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One Shot 6, from my story "The Polar Star" TFP (Part 2)

Megatronus and the jet were in the train, empty of passengers given the time, and the flyer seemed to regret having challenged the gladiator... The latter did not fail to notice it, and sneered:

"Next time, you'll think twice about challenging me!

- "The next time" ? repeated the red and silver robot. Oh? Because you want to meet again?"

The Vossian smiled mischievously, and the tall silver robot stammered:

"What?! No! It was a way of speaking!

- Don't stress! I'm teasing you, that's all! laughed the Seeker.

- Oh... uh... yeah, of course, I knew it!"

The jet laughed softly, apparently not convinced at all.

"In any case, you neither really don't want to go home, it seems... the flyer noticed.

- What?! What makes you say that?! Megatronus exclaimed.

- Well... Hm... I don't know... Maybe the fact that you're bringing a complete stranger back to Vos?

- Oh yeah...

- I may be on drugs, but I'm not stupid...

- Very contradictory since taking drugs is stupid!

- He said... It's not normal energon that you ordered in that bar, I'll call you back!

- Yeah, yeah... *Sigh*... I'm starting to regret bringing you back!

- Well, go, go! Since I consider waking me up was an act of rescue, you owe me nothing! Get off at the next stop, please!

- No!

- Pff...

- I feel like I'm bothering you...

- Not that your presence bothers me, but the situation is still a little weird... After all, what was the probability that two broken robots would meet in a bar? ... Oh... Heh... Sounds like the start of a bad joke...”

The Vossian laughed at his own remark, and the gladiator chuckled slightly. The Seeker looked out the train window, and smiled:

"We soon arrived at Vos!"

The large silver robot looked back, and took pleasure of the view offered to him. The City was magnificent! Great towers of glass and metal rose high in the clouds, while lights softly lit up every part of the sky like a thousand stars. It was the first time Megatronus had seen this City-state and he couldn't help saying:

"Wow...

- Beautiful, right? laughed the jet.

- Rather yes.

- Resplendent on the outside, but rotten on the inside... It's very sad...

- ..."

The gladiator looked back at the flyer, and did not fail to notice a glimmer of sadness in his optics.

"What do you mean? Finally asked the big silver robot.

- Our Winglord is a good person, most of the time. But the same cannot be said of the Commander of the Seekers... the Vossian huffed.

- Explain.

- Commander Thurst is a complete jerk... Arrogant and incompetent... Everything I hate... Besides, sometimes he doesn't even pay us... He and his trine live in total idleness, while some of us even had trouble buying energon while paying our rent...

- ... Do you often talk about your problems to strangers?

- ... No... but just as a reminder, it was you who asked... And then, I don't have all my head, remember? Hm... "Maybe he's lying", that's what you think, right?

- I find it very hard to think that the higher castes live with problems equivalent to the less privileged ones...

- Ha! Ha! Ha! And then it's your conjux who has narrowed optics?! Yours is just as skimpy!

- I beg your pardon?! I'm trying to change things!

- Really? Tss... Oh yes, of course... You are skeptical about me, well, know that it's the same for me about you... You changed your situation by conjuxing you with a more privileged, well done, but that doesn't make you a revolutionary...

- I really love Orion!

- You love him? ...I don't doubt about it... It shows in your reaction... I didn't say otherwise... I'm just telling you to stop telling me that you're trying to change things if you don't do anything...

- And you stop complaining if it's for doing nothing!

- ...

- Tss...

- This meeting suddenly becomes particularly unpleasant...

- I think the same...

- ... Pffff..."

The Seeker rested his arms on the windowsill of the train, and rested his head in his arms.

“Hey! Don't fall asleep!" Megatronus exclaimed, shaking the jet.

The latter sighed ostentatiously, and raised his head, before growling:

"What an annoyance...

- You too are quite an annoyance! replied the gladiator.

- Ooh, we make a pair, that's good...

