(Author’s note: So, I was thinking about the idea of humans being like a dangerous species toward aliens. And what if, instead of the transformers coming to earth, the humans come to Cybertron, especially to kill Quintessons.)
Warnings: war, Quintessons, attempted enslavement of Earth, and humans being slightly unhinged.
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-Like (idk, maybe like in TFO) when Cybertron was getting invaded by the Quintessons, the bots are struggling to fight them off or find a way to get the upper hand. Despite their numbers and technology, the Quintessons are pretty strong.
-When they end up saving some Quintesson prisoners, the bots ask them if they knew anything that could help them fight the invaders, or if there was something the Quintessons feared. Despite doubting the possibility that the Quintessons feared anything, one of the prisoners revealed that there was one species in the galaxy the Quintessons were afraid of.
-The bots ask what this species was.
-"I can't remember the correct name, but the classification name for this species is Homo sapiens," the prisoner responded.
- The bots are confused because they’re not familiar with the word until an old, blind cybertronian who had also been a prisoner of the Quintessons says, “Humans.”
-The old cybertronian then tells the bots about humans. How, before Cybertron, the Quintesson attempted to enslave the humans' planet and nearly succeeded. Despite humanity’s flaws and technological disadvantage at the time, they were able to set their differences aside and join together to fight the Quintessons. And not only did the humans win, but they also managed to drive the Quintessons off their planet.
-From what the old cybertronian managed to hear from their cell, the humans were chaotic and unhinged, something the Quintessons had never seen before.
-Eventually, the Quintessons decided to cut their losses and leave the planet.
-But since the Quintessons' attack left the humans' planet in pretty bad shape, the humans made it their life mission to travel to the galaxy and hunt down any Quintesson they could find. This allowed fear to be instilled into the Quintessons.
-The bots doubted the human’s efficiency, especially due to how small they are. But since the Quintessons were getting the upper hand, they decided to send a signal to the humans, asking for their aid in defeating the Quintessons.
-Two days later, during one of the most violent fights yet with the Quintessons. Something fell from the sky. The bots and the Quintesson soldiers stopped and looked when these pods bulleted from the sky, crashing into Cybertron's surface. Some of the pods struck the Quintesson's ships, impeding themselves deeper into the ships' hull like nails. (kinda like helldiver style)
-Then out of these pods walked these tiny people, dressed in armor and carrying heavy weaponry. Their platings had logos, symbols, one of which was a Quintesson symbol with a red X over it.
-These people immediately began firing on the Quintessons, yelling and what sounded like laughter. Some of them even attacked the Quintesson foot soldiers with weapons, ripping them apart.
-The bots were stunned to see the Quintessons actually retreat when these people showed up. But they knew that these had to be the humans.
-One of the humans walked out of the pods, holding a shotgun over their shoulder and a translator device in front of their helmet. Then the human spoke.
-“So, which one of you clankers called for pest control?”
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Summary: the Dwarves came to the mountain a few years ago. Slaying the dragon which had taken their outpost and terrorized the human village below. With them came protection, trade, and safety. But you never expected to find a kindred soul in a forlorn Dwarf. As the seasons fold into one another, you find yourself growing with her: through conversation, mugs of tea, and shared worries. But on this winters night something far scarier than a dragon has come and decisions must be made.
Rating; T
Genre: fluff fluff fluff
Dwarrowdam oc (Sigga) x f!human reader with short hair.
Fic dedicated to @shirefantasies featuring a special guest star. Congratulations ShireFantasies, you know for what!!!!!
Thick flurries soar past frosted panes. Glazing with spiraling fractals of icy branches, the rest of the surface a gauze just like the fabric that glided between your hands. All day you spent weaving the fibers at the loom, spider webbing thread into sheets of fabric for later hands to embroider decorative motifs. Your hands had another piece of fabric to gild with decoration.
Another piece woven by your hands but sewn by another. One you had a nightly relationship with for months now, working a narrative of love emblazoned upon the surface of brown thread. A love born creation which left your fingers worn and your eyes tired. But diligent work brought the cloak to life.
Thick weather resistant fabric made upon your very loom. Your work trailing lines of embroidery, twisting thin metals, and beads laid to rest. Nestled in storied patterns upon the thick fabric. You never doubted she would understand what lay upon the surface and deeper within your gift. In such an intentional thing, memory never died. Love always lived.
With every thread you felt more of your love embedding into the fabric running below your fingers. Embedding into your soul. The thread connecting your heart to hers ran strong and deep below the mantle of soil. It dwells in holy places beneath the sun and higher climbs under the stars. As time ebbed your insecurities vanish just as snow covers autumn's leaves. There was no doubt you loved her. There was no doubt this was real.
Her absence wounds you. Her presence delights you, bringing you peace you had never known. A soft security. When gossip rises at work you turn looking for her raised brow or her eyes rolling with a chagrined expression. Only to remember that the space beside you is empty. She is within your heart and not your time.
But how the heart plays with the mind. Many lonely nights you would spend gazing upon the bare ceiling. Wishing to have her hand in yours as you each slumber. Instead you toss and turn. A ghostly impersonation of her voice whispers in your ear. Sending you and your heart to the ceiling. Nocturnal illusions fueled the cloak. You could no longer sleep without a piece of her to hold tightly in your fingers.
Nowadays your fingers ached. Ached from work and to clutch the thick hat hung by the door. Intricately knit with a beautiful stitch you'd never witnessed before. Once it fell into your palms it was a savior for those lonely evenings after your work on the cloak was done.Fond reminisce lives inside every fiber of you and every stitch of it. Spending hours running your fingers along it's ridges and grooves.
Knowing she had done the same with your hair the day she found it shorn short.
Her eyes filled with discomfort and sadness each time her fingers fell to where the rest should be. “Why?” She asked with a voice unusually ladened with emotion.
Shrugging a shoulder your hands soothingly ran along her short beard. “They pay good money for hair in the market, boarding was due.” Tilting your neck your smile turned wry, “besides, now we match. Short beard. Short hair.”
Her skeptical hum brought you pause Confidence shriveling until she spoke again.
“It suits you. I was merely surprised.” She complimented, gingerly toying with the hair at the nape of your neck. Rubbing against your scalp in soft circles. “You will never have to sell a piece of yourself for board again. This I swear to you.”
Not long after that winter and the hat entered your life.
This hat that was too big for your head. It covers your short hair in a downy cocoon. Large enough you had to roll the edges over themselves to prevent it from obscuring your vision. But that was perfectly fine because each time it did the soft smell of her flooded your nose. Reminding you of every brush of her shoulders. Each graze of your knuckles against each other as you walk. Every hug you curved into.
Burrowing down into your scarf, the cloth barely muffles a giggle. But it does the trick. Avoiding suspicion and raising brows from the other weavers mingling around you. They all gather their winter gear, blustering about their day just as the flakes build upon one another. Ignoring you. You and your too big hat.
No, not your too big hat.
Sigga’s too big hat.
Sigga’s muted teal hat upon your head burst bubbles of joy in your chest with every crunch of snow. Worn boots breaking through the crust of snow atop the banks. A hop over takes your steps closer to the beginning of the wilds.
Closer to her in the winter woods. Snow’s silence was loud in your ears, but your love was louder and brighter than blinding hills and valleys. The weight of the cloak in your arms barely registers as the snow drifts deepen, trailing off into the tress. Down deer made paths and away from the human world that bound you to labor and solitude.
The Dwarves had only come to the mountains ringing town a few years before. Ousting a dragon from their old settlement and liberating your people from terror. Despite their short time they had made life plentiful and provided abundant opportunities for everyone in the village below.
Including you. But you never would have guessed the richness Sigga brought to your heart.
Your small kettle swings from the bottom of your pack, every now and then it strikes itself with a resounding CLUNK! Echoing your heart beat and foot falls upon frozen ground. Ground that only so long ago held a terror unimaginable lurking among the brush and thick trees.
Solace now dwells where terror fell. But not many returned to the high trees and the soaring heights of stone. But thats what makes the laborous hike easier. There was no one to dodge away from or explain your presence to. Unless the deer asked or the fox screamed it was solitude incarnate.
Fatigue melts from your body the closer you come to meeting Sigga at your usual spot. A well hidden cove of rocks along the cliff face. Shielded from the elements and prying eyes.
A sanctuary for the two of you and your hidden tryst. Before this you had sheltered in the verdant pines, huddling among the ferns hidden from view. But now that fall had turned to winter the heavy pine branches covered the spot with too many needles for a fire.
In your heart the idea of that small fire buds upon a late winter branch. Sigga always looked cutest when her face was warmed with fire light, washing her face aglow. Her eyes gleaming like fireflies.
Thats what you thought she had been in the twilight woods; fire flies. Her eyes glowing orbs bobbing in the inky blue depths. Bounding off the path you had pursued those fireflies, needing a dose of childhood to fend off the gloom.
Imagine your surprise when they turned out not to be fireflies. But to be a dwarrow.
Imagine your further surprise when you lay together upon the grass weeks later. Hands entwined, her head ducking against your ear whispering your name. Your face burning and heart pounding with joy, latching tightly to her fingers. Her other hand grasped your face, beard rubbing teasing tracts along your neck and cheek. Sigga against your ear. It was there with the two of you tangled within tall grass, that she murmured your new favorite words. “Be mine?” Barely audible above insect song.
