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amiramorozova · 3 years

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Dual summoner and the darkling pt. 8

The next morning I didn't want to get out of bed with everything that happened last night. I held onto my pillow and covered my face. When my eyes closed all I could think about was the kiss last night. Had he intended to do that from the beginning of seeing my powers or had he always suspected me since I came there. These questions were always in my mind and all the big training Baghra wanted to do outside her training area was put off due to being in secret. I laid there even though breakfast had come and gone when I heard a knock on the door.

"Yes?" I said looking up from the pillow

The door opened and revealed Nadia and Marie with some of the breakfast from this morning. I didn't want to get up and they seemed to notice as they came over to me and set the breakfast down. Marie had me sit up where she noticed my blush on my face and I covered my face with my hands. I had so many emotions going through me at once it wasn't even funny at the moment.

"What happened?" Marie asked

"He found out." I said

"Who found out? found out what?"Nadia said

"General Kirigan. He found out I'm a dual summoner." I said

I couldn't see their faces but they probably were shocked and then I felt one of them remove my hands seeing I was uneasy. I knew I promised to tell them if anything happened but this was so unexpected with everything that had gone on. I just wanted to sit there but I saw they brought me breakfast and I ate while I decided what to tell them.

"What did General Kirigan do?" Marie asked

"He used his shadows to make the hallway dark. I had to use the light." I said

"Do you think he suspected you since he met you again?" Nadia asked

"Possibly. I was struggling in front of him." I said

"Did anything else happen?" Marie asked "You've been slightly blushing since we got in here."

I nodded as I ate but I still didn't know if I wanted to tell them when it was still sort of wrong to think such things. Then I remembered I did promise them I would tell them and a promise was a promise no matter what so I had to get the courage up to tell them. I knew he probably wouldn't say anything to the 2nd army unless they found out about me somehow.

"He kissed me last night." I said

Marie and Nadia both gasped and though Nadia I suspected was into women I never actually asked. Nadia just sat by me seeing I was still in my kefta, I hadn't taken it off all night and she helped adjust it on me to look like I hadn't slept in it. I was going through a whole thing of emotions at the moment.

"Did you kiss him back?" Marie asked

"I did." I said

"Aw. Shadow and Sun, Forbidden from being in love and yet something might start." Marie teased

"Remind me to tease you back when you get a boyfriend. Oh wait, I don't have one." I said

"yet." Marie teased

I just shook it off as I finished eating then got up as I brushed my hair a bit. I looked at them and my room for a minute knowing this room was fit for a normal tidemaker. Would my room change if I were to be found out? Would I be in the other wing closer to the general's room if it was? I smacked myself some to snap me out of those thoughts.

"Amira!" Nadia and Marie said

"I am never going to be someone's pet. If anyone ever tries to control me or my power I will fight back." I said before looking at myself in the mirror.

I am starting to see the dual summoner Amira and not the tidemaker Amira anymore in my reflection. Nine years of hiding has left me a bit bitter maybe...maybe this is what I need to feel freer. I thought

"Let's go out and train with the others. Maybe you'll feel better about this whole thing." Marie said

I wasn't sure but I let them talk me into it and followed them down where everyone seemed distracted. We were working on hand-to-hand combat without powers and I needed to get some of this out of me so I was willing to fight. When Botkin chose me and Zoya I prepared for this cause I knew that she was the general's favorite.

not anymore it seems. I thought

We went up against each other as I was able to see her move for move as people were watching us. I was glad it was without powers cause I knew my tidemaker powers wouldn't work with her squaller powers. I was keeping up in this way but I knew there was so much more going on. When I landed a blow on her and knocked her down she seemed pissed. I hadn't realized she was also one of the people who was Jealous of the general showing attention toward me. I saw her angry look and suddenly she put her hands together.

oh no. I thought

I put my hands together to defend but I wasn't focusing on the whole situation at hand as I just used whatever came to mind first. As she used air I was quick to surround myself with light and her air was cut in half by the light. I looked down at her while it shined around me protecting me and I realized I had used the wrong one but the water wouldn't have done much at all. Zoya got up and looked at me in shock as I refused to let the light go.

