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Holding you close, Blades cradled you gently to sleep. Your tiny movements were enough to make his Spark melt.
"Milk. We need milk," Heatwave fumbled about with the toddler manual he got from the adoption centre. "What else does she need?"
Blades sighed. "Come on, Heats, she's five years old. She can practically do most things on her own. Don't be so nervous."
That's when you let out a huge yawn, signalling to your new parents that you've just woken up, and what you desire is attention. Of course, Blades knew what to do. He hyped you up with the "Hello sweetie!" and the "Oh my baby" and phrases of similarity.
You slid down Blades's arm and made your way to Heatwave, who immediately crouched down and inspected you. His optics is telling you something: he doesn't know how to take care of a sparkling, let alone a human child whose needs are obviously different.
"You are my new dad!" you exclaimed with a genuine but sloppy smile.
"Yes, I am," Heatwave smiled back softly. "What do you want to do?"
"Play!" you giggled with both your arms raised high up in the air.
"Heatwave, get in your holoform and play with her," Blades advised, knowing how much Heatwave was already panicking about how less he knew on taking care of another sparkling.
At once, your new dad appeared in a smaller (but still bigger than you) size. His hair is straight, but cut so that it's in a fixed shape. His eyes are fiery orange - just like his orange optics. His chin is slightly covered by a blanket of 'stache. He's wearing firefighter's pants that has straps for his shoulders and a white t-shirt.
Not in uniform, but not completely out of uniform.
"Let's play tag," you suggested with a cheeky smile. "You're it!"
Before Heatwave could even respond, you dashed away. The day continued on with your constant mocking of Heatwave and casual comfort with Blades.
"Okay, my turn to spend time with my little cutie," Blades got into his holoform and immediately picked you up as if you weighed nothing.
Your giggles grew more and more frequent when Blades threw you high up in the air and caught you on time. Just something about spending time with him made you feel better.
"Higher!" you had pleaded. Blades, with weak noodle-arms, panted, and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I lost my strength," Blades sighed. "Let's find something else to do, shall we?"
"Aww, okay," you reluctantly agreed.
A moment later, you and Blades had built your very own human-sized pillow fort. By then, Heatwave had just came back from his patrol. When his holoform went into the pillow fort, he found you sleeping comfortably beside Blades with his arms embracing you.
Blades motioned for Heatwave to be quiet and come join in on the cuddling. Soon, the three, being a small family, snuggled together for a good hour or two.
The peace and quiet is something both Heatwave and Blades found it hard to enjoy. The overwhelming anxiety of the alarm sounding at any point lives in everyone's processor rent free.
Oddly, for today, Griffin Rock stayed quiet.
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Transformers Oneshots!
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...
