#sparkling anonymous

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A little bright eyed blue mechling sat on prowls desk searching around curiously, the green highlights and a note attatched to his back read, 'Ostaros'

Prowl looked at the sparkling in his office and he almost panicked. Ostara was in his arms and cooing at the broad shoulders sparkling, making Prowl so glad that no one but him knew the sparkling’s potential origins. The multiverse was a wide place.

He want over and tried to pick up the other sparkling in his arms, holding him in his left arm, and against his chest as he breaks for Ostaras room. He’ll put them in there after he’d see if the sparkling needed energon…

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*Ostara has fallen asleep midplay with some of the new toys theyve gotten. Several blocks have been used to build some sort of castle, that was slightly knocked over when the sparklet was knocked out in recharge. Tiny beeps left them as they lay slumped over the blocks.*

He heard a tumble and looked over from his work, seeing the sparkling face-first over their toppled kingdom. He didn’t let out any noise of acknowledgment or any noise as he stood up from his seat. He turned around and picked up Ostara from the floor, supporting their helm before placing the head on his shoulder as he carried them. He used his foot to reign in the blocks and he pushed them to the wall.

He left the room to put the sparkling in the recharge cradle. The recharging berth letting out a tiny pop and it’s heaters going off as the small sparkling was detected and attached to the slab on their stomach. Prowl pet him gently from the back of his head to the small of his back, missing the resting doorwings as that’d awaken him.

“Goodnight, sweet prince.”

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*Your sparkling very proud of her work hands you a drawing of you and her but the draw looks like one of those very strange abstract paintings* The sparkling very excitedly says: "this is you and this is me smwiling!!!"

“It’s nice. I don’t smile a lot, so I’m glad you captured my likeness!”

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*Your sparkling hands you a shoddely wrapped present. Its some rust sticks and a spoon?* Christ-cwistmaaas!* Where did they even get these things??? Who even helped them? They look pleased before getting distracted by the tree.*

Prowl doesn’t have the spark to call the sparkling back to talk to them about the strange gift or ask where they got it. He undid the wrapping and unfastened the spoon from the side, he noticed the box was kinda shifty and he opened it slowly. The rust sticks were half melted and Prowl almost gagged, how… ?

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*While the sparkling is in Prowl lap, I hope hes prepared for the little ones spontantous humming and singing. The little one is currently burbling some sort of lullaby every little sparkling is thaught at the center.* "UUUAAAAHH! Adbrmloo~" *Have mercy on the cop bot little one, hes trying to work...*

He lets the sparkling sing to its sparks content.

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*The sparkling runs to you and clings to your leg then looks at you with wide blue optics and yell " sire sire!" at you*

He looks down and let’s a sad frown cover his lips. He pat them on their helm before noticing these were their first words.

‘I’m not your sire, but I do care for you.’

“Good job!” He said proudly.

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* The little sparkling has been trailing after Prowl in his habsuit, beeping and burbling with a sunny glee. Their plating has shifted to reveal teeny tiny winglets. They have been mimicing Prowls Doorwing talk all day, maybe even some rude ones. The tiny one is having fun though, currently playing pretend with some old energon cubes. *

He hears the little hinges squeaking as the sparkling fiddles with some cubes, he looks back at the sparkling every now and again if he hears a particularly loud noise. He scoots his chair back, picks them and some cubes up, and let’s them sit in his lap as he works and gently scratches under their chin.

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*The little sparkling chirruped happily, before burrowing themselves against Prowls sparkchamber. Their tiny AM field showed a bundle of emotions, with curiousity and "happy" with "safe!" most prominent. Their field mingled with his, as their beepin' soundet strangly like "papa!" This is one very confused but assertive little beep Prowl had on him.*

This sparkling was going to be the death of his will to give them up. This is why you get hurt! This is why you suffer in the end! He takes them to his refueling station and he puts about ¼ of a full cube up to their face.

He sighs as they drink up gleefully.