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Pitch black, an aspect of a beautiful, starry night Blades dislikes.
"Can we go home, please?" Blades whines. Warm arms embraces him from behind.
"Is there a problem, honey?" Heatwave asks softly near the helicopter-bot's audio receptor.
"I don't like the dark, it's scawy," Blades mutters. Heatwave tightens his grip on Blades' waist.
"Nothing is going to harm you, I promise," Heatwave growls as he hears a wolf howl. Blades yelps as he jumps into Heatwave's arms. The red mech holds his petrified mech as he carefully hikes up the hill.
"We're almost there, everyone," Chief announces before hearing a thunderous bang. Flames engulf a few trees before spreading fast towards the large group. Most of the group scatters like ants despite the crystal clear instructions Chief had provided. A tree cracks, heading straight for the mechs.
Blades screams as he jumps out of his berth.
"Blades?" Heatwave groans as he sits up whilst rubbing his face lightly. He sees his precious mech curled up into a ball as he trembles from fear. The fire mech stretches out an arm before pulling the precious mech of his dreams close to his chassis.
"I'm here for you, don't worry," Heatwave soothes. "I'm here for you, Sparks..."
A/N:
Do I need to apologise that this is short? Well heck no, enjoy you son of a gun.
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FanfictionFinishing up requests left from 2024 that I accepted. Possibly starting a new oneshots book (still Transformers) but non-explicit. Regarding which series I write for, just look through the title of each part, then you should grasp an idea on what I...