"You're a sun summoner? But you're a tidemaker." Zoya said

"I am." I said

"A dual summoner?!" Botkin said

well the secret is out of the bag. I thought

Marie and Nadia approached and they were able to get in my light as it surrounded all three of us. Marie and Nadia were ready to defend off any of their fellow 2nd army Grisha if they had to but refused to let the light down.

"You two knew?" Zoya asked

"Of course we did. She confided in us for her own secret." Marie said

"You can let it down, Amira." Nadia said

I hesitated but let the light go down as I figured everything was safe. I was wrong though as tidemakers were using water on me and it wasn't an easy attack. I covered myself to try to hold their attacks off but Nadia got in front and used her own tidemaker abilities to stop them.

"She is Grisha like we all are." Nadia said "So she is different from the rest of us, she didn't ask to be this way. She only hid it because that was what she was told to do."

"She could have come clean from the beginning." One of the tidemakers said

I was going to say something when I felt two presences close by. One I knew was the general the other was Baghra and they were heading in this direction. I could tell that word must have spread about what had just happened but then General Kirigan already knew.

"I told her not to." Baghra said, getting everyone's attention "You all know what would happen if anyone knew of a sun summoner in the little palace. A lot of responsibility to tear down the fold, she's worked hard but that power is nowhere near enough to tear it down."

"Well Baghra, it seems you broke protocol." General Kirigan said as he looked down at her "You are supposed to tell me. Her Kefta is all wrong for her, she needs a new design."

I felt intimidated by the fact they were both there but I knew there was so much more going on than anyone else was going to. Baghra and General Kirigan seemed to have tension between them as they didn't seem eye to eye but relatives had that thing. I knew the truth that somehow they were related.

"Amira Silina, come here." General Kirigan said

I looked at him as I stood there but looked at Baghra who just nodded as I walked over to him. He put his hand out to me and I looked back at Nadia and Marie as they smiled at me. I hesitated but put my hand in his as he started to lead me away.

"Baghra, you've trained her well. She's an excellent tidemaker and I'm sure her sun summoner abilities are just as strong." General kirigan said

Where is he taking me? I thought

We walked into the little palace as I was questioning everything in my head after last night. Watching where he was going I calmed down seeing he was taking me to be seen by a healer. Well it was probably best water was a weapon of it's own and I knew that it could bruise even with a bulletproof Kefta. As we walked in, some healers looked at the two of us.

"General Kirigan." The healers said

"Amira was attacked by the other tidemakers, will you make sure she is unharmed?" General kirigan said

"Yes sir." the healers said

They had me remove the kefta and then they started to look over my arms and see what was going on. I was glad I had always prepared for when I had to remove the kefta. I could feel the tingling of the bruises that were starting to fade away. It didn't bother me so much but now I had to be on alert.

"You probably wonder what is going to happen?" General Kirigan said

"Yes." I said

"I'll try to postpone having to bring you to the King and Queen for as long as I can. You'll be moved to a different room and Genya will be there to help you." General Kirigan said

"my things in my old room?" I asked

"Your friends will be allowed to visit you and bring them to you." General Kirigan said

I questioned his objective of this whole thing but once the healers were done I knew there was so much more than what he was saying.

"A new Kefta will be brought to you tomorrow or the next day. You'll stay in the little palace until you have it." General Kirigan said

so now I'm bound to the inside of the little palace for a day or two. I thought

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studentville-struggles · 5 years

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The Law of Wind

Inspired by this post on @hgk477

Platonic!Tony x reader, a smidge of Loki x reader

Summary: The God of Lies spots yours, could this possibly end well?

Words: 2,023

Being friends with the Avengers was easy, lying about yourself in order to maintain said friendship was not.

You had met Tony in the waiting room of your therapist's office. Now normally the waiting rooms were incredibly quiet and being Iron Man, world superhero, as well as Tony Stark, global superstar and millionaire, you figured he probably had things set up so he could go straight through to an office, rather than wait and deal with people staring or even asking questions. That day, however, both therapists were running incredibly behind schedule and he was patiently waiting in the waiting room next to you. After a half hour or so, he struck up a conversation with you, trying to calm the nerves of waiting for so long. They may try and make waiting rooms calming, but opening up your life to some random person for an hour a week wasn’t exactly an experience you looked forward to.