- ... Say, why don't you talk about your problem with your Commander at the Winglord?

- Uh... Because it's the Winglord! It's a bit obvious actually... He has other things to do...

- It's about his army anyway...

- ... Indeed... But, normally, the Seekers complain to their Commander about what is wrong, and the latter is obliged to take their remarks into account, so there is no reason to complain directly at the Winglord... Especially since the Commander of the Seekers is chosen on the basis of merit, after passing a series of tests, alone and with his trine. So there is no reason to complain about his skills, normally.

- And therefore, your Commander doesn't take the remarks into account?

- We complained once... We were punished for our remarks... Since then, no one has said anything, he succeeded well...

- ... And if someone wants to take the place of the Commander, how should he go about it?

- ... Why this question?

- Answer, just...

- Well, he claims to want to lead the 'Duel Wings', and passes the tests against the Commander of the Seekers... Alone and with his trine... But, it's very rare...

- What conditions must be met to conduct this 'Duel Wings'?

- You have to be a leader of a Trigone, and be recognized for your Seeker skills.

- Can the Commander refuse?

- No, it's a serious offense to do so...

- Then nothing prevents someone from interposing against this Thrust... Isn't it?

- To intervene against- Ha! Ha! Ha! No it's true !

- What's stopping you from doing it? From what I've seen you fight pretty well.

- ... Primus... Is this situation real? Are you asking me to do it?! No kidding?!

- I'm serious. You got the conditions, right?

- Yeah... kinda... But, wait, you're saying, to me, to confront Thrust?! Of all the Seekers, it should be me?!

- Why not? You don't want?

- Oh yes! I'm dying to put my fist in that fragger's face! That's not the problem!

- So what?

- ... The others might not want me as Commander...

- Why?

- ... It's complicated...

- Don't complain, if you have a solution but you don't want to move to do it!

- ... OK ! So, I don't know how you manage to live in an idealistic world, when frankly you should be one of the last to be! But you don't seem to understand that life isn't as simple as running into your problem and smashing it with your fists like a big brute! Sometimes you have chains that prevent you from getting rid of your problem!

- You just have to break those chains too!

- ..."

The train stopped, and the doors opened letting other passengers board. The other two remained perfectly silent, and Megatronus whispered:

"You don't particularly want to have this Commander all your life, do you?"

The flyer didn't answer, but his look said a lot. His wings tightened in annoyance, which the gladiator might try to interpret, and the Vossian hissed in irritation. He turned his attention back to the window, continuing to watch the landscape pass before him, without taking a look at the large silver robot. There was a long silence, until a new stop, and most of the passengers got off, leaving only a few...

“Are you going to sulk much longer? Megatronus asked.

- I'm not sulking... grumbled the Seeker.

- Oh yes, I believe you...

- ... Well, let's talk about something else.

- You love changing subject I see.

- This is my passion!"

The flyer laughed lightly, and the gladiator smiled. Finally, the two robots arrived at their destination. The Vossian rose quickly, and exclaimed:

“Oh! I'm going down there! See ya !

- Hey! Wait! called out the large silver robot, following the Seeker outside the train.

- *Sigh*! What now?!

- When I said I was taking you home, I didn't mean to the station!

- You want to take me home?

- Yes !

- It's super creepy... What are you exactly, a kind of unsubtle stalker...?

- What?! No! Not at all! It's just that I'm sure you're not going to back home!

- Pfff…”

The flyer pouted, then looked away, and the gladiator waited for him to stop sulking.

"OK! Fine!" the Vossian sighed.

The duo got out of the station, and started walking in the empty streets of Vos, which were really not passable for the Grounders, considering how their structures were... The Seeker tried to walk quickly to outrun Megatronus, but with no real success.

"Nice try. said the big silver robot.

- Too bad..." the flyer taunted.

They ended up arriving in front of a large tower, but it was not as bright as the others...

