Leopaldo: Papa I'm a demigod. I can't get a infection from humans. Plus I'm too perfectly polished for such a thing to let that happen. *head held high*

♊Lewis: *sashays up to Leo* Heyyy if it isn't my awesome sluty handsome miraculously strong brother.

♌Leopaldo: *his face dies out to slight annoyance* What do you want since I see you femboy dressed?

♊Lewis: *dramatically shocked offended by his response* Well I have you know that skirt and top sweater is perfect for today's weather. But sense the king whore asked...

♌Leopaldo: *crosses his arms with a side hip resting*

♊Lewis: *puppy eyes* Couwd yew give your cuwte bwothew mon-

♌Leopaldo: *cuts him off* no.

♊Lewis: *sasses out* Damn this bitch didn't even gave a chance. Ugh Talk about luck.

♊Lucas: *walks up* What's wrong?

♊Lewis: *dramatically hugs his twin's arm and whines* UUGH HE DOESN'T WANT TO LEND MONEYY!!

♊Lucas: Is he being stingy as fuck like always? *Cratching the side back of his nose* I mean... Logically I don't blame him. Leo-bitch is quite excellent on his finances than the bluehead work-a-holic art rat that burns his money away on dead dreams.

Leopaldo, yet annoyed by the name-calling, smirks at the side compliment as Liborio, about to bring his existence after six days working outdoors and indoors, finishing a portrait to show; clenches his art piece with insecurity and walks back into his room in silent oceanic waterfall tears trailing the floor with him.

♓Liborio: *whisper* So much for the good news on my project.

♊Lewis: *Looking slightly behind with a snickered smile* ...oops looks like he heard us.

Luigi yelled their names while the twins flinched in fear at Lupin's demanding voice as his left eye color turned green.

Lupin & Luigi: What did I tell you two about shit-talking your siblings like this?

♊Twins: *looks down, avoiding eye contact with a frown, then grunts* sooorrryyyy..

Lupin & Luigi: Not to me! Go to your brother!

♊Twins: *growled silently as they looked back at the trail of salt water with small flapping fishes, looking back at each other with a slight whimper* ..fine...

♌Leopaldo: *proceeds to pick four fishes and shallow in whole* Good luck cuz these fishes got some spice hmhm.

♊Twins: *Growls at Leopaldo*

♌Leopaldo: *growls back greater with of a lion and fox mixed together*

The twins stepped back intimidated. As they mumble secretly within each other they walked to his room. But in originality, they went throw a portal to their room. Futhermore, their moods changed after it closed.

♊Twins: *giggles in relief turned into hard laughter* That's a relief.

♊Lewis: Left like dad was gonna give the italian discipline in a second.

♊Lucas: Right?

♊Lewis: Anywaaays..... *devil's grin* did ya get it bae?

♊Lucas: Sure did.

Lucas digs in his hoody to pull out a leather wallet with rose stitch in with sparkly red string.

♊Lewis: *smile big with sparkles in his eyes* aaaaoooh yees. You're the best sweetie. *Jumps in for a hug*

♊Lucas: *blush slightly* It's not so big thing really. While he was distracted by the fishes I slid a hand in the dumbass then bam. No complications needed.

♊Lewis: *snatches the wallet slightly from above* Now the question will be answered, How much is in the little gorgeous wallet? *weighs it a bit* Now it's actually quite light.

♊Lucas: *he grins evilishly bigger and approaches closer* .... So that means...

Lewis then opens the wallet revealing five golden bank cards and one credit card. They are all from the high class that the rich could offered.

♊Twins: Bingoo...

Luciano Sandaboruto

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First son born to the unexpected family. He started as a happy studious boy to a wise and bored chos

eldest of the fox trio and most intelligent. This man's always has a bored bitch vibe but likes to nap seven times a day. His characteristic is very mysterious do to the fact that he knows every siblings' dirty little secrets but never bothers to solve them. He is an otaku cosplayer and crossdresser aside from being addicted to anime. He likes to check on what his siblings are doing and sometimes chill with them.