After that day, you saw Tony around the waiting room a little more often, your friendship pretty limited to comments such as "Distraction plan for today?” and “Thought I’d read some Iron Man erotic fan fiction, see what she thinks of it?” before heading to your respective sessions, the just so happened to be scheduled for the same times.

After a couple of months of this generic small talk and joking around, you started going for coffee, enjoying the mutual understanding of not always wanting to talk but the company can be nice, especially after a heavy therapy session. Who knew having a therapy neighbour would be such a good thing?

Eventually, he introduced you to the rest of the avenger's lot, having become close enough friends with Tony that he trusted you among everyone. Whilst they welcomed you with open arms, there was still an element of wariness, which you couldn’t blame them for. As the weeks went by, you grew closer to them, joining them for movie nights, or occasionally showing face at one of Tony’s parties. You even had them over for dinner one night, somehow all squeezing into your small apartment. You didn’t always know when they were away on missions, but the times you did, you couldn’t help but worry. On quiet evenings you could be found, sat on your balcony, whispering your worries and hopes for them into the night, you felt better knowing you had at least done something.

It wasn’t until they had Loki move in at the tower that your lie, which you argued wasn’t really a lie, it was more of an omission, started to catch up with you. You had just been introduced to him one movie night, a strange look flashed across his face, but like the master of disguise he is, it was covered so quickly, you barely recognised it was there. Shortly after, Sam came wandering in complaining about how it was so windy outside that he kept getting blown off course on his little night flying exercise. Whilst everyone was messing with him, telling him it wasn’t the wind and that he just can’t fly straight, or that his wings need fixing, you sat quietly shaking your head. Something Loki picked up on.

“I think our guest disagrees with you all” Attention is certainly not what you were asking for in this situation.

“No, no, ignore me.” For once, please, you thought to yourself.

“Nah Y/N, please add an insult to Sam’s already damaged ego.” Bucky said, always happy to bicker with Sam.

“Or come to my defence, Loki did say she was disagreeing with you.” Sam added, the last part clearly aimed at Bucky.

You shook your head, this time hoping you don’t have to say something.

“Y/N please, what were you going to say, or what were you thinking?” You always found it hard to say no to Tony.

“Just that everyone knows you shouldn’t get in the way when the wind is howling.” Please just think I’m weird, please don’t push it. Even if I am saying something that is basic law of wind.

Everyone was staring with a confused look on their faces, everyone but Loki that is. Loki was smirking, happy that his suspicions, currently, seemed to be true.

“Why? None of us knew that so do enlighten us.” Sassy Bucky was both terrifying and attractive.

“The ghosts are passing through, you should always leave them be, lest you aggravate them.” Again, blanks stares.

Natasha was the first to speak. “Cute story.” She was curt but left it be, which you were thankful for, hopefully the conversation would soon move on. Unfortunately, there was no such luck for you.

“It’s not a story you know.” You stared at him, panic all over your face, questioning why of all times, he had to speak up now?

“Pardon?” Tony was the confused one now. Loki wasn’t paying him any attention now though. He moved and sat on the coffee table directly in front of you.

“What else do you know about the wind?” He asked, wanting to further confirm his suspicions.

“Not much” You muttered quietly, really wishing they would all move on from this. You looked to Tony for help, feeling very uncomfortable with where this was headed. You couldn’t help but feel that Loki knew.

“Alright Reindeer Games, that’s enough leaver Y/N alone.” Tony said, coming to your rescue.

“No.” Loki responded flatly. “If my suspicions are correct, I have been waiting hundreds of years to meet someone like her.” Well, you thought, this definitely isn’t going to end well.

The room was silent now, Loki’s statement shocking and confusing everyone else in the room. Loki himself hadn’t stopped looking at you the entire time.

“Tell me.” He said slowly.

“Tell you what?” You whispered quietly. You could feel the frustration in him rising, Wanda, whispered to Tony, telling him he may want to move back a bit.

“Tell me.” Loki repeated an edge in his voice this time.

“I don’t kn-” Before you could even finish, Loki stood abruptly, his legs pushing the coffee table back as he did so.