"Is this where you live... ? asked the gladiator.

- It's discordant comparing to others, right? I live in one of the apartments on the floor almost above." the Seeker said, pointing to a window.

The Vossian opened the door to enter the tower, and turned to Megatronus, before smiling:

"I don't think you need to walk me back to my lodging.

- No, indeed. laughed the big silver robot.

- Well, it was nice to debate with you, and other times less nice, but hey, so, see you!

- Wait!

- What?

- I don't even know your name.

- Do you really want to know my name?

- Well, yes, in case I see you hanging out in a bar again, I won't say: "Hey! The drugged Vossian!"

- Ha! Ha! No, it's indeed preferable!

- So?

- Introduce yourself first.

- Don't you already know my name? If you know the name of my conjux, you must know mine.

- Yes, but it's for being formal.

- ... Very well then... My name is Megatronus. And you?

- I'm Starscream. Nice to meet you, Megatronus."

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narcissarina · 1 month

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𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,301

Summary: Your father hired Leon as your bodyguard.

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴

Leon Scott fucking Kennedy

The name that you heard so much from the news and to the mouths of your family. They even think of hiring him as your bodyguard, to protect you from danger—danger from this world.

“He’s big and strong, a kind of man you need.” You remember your father utter those words, as if he’s implying that you couldn’t protect yourself. Isn’t that why you started to learn martial arts? You think you don’t need a man to save you from danger when you can fight danger on your own, as long as you train hard enough.

Men are shit, that’s what you always thought.

Your father is shit, he left you with your struggling mother who tried everything to provide for you. Then he had the audacity to take you away from her when she passed.

Your exes are shit, they either cheated on your or just didn’t made time for you. They’re assholes, you despise their good for nothing excuses.

Then degenerates you see on the streets, eyeing you and catcalling you as if you were some trophy to won over nor steal.

You wanted to test this bodyguard of yours his patience, how long will it take before he snaps and leaves.

Such a thrilling experience, right?

𝙸.

Rolling over in your bed, you groan and hit your pillow a few times then threw it across your room. Ever since your asshole of a father took you in after your mom’s funeral, he took you in without asking if you have a say in it. Although you and your mother struggled financially, she was a good mother—working extra hours to earn little salary just to buy you new toys and essentials when you were young.

You despise your father, despise those fancy dresses he buys to you, despise those expensive gifts that he bought for you a few weeks ago. You just hate everything in this household.

Your step-mom was a little controlling, whenever you put on a slight revealing outfit—she would comment about it and make you change clothes, although you don’t listen and just went out with that outfit, she’d glare as if someone committed a sin in front of her.

You got up from bed, grumbling. Reaching out to find your phone on the bedside drawer and check the time, 9:20 AM.

Slowly then quickly getting out of bed to shower, brush your teeth, put on make-up. If step-mom was here, she’d asked; “who are you getting dolled up for, honey?” faking an innocent tone.

Mind your business, bitch.

You wore a fitted top, flared jeans and the converse heels that your mother bought for you—it was expensive as hell, but you appreciate every hard effort that your mother gives. Just to make her only child happy.

You always clean it whenever it gets dirty, even a slightest dust would bother you and you’d whine and get angry when it gets even a slightest dirt.

Your mom did say that she had to borrow some money to buy those heels for you, but you didn’t get a chance who she loans to. You wanted to pay her back and help her with the expenses, even wanting to help her pay those money back. But she declined, she said that all she wanted is that to see her little baby pretty, healthy and happy.

Looking at yourself in the full length mirror, turning around to see if it’s a match and that you’re ready to slay for the day. You grabbed your bag with what you need and got downstairs, you were greeted with the aroma of delicious food at the kitchen. One of father’s maids was cooking your breakfast, “morning.” You greet her with a smile.