“Be my darling Sigga, and Ill never let you go.” You warned leaning against her, bringing her hand up to kiss each knuckle tenderly. Knuckles that sometimes came with a dusting of bruises. Knuckles that attached to hands which held capacity for bright things and dark deeds. Yet only showed you kindness and compassion. Something you were lacking all your life.
“You holding me prisoner?” Sighing she sounded so terse, “ a cruel horrible fate.” Her eyes hawkishly watch with a growing grin, relief brimming in her gaze. “Whatever would i do with myself?”
Freezing still her hand remained clasped in yours. Your thoughtful humming builds a litany of possibilities. What should she do with herself?
Playfully darting closer to her, your hands had rest upon her chest “You can kiss me?” You proposed watching her lips curve wider. Her heart just beneath her lashes captured in illuminated sunlight beneath the clear sky. Continuing your bold suggestions you had pressed against her. “Once a week? Everyday?”
It wasnt like you could live together. But maybe just maybe you could see each other more often?
It was worth asking. Worth bargaining for. Worth the anxiety behind being do bold.
“Kiss you?” Sigga laughed her head tilting back, “kiss you?” She repeats incredulously. Her hands slid down to settle at your waist, “ i will do more than kiss you!”
Sigga had done more than kiss you that day. Far more than kiss you. Your lips meet and your beating hearts fused. Returning the favor had been far more enjoyable than you could have imagined.
But nothing could prepare you for the peace that swallowed you within her presence. A mutual softness overcame you both like morning fog. Sigga melts around you. Like you were a fire and she was a candle. In turn you rise to meet her. Growing in courage and strength. Inspired by her in boundless ways.
A peace and warmth you had only heard through bardic tales and legends. A love you had only dreamed about when exhaustion and isolation overcame your body.
You spent nights watching the stars by your little fire. Sharing a mug of tea. Refilling it over and over-between the two of you. Passing it back and forth. A tea blend from your village one week. From her mountain the next. On and on it went.
On and on you each relax in each other's arms. Sigga's seriousness sails in and out like the clouds swirling the evening sky. Her tone wanes and brightens just like the moon's changing face.
Whenever you tease her about her selection of tea, Sigga’s nose twitches and her eyes squint upon you. Puzzling whether or not you were serious. Until you sail a grin or a wink her way only then does her smile break. Devastating your every rational thought. Her smile sheds light into the dark. Her own luminescence dwells in her heart and within her smile it shows.
Shes beautiful! Beautiful! In ways that poetry cannot touch. Beautiful in the way the moon hangs clearly in the sky, tugging on your heart in every possible way. Stringing your heartstrings and playing them like her personal harp even when you're apart.
Ahead of you the cove in the cliffs comes into view through the veil of pine branches. Dashing ahead without a care or a second thought you're about to break through when you're grabbed. Pulled back into the trees and tangled skeletons of bushes with such ease you know exactly who it is.
“Sigga!!!” You cry peeved at how tightly she was grasping your shoulders.
Her black ponytail drags over your shoulder as she leans against you. “And what if I hadn't been alone?” She asks dryly. “That would've been bad.”
Huffing your shoulders tense. “And are your brothers here?”
Terse she releases you with a simple. “No. I am alone.”
Spinning on your heel you stand straighter and quip an equally terse, “you aren't anymore.”
“Is that so?” Sigga inquires, squinting at you. Hands resting upon her hips.
“Yes! I am here!” You declare, your grin returning, you move in for a hug. Only to draw back when she crosses her arms over her chest.
Brows furrowing Sigga regards you, arms remaining firmly crossed Her dry tone announces displeasure, “no.”
“No?” You repeat with an arching brow, gazing at her without a trace of intimidation. “No what?”
“What's this?” Her finger jabs at the items in your arms. They were in her way and she didn't appreciate things in her way. Particularly where you were concerned. Head shaking her brow furrows deeper still. "No," she intones again.
“My arms are full. As always. There is nothing unusual here.” Arching a brow you study her expression and the peeved flash in her eyes. Looking between your loaded arms and her face your lips drop into a frown. “What?”
Her eyes shoot to the tree tops, then back down to you. Dark eyes needling out exactly what she wanted changed about the situation. Illuminated by the moon upon the snow you watch her lips thinning in a tight line at the amount of objects barring her way. Her fingers drum upon her arm and her eye twitches.
Realization dawns on you then and only then.. A giggle busts through your confusion. Leaning in you clarify. “You want a hug? Don't you?”
Sigga sighs heavily, her shoulders dropping. Squinting at you in the same way she did when your teasing went too far. Or when you ate the last bit of whatever food you were sharing.
“Sigga. You can just hug me. You don't need to ask.” You remark peering at her wryly. “ I think we are well past that.”
A demonstrative sigh again shakes her shoulders. Stepping forward her hands grasp the bag's straps holding them up from your form. Giving them a tug her scrutinizing scowl meets yours in a silent demand.
Obligingly you shift your shoulders sliding out of the straps. ”You don't like my pack now?”
“No.” She grouses, plucking it from your shoulders now with ease. Setting it on the ground. Chagrin set upon her statuesque features when she turns back to face you.
“Mm mm.” Looking at the gift occupying space where she wanted to be she sighs tiredly. “No.”
Rubbing her chin with her hand, she stares at you with a thoughtful hum. Scrutinizing the cloak you still clutched. Shaking her head, Sigga grabs the gift from your arms. But you don't miss how her eyes soften before she covers it up with a tactful and chiding, “no.” Gift placed reverently atop your pack she returns with a glimmer of playfulness shining in her eyes. Hands on her hips she regards you again with a tilted head.
“Yes.” Outstretching your empty arms for a hug your brows rise hopefully with your tone. Could you win the guessing game? “Yes?” The toothy grin widening on your face feels holy after spending all day mottled in tedious concentration.
Wrapping her arms around you a triumphant “yes” gushes from her lips. Her lips which tenderly kiss your head and cheek. Her cheek rubs long and firm against yours. Words weren't needed as she soaks you in.
Shivers caress your spine. Illuminating your heart with her affectionate nuzzling and warmth.
You both stand still. Melded together. Breathing each other in. Feeling the weight of your hug. Of her arms. The warmth of each other radiating through your bodies. Peace falls. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters.
Lips linger breaths away from one another. Her closing eyes remain clinging to you, hands now entwining yours. Just as your hearts weave thread after thread. Spinning dream and tale until it falls over you both. A mantle covering you from the world for in this moment nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.
Brushing your nose against hers brings a soft hum from her throat. Her thick finger runs a line down your neck, appreciating the quickening of your pulse. Your pounding heart all the more apparent when your arms latch around her neck, lingering just breaths away. She whispers your name and your heart soars. A giggle dances between the two of you. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.
“You're wearing a hat.” It's a vague observation. It's indirect. But her deepening tone and hooded eyes say it all. Possessiveness and pride mingle on her face. The heat of her breath against your skin is a subdued whisper, “I love seeing you in my clothes.”
“Want to hear a secret?” You offer holding her tighter. Not moving while she pulls the hat from your head. Her fingers trailing your hair.
“I do.”
Leaning to her ear you impart with a snicker, “I love wearing your clothes.” You had stolen another hat and a tunic from her, each was a favorite part of your wardrobe for sleep wear. A cozy cocoon just for you. Grasping her shoulders you pull yourself up. Legs latching at her waist you squeeze as tight as possible. “You're my favorite.”
“Your favorite tree?” Adjusting her grip she supports you with ease. “You climb me like one.”
“Yes my favorite tree. Though! A shrub may fit your height more accurately!” You joke peering down at her with a sly smile.
“A shrub? Can a shrub do this?” Holding you up she spins, sending you clinging on for dear life. By the third and forth rotation shes stumbling around the open ground. Laughter and crunching snow sails to the stars. Slowly she lowers your feet back upon the ground, holding you close as laughter dies. Your foreheads pressing in a gesture far more intimate than any kiss.
You adore feeling her breath fanning along your face. Cherishing the moments like this when time stood still and your mind fell silent.
Slowly your hands fall to rest upon her hips. Relishing the sharing of souls, your eyes close and remain until she speaks again.
“Where is my hello kiss from my sweet girl?” Sigga inquires her dark eyes searching your face. Wondering about her favorite greeting. The one she looked forward to most.
“It's coming. Don't be so impatient.” You murmur rubbing noses again. The tip of your nose dragging along her bridge unfolds a sigh from her lips. Even now your own breathing hitches from the anticipation of it all. ”I missed you.”
Sigga existed. Sigga mattered. More than words and thread and time; she mattered.
“ I missed you. But you're freezing aren't you? ” Shifting ever so slightly she undoes her traveling cloak, draping it around your shoulders instead. Without hesitation she bundles it around your smaller shoulders. Latching the pin in place to hold it round you.
Warmth and her scent come all at once,engulfing you with the fall of her cloak. Your eyes close savoring the sensations billowing around you. Tender care like this had been rare for you, now she tended to you with such love it made your heart soar.
Shaking her head she tsks, hand running over your hair. “When will you grow thicker hair and adapt to the cold?” At first she had missed your hair. Gazing wistfully upon it from time to time. Remembering how it had fallen before the scissors came. But as the summer wore on she began to voice her appreciation of it. Her support of your decision and compliments for how it felt on her finger tips made you the happiest you had ever been.
She liked you for you. Not for your looks or your status. She liked YOU. To this day it still made you giddy.