“You know damn well what I want you to say!” He shouted down at you, is frustration starting to bubble at the surface. Tony stepped forward to intervene, still not sure why Loki was being so rude, but before he could say anything, your emotions got the better of you, you blamed it on having someone with Loki’s magic so close.

“Leave it!” You shouted back, the emotion in your voice being matched by your energy, the windows in the room shattering at the sudden energy pulse. You turned running to the door to leave, realising what had happened.

Loki wouldn’t let that happen though, grabbing your arm to stop you as you neared the door. “Stay.” he said, loud enough that everyone could hear his words, but still soft enough to be calm. Your arm warmed significantly at his touch, you could feel his magic. “I did not mean to frighten you, I only wanted a response and you gave me that. I will not harm you, I give you my word.”

You were still shaking with the sudden emotional outburst, Loki proximity and grasp on your arm not helping either. Fear was clear all over your face, guilt starting to replace it as Tony came over.

“Y/N” Tony whispered, his voice full of disbelief. “What just happened? Why have you never said anything?” You could see tears in his eyes, you had been one of the very few people he had let in recently, and you had broken his trust.

Before you could respond though, Steve placed a hand on Tony’s back, he was clearly in Captain America mode, the relaxed nature you saw early totally gone.

“I think we need to have a chat. Shall we head to a meeting room?” Steve asked rhetorically.

“There is no such need. The living room will suffice, you need not treat her like a threat.” Loki calmly responded, defending you having just aggravated you a mere minute earlier.

Once everyone had settled back down again, Loki calmly waved towards the windows, the glass floating back into place in the windows at his command. Instead of the light-hearted atmosphere that had been present earlier in the evening, the feeling now was tense, Steve ready with his shield should you be deemed a threat needing to be detained.

“So.” Steve started, a hard edge in his voice. “Y/N, Loki, who wants to explain what the hell is going on?”

“She’s a child of Skaði and Njord.”

“Why do those sound worryingly Asgardian?” Funny you should say that Steve.

“Skaði was Asgardian.”

“Fantastic. So, she related to you then Loki, given you’re the God of lies and all.” Tony’s harsh words hurt more than he knew, silent tears ran down your cheeks.

“No. Though we both have Asgardian and Jotun roots. You cannot blame her for not revealing her Goddess status. It is not in her to be so egotistical as to brag about it.”

“Sure. What do you do then alien lady?” Tony twisted the knife once more.

“Wind and nature, somewhat similar to my parents.” Finally, you spoke up, grateful for Loki’s defence against you.

“If you are actually a Goddess, why have you been living on Earth for so long?” Steve asked, still unconvinced.

“Have you seen the state of your beloved earth?” Loki snarked back.

Glancing at Loki, a small smile on your lips, you turn to Steve. “Sibling difficulties, I’m sure you understand having met both Loki and Thor. My issues surrounding predicting fortunes left them feeling a little too entitled, so I came here to work on myself and generally help sort a few things out here. I promise you I mean no harm here.”

“No alien armies coming to take over then?”

“None.” Steve seemed to be relatively relaxed by this.

After a relatively long, somewhat awkward pause, Sam spoke up once more.

“So, uhh, what were you saying about the wind earlier?” You smiled in response, Loki laughed.

“Might as well inform them of the Law of Wind Y/N.”

“Alright then, but take note.” At your word, Sam and Rhodey began scurrying around looking for pen and paper, before settling down once more, looking up at you expectantly.

To Loki, it was almost as though you revealed who you were really, you visibly relaxed and became almost ethereal. To Tony, it was as if you became someone new, you took on a new persona, so soft yet powerful, your fear and anxiety from earlier totally gone. He could feel himself relaxing just listening to you.

“I already said about howling winds, the ghosts are passing through and you should leave them be.” The boys nodded, writing it down anyway. You continued.

“When storms arise, do not talk, listen to them. When winds are quiet, talk, she is listening. However, only tell her what is meaningful, and only whisper. She knows everything about you, you must never lie. She has a strong temperament, you should do well not to anger her. Do not complain about the wind, she will remember.” You laughed softly as Sam’s faced turned to one of worry, his mind thinking of his earlier comments. Others around couldn’t help but notice how your eyes shone brightly as you spoke, watching those around lean in, enchanted by your words.

