note: this was originally intended to be posted during shark week but of course I’m late to everything like a true mexican, so I bring you this! I posted it already on my instagram but thought I’d share it here too! I simply adore them.
Every Sunday morning when the sailors and fishermen leave for the sea, Star and her merman lover, Katakuri, spend some time together. Because nobody is around to see them, they feel safe to be together since nobody will see them. Sometimes, Katakuri will give gifts from the sea to Star, such as the pearl bracelet and necklace she has. As for Star, she always bakes him his favorite food: battered and fried seal meat in the shape of donuts.
Ok so I wrote this thing months ago but at the time I didn’t like it. After rereading it now and only making some minor adjustments, I think it’s not so bad, so here, enjoy.
Starhawk had the slight feeling that the friendship he’d developed between himself and Rodimus over the last three years had somewhat changed, but as he took another sip from his drink (how many refills had he gone through? He couldn’t really remember), he struggled to come up with a way to describe it.
He glanced at the red and yellow prime, who was currently conversing with some of the other crew members. The lights of the bar had been dimmed for the end of the cycle, and the bar would be closing in another hour or two. The blue lighting had an interesting effect on the prime’s finish, the biolights at his sides looked more yellow than red, and the glow of his eyes cast his face in a gentle hue. Rodimus was honestly a stunning mech…
Starhawk nearly choked on his drink and quickly averted his gaze to the tabletop before anyone, especially Rodimus, noticed his staring. Sure, just about anyone could agree that he was good looking, but that time there was an odd, almost painful twist in his chest as he thought it.
What could that have possibly been about? Should he get checked out at the medical bay?
He shook his head lightly and finished off his drink with a large gulp.
No, he’s had spark pains before, he knew how those felt. This was entirely different. His head felt a bit lighter and his frame was a bit tingly. Hawk glanced at the empty glass in his hand with a frown.
Maybe he was over indulging on the drinks.
But what if I actually like Rodimus? As in really like him?
Oh, that thought made his energon run cold for a second. Hawk always enjoyed hanging out with the prime, but they were more like drinking buddies than anything else. They hardly spoke outside of the bar, mostly because Rodimus was kept busy by Ultra Magnus and Megs.
But that was it.
But what if-
He shut that thought down immediately. Nope. No way. Not happening. He’s never liked anyone like that before.
A chorus of laughter helped stall his thoughts and he turned his attention to the small crowd next to him.
What exactly changed?
Three years ago he would’ve looked at all of their faces, but now he hadn’t paid the others any attention at all.
How would I describe our relationship now?
Rodimus had his head thrown back, his eyes were closed and his mouth open in a wide smile. Laughter rocked through his frame.
Starhawk felt another weird twist in his spark and quickly got up from his seat. He mumbled a very quiet ‘excuse me’ to no one in particular as he turned and hurried out of the bar. He thought he heard the laughter subside and someone call his name, but ignored it. Clearly he overindulged and needed to sleep off the engex. He would forget about his ridiculous half-drunken thoughts when he wakes up the next cycle.