Title: New Promises
Author/Artist:
beckyh2112
Rating: G
Warnings: Cavity-inducing. Marsupial Autobots.
Word count: 265
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Bluestreak/Smokescreen: mpreg – "Well, *that* was unexpected."
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Smokescreen tickled the edges of Bluestreak's hood, making the grey Datsun giggle and the little ones inside chirp. He caught his finger on the latch at the center of the hood, glanced at Bluestreak for permission, then carefully opened it up to peek at the kids. Their kids.
They stirred in the light, three little soft shapes. They were all plastic and wires right now, still feeding off of Bluestreak's systems. A few more weeks, and they'd be ready to climb out and wander around on their own. Ratchet said they would have their first layer of armor by then, and that they would be able to drink small amounts of energon. The good doctor had also said that as soon as they stopped returning to Bluestreak's hood, they should bring the children into Medical so they could be placed into full-bodies and get the programming downloads they would need to become adults.
People had no time to be children anymore. Not in this war.
But Smokescreen was going to enjoy their babies for as long as they remained that way. He honked softly, just the barest tap on his horn, and grinned as their teeny optics flared and they honked back.
Gently, he closed Bluestreak's hood. "They're adorable."
"They get it from us." The grey Datsun gave him a dazzling smile and wriggled back in his seat on the berth until he could rest his back against the wall.
Smokescreen considered the picture his lover made, the way his hood shone, the soft little chirps from inside. "No. They get it all from you."
End
Author/Artist:
Rating: G
Warnings: Cavity-inducing. Marsupial Autobots.
Word count: 265
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Bluestreak/Smokescreen: mpreg – "Well, *that* was unexpected."
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Smokescreen tickled the edges of Bluestreak's hood, making the grey Datsun giggle and the little ones inside chirp. He caught his finger on the latch at the center of the hood, glanced at Bluestreak for permission, then carefully opened it up to peek at the kids. Their kids.
They stirred in the light, three little soft shapes. They were all plastic and wires right now, still feeding off of Bluestreak's systems. A few more weeks, and they'd be ready to climb out and wander around on their own. Ratchet said they would have their first layer of armor by then, and that they would be able to drink small amounts of energon. The good doctor had also said that as soon as they stopped returning to Bluestreak's hood, they should bring the children into Medical so they could be placed into full-bodies and get the programming downloads they would need to become adults.
People had no time to be children anymore. Not in this war.
But Smokescreen was going to enjoy their babies for as long as they remained that way. He honked softly, just the barest tap on his horn, and grinned as their teeny optics flared and they honked back.
Gently, he closed Bluestreak's hood. "They're adorable."
"They get it from us." The grey Datsun gave him a dazzling smile and wriggled back in his seat on the berth until he could rest his back against the wall.
Smokescreen considered the picture his lover made, the way his hood shone, the soft little chirps from inside. "No. They get it all from you."
End
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Date: 2008-06-08 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-11 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-08 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-11 11:40 pm (UTC)Probably shouldn't be, since I know I adore it at work when the babies respond to me.
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Date: 2008-06-08 01:13 am (UTC)Really original idea. Great fic!
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Date: 2008-06-11 11:39 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-06-08 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-11 11:36 pm (UTC)Marsupials are neat.
Jets lay eggs.no subject
Date: 2008-06-12 06:49 pm (UTC)... THIS IS NOW MY CANON.
I don't even want to think about Insecticons.no subject
Date: 2008-06-12 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-08 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-11 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-08 06:08 am (UTC)Marsupials eh? Nice touch!
*goes off to fav*
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Date: 2008-06-11 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-11 08:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-11 11:35 pm (UTC)*honks at 'lantis*
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Date: 2008-06-12 06:48 pm (UTC)*honks back*
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Date: 2008-06-14 08:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-25 09:56 pm (UTC)Mpreg is one of those things I tend to do oddly with robots, because I have a hard time figuring out why Transformers would need to grow up. Especially in G1, where we've got two gestalt teams created on-screen for us. So... It gets weird when I write mpreg. Heh.
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Date: 2008-06-14 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-01 08:14 am (UTC)Three, huh? Well, that would fit, seeing as a kangaroo mom can get three kids going at once...I hope Ratchet offered those two contraceptives or the Ark's going to be overrun in short order. :P