“When autumn leaves are swirling, let her dance, although you may play the flute to her. Should she whisper in your ear, listen closely, her trust is a special honour and words travel far and fast. Phrase your responses so that they do not awake the spirits. Finally, a sudden draft is always a bad omen.”

Leaning back in your seat, you watched the boys as they frantically scribbled down the last points, glad to point them in the right direction.

Leaning over so the others couldn’t hear, Loki whispered in your ear.

“I must say Y/N, after 800 years, it is a pleasure to finally met you.”

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek before standing up and walking towards Steve once more.

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skyfallofcybertron-blog · 5 years

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Transformers Skyfall: Chapter 1. Pictures of Home

There was many things I missed about home. I missed the spires, the skyline at night, the air at dawn. However, much of that has changed now. Most of the skyline was gone. The wind was a bit more ruthless and the dust of war was still setting.

Though, it was still unmistakably Cybertron and things were starting to get back on track. The refugees where flooding home; eager to rebuild. Both the 'Bots and the 'Cons (or at least who where left) finally put up their differences and dissolved either into the new government or back into the populist. The distant colonies were returning; Caminus, Velocitron, Eukaris, Devisiun. Aliens from all corners of the universe, but so unmistakably Cybertronian, file though space bridges to reclaim that long lost piece of their heritage.

Not that I could blame them. Who won't want to go home and try to forget everything?

Then there was me; Skyfall of Cybertron. Femme from make (which is apparently important now). Deployer. Singer subsets. I could easily fit inside anyone’s trunk, but the Singer in me allowed for faster downloads. Somebot once called me a MP4 player with a spark. To be frank, he wasn’t that far off from the truth. I’m pocket sized for your convenience.

In a former life, I was an air lieutenant and communications officer for the Decepticons. I never left my homeworld. I was stationed on a battleship that orbited around the planet. I quarderated battle plans mostly. Also did information tracking and recon. There’s more classified ‘Con information locked up in my mind then I’m sure if any of my higher-ups gave it a haft a process wouldn’t like to have walking around freely.

However, with me being a Minicon, I’m sure that they didn’t think about me much anyways. Deployers where a disposable caste at the beginning of the war. Now that it’s over, I’m still not sure if anything changed on that front. I’m alright with that though. Being small kept me alive throughout all of it.

I had landed a pretty reasonable job after the War, all things considered. I was integrated into Cybertron's new government; processing refugees. It was data work mostly. File sifting, communications with starships and colonies, making sure the bots that came home had a place to go after landing. It was similar to my position with the Decepticons, minus the shooting and the bombing raids. I know mechs that would kill for something this low key. This nonthreatening. It was safe for the most part. Most of the mechs working with me just wanted to make things right. I think we all do.

However, on my trips home, I always felt unwanted optics on me. My 'Con emblems where still flashed on my wings. Didn't help much that a Minicon like me even sided with the Decepticons in the first place. Bots accused me to being nothing more than a loyal pet to my carrier. That being ‘forced’ a Decepticon was worse than willing choosing them. If that made sense. It didn’t, but the last few thousand years of strife didn’t make any sense to begin with either.

Let's just say my flight's have been stopped on more than one occasion.

I had my reasons for joining the War.

"I'm thinking of changing my colours." I said, glancing out the window of the office I was in.

The orange reflection of my psychologist looked back at me. The mech was taking notes on a data pad. A small digit tapped nervously against the glass as I looked out at the sunny day before us. It was a beautiful afternoon. The solar winds were nice and warm. It did my wings some good to jet through the sky on my way over to my appointment. So, I couldn’t figure out why I was unsettled.

"Something less threatening. For work, I mean. I was thinking about it while I was filing today, like, how would you feel if a 'Con greeted you at immigration?"

I wasn't looking for an answer. I just wanted it out in the open air.

Rung nodded in thought, "Well, I can understand why you are thinking about this, Skyfall. It is a bit of a shock for those coming in. However, now that the War is over, the armies colors don't mean anything."

"I know, but it doesn't stop people."

"Did something happen at spaceport to make you think this?"

"No."

"On the way over?"