This will be updated.

Liborio Ren Sandaboruto

Three brother to the Sandaboruto family as a gifted Pisces god. This sweet artistic emotional fellow really struggles to get his art dream. He may tend to be broke do to art promos and supplies. This makes take multiple jobs all together. He is pretty much a crybaby at best all the time but be careful when he gets rejected or breakup. He will cry a fountain with aquatic fishes flying outward since his tears are sea water and yes he will flud his room with his oceanic tears. He tends to get obsessive with whoever he crushes on and funny enough Leopaldo is in his list. He also gets yandere jealous of whoever has a slight love interest towards the person and will make the person disappear the next day.

Will be updating there will be more

back with something new well something controversial but yet an cool idea. And yes I will still do it either way not caring for the randoms commenting negativity. But I will be doing a two part fan serie including an half. And this half will be an incest yoai special. Hear me out on this, after the happy ending to part 1 is done the children of luigixmaquyo gets to share their lores all back when they were little kids because part 2 is when their adults and the focus. Maquyo figures out in mid way of part 1 that she is the goddess of cancer ♋ as opposed to her mother who stepped down the place of a Scorpio ♏, she thrived her power to the fullest extent but never knew that she would give birth to gifted children a specially her first one. How this works is this, and let's be honest in reality zodiacs can date any zodiacs and imma throw that in the window, when zodiac gods/goddess build romantic chemistry with another this boosts their power in another depending the sex match in addition to getting them closer than normal. This will have some sensitive lores as to the fact that they are not human and are treated differently in a world where mythical human furries have to hide their features in the human society where they also can't assault or fight back at them because of the law. This may sound racial in species but it goes with the story. So some of the characters will show critics and hatred to humans.

If u do want to read the yoai story chat, like, follow and check out my blog if it's your taste.

I clearly need to be here more lol.

Papa Luigi's 3rd children are evil but lovable twins. Lucas and Lewis

WandaVision feels like someone’s AU Fanfic come to life

And I’m LOVING IT!!😍

Fic-Rec Tuesday!

Welp we survived another weekend here. The kids had sniffles Friday and by Saturday morning I felt like my soul had been shoved through a meat grinder 😬 I am now a functioning member of society once more but my partner is down for the count.

This weeks fan fic recommendation is Welcome to the Enterprise by IvanW.

Jim shakes Spock’s hand and accidentally bonds them. It’s got angst and chaos and reading it makes my heart sing. This is a work in progress so everyone should go and give Kudos and comments and help keep this wonderful author motivated. This story is soooo fun and Spock is just…. I want to shake the poor boy. He tries so hard and yet fails so hard.

The author has been working on this story for 4 years!!! They deserve so much love and I really hope you all agree 🖖

Fic Reccomendation

So this isn't for a pairing I ever, EVER, thought I would ship, but it was late last night (like 3am, hence my being off my head today) and I fell down some AO3 hole, and jesus this is so well written and amazing. YOU SHOULD READ IT.

Two parts. AOS AU where Kirk leaves Starfleet to be an architect and ends up falling in love with Spock Prime. I opened it for a giggle, and just woosh. Brilliance.

10. Alguno se enferma

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Naeve camino de manera sigilosa por los pasillos iluminados por velas, entre sus brazos una pequeña bola de pelos se asomaba aunque sus ojos lastimados no le permitían ver mucho estaba tan agotado que no podía defenderse. Lo último que quería la joven era lastimarlo. Entró a su habitación en silencio esperando que nadie estuviera adentro. 

La bolita de pelos hizo un pequeño maullido. 

—Shh, prometo limpiarte y curarte, solo espera un poco—susurro Naeve hacia el bollo que cargaba. 

—¿Con quién hablas?—una voz hizo que la joven se congelara, su esposo, la persona que menos quería ver en esta situación.

—Estaba hablando sola—respondió Naeve sin darse la vuelta, e intentó distraer al pelinegro—¿Cómo te fue hoy? ¿Hiciste algo interesante?