Turning away just as her lips lean in to capture yours, you smirk. “ I can't be cold if you're here, Sigga.” You hum enjoying how her shoulders wilt with disappointment and her lip pouts.
Sigga's needy sigh joins your giggle. Her hands tighten on your hips, murmuring against your ear. “That was rude.”
“You warm my heart, Sigga.”
“Mm? You are my heart, and-” She reminds, brushing her beard against your cheek once more, “I still haven't gotten my hello kiss.” Sigga's voice drops to a playful husk. “What must I do?” Her arms squeeze you tighter and tighter playfully crushing you. Ignoring your squealing dismay. “Where is it hiding?” She churs, squishing you against her. “Must I coax it out?”
Squeaking you squirm without result in her tight embrace. Peels of laughter billowing out with every passing second. “Ah! No! Firefly! Dont crush me!” Straining with great effort you finally slip your hands between you within her tightening embrace. Cupping her cheeks you give them a hefty squish. “You're bad!!”
Watching delightedly as her lips quirk into a smile upon her distorted face. A smile your lips overtake. The curve of your own collides in a sweet slow kiss which she deepens with a hand at your chin. Guiding your head. Brushing your cheek until you open, allowing her a taste of tongue upon her own.
Muffling your whimpers and keens with her sharp teeth and pressing lips. Her own sounds fill your ears; a private sympathy just for the two of you. What a pleasure. What an honor to hear her unraveling.
To drink the love on her lips. Taste the fondness on her tongue. Possessiveness spikes through you as your fingers card through her long black ponytail. Twirling and twisting her hair. In response a strained growl rumbles against your mouth. Sigga and her hair. Such a pair. You enjoy playing with it. Watching how the scrape of your fingers sends her into bliss. Her appreciative hums accompanied every pass of the hair brush nestled in your pack.
Pulling back she observes your face with partially closed eyes. Sighing fondly your eyes meet and mingle. Soaking one another in. But all too soon her mind turns back to your arrival. Curiosity pulls her mind away from cherishing the silence and to the cloak.
“And what did you bring with you?” She murmurs, scraping against your lips. “Is it for me?”
“Mhmm it is.” Parting from her you gather it. Surrendering it to her grateful hands. Thrilling with how she examines it. Fingers running over every stitch of embroidery and every bead. Delighting with every catch of breath and the shine of emotion in her eyes when she returns your gaze.
“This is beautiful.” Carefully she folds it and places it upon her own bag. Ensnaring you around the waist she steps close, her lips pressing a kiss upon your brow. “I could interpret this as a proposal, you know?” She confesses with a chuckle that sends fireworks through your chest.
Your hands run along her sides in slow languid tracks. “Maybe it is. Or maybe we are already married. Who is to say. We are quite unconventional aren't we?”
“Mhm and marriage is a formality. What we have is far more special.” Sigga confirms, her hands caressing your cheek with tenderness unspoken of outside of song and poem. “But if it was? I would say ‘yes’.”
Curving against her body you hold her close. “I would say ‘yes’ as well. Firefly.”
Pulling back she pries one of your hands free, raising your hand to her lips where she reverently kisses your palm. “Then it is done.” She had already spoken on her opinion of love not needing marriage. But if it was a way to appease your ‘human formalities’ then she would bend at the knee for it.
“I have married a shrub. A beautiful shrub who left their harp in the mountain I see.” You grouse scouring the ground near her pack. Her lap harp was nowhere in sight. “How will I sleep tonight without a song from my Sigga?”
“You will have to suffer with my voice alone to ease your nerves. I think you will survive, but just in case: remind me, what are your burial preferences?” Sigga deadpans before her lopsided smile breaks.
Everytime you see that smile it sends your heart leaping. Months ago she wouldn't have done it. Months ago she would have corrected her flat expressions were-“inherited from my father so it is fine.” over and over she would protest it. Over and over you would remind her it was safe for her here. For you knew the truth. It wasn't hard for you to piece out the unhappiness she held in her heart like a heavy stone.
Chuckling you run your hands over her thick biceps. “Your voice won't kill me, sweet heart, but this cold will. Let's get to the fire and start the kettle.”
“A perfect plan.” Taking back her cloak she replaces it upon her shoulders. Beckoning you to follow with a wave of her hand, “Let's get you some sleep and heat, hm? I will tend to the kettle. You tend to your eyelids.”
Following her down the path to the cove where she had a fire billowing upon the ground. There against the cliff side, she leads you to the ground where you lay against her chest. She easily gathers you up into her arms, draping the cloak around you both. Instantly you feel how warm it has become. Instantly you're cuddling into her shoulder. “Mmm, thank you firefly.” Instantly everything is better.
Pleased with the predicament she hums. Her chin rests atop your head. Eyes on the fire and the land beyond. Hands holding the cloak, and you, tightly against her in a protective hug. “Close your eyes and sleep. I will be here when you awake.”
Already sleep was taking you, drowsiness overwhelms your body within the safety of her arms. Cuddling into her embrace, your content sigh puffs into her rich red tunic. “Promise?”
She laughs low pressing kiss after kiss upon your hair. Each one a pledge of companionship. “I promise. Rest, you deserve it.”
Drifting on the edge of sleep your fingers rub against her body. Soothing yourself with the rhythm and the heat beneath your thumb. All too soon you're buried in her and sleep washes over you.
Sound stirs you from slumber. Off in the stretches of winter a dog fox screams. Eyes heavy you peek up to Sigga, uncertain if her ears had picked up anything more notorious accompanying the fox. Like, say, her brothers.
But she looks unbothered, her arm only moving above you to dole out the mellow herb's flowers into the tea pot. Your dented kettle sat within a halo of melting snow. Clouds of steam rise like phantoms into the air. Accompanying the crackling sound of flame and the steady slow beat of her heart beneath your ear. All is as it should be.
“How did you sleep?” Sigga inquires from above. Her chin resting upon your head. Still holding you nestled closely upon her chest. A nest of heat before the embers. Her cloak fabric wings wrapped round protecting you from the elements.
Mumbling sleepily you squint into the darkness surrounding the fire. Just in case. But its useless. Far beyond the scrub disappears from your vision in the purple evening air. Not a trace of anything amiss. “Much better than at home.” Shifting, your hand clutches her shoulder, pulling yourself up to sit in her lap.
Adjusting for your comfort, her hand skims up and down your back in soothing strokes. The movement pushes down all remaining traces of anxiety. Brow arching, Sigga watches your face in the warm light. “Better? Out here without your bed?”
“Better because you are here and you are my bed.” Fingers dance along the embroidery on her clothing, playing with carved buttons and meticulous stitching. Happily sighing only to breathe her in, face pressing against her chest. “ I always sleep better when you are here. I even dream of you.”
“A nightmare then? A cup of soothing chamomile will solve that.” She intones looking over the kettle and the dented tin containing the chamomile flowers. Recalling when you had first started bringing the tea to your meetings. It brings a soft fondness to her heart, easing her into the next few minutes.
Shaking your head, your finger drags up from her chest to trace along the collar of her tunic and the quickening pulse at her neck. Grounding yourself with the thump thump thump of the blood in her veins. Reveling in the life of her. “No, not a nightmare. A good dream. A fantastic one. But never as good as the time I am with you here and now.”
Now look who was being romantic. A dusting of pink covers Sigga's cheeks. Honored you would think so highly of her. “I dream of you. Often you fill my sleep.” Sigga imparts, caressing your cheek with the back of her hand.
A tint of sadness breaks through her gaze, highlighted by the yellow glow of flames. Her tone drops as she speaks, each word carefully crafted. As I'd she had been rehearsing. As if what she was saying was a script and not reality. Maybe because that's how it felt. How she wanted to reject what her voice carried into the night air. “But there is something I must discuss with you tonight that I fear may disturb your heart.”
“Sigga,” sitting up straighter you turn her face to meet you. Thumb rubbing soothing circles along her short beard. Wishing you could rub the crease of worry off her brow altogether. “What is it? You can tell me anything. What is troubling you?”
"They know about this. About you.” She pauses tugging her chin away, her face dropping to an apathetic mask. The next words emerge gravelly from the depths of her earthen soul. “About us."
Despite the warmth your blood chills. Within Sigga's grasp your heart slows. Panic replaces every hope in every hallway of your soul. A feral rabid thing listening not a moment to reason. "I can't live without you, you know that. You know that I love you.”
Searching her face, your eyes plead. Your knuckles blanche holding onto the collar of her shirt. Embroidery pressing into your palm. With each passing heart beat panic was throwing open every door- every horrible possibility and revealing them to you. Grip tightening you held fast to her. Holding on to the hope that Sigga- brilliant strategist Sigga had a plan.
A plan that kept you together.
Tremulous you stammer over words, “Sigga. Sigga, tell me what we can do? How can we remain like this? I will do anything you ask of me." If you couldn't see her again what was the point? Of anything. She was your world. Her voice and touch had woven themselves into the fabric of your being. In the tapestry of life she had become so entwined you couldn't shear her out without destroying what you had become.
What you hoped the pair of you could become.
Her hands cup your face, thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your cheeks. Wishing her words weren't the reason tears were building in your eyes. Your name falls with unusual emotion,“I know. I feel this love too.”
Long before your confessions in the shade of grasses and the chorus of insects, Sigga had known of her love for you. Had felt the gentle pull upon her heart that soon turned into a tug closer and closer. Then suddenly but at once painfully slowly did that tug turn into a sharp yank. Colliding your paths together between the meadows lace and the bristling thorns laying aside the trail beyond. Leading to your world in one direction and hers the next.