"Not this cycle. Thank Primus. I don't think Night Glide could take it anymore if something did."

My optics wavered and I turned my attention back down to the street. I watched mechs and femmes go about their business; driving through the city's streets or flying between the skyscrapers. I ignored the fact that Rung shifted in his seat. I could practically hear his optic ridges arch.

"Skyfall, did something happen?"

I shook my helm in response. I finally turned to skinny grounder. Rung’s brows where perfectly perched on top of his optic rims in upset little arches. I forced a smile out onto my faceplates. He looked completely hopeless and for a moment, it made me forget that he was the doctor and I was the patient. With the social workings of our planet in shambles, those you are good terms are your friends first. Everything else kind of fell into place after.

“We’re ok, Rung.” I reassured him, “Thank you for your concern. Night Glide is just still…”

I tried to find the words.

“Readjusting.” Rung answered for me. I nodded once again.

Readjusting. That was one way of describing it. Night Glide, my current carrier, was born out of this war. Most pure Seekers where. When Vos fell, that’s when the true nature of the Seekers came out. Proud, noble, loyal. Ruthless, venditive, calculative. Now that there was no more war to fight. Nothing left of the Seekers’ brilliant home city to return too. Night Glide, one of most promising Decepticon air strikers, had no battle to win. Nothing to prove. Anger that he couldn’t let go of.

And I could feel that hate and disgust within him every time I reconnected into his circuits.

Rung merely raised an optic ridge. I must had been wearing my thoughts on my faceplates. Or maybe my wings dropped slightly perhaps. Rung was quite good as picking up on even the smallest change to anything. The mech simply hummed and took a note on his pad.

"We can talk about it next time then." He spoke. Then he offered a small smile, "Let's get back on topic then. What do you think would be a more calming colorization for yourself?"

~*~

Work at the checkpoint was grueling. I hated those days.

Most of the time, I was walking behind the scenes; staring at data, answering emails, making calls. Those days where the good days. I didn't have to deal with anyone, but myself. I would get a list of things I had to do at the beginning of the cycle and I could work at my own pace. Administration stuff. Stuff that other bots would deem boring.

However, I was actually trained for that. Before the War, I had gone to school for information studies. The skill had kept me alive throughout most of the War. The Decepticons lacked proper administrative infrastructure. So, I was deemed an asset and kept in the relative protection of a starship. However, as the War dragged on and the 'Con got more desperate, my alt. mode as air drone became a more important tool.

Anyhow, checkpoint days were the worst. I had a quota to fill. There would be a line of mechs I had to go through. I would have to check everything from ID to alt. modes to something as pointless as having the right color seals on their paperwork. If everything checked out, they could get in. If not, they would have to suffer going through the whole system all over again. Needless to say, some bots where agitated. And I got the brunt of most of it.

"What do you mean I can't get in!?" A large grounder barked at me, "I did everything you told me to do!"

"Sir," I said meekly, "You're missing a piece-"

"I've been trying to get into the city for an entire orbital cycle now and you're telling me that I can't get in!?"

"Yes, sir. That's exactly it." I motioned down to the datapass he handed me in an attempt to explain what was missing, but the brute of a mech cut me off.

"I didn't ask for your sarcasm, you stupid Decepticon glitch!"

I was taken aback by the statement. My wings subconsciously drooped so the emblems where hidden below the desk. He leaned over me as he closed the gap between us. Almost instantly, I felt tiny under this mech's optics. I shrunk into my chair and stammered, "S-Sir, I-I- You j-just need-"

The mech growled as he slammed his servos on top of my desk.

"What do I need!? Enlighten me!"

I hiccuped and stared up at him, unable to get the words out of my mouth.

Again, he slammed down on the desk, "TELL ME, YOU PURPLE WRETCH!"

There was a ping on my comm. I shuttered as my manager's voice came through my audials.

"Skyfall, what's going on? I can hear you guys from here."

"I-I need s-securi-tty at my b-booth-"

"I'M NOT LEAVING!"

"Sky, I'm dispatching someone. Close your booth."