Kylo se dirigio hacia el sofá de la habitación, los pasos pausados hicieron que quisiera salir corriendo. Estaba segura que si su esposo descubria que había traido un pequeño animalito, sucio y lastimado lo mandaría directo con los curanderos y ella nunca lo volvería a ver. 

—Solo estuve entrenando, fue un día muy caluroso y los chicos estaban muy vagos, realmente me agotan cuando toma esa actitud—contó Kylo sacándose las botas—Por cierto, ¿que tienes en los brazos? 

Naeve se dio la vuelta y con una sonrisa. 

—¿Esto? Es una manta. Justo estaba por mandarla a lavar—explicó mostrando una punta, su habitación era una zona insegura para el gato, por lo que decidió que lo mejor era dejar al minino en el baño de invitados y de paso ir a buscar los elementos necesarios para limpiarlo y curarlo.  

—Naeve, ¿que está bajo la manta? 

Kylo detuvo a la joven, agarrándola por la muñeca quien bufo. 

—¿No puedes al menos fingir que no te das cuenta de algo? 

Kylo se paró y cruzó los brazos. 

—No, no puedo fingir cuando se que algo está mal y menos si se trata de ti—Naeve frunció el ceño—¿Es un animal? ¿Te ha lastimado?

Kylo intentó tocar el bollo temblando en sus brazos pero Naeve se alejó. 

—No hay nada mal conmigo, tampoco estoy lastimada—camino hacia el baño privado y cerró la puerta con su pie, sin embargo el pelinegro ni siquiera dejó que la puerta golpeara e interrumpio en el baño. Apoyo el bollo en el piso y desenvolvio las mantas, el mínino estaba temblando y también sus ojos llorosos lastimados estaban cristalizados. A Naeve se le rompió el corazón. 

—Amor, si está lastimado es mejor que lo lleves… 

—Kylo, si pretendes que devuelva este gato sin estar antes sano, te recomiendo salir de la habitación antes de que me enoje en serio—por los siguientes minuto solo se escucho el agua que corría en la bañera, los quejido del gatito que con un paño húmedo Naeve intentaba limpiar y los consuelos de la joven.

—Ya, ya. No te preocupes, pequeñín. Te cuidare. 

Cuando el baño terminó, la bola de pelos estaba maullando y tratando de subirse a los brazos de la joven, quien no dudó en abrazarlo dándole besitos en la cabecita. El pelaje del animal estaba limpio y las heridas que tenía no eran tan profundas como pensó. Ya era de noche cuando salió del baño, Kylo estaba en el sofá leyendo algunos papeles y levantó la mirada cuando noto la presencia de Naeve. Sin embargo esta ni siquiera le correspondió, y agarró uno de sus pijamas de verano doblandolo y poniéndolo bajo su brazo, justo al pequeño minino quien cuando noto la tela tan exquisita decidió que seria el juguete perfecto para morder.

—Naeve… 

—Dormire en la habitación de invitados, si necesitas algo…

—Naeve, no es necesario—habló Kylo dejando los papeles a un lado—El gato… puede dormir aquí. 

La joven se detuvo. 

—¿En serio?—el pelinegro asintió—Bien… 

Sinceramente Kylo pensaba deshacerse del gato apenas estuviera en condiciones de ser adoptado; no quería animales, nunca había tenido deseos de ello. Pero Naeve se veía tan linda cuidando de esa bola de pelos que se arrepintio de sus pensamientos. 

Fue asi, como Naeve y Kylo, tuvieron a su primera mascota juntos. 

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Challenge de Escritura

05. Se reencuentran (AU)

por si quieres leerlo en ao3

En el castillo, una preocupación general rodeaba a sus habitantes. La guerra contra el país del Sur ya había empezado hace más de dos meses, y la ausencia del Rey era un tema que Naeve intentaba manejar con una sonrisa en la cara. 