But it had been longer still before she had felt worthy of a human's love. A sacred gift inevitably cut short. But it wasn't until the night in the field did she realize the truth.
“Fireflies are sad.” Sigga had murmured from her seat in the meadow. Her eyes scan the curtain of lights shimmering all around you. Remaining still she allows them to frolicking and dance without disruption.
You hadn't been able to sit still. Capturing every one that came near, you placed each one upon Sigga's massive ponytail. Watching them clamber over beads and braids in her night black hair before finally they found the sky again. “I think, oops! That one likes you too much! It's INSIDE your hair now. I think- I think they're beautiful.” Your fingers carefully freed the firefly, allowing it rest upon your finger. The soft glow illuminated your skin again and again. “They may only live for one summer, I think? But when they are out looking for love and they light the sky? It fills me with hope.”
Your tone drops softly, reminiscent of simpler times. When love was just a fairytale and not aching in your chest like a wound. “ Hope that everyone can find love. That maybe, maybe even I can find love.”
She had studied your face under the safety of night's shadow, and caught the look of sadness. The longing was undeniable. Palatable. How could she be selfish and deny herself her feelings and you the love she held for you. Tender and open just as you helped the fireflies higher into the air where they joined the stars. “We are walking home as the fireflies look for love. “ She began quietly turning away from you, “perhaps we are not so dissimilar.”
“No,” your eyes drag along the side of her face. “ We are not.”
“But,” she began tentatively. “Fireflies die after they love. Don't they?”
“I think so. But if they do, at least they love. Even if its just once.” Your fingers fell to the ground slowly inching towards her hand. Not daring to look and see her response when your fingertips brushed.
Freezing at the touch her eyes widened for an instant and then they relaxed. “Do you think they love with all their heart?” She asks her finger inched back, pressing against the side of yours.
“I do.” You added watching her face as a finger slipped over hers.
Sigga'a eyes remain transfixed upon the night sky. Fire flies remaining in her hair pulse with light creating earthbound constellations. “Do you think they regret-”
“No.” You interrupted your hand grasping hers tightly.You didn't need to tilt your head upward to the sky to see the stars. “No fireflies do not regret loving, Sigga, and no one would regret loving you.”
And you never had a moment of regret. After that night her wings began unfolding. As if the talk of fireflies had shone light on something that haunted her. Something that feared the light of night more than the darkness of day.
After that evening her smile grew larger and her speech grew lighter each time you called her by her other name.
The name that was just for you.
“Firefly. I must stay with you. I want nothing else. I must stay until life fades from my eyes and the blood in my veins stills. Until my heart no longer beats. You are part of me. If I cannot reach out and touch you- see you in any capacity then I-” unable to finish without appropriate declaration you stop. Head ducking your palms pressed against your eyes. You couldn't cry. You shouldn't cry.
Her hands rub soothingly along your upper arms. “In and out.” She guides voice deep and still, a tone you could listen to forever without growing despondent. “In and out. That's it. Just like that.” She praises, pressing a kiss upon your hair. “Just like that.”
Breathing with intention as Sigga had shown you months ago. For when the darkness within you raised its head and came for your heart. Chamomile and Sigga fills your nose. Your tonic and balm. Your heart and soul.
Swallowing down the bitter taste of despair your head shakes. Unable to face her, your attention falls to the buttons lining her tunic. One in particular held you fast. You had sewn it back on on one of your first meetings.
Just as you had sewn the button, you had sewn yourself into Sigga's heart. Her sorrowful expression and patient silence gift you the space you need. Something she would have struggled with months ago. But just as Sigga had helped you. You had unknowingly helped her grow in spaces she hadn't considered nurturing.
Together you are two saplings growing together, racing for sunlight in the forest canopy. Together not by divine design or social arrangement. Not because of fate's weaving of cords. But because of deliberate choices you each made bringing your feet onto trails back to one another. Returning over and over again. Growing together. Pushing towards the sun.
Finally you find the strength to finish. “Then I do not know what I will do, Sigga. I will sacrifice anything just to see you. If you vanish I don't know-” her finger presses against your lips silencing you and your panic.
“I am not leaving you, not when my heart has found its home with you. I could not bear it.” Admittedly she had thought this over long ago. Settling upon a decision she hoped she wouldn't have to make. Yet here she was exhaling words she knows she cannot take back. They are chiseled in stone now.
“I am leaving the mountain.” It sounded simple enough but that was furthest from the truth than anyone could fathom.
Feeling her still beneath you, your eyes search her face finding barely restrained emotion hidden.
Her eyes shut tightly hiding further.
“Sigga.” Cupping her chin you guide her back to you. Your forehead pressing against hers in the joining of souls. “But, you would lose everything, isn't that right?” You clarify not fully knowing or understanding dwarves' relationship with outsiders.
“Mm, not exactly but that's possible.” Wrapping her arms around you, her loose hug holds you reverently still. “I am sure time will soften hearts and, perhaps, I can spin things in my favor.”
Community was so important. Family was so important. How could you come between those things? How could you be worthy of this love? “What will your brothers do without you?”
“Ha! They will fumble but they will find their footing. They are good lads, beneath all their quarreling.” Her nose rubs up and down the bridge of yours, memorizing the moment of peace. Imprisoning it in glass. Where no one can touch it. Where no one can take you or tame the emotion wild within her chest.
“Did you truly believe I would leave you? Did you think I would regret loving you? When you are my deepest dearest love. You are the reason behind so many things.” Sigga's dark eyes bury into yours with sincere intention. “ Will you join me? We can make our home away from here.” Her voice is fresh and raw as she continues her proposition against your lips. “There we can have tea inside. Every night.”
“Sigga,” Heart hammering you clutch her head and tightly squeeze. Anguish turning to hope just as a firefly unfurls it's wings, yellow bursts within casting out the darkness with every beat. Against her you add tremulously soft. “Or we can watch the stars on warm nights. We can hold hands when we fall asleep.”
Sigga nods, grinning wildly, adding her own items to your future itinerary. “ You can wear my clothes. I can brush your hair- what you choose to have of it. Take long walks together.”
Before she can add another idea, laughter bursts from your lips. Loud snorting laughter which shakes your chest. Despite your hand clapping over your mouth to stifle them your snorts indignantly echo off the rock.
Sigga pries your hand free, concern furrowing her brow.“ What is wrong? I thought you liked our walks! Or was it the hair? I can brush short hair!” Her voice grows desperate with confusion as she repeats your name over and over. Only getting laughter in response each time. “ Halwul kuylê! What did I say?!”
Loud bellowing peels of laughter peppered with tears wrack your chest. “I do! I do!” You wheeze between giggles, “I was just so scared I had lost you, firefly. That I would have to let you go so you could stay inside the mountain.”
Realization dawns with a softening expression and loosening arms. Sigga speaks your name chidingly, wiping tracking tears from your face. “My sweet girl.” Tugging you close she sighs wistfully. “ I knew this was a possible path when we sat watching the stars. I knew then. And I know now; I do not regret starting this path nor do I regret what happens after this.”
Burrowing into her arms your soul soothes like the chamomile tea wafting from the nearby pot. “You're romantic when you choose to be.”
“You cannot tell a soul. Can you and your blabbering mouth manage that?” For this to work it would have to be a secret. It would have to be fast. If anyone found out it could get messy. Emotionally.
“That you're romantic? Oh no I won't tell anyone. I'm greedy about this side of you. It's just for me.” Her snort marks your success at easing her worries. “With all seriousness, I won't say a word.” You whisper against her hair. Hands playing again with those buttons that lined her clothing. Soothing your excited nerves with the texture of them. “I promise, I won't tell a soul.”
Sigga's lips thin, narrowing eyes scrutinize the landscape beyond. Doling out hefty handfuls of skepticism with every passing second. Calling you out with a fierce dead pan.“ You who tell your woes to cats and passing butterflies? You won't tell a soul?”
Blustering your arms cross. Nostrils flaring at the pointed truth she struck you with. “ Cats and butterflies have souls! So I won't speak it! Not a word!” Cats!!! “Cats!!” Your gasp grips you and you hold Siggs at arms length. Eyes widening with distress as you realize part of your heart was missing from this dramatic and volatile plan. “My cat?!”
“Is Eggs not coming with us?” She inquires her eyes widening slightly with surprise. Knowing how much you loved Eggs the cat. Your little stray that you took in. He ate stolen chicken eggs from the farm next door earning an undignified name. A bell now hung round its neck crafted by Sigga's own hand. “You cannot leave Eggs just as I cannot leave my weaponry.”
To leave a shield and weaponry would be abandoning loyalty. It would be a blatant message to all who saw them: ‘I forget you. I will never return’. The same would be true for you if you left behind your tabby.
“I could never leave behind Eggs. Though I will have to find a way to carry him,” your mind churns with ideas for transporting the fattening cat in the winter weather. “ Will we meet here?” Plans formulating on what you would need to pack and how. Sigga's hand traces over your head soothing your rising worries.
Shaking her head, Sigga looks round the familiar and sacred spot. Even though it was miles away it was still too close. Still too risky. “No,on the road east. There's a bridge. You know of it?”
“ I do.” Confident you could find it without issue. Leaning over you pluck up the kettle shielded from the heat by the thick red cloth covering the handle. The sweet aroma of chamomile filling the air as you pour it. .