No sooner than I was given the order; I slammed on the button on my control board. With a clang, the gate's cage rolled closed and locked out the mech. The grounder roared at me and banged on the cage as I disappeared under my desk. I wheezed for my intakes as I shook. I could hear the commotion of the bots waiting in line. The security argue and drag the mech away. Lubricate welled in my optics. Everyone was so loud. And angry. At me. The Decepticon. I shuttered my optics tightly and held my helm; trying to remember how to do my intakes.

"Skyfall."

I kept ventilating rapidly. I was trying to remember my calming technique, but my possessors where so fuzzy that I could hardly make out the world around me.

"Skyfall, hey."

I screamed when I felt something on my shoulder plating. Scrambling back, I stared at a pale red frame. The mech threw his servos in the air as he recoiled to give me space.

The red mech spoke again, "Skyfall, focus. Do you know who I am?"

It took me a moment to remember who this mech was. He was the station's medic. "A-Airvac?"

He nodded a little, "Where are you, Skyfall?"

"A-Ah..." I thought hard as the small copter began to look me over, "M-Metroplex XAX s-spaceport...?"

Behind him where two other mechs. One of the security guards and my manager. All three simply watched me. Me, Skyfall, the tiny seeker hiding under a desk at the city checkpoint.

"Skyfall," Airvac continued, "we called Night Glide. He's coming to pick you up."

Pick me up? As in go home?

I felt tears well up in my optics once more; embarrassed of the situation that I was in.

I felt like an idiot. I was an idiot. The biggest idiot on Cybertron.

I hiccuped but was unable to kept a straight face. I cried quietly, so no one outside of my booth could hear me.

~*~

I was let go for the rest of the day. Night Glide had a protective hold on me the whole flight home. In retrospect, I could have flown back to the apartment on my own turbines, but after making such a scene; all I wanted to do was disappear into my carrier’s compartment and never show myself to Cybertron again. Night Glide didn’t seem to argue against it either.

I must have powered down for a bit because I was forcefully ejected from Night Glide’s container. Primal instinct took over; I transformed from drone to bot and was instantly caught in the slender Seeker’s coils. Nestled softly in his arms.

Long talons gently soothed my plates. I couldn’t help, but to find myself relax in my carrier’s hold. My helm quietly clanked against his chestplate; slowly raising and falling with every intake. We were like that for sometime. I slowly started to realized that Night Glide silence was only to mask the boiling engeron that was running through his tubing. The trembling in his wings gave him away.

“Who…” Night Glide hissed through tight jaws, “Who must I kill for this…?” My processor started running, “Glide, it was an accident. A filing error. Something like that. The office can fix it-”

“That.” He said sharply, “Is not what I am upset about.”

“Oh…” I found myself biting my glossa. “It...wasn’t his fault either. He’s just as tired and homesick as we all are.”

Night Glide simply huffed. Tiny digits found their way to the Seeker’s chestplating. I returned the quiet petting. I hoped it helped him too.

“It’s ok.” I added. I smiled, trying to see if I could coax him to smile with me. “Slug threw his aft to the curb anyways. He’s probably at the bottom of the queue now. I’m probably not going to see that mech ever again.”

Finally, I felt Night Glide’s stiff posture evaporate into the air of the room. The Seeker chuckled; shifting to relax further into the beat up old couch we owned. His tolans cupped me close to his chest. An ever protective grasp.

“Must be embarrassing to be thrown out of a spaceport by a Dinobot, of all things. I wished I could have seen it for myself. I’m sure it was quite amusing for that sludge-drinker.”

I felt myself smirk, “Was that referring to Slug or the mech?”

“Either or really. It doesn’t really matter.”

“Be nice.” I puffed up my plating. I tapped my carrier’s plating in protest. “Slug is my friend.”

“Of course, of course. I know, sweetspark. I’m sorry.”

I crossed my arms. The Seeker gave me the sweetest smile he could muster. The face of weaponised beauty. Night Glide, pits, all Seekers had this knack of sweeping anybot off their feet. A true hidden talent that they all seemed to be sparked with. Damn those Vosian cheekridges.

I hid my faceplates against Night Glide’s chest. I might have had been his Deployer for eons, but he got me with that smile every single time. Sweet Solus Prime.

He chuckled. Then pecked my cheek.

“I love you too…” Night Glide purred in content.

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