Era de un buen conocimiento que el Rey era el mejor guerrero, y que por ello, sus soldados también eran de los mejores. Sin embargo, no importa que tan buenos sean; la guerra es la guerra y siempre hay caídos. 

Naeve confiaba en las habilidades de Kylo, confiaba en que volvería, con algunas heridas pero volvería. Fue un día lluvioso cuando las noticias llegaron, de que habían ganado la guerra y de que preparen las unidades de sanación. 

Solo fueron tres días a esto, de que un bullicio llegó con el atardecer y los soldados aparecieron. Naeve organizó la entrada, y los heridos mientras llegaban fueron llevados a sanación, la pelea había sido ruda, las heridas eran profundas pero sólo hubo tres guerreros perdidos en batalla. 

Naeve no tuvo tiempo a preocuparse, no hasta que todos los heridos estuvieron acostados y medianamente estables. Eran tardes de la madrugada cuando Naeve finalmente pudo preguntar por su esposo. Aunque nadie supo darle una respuesta. 

Con un pánico en el pecho, buscó por los jardines, por las unidades de heridos, el establo y las habitaciones de los soldados, que los pocos que no habían sido heridos la recibieron con sorpresa, aunque tampoco pudieron darle una exactitud de donde se encontraba Kylo. 

Decidió calmarse, respirar e ir a cambiar su ropa manchada por la sangre. Casi nadie se encontraba en el castillo, sino estaban ayudando a los soldados, estaban preparando la comida para darles. Su cuerpo se sentía pesado, tenía ganas de llorar pero era la Reina, no podía permitirse deprimirse cuando su pueblo estaba luchando por mantenerse. Entró a la habitación deseando verse a sí misma dormida y darse cuenta que todo esto era un sueño, sabía que no lo era. 

Y esto fue claro cuando dentro, sentado en la cama y gimiendo de dolor se encontraba Kylo, quién intentó pararse y ocultar su cuerpo tapado por la sangre. Heridas profundas en toda su espalda. 

—Amor—Naeve corrió hacia su lugar, y sin siquiera prestar atención a otra cosa que no fuera Kylo. Intentó tocar su hombro sin embargo antes de que siquiera pudiera ver bien la herida, Kylo se paró tapándose con su camisa negra—¡¿Qué haces?! Estás lastimado, hay que limpiarlo…

—No hay problema, no duele—mintió alejándose del tacto de su esposa y en cambio ponerse a su frente besando su sien—No te acuestes aún, cambiaré las sábanas. 

—Kylo—la joven se sorprendió de lo seca y dura que salió su voz, pero su esposo no se detuvo de buscar las frazadas. 

—¿Si, mi amor?

—Acuéstate ahora mismo, o consideraré nuestro divorcio. 

El hombro se congeló, y se sentó en la cama sin rechistar. Naeve se acercó a él sacándole la camisa con descontento. Reviso la herida, llegaba desde el hombro hasta la parte baja de la espalda, la piel estaba abierta y la sangre no dejaba de chorrear. ¿Cómo siquiera podía fingir que no le dolía cuando de solo verlo a ella le daba escalofríos? 

—Iré a buscar vendas y alcohol, espera aquí. 

—Amor, no es necesario…—intento decir Kylo con una sonrisa. Pero a Naeve le dolía el corazón. 

—No digas una palabra más. 

Tan pronto como la joven se fue, el pelinegro suspiró queriendo dormir por tres días, abrazado a su esposa. Esta situación… Era molesta. Cuando volvió, Naeve sacó el algodón y limpió la herida sin decirle una palabra. Kylo aguantó quejidos de dolor y cuando su herida empezó a ser cubierta por las vendas, notó los ojos dolidos de Naeve. Era tan estupido. 

—Gracias. 

—¿Tienes hambre?—Naeve se paró tirando los algodones sucios. Negó y llamó a la chica por su nombre. 

—Lo siento. 

Silencio. Y de repente los sollozos se hicieron presentes. 