Your eyes drift to Sigga admiring her bathed in fire light, memorizing her every feature. Reverently passing the mug to her.
Gratefully she accepts and takes a sip. Eyes never leaving yours. “We meet there. Tomorrow.” She blows a line of air across the pastel yellow surface sending it skipping with ripples. All the possible repercussions sailing off into the night, carried off on wisps of steam. Carefully she tips the cup against your lips.
Taking a small sip the tea floods your throat and chest with warmth. Peace falls between you and grows with every pass of the cup. “Tomorrow? What time?” You inquire brushing your hand through the tresses of dark bangs framing her face.
“Any time. If I am not there by sunset, return the next day.” Sigga sternly instructs, filling the mug again. Not explaining anything more than necessary as usual. She knows how you worry and she takes on the worrisome things for you when she can. It was her own way of protecting you.
Watching her intently your mind builds every possible future in your heart. A village of possibilities of your heart's own design. Appreciating the next sip you take from the mug all the more. The tea all the sweeter. “And the day after and the day after and the day after and the day af-” Sigga's finger presses against your lips.
A rare wide grin replacing her grim demeanor. The shadow lifted by your bright optimism and staunch loyalty. A tender love she could never have predicted for herself. “I see your point. If I do not show after two days, wait a week and then come.”
Leaning you place a kiss upon her beard and then her cheek. Your hands cover her's upon the mug, your silent promise. “I'll come and wait for you forever. No matter what happens. I am by your side, by choice, for forever.” Paired with a smile your words warm her, easing the vestiges of anxiety lamenting her heart. Raising her back up to the sky.
Even as you parted ways that evening, neither of you was truly alone. You were always together.
By choice. For forever. You didn't need mythos to tether yourself to her. You didn't need lore or legend to find your love for her. You chose. She chose. There is nothing more sacred than that.
Beneath billowing lines of snow bright as lace your mitten clad hand slides inside Sigga's glove to further heat your hand. The bright winter sun blinded you as you trudged in her footsteps away from the bridge and into your future together. What that future held you weren't sure. But you knew exactly how many pots you could make with the container of chamomile tea heavy in your pack.
And Eggs??
Eggs made himself known the entire time. Softly meowing from within Sigga's cloak where he was bundled up like the infant he was.
I love true crime, call it an obsession or a hyper fixation. But may I request a one-shot Ft Modern-day Human! Alastor x Reader, where the couple have lived happily together for a while ( is even engaged), and the two are on the couch, snuggled up, and their favorite show is interrupted by the news late one night. Like a breaking news broadcast of a string of multiple murders of criminals, drug dealers, and rapists that have occurred in the city comes on.
Maybe the reader notices Al gets really tense and they ask whats wrong and he passes them off gets up and just goes to bed without a word. Meanwhile days pass and the reader notices Alastor is on edge, maybe not showing up to his job, calling out constantly, not planning their wedding, coming home super late, maybe she finds some bloody clothing in the laundry- just weird things yknow (just a lot of off putting things they've just started to notice)?
They confront him when he comes home at a stupidly late hour of the night demanding answers of why he's acting so strange, if he doesn't tell them they're basically going to take off their ring and leave him then and there.. and he just breaks down emotionally to the reader?
I dunno /) . (\ throw all the Angst and Fluff you'd like to. I just love this idea lol.
Pssst! What does Ft mean?
As The World Caves In
Human Alastor X Human Reader Oneshot
Warning! ⚠
⚠ using she/they for reader, food, tw mentions of rape, murder, dismemberment, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, blood, all caps for really angry shouting dialogue ⚠
~
You met Alastor during college.
He was majoring in communications and journalism for radio/television broadcasting. The building was right next to the one you had your classes in.
One day you both happened to bump into each other and just clicked. Not a day after was it boring, both of you causing slight chaos by telling cringey jokes and being weird.
It was nice though, having someone to be weird with you.
He liked your weirdness and you liked his.
Then one day he asked you a strange question.
"What would you say to someone who asked for your hand?"
"It depends on who's asking.", you reply. "Oh, and if you like it put a ring on it.", you finish, holding your left hand out as if waiting for someone to do just that.
"Hmm..", he hummed and held your hand as if examining it. "Ok."
Bringing a ring out of nowhere, he places it on your finger and nods with a look of satisfaction. Meanwhile you look at him with your jaw dropped.
Alastor just smiles at you.
"I put a ring on it."
"Geez, take me on a date first!"
❇
"We did it!", you cheer after both of you cleaned most of the apartment and did laundry.
"Finally!", Alastor said and dramatically sat down on the couch, acting faint. "Now we rest."
"Want to order take-out?", you asked sitting down next to him.
"Don't we still have yesterday's leftovers?", he says and pulls you close by the waist, placing a kiss on your cheek. "I could heat it up."
"That sounds divine.", you smile, also giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'll get things set up here while you get our food?"
"Sounds like a perfectly good plan.", he agrees with a nod and gives you one more peck before standing up. "Don't miss me too much darling~!"
He jokes while walking to the kitchen.
"Too late.", you respond and turn on the t.v. with the vox-b remote.
There's a chuckle from behind you as you flick through channels, looking for your show. After what felt like a long scroll down, you finally find the discovery channel. With a grin you click on it and wait for the show to start up with the end of "How Its Done."
"Almost Got Away is going to start after a commercial!", you tell your fiancé.
Its been a few years since that day. You still couldn't believe that it happened but the proof sat on your finger, and it was also archived on your Instu story.
The food doesn't take long to heat up and Alastor returns with two bowls of beans with sausage and rice, with a little bit of spice.
[can be seen as frijoles charros or cajun beans]
Both of you get comfortable on the couch, eating and occasionally talking about wedding plans, remembering to get drinks and taking a quick trip to the kitchen to get them from the fridge.
Just as you got comfortable again and the episode was starting, a flash of red and blue appears on the screen with bold letters.
"Breaking News!"
Two news anchors sit at a big blue table. One holding papers as the camera zooms in on them.
"Katie Prig and Tom Fosse bringing you some breaking news!", the woman, Katie starts. "There have been a number of crimes recently. About a forty-eight percent increase."
Tom chimes in. "A total of three missing persons have been found dead in the forest. Police say that the victims were female. Beaten and raped, before being killed and left in the woods."
"We are waiting to hear from police if any more bodies have been found.", Katie interrupts. "Let's check in with Mike."
Live feed is shown of a police cars parked at the start of the woods that has caution tape wrapped at the trail entrance, with k-9 dogs sniffing around. The camera zooms out, revealing a man in a blue jacket, with a news mic.
"I'm here on the south side of the city and its only been an hour of searching, the police have said there might be more bodies. One of the victim's bodies was found cut open and slightly dismembered.", he sniffs and moves his finger to wipe his nose.
From how close you two are sitting, you can feel Alastor tense up slightly as the corner of the man's lip on the screen turns upwards, its mostly covered by his hand and its gone within a second. The man goes back to a neutral expression.
"As you can tell the temperatures are dropping and since it'll rain tonight the officers are trying to cover as much ground as they can before any evidence is washed away."
A few dogs start to bark and the camera focuses on the k-9s and police officers running.
"Looks like there's a lead.", Mike says. "I'll send it back to you and Tom, Katie. We'll keep you updated."
When the screen switches back to the show, Alastor puts his bowl on the coffee table in front of the couch.
He's really quiet.
You look over at him and notice a frown starting to form on his face.
"Al?", you place a hand on his shoulder, effectively snapping him out of his thoughts as he turns to face you. "You ok? What's wrong?"
"Nothing Love.", he smiles, grabbing your hand off his shoulder and placing a kiss on your knuckles, just above the ring. "I just lost my apatite is all."
You nod in understanding and set down your bowl as well. "Wanna head to bed early then? I'll clean up, don't worry."
"Yes, thank you.", he agrees, letting go of your hand and stands up. "I'll get the bed ready.", he says before placing a kiss on your forehead and walking to the bedroom.
Cleaning up is quick, and you wash the dishes. Leaving the bowls on the drying rack before turning off the kitchen light and making your way to the room.
Alastor is already in bed when you walk in. After changing into comfortable sleep wear, you get in bed and turn off the lamp on your nightstand.
"Good night.", you say but don't hear anything back.
Assuming that he already fell asleep, you lay on your side and doze off.
.
A week passes and Alastor has been acting a little strange, but everytime you ask he just brushes you off with an "I'm fine."
You start to worry when he begins coming home late.
"Does the station really need you till 10 p.m. today?", you ask.
"I'm helping out a coworker with moving boxes and supplies.", he explains while getting his keys. "Don't worry, I'll call you if I leave early."
"Ok.", you say and follow him as he gets to the door. "Drive safe."
He smiles and gives you a peck.
"Don't stay up late for me. Lock the door and windows.", he says and walks out into the hallway. "Can't be too safe."
"I have a shift tomorrow around six in the evening.", you remind him, but see that he pauses.
"Darling..", he says with furrowed brows. "With all the crime going on, can you ask for earlier shifts?"
Now its your turn to smile.
"I can take care of myself. After all, I have Mr. Stabbington.", you say picking up a sharp pair of scissors and he frowns. "But if it makes you feel better knowing that I'm not out at night, then I'll ask for earlier shifts."
He grins.
"Ok now go! Or you'll be late!", you poke at him with your fingers and wave as he leaves.
