Indulging on my weirdness
Title: Blood Relations of Heaven and Earth - Cantata (02/??)
Verse: G1 with a mix of I/DW very AU
Rating: PG 13
Words: 1479
Warnings: Sparklings, AU up the wazoo. Eventual Slash. Sparkeaters, Vampiric mechs, Ghouls and anything supernatural you can think of applied to robutts.
Summary: We don't choose the family we are born into, our parents or siblings, but we can choose our own destiny.
Notes:I'm getting ambitious and I'm going to be doing this fic alongside with everything else!
Not beta read yet.
There were only a handful of things he could understand at such tender age. He was only reaching his first decacycle of life but he already knew his name, he already understood the femme was mother and the mech was father. He knew energon was his fuel and knew this state was his home. He also knew everyone around him besides his parents called him 'little hunter'.
He was still too young to understand or even question why they called him that way but as with his name, Prowl learned to answer to be called that way.
"Your meal, little hunter," A servant would say while holding a bottle for him to consume.
"Time for a nap, little hunter." Were the words of his part time care taker who would put him down for a nap whenever his mother was attending something else. It was a very rare occurrence but every now and then, his mother would be busy with something other than Prowl.
Sometimes, he could hear his father say the same but Prowl was not certain if he was actually calling him little hunter or just mentioning it, like right now when his father carried him in his arms, rocking him for recharge.
"I wish they would not call him little hunter...he might never be a hunter." Smokescreen paced the room with his sleepy child in his arms. "I was afraid this would happen."
Chromia sipped an infusion from an elegant cup carved out of a crystal, watching her bonded hold their son and rock him into his recharge. Prowl was not particularly fussy but he had a penchant for taking longer to recharge at night than any sparkling of his age should. Chromia suspected Prowl just wanted to be held and made feel warm and secure before his recharge.
"He cannot escape the family's name, but it will still be his decision if he will follow on your steps or not." Chromia watched fondly as their son yawned quietly and curled against his father's chest, finally ready for some much needed recharge.
"Still...I don't like people assuming he will become a hunter. It will lay an expectation towards him and if he chooses not to become one he might feel the need to leave Praxus." Smokescreen fixed a blanket around his now recharging son. "They'll want him to become a hunter but will also feed the gossip and superstition entailed by such a role."
"Do you want him to become a hunter, Smokescreen?" Chromia asked.
"I don't know...being a hunter isn't easy --you do know I expected to spend the rest of my life alone and feared I would be the last hunter of the clan." Smokescreen sighed and looked down at Prowl's face, so much like his own but definitely bearing features from his exceptional mother. "Despite our wealth and our status, it can be a rough life...but it is our clan's responsibility to care for those who cannot face the accursed."
Chromia nodded with a small smile. "You want the clan's code to survive but you also want Prowl to have a happy life, despite being surrounded by the unusual. As the last hunter of the clan you seek to preserve your legacy, but as a father you only want your child's happiness"
Chromia stood and gently retrieved her son from his father's arms. "We shall see what fate has in store for Prowl. I only wish for his happiness, whichever path he chooses to follow when the time is due for him to make a decision."
Chromia laid the infant on his crib and stroked that tiny patch of red on his white helm, she smiled when the child frowned and tilted his head away from the touch, a sure sign that patch would grow into a chevron, like Smokescreen's.
"For now," she said as she turned to her mate. "Let us rest so we can fill his youth with happiness and love."
Smokescreen smiled at her. Her outlook on life and the certainty of her choices and hopes for the future were one of the reasons he'd fallen so deeply in love for her. At the very least, Prowl would always have the best mother of all.
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Prowl toddled around with a certain beat on each step. It hadn't been long since he began to toddle on his own without the aid of the furniture or someone's legs. His every step was purposeful if still a little unstable by grace of being created with little stabilizers that developed faster than the mechling they were attached to.
Prowl had his fun just toddling around, watching and listening to everything the servants of the house did or said. Once in a while he would be addressed by this strange name he did not understand and he'd frown in thought, wondering why they still called him 'little hunter' --his name was Prowl!
"Prowl, my dear, what are you doing now?"
Prowl's optics brightened at the sound of his mother's voice and his little wing panels wiggled, perceiving, albeit faintly, the vibration of her voice. Prowl turned to find the striking black and blue frame of his mother standing on the doorway to the family's library. Prowl made a happy sound and toddled his way around the servants to his mother, his arms stretched up in silent request.
Chromia obliged Prowl and picked her son, touching tenderly one of the diminutive tips of the developing red chevron. "Do you ever get tired of exploring the house?"
