Random Sparkling Fluffs~
Moogle and me were talking. I'm a little too sleepy at the moment to recall the exact conversation but somehow we came to the conclusion that Cliffjumper and Bumblebee are not only twins but they're Ironhide and Prime's. This came about purely based off this picture: http://irabot.deviantart.com/art/omnom-187249019
And then I wrote a short bit of fluffs.
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The arm flopping across his midsection bore a tad more force than usual, jolting Ironhide awake in the berth, canons whirring to life long before his optics were even online, darting blearily around the darkened room. When no danger presented itself, he turned his attention down to the arm patting his leg, and over the hum and whine of his weapons, he could hear soft, squeaky cries and chirps.
"It's yer turn t'night..." Prime rumbled, optics barely online and clearly having no intentions of moving from the berth. "I wuzzup all last night with'm..."
"Alrigh', alrigh'," 'Hide groused, kicking off the blanket from around their legs as if it had somehow offended him with its temptations of recharge. "I'll git'em..."
"Now what's all this fussin' about?" Ironhide rumbled over the raised edge of the berth, reaching down to gather the squirming, whimpering yellow sparkling into his arms, tucking him into his favored spot against his shoulder, the little face dampened with tears hidden against his neck. He patted the tiny mech soothingly, crooning as he rocked side to side, and had barely taken a step away from the berth when the soft whimpers echoed back from the bed. Sighing in defeat, he obediently reached for the red mechling as well - he always got so fussy when he was away from his twin even for a nanoklick and could be frag near inconsolable some nights even with little Bee returned to his side. Both mechlings snuggled into either side of his neck, he began his long-memorized path around the nursery with optics nearly dark, sidestepping the foot rest by the rocking chair, nudging aside the small toys that the rambunctious duo had flung from their bed in their pre-recharge fits.
He gave a sigh, opening an optic to peer at them in turn. "Y'all know I'm too old fer this, don'tcha? Don't want yer old dad gettin' no sleep… I see how it is…"
"Now how can you be hungry again?" He gingerly pried a small mouth away from its vigorous gnawing on an edge of plating, flinching when its twin latched onto a cable in his neck. "Gah! I see how it is - two against one, eh? Teamin' up against your old mech, eh? Gonna get yer way whether I got somethin' t'say about it or not, huh?" He couldn't help but chuckle at the bright, wide optics staring at him in response. Sighing gently, he felt his way along the floor to the rocking chair and plunked himself down with his precious cargo. "Hungry again... y'got tanks like yer carrier…"
"I heard that," Optimus rumbled through the open doorway.
"Don't make it less true." 'Hide snorted, trying to get the two sparklings settled into his lap before offering a tube to each from his wrist. Bee latched on immediately, gnawing and sucking the Energon like a mech running on fumes; Cliffjumper simply gnawed at the tip, lapping at the droplets of Energon as they formed from the squeezing of the line, apparently only interested in eating because his twin was, despite not being hungry himself. Ironhide rocked slowly, feeling the shape of each small helm in turn with the tips of his fingers, lingering on the tiny sensory horns that adorned each mechling. Rubbing his horns never failed to make Cliffjumper sleepy and with a full tank tonight was no exception, the bright optics almost immediately drifting shut, feeding line all but forgotten in the grasp of the small hands.
Bee, on the other hand, was making little faces of dislike, whimpering and licking his lips and fingers, chirping in distress. Ironhide rubbed a fingertip against his cheek, trying to calm him, but it only seemed to agitate the yellow sparkling even further. Sighing, he scooped them up under their little afts and tucked them in against his shoulder, Cliffjumper’s arms dangling listlessly against his plating as he slept, swaying side to side with each step into the darkened berthroom. Optimus peeked open a dim optic at him before struggling his way upward to sit, leaning back against the wall. “What’s the matter…?”
“Bumblebee’s bein’ a picky lil’ mech tonight - was feedin’ fine from my line an’ jus’ all of the sudden decided he wanted carrier’s Energon instead.” He extended the wiggling, chirping mechling towards the Prime before settling gingerly onto his side of the berth with Cliffy tucked against his chest, letting the little red bitlet nestle in against his windshield, drawing warmth and comfort from the pulse of his spark beneath the false glass. Optimus sunk into his mate’s side and shoulder with the yellow twin nestled into the crook of his elbow, sucking half-sparkedly on a fuel line with dim, sleepy optics. Ironhide wound his free arm around the pair, pressing a kiss to the blue helm. “That one’s a Carrier’s bitlet.”
“Don’t say that, ‘Hide, he’s hardly big enough to be making those sorts of calls…”
“Well he certainly acts like one, is all I’m sayin’.”
Optimus chuckled softly. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous…”
The red mech gave a slight pout, lips screwed down in a thoughtful frown. “Maybe I am… He always wants you instead’a me.”
“And Cliffy always wants you. He’s never content to sit cuddled against my windshield for very long - he likes yours much better.”