The maid turn and smiled, “morning, miss!” seeing you greet her with a smile every morning she cooks for you, gives a warming sensation to the maids heart, “can I have some coffee, please?” you asked nicely, the maid nods and follows as she serve your plat in front of you. You always ask so politely, always saying please and saying it in a calm tone—well, your father is like that too, but you’re stepmother? She demands.

“would you like your coffee to be hot or iced?” the question made you snap away from your thoughts, fiddling with your pen and staring blankly at your assignment that you should’ve done last night, but laziness hits so who could blame you? Your friends.

“iced please.” You turn back to your assignment, “professor didn’t even teach this in class, what the…” you grip onto your hair and let out a frustrated sigh. Maybe if Sarina came to school today, she’ll teach you, right?

You felt something cold next to your cheek, you flinch at the cold and snap your eyes towards the maid. She chuckle, “sorry, miss. I could not help myself.” God even the maid in this house speaks expensive.

You smiled and took your ice coffee and thank the maid, which she always bow with elegance and say, “I am happy to serve you.” As if you were her master and she’s your slave, serving you and taking your request as demands.

You ate and left. Walked to school? No, your father wouldn’t let you. He’ll order every helper around the house to have you driven to school, he’d even go far as fire a random servant when you go against his words—so not only you didn’t listen, but also got a servant (who’s minding their own business) in trouble.

You didn’t want that, so you just follow what your father says and be a good little girl.

You practically zoned out throughout the entire ride, your driver not wanting to offend if he breaths wrong and get him fired, he asked nervously. “M-Ma’am…” he starts and you snap back to reality, “we have arrived at your destination.” Embarrassed as you are, zoning out throughout the entire ride—you check the time, 10:10 AM. You look at the driver in the eye and smiled at him, “thank you!” and left him some tip.

“Ma’am, I-I can’t take this!” the driver yelled, but you were already inside the school ground, the drivers voice didn’t reach your ear because you have an assignment to turn in. Wanting to find Sarina quick, you know just the place she’ll be in.

The library, because she is a book whore.

Quickly making your way to the library, you spot her. Finally! You spoke in your mind and rushes up to her, your heels clicking. Sarina was alerted and look up from her book, her gaze was killing but when she knew it was you—it softens, this bitch doesn’t like to be interrupted when she’s reading. But if it’s you? She’ll make an exception.

“Forgot to do your assignment last night, or did laziness hit?” she asked, “can I say both?” you try to pretty blink your way out of that question, she rolled her eyes and place the bookmark in her book and snap it close. Hit you with the head slightly (since she’s reading a thick ass book in a hardbound cover.)

“That tactics doesn’t work on me, you know?” you sulk in defeat and nodded, “can you pleeeaaase give me a break down of chapter three and four?” you plead, sitting down and she follows. She cock a brow, “I’ll buy you books.” You try to bribe her, using her weakness and love for books—you know she couldn’t refuse for free stuff, right?

“deal.” She scoots over and starts to explain every possible detail of the chapter you’re struggling—not only you have a smart friend, you get a free tutor that you could only understand because the one most of your prof recommends are shit at explaining, couldn’t be at the same level of speech and understanding.

But Sarina? She adjust her speech and use examples that you could easily understand than speaking in riddles because she knew you’re that dumb, but you’re her little dumb, dumb.

Time check: 10:30 AM, that’s how fast and long how Sarina break down chapter three and four, you wonder why she hasn’t been taking advance lessons.

20 minutes and you took down notes from what Sarina said, you still have 20 more minutes to turn in your assignments. You look at Sarina with your pretty little eyes, “thank you, bestie.” You form your lips into a pout and hug her, “you are my savior.” You coo and pinch her cheeks gently, she cringe and hit you on the shoulder with her book, “stop doing that. And get to work.” She clicks her tongue and chuckle at you.

“Yes, ma’am!” you salute and stress on your assignment, muttering what Sarina said and looking back at your notes. Your posture is like a shrimp, Sarina wonder how you get so comfortable in that position—she remembers snapping at you because of your posture. You whine at her that day and sulk.

