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Title: I don't want to be the parent
Fandom: Transformers Animated
Rating: I'd call this very G
Prompt: Sparkling Prowl or Tiny Prowl is Tiny
Words: 299
"Get back here!"
There's a squeal of wheels on pavement and a loud whine of, "Noooooo!" in a childish voice as Optimus catches the tiny black and gold motorcycle before he can take off too quickly.
Optimus sighs and pushes the squirming now robot into Bumblebee's protesting servos. "Oh, come ON, bossbot! Don't do this to me! Make Jazz do this! Prowl likes him!"
"You know he's busy, Bumblebee," he says as they both ignore Prowl's angry pounding on Bee.
"Let me go! Let me go! LetmegoletmegoletmEGOOOOOoooooooo" Prowl slumps in Bee's servos, seemingly exausted. However, Bee doesn't loosen his grip, knowing full well the trick the sparkling was trying to pull.
"Bossbot! He'll just escape when my back is turned! You know this!" Prowl stops feigning tiredness and glares up at Bee at this. Squirming even more, he tries pouting cutely at Optimus, only to get ignored pointedly.
"You need to just keep better track of him. It was your idea to have all of us raise him after we found him like this, rather then having him brought to Cybertron."
Bee doesn't pay any attention to Prowl kicking him angrily, choosing to talk instead, "But I didn't think that I'd have to be a parent! I could be the cool older brother, and you can be the mom! But instead I'm the mom! This isn't fair!"
Optimus only turns away and takes off, leaving Bee with a protesting Prowl. Bee watches him go out of sight for a few seconds, and puts down the sparkling, still holding him tight so he doesn't take off, and says irritably, "How about the both of us paint his room day-glo pink, and hide out in the park for a few days?"
Prowl stops struggling immediately, and they go do just that.
Title: I don't want to be the parent
Fandom: Transformers Animated
Rating: I'd call this very G
Prompt: Sparkling Prowl or Tiny Prowl is Tiny
Words: 299
"Get back here!"
There's a squeal of wheels on pavement and a loud whine of, "Noooooo!" in a childish voice as Optimus catches the tiny black and gold motorcycle before he can take off too quickly.
Optimus sighs and pushes the squirming now robot into Bumblebee's protesting servos. "Oh, come ON, bossbot! Don't do this to me! Make Jazz do this! Prowl likes him!"
"You know he's busy, Bumblebee," he says as they both ignore Prowl's angry pounding on Bee.
"Let me go! Let me go! LetmegoletmegoletmEGOOOOOoooooooo" Prowl slumps in Bee's servos, seemingly exausted. However, Bee doesn't loosen his grip, knowing full well the trick the sparkling was trying to pull.
"Bossbot! He'll just escape when my back is turned! You know this!" Prowl stops feigning tiredness and glares up at Bee at this. Squirming even more, he tries pouting cutely at Optimus, only to get ignored pointedly.
"You need to just keep better track of him. It was your idea to have all of us raise him after we found him like this, rather then having him brought to Cybertron."
Bee doesn't pay any attention to Prowl kicking him angrily, choosing to talk instead, "But I didn't think that I'd have to be a parent! I could be the cool older brother, and you can be the mom! But instead I'm the mom! This isn't fair!"
Optimus only turns away and takes off, leaving Bee with a protesting Prowl. Bee watches him go out of sight for a few seconds, and puts down the sparkling, still holding him tight so he doesn't take off, and says irritably, "How about the both of us paint his room day-glo pink, and hide out in the park for a few days?"
Prowl stops struggling immediately, and they go do just that.