Its not long till you're washing clothes that you spot what looks like a smeared blood stain on a pair of his pants.
"What the?", you say confused and try to remember if your fiancé got any recent wounds.
You set the pants aside for proper cleaning and continue to put the rest of the load in the washing machine.
A few days later after work, you get a call from the station Alastor works at.
"Hello?", you answer the phone, thinking Al is calling wanting an opinion on dinner or for something he forgot.
"Hi! I'm James, a coworker of Alastor's. I was calling to see if he is sick or something?", the man over the phone says.
"Sick?", you ask confused, walking up to your apartment building and going inside the building.
"Yeah, he didn't come in today and isn't picking up. The boss is kinda pissed. Is he alright?"
"He left early this morning..", you mumble quietly to yourself and wave to the security guard, making your way to the metal door and punching in the code to unlock it.
"Oh! He had a fever this morning but its going down now.", you say a quick lie.
"Ok, thanks for letting me know! Take care!", James says before saying bye.
You hang up and there's a sinking pit forming at the bottom of your stomach.
Why would Alastor skip work?
That feeling didn't go away and you started to have trouble sleeping.
When a scheduled wedding plan day came up, you got excited.
Flowers and colors were already picked out, today was supposed to be food. As you got the laptop open and notebooks set out, Alastor was dressed as if he was heading out.
"Were we going somewhere today?", you ask confused.
"We?", he says also confused.
"Yeah, its planning day Red.", you say smiling and walk over to him. "Remember its the food this time?"
A flash of realization crosses his face as he turns to look at the calendar on the wall nearby the kitchen.
"Oh."
Your smile goes away after noticing that he looks conflicted.
"Let me guess, you forgot and made plans.."
"I'm sorry. I was going to visit my mother.", he says with a slightly guilty tone.
A sigh escapes from your lips.
"Its ok. Go visit her and take some flowers.", you give a small smile. "Need any cleaning rags for the headstone?"
"No. I've got some in the car.", he says and pulls you into a hug. "Thank you darling."
He leaves soon after.
The thing you find odd is that he doesn't send you a picture of the cleaned headstone with fresh flowers like he usually does.
Weeks pass by and Alastor has been leaving work early or not going at all. Then arriving home late, lying to you about "his day at work" and now taking over washing the clothes after you asked about the red stains.
That sinking feeling gets worse, and now there's a burning sensation on your chest to accompany it. An aching in your heart.
One night you decide to wait with coffee.
Its late.
Hours have passed and the coffee has gone cold, both in the cup and in the coffee maker.
Sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, staring into the coffee as you waited. The cup is half empty, and over time your gaze shifted over to your ring.
As you put the cup on the coffee table, you hear keys unlocking the door.
Taking a quick look at the time, you see that its three in the morning. Laying down, you pretend to sleep on the couch, pulling the blanket up to hide your mouth.
❇
Alastor was exhausted.
Keeping up with the news, working at the station, doing research, visiting the crime scene areas once they were opened to the public again, and lying to his fiancé.
He felt terrible.
They were so excited about the planning but he had to turn it down every time.
That murdering rapist and other scum were still on the loose in the city. He had got three, but still needed to get the one from the news.
He had to make sure she would be safe. They loved talking walks in those same woods. The smiles that she would show him every time they looked up at the trees, seeing the sunlight kiss their face. Looking like glowing freckles.
He had to.
Opening the door, he walked into the apartment quietly and closed it as soon as he could. Making sure to lock it and put up the door stopper.
After hanging up his jacket, he sees them asleep on the couch. As quietly as possible, he sets his keys down on the entry way table before taking off his shoes and making his way over to them.
He sighs, seeing the cup of coffee on the coffee table. "I told you not to wait for me.", he mumbles, kneeling down and goes to pick her up.
"Its 3 a.m."
Alastor flinches back, surprised that she was awake.
They sit up and look at him with such a sad gaze, the blanket slides off and pools around their lap.
"Why are you out so late?", they ask.
"Work at the station has been hectic-", he tries but she interrupts. "I've been getting calls from your coworkers saying you've been skipping work or asking why you left early."
Shit.
"Try again.", they're glaring at him now.
"I've been visiting-", he tries to come up with another excuse.
"DON'T USE YOUR DEAD MOTHER AS AN EXCUSE!", they snap and stand up from the couch. "Why are you lying to me!?"
"Darling please-", Alastor stands up as well and reaches out for their hand.
"No, don't touch me.", she backs away, crossing her arms.
A look of hurt crosses both of their faces.
"Why are you lying to me?", they ask softly.
The dim lighting in the room helps him see a small glint of light reflecting off of the tears staring to form at the corner of their eyes.
"You've been acting strange for a while now, you're coming home ridiculously late, lying to my face about work, and I know you're not visiting your mother!", their voice rises as they continue, the tears start streaming down their face. "You would have sent me pictures of her headstone like you always do when you're done cleaning it! And then I find red stains on your clothes!", she hiccups.
He calls out their name and tries to reach out to them again but they step back and shake their head side to side as to say no.
It hurts to see them crying.
"We..we had a conversation. If any of us found someone new, we would tell each other before anything happened. So no one got hurt and so we could have time to accept and adjust."
"My love, that's not what's going on. I promise!", he quickly denies what they are implying.
"Then what is going on!?", she shouts. "If its not that then what!?"
Alastor looks down at the floor, wondering if he should tell her or not.
Would they still love me after knowing? Will they leave? Would they hate me? Would they see me a s a monster? I did it for them..
The rooms becomes quiet.
She sighs, causing him to look up at her for the sudden noise.
"If you can't tell me, I'm going to walk out. Right now.", she says and goes to take off the ring.
He freezes.
No. No no no no no!
"Wait, please-!", he rushes up to place his hands over hers to stop her. "Don't do that, please. I love you! I love you!"
They are still trying, pushing his hands away and crying.
In a panic, he tells her. "I've been going after criminals!"
"What?"
He didn't know when he closed his eyes, but they were shut tight and it hurt a little bit. Seeking some sort of comfort, he held their hands closer to his chest.
A feeling that he hasn't felt in a long time settled in his stomach.
Fear.
He was scared.
"Remember the breaking news from a month ago?", he says, but they don't speak, likely waiting for him to continue. "I've been going after the murderers and rapists. A few others as well."
"Is that why you've been out late? And lying about work?", they ask. "What about the red stains? Have you been getting hurt?"
"No. I'm not getting hurt.", he reassures them, resting his forehead against theirs. "Its..not mine."
Finally opening his eyes, he sees that they are slowly putting things together.
"You've been killing?"
In that moment he breaks.
Legs giving out, now kneeling on the floor as he wraps his arms around their waist, hiding his face against their stomach.
"I did it for you!", he sobs. "I couldn't bear the though of losing you!"
The beating of his heart is frantic. It feels as if it'll burst at any minute. He doesn't notice that they've placed their hands on him, one on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head.
"You love taking walks in those woods, what if one of them got you? I'm terrified of getting a call from the police station and they say that you've been the latest victim! I had to do something, those damn pigs barely get the job done.", he rushes out, gasping a bit as he takes in some air.
Their breathing is the only thing they hear from each other.
"We're supposed to get married soon.", he finishes off quietly.
Feeling her start to move away, he begins apologizing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't leave me, please!"
Instead of leaving, they kneel down with him and hold his face in their hands, shushing him softly to calm him down.
"Alastor. I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving.", they whisper, using their thumbs to wipe away his tears. "Come on, stop crying honey."
It takes a moment for him to calm down and she pulls him into a hug.
"Thank you for telling me."
"You're not scared? Disgusted?", he asks, holding onto them tightly.
"I could never find you disgusting. Yes, its a little scary but you're doing more justice than the system.", they say and pull back slightly, giving him a small smile. "I'll always be on your side, even as the world caves in."
I don't deserve you.
He thinks as he stares at them in awe.
"I love you."
Finding his voice again, he quickly repeats what they've said.
"I love you. I love you, I love you.", he kisses them again and again, holding them closer. "I love you."
Alastor is so happy.
They didn't leave, they still love him, they aren't disgusted.
He's so relieved.
"You still need to make up for making me feel like shit though.", she says, causing him to chuckle.
"I'll make up for it, I promise."
Alastor really would do anything for them.
Even set the world on fire.
~
I heard the song during shuffle play and it was perfect for the title.
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So, this is a true one-shot. This is NOT a lie. I got into an accident this morning. I woke up normally like every other human but when I wanted to move my head, I felt a massive intense pain at the back of my neck and head area. When I stood up, I felt dizzy. I moved a bit but it got so worse that I wanted to lay back down. But I collapsed and my face made contact with the floor. Luckily not hard but I did get a bloody nose. I felt very hot and was pale. But this all stopped when I laid down and slept a bit. My grandmother called my mom and she arrived s fast she can. The ambulance was called and they took me to the hospital. They checked my health and I was allowed to go. I also bit my lip a little bit hard so it's swollen when I fell. I wear a case around my neck and have to take it easy. This all happened on July 16th.
This continues after You're No Alone and Author! Check them out!
Author: one-shot where I became a self-published author on July 10th.
You're Not Alone: on February 5th, my grandfather passed away.