—Maldita sea, Kylo. Ni te imaginas lo preocupada que estaba—Naeve tapó su cara con sus manos—¿Porque no fuiste a una unidad de sanación? Nadie sabía dónde estabas, ni cómo. 

—Lo siento, en serio, simplemente quería estar aquí… contigo—sonrió—y descansar. 

Kylo agarró sus manos, y apoyo su cabeza ahí. Naeve se soltó haciendo que su esposo levantara la mirada, acarició su pelo y besó su nariz. 

—Te extrañé muchísimo, Kylo. 

—Yo también mi amor. 

Challenge de Escritura

04. Pelea

por si prefieren leer en ao3

Kylo alguna vez fue un marine, y aunque ya habían pasado tres años de su retiro, todavía no se había acostumbrado a la sociedad. Decidió que debía volver a la universidad, esperando encontrar amigos, sin embargo algo lamentable ocurrió. Todos le temían. 

Kylo con pelo negro hasta los hombros, un torso enorme y una altura de 1.90, parecia tener el fisico perfecto para permanecer solo el resto de su vida. Y quizás esto hubiera pasado, si hubiera faltado a sus clases ese día tan lluvioso que parecía que iba a caerse el cielo. En el ejército, fue preparado para todo tipo de situaciones, así que unas gotas no iban a detenerlo. Claro que no tuvo en cuenta que su profesor iba a faltar junto al noventa porcierto de los estudiantes. Kylo se quedó sentado en una banca tomando café de lata, que miserable. Ni siquiera tenía un amigo como para reírse de su desgracia. 

—En serio soy un tonto. 

—No te preocupes, no eres el único—una voz contestó a su comentario. Kylo miró pero los primeros segundos no entendió que estaba viendo, hasta que unos ojos bajo esa bola de ropa se hizo presente—Un gusto, soy Naeve. 

Una mano salió bajo las tres capas de ropa, una mano pequeña, con uñas cortas pero cuidadas, Kylo la agarró.

—Un gusto, Naeve. 

Challenge de Escritura

Pelea

si quieres leerlo en ao3

Naeve y Kylo, la pareja que el reino respetaba y adoraba. Quienes se amaban con profundidad, y guiaban a sus súbditos con respeto, no siempre fueron una pareja comunicativa, aunque esos tiempos quedaron atrás y la gente se había olvidado lo que era escuchar a los Reyes gritar. 

—¡Al menos deberías cuidarte a ti misma!

—¿Y qué quieres que haga?—exclamó Naeve moviendo los brazos—¿Que abandone mis responsabilidades por unos rasguños? No seas ridículo, Kylo. Tu no dejas tu puesto incluso si te han acuchillado.

—¡Pero yo soy un soldado, Naeve!—Kylo pasó su mano por su pelo suspirando y apoyándose en la cama—Además, no es eso lo que me molesta. 

—¿Entonces qué es? Porque no te entiendo y en serio estas frustrándome—Naeve puso sus brazos en su cintura con el ceño fruncido. El silencio de su esposo la hizo resoplar—Bien, me voy. No voy a aguantar tus actos de niño caprichoso. 

Naeve camino hacia la salida de la habitación, acomodándose la ropa abrió la puerta chasqueando la lengua, con una presión en su pecho, odiaba cuando Kylo la hacía ser la víctima. Su cuerpo fue agarrado por detrás apenas cruzó un paso al corredor, y la puerta fue cerrada en un estruendo. La joven terriblemente enojada empezó a golpear al hombre, que ni siquiera emitió un sonido, era un soldado fuerte pero Naeve no quería admitirlo en ese momento. 

—¡Suéltame, ya no quiero hablar contigo!—golpeó con su codo las costillas de Kylo, e intentó liberarse pero este hizo que ambos se tiraran a la cama en un movimiento ridículo para un soldado, rápidamente Kylo agarró las frazadas caras de la cama matrimonial y envolvió a Naeve en ellas. 

