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Our Baby Chapter 10Chapter 10
Falcon pulled on his black pants and buttoned them. He pulled his shirt down and stopped when his hand was over his stomach. He smiled as he felt his children moving. "This is it, daddy and I are getting married today. Then we just have to wait for you two to be born. We already have everything ready for you. You both have your own cribs and we even picked what you would wear for you first day home. We have everything planned out. Nothing can go wrong right?" He smiled when the babies kicked as if in approval. He looked at the door when he heard knocking.
"Falcon, its your mother, now open the door and let me in." He smiled and walked to the door letting his mother in. He hugged her as she kissed his cheek. "You look beautiful Falcon. I am so proud of you. Look at you, you're getting married, you're having twins. Everything is perfect." Althea said, as she looked him over. "I feel so proud to be your mom. I just wish your dad cared enough." She wiped a tear from her cheek at
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part One((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I've always thought of myself as a practical mech. I don't grab more than I can carry and if I find myself in a sitch too big for me to process, I know when it's the smart thing to bail. But once in a blue moon, an opportunity springs up that you just can't pass up. A perfect hit. That unsurpassed score.
No bounty hunter can pass that up. Not even me...
Part One: Gears and Glory
It did not take long for word to pass... at least not around Cybertron. According to what was said, the funeral had been stunning. There were precious few faces that were not in attendance at the gathering dedicated to the life and sacrifice of the cyberninja Prowl, whose actions had saved not just one small organic world, but also Cybertron itself. Those in attendance had spoken of the s
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part 4((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
They say that at times, you can't even trust your own family. That someday, eventually, something will happen that will completely warp your beliefs... your acceptance of them. I guess for me, that day was a long time coming.
One would think I'd have learned not to trust so easily after experiences in my past left me where I am today. But I was given a good crew, and I put a great deal of stock in them.
I guess I just never thought something like this would happen...
Part Four: Amaranthine
Bit by bit, information was coming in. None of it was making Blaster happy, and he was tapping his fingers somewhat impatiently on a keypad as he waited for the next bit of data to filter through. Since the revelation that Longarm Prime was really Shockwave in disguise, he had pretty much taken over communicat
Our Baby Chapter 13Chapter 13
Falcon sat on the couch while Wolf was in the backyard mowing the grass. In a few hours, they were going to Tammy's house for the party. He heard the doorbell. "Come in." He yelled. It was hot that day and he was too lazy to get up. He sat up when he heard Jaz and Arya giggling. The girls ran to him and hugged him. "Hey girls how are you feeling?" They sat on the couch, one on each side of him. He looked up when he heard Marie. "Hey Marie. I hope you brought bathing suits for everyone; it is a pool party after all."
"Where is my brother hiding? What did you do, lock him in the basement?" Falcon and the girls laughed.
"No, he is mowing the lawn in the back. He should be in soon; he said it was too nice a day to pass up lawn work. Power to him I say, I think it is too hot to do anything." He leaned back on the couch and smiled at his nieces. He still felt weird calling them that. They leaned on him with their head on his shoulders. "Alright what did you two do or what do you w
The Black World - Chapter One
The Black World
chapter one: Prophecy
In his lifetime there were few things that could scare Connor Penn, the most notable one was the start of a second dragon human war but perhaps the one that unnerved him most was not this but a prophecy only known to few and thought to simply be a myth that would never come true, but this myth, this prophecy would not leave his thoughts. This prophecy foretold of a true evil, the likes of which the world has never known for milenia to come out of the shadows, an evil which would bring ruin to the world and the bond between humanity and dragon kind.
This prophecy foretold the coming of a Titan amongst both men and dragons...
...This prophecy foretold of Prometheus' return...
''His name will be Prometheus
A Titan amongst dragon kind
He will march upon humanity
and when he passes
he will leave nought but destruction in his wake''
but there was a second part of this prophecy which connor was not able to uncover...it foretold of a warrior that would sav
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Epilogue((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
Epilogue: Dark and Winding Road
The room seemed stuffy since he had left it. With all the thoughts going through Prowl's processor right now anyway, it was a wonder he could even truly focus on that much. He stared at the tree, which had grown a bit unruly in the months he'd been away. He would have to tend to it. Perhaps he could find some tranquility in the action where it felt all had been lost in his life.
He could hear Jazz approaching from behind him, and felt the touch on his shoulder fins almost before the other cyberninja's fingers even landed. You've been spendin' a lot of time alone, Prowler, he was commenting softly. You really should try to get back to talkin' with your team. They miss you. Much as it may not seem that way.
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part Two((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I couldn't stop him. I tried. I did what I could, but nothing I could've tried would've stopped the inevitable.
Prowl, please forgive me. I did what I could to make sure he wouldn't desecrate your body, but... Allspark, whatever he does to you, I can only hope that in the end, we'll be able to get you back. If not, I swear to all, I'll kill him with my bare hands...
Part Two: Agent of Chaos
Jazz was silent as Ratchet worked on repairing his injuries to the best of his ability. The medic was not matching his gaze, and Jazz was not sure he wanted him to. Really, no one was looking at the cyberninja. The feeling of defeat was permeable in the makeshift medbay, and not a single spark there was willing to admit it.
Lockdown got away, Bumblebee reported solemnly, Sari
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part Six((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I do what I can for the good of Cybertron. May not always be what others agree with, and it may not be the most popular option, but what I do is for the greater good. I can see that. I've made mistakes in the past and this is my way of making up for it.
So why is it that the only person who seems to be able to see that I'm only doing what's best for everyone else... is me?
Part Six: Twisted and Broken
It was Optimus who first reacted to Sentinel's actions, reaching out to pull the other Prime off his friend. Now wait just a minute, Sentinel! he growled. Ratchet is doing what he has to! He had no other choice to save the girl's life!
And there are also laws about interacting with organics, in case you've forgotten! Sentinel was shoving Opt
Our Baby Mpreg Style Chapter 3The time had come for the first ultra sound. Falcon woke at 6:00 that morning even though his appointment was at 12:00. He was too excited to sleep any longer than that. Wolf promised to be home in time to go to the appointment with him. Until the time came, Falcon worked on his book. Which he had been writing for the past year. Falcon worked on the book all day until he heard the front door open. He turned to see Wolf standing there, "What are you doing sitting there in the pants you wore to bed, you need to get changed the appointment in is half an hour," Falcon looked at the clock and saw it was true, he had been working on his book for over 5 hours.
"Shit, I didn't even eat anything since this morning." He stood up and stretched. That was when Wolf noticed the slight bump to Falcon's stomach. He looked shocked. "What is it, is something wrong?" He began to look himself over before looking back at Wolf. "What?"
Wolf walked over to him and led him to a mirror. "Look, you're starting
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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