Prowl shook his head as he swatted a little at his mother's touch, the growing chevron was sensitive and whenever someone touched it Prowl felt an itch he just had to scratch away. Chromia smiled and merely kissed the top of Prowl's helm as she carried him outside. Prowl was developing nicely, his medics praised his health and his processor's development, although Chromia was a little worried Prowl had not spoken a word yet.
The medics insisted Prowl's vocal processor was not damaged and, in fact, developed properly for his age; as far as they were concerned, If Prowl had not spoken yet was because he just hadn't wanted to so far.
"I wonder if I'll ever hear your voice." She spoke more to herself than to her son and Prowl looked at her, wiggling his winglets in response.
"That is not fair, I'm not fluent on wing speak!" She chuckled and tickled Prowl's nose. Prowl squirmed a little and leaned against his mother as he was carried outside to the majestic crystal gardens of his family's state. He loved whenever his mother or father took him to the gardens to admire and play amongst the crystal flowers and formations.
Chromia set Prowl down on the gardens by a finely carved bench and pulled a couple of puzzles out of subspace for her son to play with, she hummed softly while her son played. Prowl plopped down by his mother's feet to play with his puzzles, enjoying the soft harmonics of her mother's humming.
They spent a while like that, until Prowl's wings wiggled again and he looked up. The area of the gardens they were in had tall gate with long steel bars that allowed to look outside to the passing mechs. One such mech was just passing by, his posture was slightly hunched and his step was slow, his feet nearly dragged against the ground.
Chromia barely noticed the mech passing by, it was Prowl who saw more than just the mech. His optics narrowed a little and he shifted closer to his mother's feet, feeling uneasy at the sickly purple glow surrounding the mech and the visage of a rotten being fading in and out of view in time with the glow.
Chromia looked down when Prowl curled closer to her as if afraid or uneasy. She touched his helm gently and looked up to see just the back end of the mech as the large fence surrounding the state's gardens blocked his view. She could not see what Prowl did but her bond with Smokescreen allowed her a certain amount of his clan's code to sense or perceive things others could not -- and she was able to perceive just barely the glow around the mech before he disappeared from view completely.
"It's alright, dear." Chromia said as she picked Prowl and rested the child on her lap. "They won't harm you here." she soothed her son, humming to him to ease him. Their home was protected from these beings by the sacred rites Dai Atlas enacted when the state was constructed so she never feared for hers or Prowl's safety within these walls.
"I will have to talk to your father now..." Chromia murmured to herself once Prowl was soothed and his attention returned to his puzzles, the unusual event dismissed for now.
Verse: G1 with a mix of I/DW very AU
Rating: PG 13
Words: 1479
Warnings: Sparklings, AU up the wazoo. Eventual Slash. Sparkeaters, Vampiric mechs, Ghouls and anything supernatural you can think of applied to robutts.
Summary: We don't choose the family we are born into, our parents or siblings, but we can choose our own destiny.
Notes:I'm getting ambitious and I'm going to be doing this fic alongside with everything else!
Not beta read yet.
There were only a handful of things he could understand at such tender age. He was only reaching his first decacycle of life but he already knew his name, he already understood the femme was mother and the mech was father. He knew energon was his fuel and knew this state was his home. He also knew everyone around him besides his parents called him 'little hunter'.
He was still too young to understand or even question why they called him that way but as with his name, Prowl learned to answer to be called that way.
"Your meal, little hunter," A servant would say while holding a bottle for him to consume.
"Time for a nap, little hunter." Were the words of his part time care taker who would put him down for a nap whenever his mother was attending something else. It was a very rare occurrence but every now and then, his mother would be busy with something other than Prowl.
Sometimes, he could hear his father say the same but Prowl was not certain if he was actually calling him little hunter or just mentioning it, like right now when his father carried him in his arms, rocking him for recharge.
"I wish they would not call him little hunter...he might never be a hunter." Smokescreen paced the room with his sleepy child in his arms. "I was afraid this would happen."
Chromia sipped an infusion from an elegant cup carved out of a crystal, watching her bonded hold their son and rock him into his recharge. Prowl was not particularly fussy but he had a penchant for taking longer to recharge at night than any sparkling of his age should. Chromia suspected Prowl just wanted to be held and made feel warm and secure before his recharge.
"He cannot escape the family's name, but it will still be his decision if he will follow on your steps or not." Chromia watched fondly as their son yawned quietly and curled against his father's chest, finally ready for some much needed recharge.
"Still...I don't like people assuming he will become a hunter. It will lay an expectation towards him and if he chooses not to become one he might feel the need to leave Praxus." Smokescreen fixed a blanket around his now recharging son. "They'll want him to become a hunter but will also feed the gossip and superstition entailed by such a role."
"Do you want him to become a hunter, Smokescreen?" Chromia asked.