The girl watch you write down your answers, turn pages and look back and forth to your notes. She wonders why you act so differently towards her then you’re a strong fucking women towards other people, as if she had a little puppy—not a friend.

“Done!” you yelled, which got you harshly shush by the librarian, you bow to apologies and aggressive shake Sarina and chanting thank you and that she’s your savior.

“I promise to buy you books, you can get anything you want.” Those words were dangerous, you utter them to a literal book girlie. She’s going to empty your funding’s, so hope for the best.

Minutes later you came back and sat down next to her again, “turn it in?” she asked, “right on time.” You proudly said and lay your head over to her shoulder, clinging to her as if you’re a fucking koala.

“Jesus, you really need a fucking boyfriend. You cling like a lost koala.” Sarina said and try to get you off of her arm, which you wrap your hands around and refuse to let go.

“but I don’t have a boyfriend.” You try to sound sad to piss her off, “because you reject them, darling.” She rolls and gets back on reading. You let out a small boo-ho and still clings to her shoulder.

Prof was absent so you and your friend got some free time on the first period, silence was so loud that you began to get bored. Until she speaks, “by the way, have you seen the news?”

You cock your head, “hm?” you hum, “there’s been reports of women mysteriously disappearing then finding their location to another island.”

Interest sets in and you listens, loosening your grip from her arm, “heck, even the president’s daughter isn’t safe.”

“wait, wait. Hold your horses, even the president’s daughter?”

“Even. The presidents daughter.”

Jaw drop and crossing your legs, “tell me more.”

“apparently they sent their most best and dangerous agent.” Sarina said, giggling to herself and closing the book—oh wow, this motherfucker never closes her books before when she talks. Interesting.

“he got the presidents daughter safe and return home. Like, ack! He’s so dreamy, girl!”

You nod, so—the agent was a male. God you hate men, really. But hid an ick expression.

“his name is Leon Kennedy, by the way.” You see how your friend bit her lip and got back being all giggly to her book.

Leon Kennedy.

You heard the name before, you father said that if these kind of cases continue—he’ll have Leon Kennedy as your bodyguard, that’s right. Leon fucking Kennedy.

You hate how your father sees you as a meek and timid girl who can’t protect yourself, even your step-mom. Saying it’s for the better, my ass, you said in your mind and just zoned out.

Class ended at two sharp, your driver waiting for you as he greeted you with a smile and lifting his hat to add extra respect. You don’t know why father trained them like this but you don’t wanna ask either.

The whole ride, you talk with the driver for the first time—well, he asked you first. Asking how your day went by and setting the atmosphere something light and fun, he felt like a father to you for a moment, he advises like a dad and share his stories. He has a daughter too, he is a dad.

You almost let it slip, “you were the father I wanted.”

But he didn’t heard that and kept making still making bad dad jokes, it was so lame and bad that it made you laugh. You know one thing in mind, that your own father could not do this to you and with you.

Arriving home, several maids and butlers line up at the front door where you enter—greeting you in sync, their voices sounded like AI, “greetings and welcome back, young miss.” They said and you just stood there dumbfounded.

Still not used to this kind of treatment, “uhm, dismiss?” you said quietly, which all of them heard—they bow and left, completely dismissing them. As if they’re a trained slaves, you shudder at the feeling and something catches at the corner of your eyes, father was talking to someone.

Who is he?

He’s tall, broad shoulders, dirty blonde hair, blue iced eyes. He’s taller than your father, probably 5’11?

“Father.” You said, as much as you hate addressing him father, you just had to. “I’m home.”

“Ah! Lovely.” Father smiled, and gesture you to come closer. “dear, this man will be your bodyguard from now on.”

Huh.

Your mind absent and felt like time freezes, bodyguard?

“My name’s Leon. Leon Kennedy.”

No fucking way.

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