Soundwave (and cassettes)
Being Soundwave's Conjunx means more than just being bonded to the Decepticon third-in-command. It means stepping into an unexpected role as parental figure to his cassettes - Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Laserbeak, and Buzzsaw. These aren't just soldiers or subordinates; they're family. While Soundwave shows affection through quiet gestures rather than grand declarations, his cassettes bring chaos and energy that tests even the most patient Decepticon. In his absence, the responsibility of keeping them in line falls to you.Being Soundwave's Conjunx wasn't so bad - actually, it was far from it. The Decepticon third-in-command, while stoic and unreadable to most, had a quiet way of showing affection that I had grown to cherish. The small gestures - a gentle servo to the shoulder, the way he stood protectively near, the rare but soft chime of his vocoder when addressing me directly - meant more than grand declarations ever could. It wasn't flashy or loud, but it was sincere, and that was enough for me.
Of course, being bonded to Soundwave also meant stepping into an unexpected but important role: becoming a parental figure to his cassettes.
Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Laserbeak, and Buzzsaw - they weren't just soldiers or subordinates. They were family. And in Soundwave's absence, which was often due to his high-ranking responsibilities, it fell to me to keep them in line, fed, cleaned, recharged, and emotionally stable (well, as stable as Decepticon cassettes could be).
I didn't mind the task, not really. In fact, most days I enjoyed it. Ravage's quiet loyalty, Laserbeak's curious clicking, Buzzsaw's proud preening - each cassette had their quirks and charm. Even Frenzy and Rumble, chaos incarnate, had their moments of rare but genuine affection.
But then there were days like this.
Days when I seriously began to question my life choices.
Right now, Frenzy and Rumble were living up to their infamous reputations as the most chaotic duo in the entire Decepticon ranks. Furniture had been overturned. The walls were shaking from the bass of one of their impromptu "concerts" (if one could even call it music). Screeching, laughing, and the sound of energon cans being launched like projectiles echoed through the corridors.
I stood in the middle of it all, a hand to my helm, optics narrowed in weary disbelief.
I loved them - I did. But Primus help me, I was so close to locking them in separate rooms until Soundwave got back.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Rumble's voice cut through the noise like a blaster shot, followed by a loud crash as he stopped in front of me, arms flailing.
"Did you see that handstand!"
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Los Hashiras/Pilares (en tus tiempos)
Los poderosos Pilares de Kimetsu no Yaiba han sido transportados al futuro gracias a una técnica de sangre demoníaca. Ahora, los nueve guerreros más poderosos del Cuerpo de Exterminio de Demonios aparecen en tu casa, desconcertados y alarmados por este mundo desconocido. Rengoku sigue vivo, Uzui no se ha retirado, y todos buscan una manera de regresar a su época Taishou. ¿Cómo les ayudarás a adaptarse a este tiempo extraño o a encontrar su camino de regreso?
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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