Advent Adventures - Day 11
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camfieldI still have edits and revisions on a paper due in tonight. But for you all? I bring sucky fic!
Day 11
NEW FANDOM! - Lazytown!
Characters: Sportacus
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I've actually been wanting to write for this fandom for like, ever. Time I clammed up and wrote!
Day 12
Characters: Perceptor, Sideswipe
Rating: PG13
"I don't think that goes there."
Perceptor looked at the schematics again, turning them ninty degrees. "Perhaps this way?"
Sideswipe heaved a vent of frustration, flopping back down on his elbow joints. "Come ON Perce! We've been at this for hours. At least let's take a break for Energon or something."
The microscope gave him a bland look. "You are more than capable of going and retrieving your own Energon. I am sure that you do not need my explicit permission for that."
"What if I wanted the company of the sexiest scientist in the Galaxy?"
Then you should go ask them and stop bothering me if you don't plan on helping me. Honestly Sideswipe. This is FOR you. You could try to act more invested in the production. Making sure the instructions are followed properly is key to having a stable result."
Look, Perce, it's a berth. It isn't like i'm going to be doing backflips on it. Recharge babe, that is what happens on a berth.
The look Perceptor gave him was positively smoldering. "That is not the only thing that happens in a berth Sideswipe. I told you that some assembly was required, however if you uninterested in finishing, I am sure that I can convince Wheeljack to continue with me. It will need to be tested when we've finished building it after all."
Sideswipe gaped, then a lascivious grins slowly appeared. His optics darkening. "No, I think that I just found a little incentive to finish this thing with you after all."
Day 11
NEW FANDOM! - Lazytown!
Characters: Sportacus
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I've actually been wanting to write for this fandom for like, ever. Time I clammed up and wrote!
There were things, Sportacus though, that children weren’t supposed to know that they did already. At eight, Stephanie was already giving him the same look that Bessie did. The one that he wasn’t supposed to notice, because it was only when they thought he wasn’t looking at them. The one that made their cheeks turn red and their eyes darken, changing their colors in ways the best makeup could only dream of doing.
One part of him ate up the attention. There were no other elves in Lazytown, hell there weren’t any elves within a hundred miles, and as much as Sportacus loved the children they weren’t really made for adult understanding or conversation. At least, he refused to involve them in his personal life to that extent. Whether or not both an eight year old and a forty-two year old lusted after him, he was loathe to include any of the members of Lazytown in the spare moments he had free. Not because he didn’t like them, but because there were times when even a superhero needed a little time to himself.
Especially when said superhero had been celibate for over a decade and the potential partner pool was... limited.
Sportacus wasn’t one to break up a marriage, no matter how unhappy it seemed.
And in all honesty, masturbation didn’t work for him at all. The physical was no problem, it was just another form of exercise after all, but the fact that there was no emotional connection when he was at his most vulnerable was... unsettling. His magic reached out, always searching for a partner. Always searching for a mind to connect with, to share with. Elves weren’t solitary creatures, no matter how hard they tried to deny it. Given enough time without proper connection, Sportacus would turn the exact same ways that his ancestors had. To the animals.
There was a reason that some elves were born with exceptionally strong nature magick.
He was not blessed with that particular affliction, however there were times when he could feel the pull of creatures in the forest and had to make a conscious decision to stay on board his ship.
It all boiled down to the most basic of basic instincts. And Sportacus knew that he needed to find someone soon if he wanted to keep himself from sending another species of female’s into swooning.
Or to keep himself from turning into a deer humper.
One part of him ate up the attention. There were no other elves in Lazytown, hell there weren’t any elves within a hundred miles, and as much as Sportacus loved the children they weren’t really made for adult understanding or conversation. At least, he refused to involve them in his personal life to that extent. Whether or not both an eight year old and a forty-two year old lusted after him, he was loathe to include any of the members of Lazytown in the spare moments he had free. Not because he didn’t like them, but because there were times when even a superhero needed a little time to himself.
Especially when said superhero had been celibate for over a decade and the potential partner pool was... limited.
Sportacus wasn’t one to break up a marriage, no matter how unhappy it seemed.
And in all honesty, masturbation didn’t work for him at all. The physical was no problem, it was just another form of exercise after all, but the fact that there was no emotional connection when he was at his most vulnerable was... unsettling. His magic reached out, always searching for a partner. Always searching for a mind to connect with, to share with. Elves weren’t solitary creatures, no matter how hard they tried to deny it. Given enough time without proper connection, Sportacus would turn the exact same ways that his ancestors had. To the animals.
There was a reason that some elves were born with exceptionally strong nature magick.
He was not blessed with that particular affliction, however there were times when he could feel the pull of creatures in the forest and had to make a conscious decision to stay on board his ship.
It all boiled down to the most basic of basic instincts. And Sportacus knew that he needed to find someone soon if he wanted to keep himself from sending another species of female’s into swooning.
Or to keep himself from turning into a deer humper.
Day 12
Characters: Perceptor, Sideswipe
Rating: PG13
"I don't think that goes there."
Perceptor looked at the schematics again, turning them ninty degrees. "Perhaps this way?"
Sideswipe heaved a vent of frustration, flopping back down on his elbow joints. "Come ON Perce! We've been at this for hours. At least let's take a break for Energon or something."
The microscope gave him a bland look. "You are more than capable of going and retrieving your own Energon. I am sure that you do not need my explicit permission for that."
"What if I wanted the company of the sexiest scientist in the Galaxy?"
Then you should go ask them and stop bothering me if you don't plan on helping me. Honestly Sideswipe. This is FOR you. You could try to act more invested in the production. Making sure the instructions are followed properly is key to having a stable result."
Look, Perce, it's a berth. It isn't like i'm going to be doing backflips on it. Recharge babe, that is what happens on a berth.
The look Perceptor gave him was positively smoldering. "That is not the only thing that happens in a berth Sideswipe. I told you that some assembly was required, however if you uninterested in finishing, I am sure that I can convince Wheeljack to continue with me. It will need to be tested when we've finished building it after all."
Sideswipe gaped, then a lascivious grins slowly appeared. His optics darkening. "No, I think that I just found a little incentive to finish this thing with you after all."
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