"I don't know...being a hunter isn't easy --you do know I expected to spend the rest of my life alone and feared I would be the last hunter of the clan." Smokescreen sighed and looked down at Prowl's face, so much like his own but definitely bearing features from his exceptional mother. "Despite our wealth and our status, it can be a rough life...but it is our clan's responsibility to care for those who cannot face the accursed."
Chromia nodded with a small smile. "You want the clan's code to survive but you also want Prowl to have a happy life, despite being surrounded by the unusual. As the last hunter of the clan you seek to preserve your legacy, but as a father you only want your child's happiness"
Chromia stood and gently retrieved her son from his father's arms. "We shall see what fate has in store for Prowl. I only wish for his happiness, whichever path he chooses to follow when the time is due for him to make a decision."
Chromia laid the infant on his crib and stroked that tiny patch of red on his white helm, she smiled when the child frowned and tilted his head away from the touch, a sure sign that patch would grow into a chevron, like Smokescreen's.
"For now," she said as she turned to her mate. "Let us rest so we can fill his youth with happiness and love."
Smokescreen smiled at her. Her outlook on life and the certainty of her choices and hopes for the future were one of the reasons he'd fallen so deeply in love for her. At the very least, Prowl would always have the best mother of all.
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Prowl toddled around with a certain beat on each step. It hadn't been long since he began to toddle on his own without the aid of the furniture or someone's legs. His every step was purposeful if still a little unstable by grace of being created with little stabilizers that developed faster than the mechling they were attached to.
Prowl had his fun just toddling around, watching and listening to everything the servants of the house did or said. Once in a while he would be addressed by this strange name he did not understand and he'd frown in thought, wondering why they still called him 'little hunter' --his name was Prowl!
"Prowl, my dear, what are you doing now?"
Prowl's optics brightened at the sound of his mother's voice and his little wing panels wiggled, perceiving, albeit faintly, the vibration of her voice. Prowl turned to find the striking black and blue frame of his mother standing on the doorway to the family's library. Prowl made a happy sound and toddled his way around the servants to his mother, his arms stretched up in silent request.
Chromia obliged Prowl and picked her son, touching tenderly one of the diminutive tips of the developing red chevron. "Do you ever get tired of exploring the house?"
Prowl shook his head as he swatted a little at his mother's touch, the growing chevron was sensitive and whenever someone touched it Prowl felt an itch he just had to scratch away. Chromia smiled and merely kissed the top of Prowl's helm as she carried him outside. Prowl was developing nicely, his medics praised his health and his processor's development, although Chromia was a little worried Prowl had not spoken a word yet.
The medics insisted Prowl's vocal processor was not damaged and, in fact, developed properly for his age; as far as they were concerned, If Prowl had not spoken yet was because he just hadn't wanted to so far.
"I wonder if I'll ever hear your voice." She spoke more to herself than to her son and Prowl looked at her, wiggling his winglets in response.
"That is not fair, I'm not fluent on wing speak!" She chuckled and tickled Prowl's nose. Prowl squirmed a little and leaned against his mother as he was carried outside to the majestic crystal gardens of his family's state. He loved whenever his mother or father took him to the gardens to admire and play amongst the crystal flowers and formations.
Chromia set Prowl down on the gardens by a finely carved bench and pulled a couple of puzzles out of subspace for her son to play with, she hummed softly while her son played. Prowl plopped down by his mother's feet to play with his puzzles, enjoying the soft harmonics of her mother's humming.
They spent a while like that, until Prowl's wings wiggled again and he looked up. The area of the gardens they were in had tall gate with long steel bars that allowed to look outside to the passing mechs. One such mech was just passing by, his posture was slightly hunched and his step was slow, his feet nearly dragged against the ground.
Chromia barely noticed the mech passing by, it was Prowl who saw more than just the mech. His optics narrowed a little and he shifted closer to his mother's feet, feeling uneasy at the sickly purple glow surrounding the mech and the visage of a rotten being fading in and out of view in time with the glow.
Chromia looked down when Prowl curled closer to her as if afraid or uneasy. She touched his helm gently and looked up to see just the back end of the mech as the large fence surrounding the state's gardens blocked his view. She could not see what Prowl did but her bond with Smokescreen allowed her a certain amount of his clan's code to sense or perceive things others could not -- and she was able to perceive just barely the glow around the mech before he disappeared from view completely.
"It's alright, dear." Chromia said as she picked Prowl and rested the child on her lap. "They won't harm you here." she soothed her son, humming to him to ease him. Their home was protected from these beings by the sacred rites Dai Atlas enacted when the state was constructed so she never feared for hers or Prowl's safety within these walls.
"I will have to talk to your father now..." Chromia murmured to herself once Prowl was soothed and his attention returned to his puzzles, the unusual event dismissed for now.