“Alright,” ‘Hide chuckled softly, resting his helm atop the Prime’s, staring down at the two tiny frames in their arms. “So one fer you and one fer me… I can live with that.”
And then I wrote a short bit of fluffs.
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The arm flopping across his midsection bore a tad more force than usual, jolting Ironhide awake in the berth, canons whirring to life long before his optics were even online, darting blearily around the darkened room. When no danger presented itself, he turned his attention down to the arm patting his leg, and over the hum and whine of his weapons, he could hear soft, squeaky cries and chirps.
"It's yer turn t'night..." Prime rumbled, optics barely online and clearly having no intentions of moving from the berth. "I wuzzup all last night with'm..."
"Alrigh', alrigh'," 'Hide groused, kicking off the blanket from around their legs as if it had somehow offended him with its temptations of recharge. "I'll git'em..."
"Now what's all this fussin' about?" Ironhide rumbled over the raised edge of the berth, reaching down to gather the squirming, whimpering yellow sparkling into his arms, tucking him into his favored spot against his shoulder, the little face dampened with tears hidden against his neck. He patted the tiny mech soothingly, crooning as he rocked side to side, and had barely taken a step away from the berth when the soft whimpers echoed back from the bed. Sighing in defeat, he obediently reached for the red mechling as well - he always got so fussy when he was away from his twin even for a nanoklick and could be frag near inconsolable some nights even with little Bee returned to his side. Both mechlings snuggled into either side of his neck, he began his long-memorized path around the nursery with optics nearly dark, sidestepping the foot rest by the rocking chair, nudging aside the small toys that the rambunctious duo had flung from their bed in their pre-recharge fits.
He gave a sigh, opening an optic to peer at them in turn. "Y'all know I'm too old fer this, don'tcha? Don't want yer old dad gettin' no sleep… I see how it is…"
"Now how can you be hungry again?" He gingerly pried a small mouth away from its vigorous gnawing on an edge of plating, flinching when its twin latched onto a cable in his neck. "Gah! I see how it is - two against one, eh? Teamin' up against your old mech, eh? Gonna get yer way whether I got somethin' t'say about it or not, huh?" He couldn't help but chuckle at the bright, wide optics staring at him in response. Sighing gently, he felt his way along the floor to the rocking chair and plunked himself down with his precious cargo. "Hungry again... y'got tanks like yer carrier…"
"I heard that," Optimus rumbled through the open doorway.
"Don't make it less true." 'Hide snorted, trying to get the two sparklings settled into his lap before offering a tube to each from his wrist. Bee latched on immediately, gnawing and sucking the Energon like a mech running on fumes; Cliffjumper simply gnawed at the tip, lapping at the droplets of Energon as they formed from the squeezing of the line, apparently only interested in eating because his twin was, despite not being hungry himself. Ironhide rocked slowly, feeling the shape of each small helm in turn with the tips of his fingers, lingering on the tiny sensory horns that adorned each mechling. Rubbing his horns never failed to make Cliffjumper sleepy and with a full tank tonight was no exception, the bright optics almost immediately drifting shut, feeding line all but forgotten in the grasp of the small hands.
Bee, on the other hand, was making little faces of dislike, whimpering and licking his lips and fingers, chirping in distress. Ironhide rubbed a fingertip against his cheek, trying to calm him, but it only seemed to agitate the yellow sparkling even further. Sighing, he scooped them up under their little afts and tucked them in against his shoulder, Cliffjumper’s arms dangling listlessly against his plating as he slept, swaying side to side with each step into the darkened berthroom. Optimus peeked open a dim optic at him before struggling his way upward to sit, leaning back against the wall. “What’s the matter…?”
“Bumblebee’s bein’ a picky lil’ mech tonight - was feedin’ fine from my line an’ jus’ all of the sudden decided he wanted carrier’s Energon instead.” He extended the wiggling, chirping mechling towards the Prime before settling gingerly onto his side of the berth with Cliffy tucked against his chest, letting the little red bitlet nestle in against his windshield, drawing warmth and comfort from the pulse of his spark beneath the false glass. Optimus sunk into his mate’s side and shoulder with the yellow twin nestled into the crook of his elbow, sucking half-sparkedly on a fuel line with dim, sleepy optics. Ironhide wound his free arm around the pair, pressing a kiss to the blue helm. “That one’s a Carrier’s bitlet.”
“Don’t say that, ‘Hide, he’s hardly big enough to be making those sorts of calls…”
“Well he certainly acts like one, is all I’m sayin’.”
Optimus chuckled softly. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous…”
The red mech gave a slight pout, lips screwed down in a thoughtful frown. “Maybe I am… He always wants you instead’a me.”
“And Cliffy always wants you. He’s never content to sit cuddled against my windshield for very long - he likes yours much better.”
“Alright,” ‘Hide chuckled softly, resting his helm atop the Prime’s, staring down at the two tiny frames in their arms. “So one fer you and one fer me… I can live with that.”