—Entonces, hablaré yo—los brazos de su esposo no la dejaban ni moverse—Amor, no puedo sentirme tranquilo si sé que no confías en mí para decirme si te lastimas. Sé que no puedo protegerte siempre, y sé que tampoco me dejarías hacerlo. Sin embargo, no puedo evitar sentirme ansioso si tengo que descubrir que estas lastimada por una simple casualidad. 

Kylo no solia ser tan detallista en expresar sus sentimientos, sin embargo, esos ojos oscuros que brillaban con súplica le aguaron el corazón. 

—Maldita sea, Kylo—Naeve cerró los ojos—¿No podías decir eso antes de que me enojara tanto? Ahora me siento mal por ocultarlo. 

—Lo siento—susurró su esposo abrazándola aun cubierta con las mantas. 

—Sin embargo, te lo hubiera dicho si no actúaras como si fuera a darte un paro cardíaco cada vez que ves una gota de mi sangre.

Challenge de Escritura

01. Demostracion de amor

— tambien lo puedes leer en ao3 <3

Kylo era, sin lugar a dudas, una persona con dificultades para expresarse. Ya sea física o verbalmente, el siempre vacilaba antes de mostrar su afecto. No tenía muy en claro si eran las consecuencias por la fría relación que tuvo con su madre o por sus enseñanzas como soldado, pero no cabia duda que su corazón se atibio con la llegada de Naeva. 

Kylo quien se levantaba antes que el Sol saliera, quien extendia las expediciones para estar lejos de casa, y quien odiaba los dulces, ahora se encontraba en las tardes de la mañana comiendo masitas dulces junto alguno de los tantos tes que le gustaban a Naeva. El Sol de la mañana entibiaba la habitación, el aroma al dulce cerezo que crecía a las afueras del castillo lo hacía querer volver a dormirse. Lastimosamente, volverse a dormir atrasaría la expedición a la que Kylo debía asistir. 

—Kylo, puedes irte sin preocuparte, sabes que sé cuidarme—Naeva quien siempre estaba tranquila y tenía confianza en sus propia habilidades, no tardaba en darse cuenta que parte de la responsabilidad de su pareja era irse y acompañar a sus tropas. Sin embargo Kylo, había resultado un problema en las últimas salidas, no podía quedarse tranquilo. 

—Prométeme que no vas a salir si no estás acompañada—los mechones oscuros caían sobre la cara de su pareja sin llegar a cubrir su expresión de preocupación, el pecho de la joven se enterneció al darse cuenta y lo prometió dejando un beso de la mejilla de su esposo, quien simplemente perdio la mirada con sus orejas rojas. 

Para Kylo, mostrar su preocupación, era su forma de amar.

I FINALLY got a new chapter of my Hinata Spiderman au up!!!!! This thing is my baby my precious my life and soul…. But like it’s whatever…. You don’t even have to read it it’s nothing….

Anyway:

Hinata Shoyo gets bit by a radioactive spider. Now he must balance a double life while family, school, work, tutoring, and the mystery of his father’s past explode around him. If he has a super slow burn romance with a guy from school along the way that’s nobody’s business. (Everything is a vessel for kagehina)

Here’s the link to a fic I just updated! This one is super slow updates because it isn’t my main wip, but I still love it very much and do have a plan on how to finish it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61070581

A Touch Of The Divine

Fandom: Haikyuu

Warning Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships-

/: Kagehina

&: Iwaoi, Kageyama Iwaizumi and Oikawa

Non-character Tags: fantasy au, soulmate au, royalty au, historical, magic au, dyslexic Kageyama Tobio, misunderstandings, prophecy, fluff and angst, young love, action and adventure

Summary-

Kageyama Tobio had his life decided the moment he was born marked. With an entire kingdom depending on you there isn’t much choice. So as his destiny creeps ever closer, he resigns himself to fate. Then Hinata crashes into his life. So really, if that idiot can defy all logic and worm his way into a prophesied journey that doesn’t belong to him, was Tobio ever really as stuck as he felt?