The alarm clock went off through Y/N's phone. She groaned and reached to put it off. Just as she wanted to move her head, she felt an intense massive pain at the back of her neck and head area. The pain was so intense and aggressive that it paralyzed Y/N to move. She nearly cried because it was very painful! But she managed to push the tears down. She moved her head very carefully. She then managed to stand up but she felt extremely dizzy and hot. She even was pale! Just as she grabbed her things like her phone, the charger, her wristwatch, and her headphones, it got far worse. She wanted to lay down again. She really tried to reach the bed but then... she collapsed. Her face made contact with the ground. It wasn't luckily hard, but she, either way, felt her nose drip out blood. She bit her lip a little bit hard that it will be sure swollen later. She even felt hot! Due to collapsing, she dropped her stuff, creating noises.
There were fast footsteps heard and the door of her bedroom opened. It was her grandmother. The poor woman looked panicked once she saw her granddaughter laying on the floor. "N/N, are you ok?" She immediately helped her up and made sure that she laid down on the bed.
"I f-feel weak."
The grandmother then saw blood drops on the floor, the carpet. She picked up her granddaughter's stuff that was dropped and laid them on the table. "I'll call your mother and clean the blood. Oh my god..." She immediately left the bedroom to call Y/N's mother and once it was done, she started cleaning to get the blood off. Once it was done, she sat down on Y/N's bed and kept an eye on her.
There were noises heard since Y/N's granny lived in an apartment. There was an elevator. Y/N heard the elevator clearly and it stopped on the floor where Y/N's granny lived. The doors opened and she entered the place. She immediately entered the bedroom. Her eyes widened when she saw her daughter in a weak state. "What happened?"
"I-I don't know. She collapsed on the ground. She has a high temperature."
That's when Y/N heard that her mother will call the ambulance. Oh no... Please no needles! Y/N didn't have enough strength to respond she took small naps until the ambulance arrived. It was two grown-up adult males. They were friendly. At that time, Y/N managed to sit up on her bed, her feet touching the carpet floor. She explained everything to the men while her family watched worriedly. They checked her blood pressure and her temperature. Like this one thing where you put your finger in. Y/N's temperature went down back to normal quite fast and she even stood up! She even moved and she felt no dizziness! Huh, looks like her body took the action quickly. Y/N wanted not to get tested but her mother wanted her to. God... She's an overprotective mother since she's single and loved her child dearly.
Y/N's grandmother helped her granddaughter to actually put her pants on before the ambulance arrived. She carefully stood up while the men made sure that she didn't collapse again. Y/N's mother packed like Y/N's phone, wallet, and the book she published. She had to wait for a few days to finally hold her book in her hands. What's stupid was that she had to pay for her own book instead of getting it for free since she's the author after all. The world was so stupid sometimes...
For the first time in her whole life, she rode in an ambulance car. One man was driving while the other was with Y/N, writing important information of Y/N's mother's card ID. Y/N herself was 17, almost 18. Let's just say that the accident happened on the day when her mother was supposed to come over and hand her daughter the book. It was honestly a very sad day for Y/N... She was excited to hold her book in her hands but look t that... a freaking accident.
The ambulance finally arrived at the hospital and Y/N was checked this time by a nurse. Everything went fine. The doctor came to check on her and Y/N explained everything. The doctor explained that the pain might be caused due to sleeping positions or other reasons. And the attack of dizziness, it could be caused by stress.
"Ever since my father's passing, she had a very hard time accepting that he's not here anymore. I see her constantly trapped with her feelings and emotions. She might have possible autism but it's not sure yet because the tests didn't happen yet. She even confessed that she wanted to commit suicide by taking pills. We are going to a psychiatrist but it doesn't help sometimes." When Y/N looked at her mother, she had a sad and soft look.
The doctor looked shocked by Y/N's mother's story. He couldn't help but feel sad for the teenage girl. She suffered a lot and still does. No one deserved to go through this, especially a kid. He looked to Y/N's mother and told her that it's better to continue to go to a psychiatrist. That's when Y/N was finally letten go with her mother. But however, before they can ride fully home, she heard her mother make an appointment with the doctor for a blood test. Oh, come on!
Later~
Optimus heard the news of what had happened. He got very worried when he heard that Y/N fainted. In his processor, he knew that it could be from the stress. Ever since her grandfather's passing, she never got better. She would cry for days, she didn't eat for 3 days which caused her to feel dizziness and headaches. She nearly landed in the hospital because of this. She started having trouble with her emotions and feelings. Not only that, but 2 months later after Y/N's grandfather's passing, her mother had a discussion with her, and guess what she found out, Y/N's other grandfather passed away on December 23th! Y/N never met her other grandfather before. She never saw him but she did saw how he looked from photos. His death was kept a secret for 2 FREAKING MONTHS! Y/N's father went to live in England with his new 'family'. Y/N's father did everything, especially paying the bills but he found out that his girlfriend had enough money to actually pay the bills! She lied the entire time! Y/N's father quickly broke up with her so he lived alone now. Y/N remembered the day very well when she heard the news that her other grandfather passed away in December. She cried. Yes, she may have never met him but she's sad that she lost someone that she could never meet. She wanted always to meet him! But he mysteriously disappeared after Y/N's parent's wedding day! Y/N had so many questions at that time. Had he ever heard of her? Did he know that he had a granddaughter? And many other questions. Y/N was right to be mad at her family. She was furious for days and there's still anger in her, she just doesn't show it. She rather keeps it hidden.
On the 3rd of July, just as summer vacation began, Y/N traveled to Poland with her mother. Since her grandfather passed away in Poland, both mother and daughter had difficulties traveling. Corona was still out there and the airports were controlling the passengers. You need to have important documents and proof that you are fully vaccinated or negative. Y/N was not vaccinated so she had to the test and let me tell you, it was disgusting! You know, the long thick thin stick in your nose to get the cells? Y/N's mother was also not vaccinated so she had to do the test as well. On the 4th of July; she went to visit her grandfather's grave. It was so painful... Y/N's mother believed that it would ease the pain, but she was so wrong, it didn't ease at all! Y/N wanted badly to talk to her grandfather alone but her two aunts and her mother stood close by. She didn't get privacy at all. She was mad. Y/N refused to eat for hours as well. But eventually, she came to eat when it was time for dinner.
2 days later, she returned back to the cemetery. She was alone this time with her mom. She had one minute of silence with her mother and FINALLY, Y/N got the privacy she needed. She must have at least talked for 1 hour to her grandfather's grave because she spoke a lot. She was thankful that her mom understood her. She said at the end her goodbyes and wanted to hug his grave, but she felt ashamed, shy, and embarrassed so she only touched the cross and cried. She cried the whole time.
At that time, Y/N was fighting was depression for months now. It was not easy due to the loss of a loved one instead of an animal. She missed of course her pet friends she lost, but with people was very different. When you lose someone for the first time, it's so painful. It can take a long time to get over with or part pain will stay forever inside of you. Depression cannot be 'cured' but you can control it with your power. It's not easy and it can be stressful, exhausting, and painful as well. Pain can be felt in your heart. What's one of the most important things to NOT ever do to a depressed person was yelling. It happened to Y/N. Her aunt, or her second mother, who lived in Poland, texted her and asked how she was doing. Y/N responded that she's fine. But she also told also that texted if she doesn't get better because of her possible autism or mental illnesses, then she will not go to work. But what Y/N's second mother send next, made Y/N mad. She responded like she doesn't have mental illnesses and that she needed only more explanation. Seriously? That made Y/N cry! Why was she reacting fast? Why was she quickly angry? Why was she having bad days? Why was she losing interest in her activities sometimes? Why had she dark thoughts? Why would she cry a lot? Why was she having trouble with emotions and feelings? Think about other symptoms. Those were clear signs of depression. According to an American's website where the experts knew everything about the loss of a loved one and what can happen further in the future if you don't get better in like 5-6 months after you lost someone, the chances were high that you had depression but it's important to go to a doctor where it helps you and asked questions. It's important, to tell the truth. once it was done, the doctor will finally give you the diagnoses that you were waiting for what's happening inside of you.
Y/N had to wait sadly. Still waiting. It can take up to almost 1 year or 2 to meet the doctor where the diagnoses can be finally revealed. She had possible autism as well. It was very possible Asperger's Syndrome. It's autism where people have difficulties communicating with other people but also having trouble understanding. The person can talk very well but sometimes can be quiet as a mouse too. People who have it were very unique. They even don't like to be touched all the time and don't like to make eye contact. Y/N's grandmother was the first one to notice the symptoms and told her daughter, Y/N's mother, to bring her to the doctor but Y/N's mother didn't notice anything until finally years later when her father passed away. So, they're on the waiting list. I mean, they had to be.
But anyway, Y/N's mother caught her daughter crying after she was done chatting with her second mother. Sometimes, Y/N doesn't want to talk about why she's crying but she's sometimes being pushed a little bit too hard which was not smart at all. When Y/N explained why, let's just say that later, Y/N's own mother, started to yell at her. Yes, Y/N had been fighting for months but seriously? Y/N wanted to scream and fight back but she couldn't! But when the fight was finally done, Y/N's heart was full of pain and felt hopeless as well. Y/N's mother should have never yelled at her! The results will be only crying! Sometimes, it can give results of an attack or worse...
Later~
Y/N walked carefully while not wearing a cervical collar around her neck. The doctor said that she didn't have to wear it all the time and recommended to at least sometimes move carefully her neck. Y/N felt pain sometimes but it's healing. She couldn't laugh hard, not yawn widely, etc. It was so annoying! She still couldn't forget her mother's yelling inside her head and those memories will probably haunt her. She already got her first corona vaccine and tomorrow, she needed to take a blood test because ever since the accident, her health was getting suspicious. Y/N decided to confront her mother at the doctor tomorrow and teach her a lesson that yelling at a depressed person was not smart at all. Now that she's a self-published author, she's busy writing about her life to inspire and teach others. Her mother needed to learn too.
"Sweetspark, when I heard about your accident, I was very worried," Optimus said, who randomly appeared behind her.
Y/N turned around fully to let her neck heal. "I am fine now. Just giving my neck time to heal. Sorry about worrying you..." She felt ashamed.
Optimus wrapped her arms around her waist, causing her to relax and lean gently against him. "Please remember that you're not alone, sweetspark. We all are here to help you. What your carrier did was not smart but I am proud of you that you'll confront her about it."
Y/N only hummed and couldn't help but smile when she felt him leaving soft kisses where she felt pain at her neck and head area. She giggled and Optimus smiled.
P.S. when Y/N became an author, only her second ex, her family, and her followers on Wattpad congratulated her. None of her friends did. Do you consider this disrespectful rude or heartless?
Yes, readers. Every detail left there is all the truth, including the yelling as well. I got the first shot of the corona vaccine and I feel still small pain but it's not bad luckily like the HPV vaccine I got once. So painfully... But my mother feared that soon the entire country will force everyone to get vaccinated, except kids under 12. Sorry to disappoint you all about the shot... The part at the end of my friends not congratulating me is also the truth :(. Darn blood test tomorrow! I have a phobia of needles...
Kissing Day~ Bay! Optimus x Human! Reader *SPECIAL*
Plot: Optimus saw Shane and Tessa kissing a lot and he found out that it's National Kiss Day. He asked his human charge, Y/N, about it. It's a surprise ;).
So, National Kiss Day is celebrated on July 6st for many couples in the world, especially in America. I created this one-shot before I traveled to Poland. I decided to publish this on July 6st so that you all can get some kisses from Prime himself *wink*. Happy National Kiss Day, everyone!
Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.
Lower armour:
Skirt plates
Aft plate / Skid plate
Thigh guard
Ankle guard
General/Internal components:
Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.
Veins: Fual lines
Stomach: Tanks
Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.
Heart: Spark
Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark
T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.
Bonus:
Penis: Spike
Vagina: Valve
Body: Frame
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Optimus noticed something strange today. He was once outside of the supermarket and saw like many couples kissing day and giving sometimes gifts. It wasn't February 14th today, which was Valentine's Day. No, today was July 6th. Was there a special day on that data? Optimus asked himself questions now.
Just then, Cade walked outside of the supermarket with white bags. He opened the passenger door and put the bags in while he closed it and went to the driver's door. He opened it, stepped inside, and closed it himself since Optimus can't do that by himself or else he'll catch attention from strangers around him. And he didn't want that at all. KSI was already gone and Lockdown as well, but ever since that brutal experience, he felt uncomfortable around strange humans he didn't know.
"Cade?"
"Yes, Optimus?" Cade had his hands on the wheel so that he's pretending to drive, not to catch attention at all. But in reality, Optimus was driving.
"I noticed humans kissing and some exchanging gifts. I read that February 14th is Valentine,s Day, a special holiday for humans. But today is July 6th. Is there perhaps a special day?"
Cade couldn't help but chuckle when Optimus was finished telling what was in his processor. Yes, it wasn't February 14th, but July 6st. "Optimus, it's National Kiss Day, a day for couples to kiss and sometimes exchange gifts. A lot of people here like that day. It is kinda like Valentine's Day but not completely."
Optimus thought in his helm. So, National Kiss Day, huh? He was together with his sparkmate, Y/N. They've been together after the battle was over that all happened in China. He managed to kill Lockdown and KSI was gone as well. Enough with bad humans roaming around. This planet needed good humans. "So, humans kiss on that day?"
"Yes, but people kiss every day Optimus. But they kiss on special days and holidays too."
Optimus had something in his processor...
Later~
Y/N was at the barn that belonged to Cade, spending time with her big and handsome boyfriend, Optimus Prime. She couldn't help but fell in love with him. He was just handsome, tall, had calm gentle blue optics, and especially had a deep voice that belonged to Peter Cullen. She was just relaxing on his lap since he used his bipedal holoform. Prime had his servos on her waist, gently rubbing her as well. Y/N sighed relaxed.
"Sweetspark?"
"Yes, Oppy?"
She then didn't hear anything. She figured that he's nervous or tried to find correct words so she gave him time. But when she still didn't hear anything from him, she got worried and looked up at him. She yelped once Optimus kissed her suddenly. The human girl soon relaxed into the kiss and kissed him back. They pulled away from the kiss.
"What's the kiss for?" She giggled.
Optimus blushed a bit. "I found out what you humans call 'National Kiss Day' and I want to give you kisses."
Y/N couldn't help but giggle and let out an "Aww". How did he found out about that day? She'll ask him later. Right now, they had a lot of kisses to exchange.
Bonus~
"Optimus, be honest with me. How did you found out about that day?"
Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.
Lower armour:
Skirt plates
Aft plate / Skid plate
Thigh guard
Ankle guard
General/Internal components:
Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.
Veins: Fual lines
Stomach: Tanks
Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from overheating.
Heart: Spark
Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark
T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.
Bonus:
Penis: Spike
Vagina: Valve
Body: Frame
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"Alright! I can't wait to start this sleepover!" Miko shouted with an excited and happy smile on her face.
The girl was wearing a rockish onesie pajama-style tonight. Why? Because she and her friends, Y/N, Raf, and Jack decided to have a sleepover at the Autobots base. It was all her idea and Optimus gave the permission. Ratchet, the grumpy doctor medic, went quickly to recharge before he'll hear screaming. Lol. He clearly hates to be disturbed, especially by Miko.
Raf wears a onesie pajama for boys that had a theme of technology. It honestly suits him 100%! Consider it since he's extremely smart about computers. Jack was just wearing a normal one with the theme of motorcycles since Arcee was his guardian.
And let's go to the wonderful Y/N. She wears a cute and very soft grey onesie that has stars.
(Feel free to imagine something else in your head.)
Y/N loves this kind of pajamas. She only wears them when she felt cold. After all, onesie pajamas were kind of like blankets. But she's been wondering about one thing: do Autobots know what onesies are?
"Hey, Y/N! I like your onesie!" Miko exclaimed with a smile.
Y/N smiled and said a quick thank you to the teenage girl. They had their room to have a sleepover thanks to Optimus. Sleeping mattresses were laid on the floor so that the humans can sleep comfortably. Y/N and others brought their sleeping bags so they had at least blankets, even though they're wearing onesies.
"So, what do you guys want to do first?" Miko asked.
The others told their ideas about what to do and eventually, all of them agreed to watch a movie. There's a TV here too. They went through some movies they brought and they decided to watch F/M. During the movie, Optimus suddenly entered the room, causing the kids to look up at him.
"Hey, Prime!"
"Hello. I decided to see how you all are doing," Optimus responded with his usual deep leader voice.
"Well, we're just watching a movie, then we'll go to sleep," Y/N responded with a smile.
Optimus then finally took a look at his secret human crush. Yes, he's crushing on the gorgeous Y/N. Basically ever since day one. He couldn't help but be interested in what kind of pajamas Y/N was wearing. He never saw those things before. He only saw normal ones like long sleeves and short ones. But this was new to him!
"Something wrong, Optimus?" Y/N asked when she noticed him staring at her. She's secretly blushing.
Miko snickered and left the room, dragging Jack and Raf with her, to give Optimus and Y/N privacy. She exactly knows what's going on.
"I couldn't help but notice a new pair of nightclothes, Y/N."
Y/N couldn't but let out a snort and a chuckle. "Oh, really? Well, my dear Prime, what you're seeing is what we call a onesie. It's basically like a blanket for us. What I'm wearing is really soft and comfortable."
Optimus became more interested. But then one question came into his processor. How would it feel to cuddle with it? He decided to test it out. He used his bipedal holoform and was now small, close to Y/N's height. The girl looks shocked.
"I n-never knew you can do this."
Optimus showed only a ghost smile on his faceplate, causing Y/N to look soft. She didn't want to see the widely known ghosty smile, she wanted to see a REAL smile! The girl stood up while the movie was still playing and watched how Optimus walked towards her. He honestly looks like a knight in shining armor. This caused Y/N's heart to beat fast and especially blush. She badly wanted to kiss him hard.
In the background, the kids were watching and the movie was a romance c&aroon, where the main characters finally kiss each other. When Optimus finally stopped in front of her, they stared at each other deeply into the eyes. Y/N felt into the blue ones where it's like you stare at the ocean. Optimus felt lost in Y/N's beautiful E/C eyes that remind him of (choice).
Both of them slowly leaned in until they finally kissed! Optimus laid his servos on her hips while Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck cables. The kids immediately left since it's like they're watching a mature movie. When the deep kiss ended, they stared at each other lovely and they both laid carefully on the mattress. Optimus pulled Y/N close and he, the might leader, started to suddenly snuggle. He couldn't help but purr by how soft and comfy it feels, feeling the contact with the soft onesie pajama.
Y/N couldn't help but giggle and wrapped her arms around her new boyfriend since his helm laid on her chest. "You wanted to snuggle and feel the onesie, do you?"
Optimus purred. "I also want to be in your arms, my dear."
