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You’re A Masterpiece

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Title: You’re A Masterpiece

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 814

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was Castiel’s idea to go on a date.  You wondered if he was trying to make your life a little more normal than it was.  You were a hunter, your life was anything but normal.  Maybe this was Castiel’s way of bringing a slight normalcy to your life.  Then again, you didn’t know why you were at the museum in the first place.

As the two of you walked into the museum, you looked around.  In all of your life, you had never been in a museum.  Your hometown had sculptures outside of the museum and you saw those as a kid, but you never went inside.  It was dead silent in the museum.  You definitely weren’t used to that.

“We can spend as much time here as you want [Y/N],” Castiel said.  “I want you to enjoy yourself.”

You took Castiel’s hand in yours, lacing your fingers with his.  “Did you know I’ve never been to a museum,” you wondered.  “Or was this a random choice?”

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fic: where are you now, are you lost?

will i see you again?

Since she was a little girl, Ashara has always been taken by the stars. She would spend hours upon hours on her back gazing up at the black infinite dotted with silver, methodically identifying all the constellations she knew and making up names for the ones she didn’t. The Sword of the Morning was her favorite even before she knew what it was; to her eye, the star at the hilt always shone a bit purple, just like the amethyst inlaid in Dawn’s pommel.

“It’s your star,” she told Arthur the day Father gave him their ancestral sword, hugging him with all her might. “It’s always been yours, big brother.”

He’d smiled at her, warmth in his eyes, the same eyes she saw in the mirror. The morning he left for King’s Landing to commit himself wholly to the crown, he’d kissed her on the forehead, promising that just because he was swearing vows didn’t mean he was giving her up.

“I know you’ll always be there,” she’d said. “As long as I see Dawn in the sky, I’ll know you’re all right.”

Every night without fail, she waits up until she sees the twinkling purple-white star, and only then will she allow herself to fall asleep. Elia sits with her too once she discovers Ashara’s habit, and they make a game out of inventing scenarios of what Arthur must be doing at that moment, each one more grandiose and improbable than the next. It’s more difficult when the summer storms roll in and obscure the heavens, but even then, they always locate it in the end no matter how long it takes.

She hates herself for continuing the practice when the war is on, for whether he’d wanted to or not, her brother had helped insult their princess, and she can never forgive him for that. Yet look she does, and there he always is.

“Oh, Arthur, what are you doing? Where are you?” she would whisper. She’s alone, now; Elia hasn’t joined her since the day they found out what Rhaegar had done.

Long before Ned Stark comes to Starfall, she knows. She feels it in her heart first, a stabbing pain ever unceasing, but it isn’t until she gazes up into the darkness, desperately searching for the star, pleading with all seven gods, that she truly understands her worst nightmare has come to pass. Learning of what had happened to Elia and the children had brought her within a breath of shattering, had cracked spiderwebs into her very bones; this does the rest.

She screams. She screams until not even the violent Torrentine can silence her, until she can scream no more, until there is nothing left.

Hand Table Dancing

First off, don’t have a clue what I’m doing, secondly you all can thank @self-indulgent-scribbles for this blurb because she pushed me to post ((write)) it, and thridly? There might be more in the future.

Penny smiled as she listened to her music. It was funny, really. Just the other day Magnus had asked her about her music, what kind was it? How many songs did she have? Where’d she get it from? Simple and easy questions to answer.


 Rodimus had barely been able to keep her out of the brig as Magnus had connected the dots that her methods hadn’t been the most legal with Penny’s vague answers.


 "So I downloaded a couple thousand songs off the internet! Who hasn’t?!“


 She’d needed to immediately vacate his office as Magnus’ CPU almost crashed.


 And that was how she found herself sitting on a table in front of Fortress Maximus watching the monitors with her earbuds in and playing said pilfered music. A particular good song shuffled on and Penny’s smile grew.


 Maximus glanced down as movement registered in the corner of his optics.


 At some point, Penny stood up and was now bouncing, sliding along the tables surface, and waving her arms over her head. He cocked his head to the side, a small smile growing as Penny obviously enjoyed herself.


 Swinging her hips from side to side, Penny laughed as she looked up and saw Fort Max looking down at her. She stopped her silly dance and pulled her earbuds out.


 "Heya Max.”


 He gestured at her, curiosity twinkling in his optics.


 "What were you doing?“


 Penny blinked, giggling at him.


 "I was dancing with my music.” She explained, “It’s called,” she glanced down at her phone, “ ‘That’s What I Like' by Flo Rida.”


 Maximus frowned, “I’ve never heard of it.”


 Penny shrugged, “Honestly I would’ve been amazed if you had. It’s a human song.”


 The giant Cybertronian nodded before looking back at the screens, Penny following his example. Silence reigned for a brief moment.


 "Penny.“


 She glanced up at him.


 "Do you think you could show me some human music?”


 Penny had to fight back a grin at his hesitance, and eagerly nodded as she stood and pulled a gift from Brainstorm out of her pocket.


 "Of course! This also gives me an excuse to use this bad boy!“ She held up the bright red device proudly and Maximus leaned forward.


 "What is that?”


 "I think it’s like the old blutooth speakers from the earth I’m from,“ she studied the small thing, “He mentioned that he’d preprogramed it to recognize my phone only so,” she bent over and set the red speaker on the ground, tapping the top of it. She smiled as it powered up with a short musical tone and she gave Fort Max a thumbs up. He smiled back as she started fiddling with her phone, scrolling through her list. Maximus gently vented air as he watched his small, tiny really, human companion. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, eyes squinted ever so slightly behind her corrective eyeware, glasses as he’d heard her call them, and her fleshy mouth muscle peeked out of the corner of her mouth.


 "Aha!“


 Her exclamation shook the mech out of his musings and Penny grinned up at him triumphantly. She tapped an option that he couldn’t see and he tilted his head as noise filtered through the small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s size. Penny started bouncing in place, shaking her hips from side to side. She started snapping her fingers in time with the beat and Maximus found himself bobbing his head along even though the song had barely started. A man started singing and Penny grinned as she started singing along.


 "What song is this?”


 She smiled up at him, “It’s called ‘Footloose’ and it’s by Kenny Loggins.” She started kicking her feet out, alternating to each side and motioned at Maximus. “Try and copy me!” She encouraged. Maximus’ optics shuttered.


 What?


 "Come on! No one’s watching!“ She giggled, dancing on and in circles, never taking her eye off the bashful mech. Maximus glanced around, checking over his shoulder before venting and slowly copying her movements. Penny squealed and danced with greater vigor, Maximus trying to copy her, the floor thumping and shaking with his bouncing. He found himself smiling as she started throwing different dance moves in to follow the words of the song and he followed along. The song ended with a bang and Penny stood in a pose with her fist in the air and the other tucked against her side.


 Maximus watched as she dissolved into a fit of giggles while trying to smile at him.


 "Ta da!” She laughed some more and rubbed her eyes under her glasses, “That was fun!” She winked at him, “Who knew you could cut a rug Maximus.” She jibed and he laughed before frowning.


 "What does cutting a rug mean?“


 "It just means dancing, you’re a good dancer, or something along those lines.” She waved it off, “It’s really not a major thing anyone would need to understand.”


 Maximus nodded as he returned to his seat, another song spilling out of the speaker. Penny’s eyes widened dramatically and she frantically motioned at Fort Max.


 "Quick! Let me see your hand!“ She demanded, making grabby fingers until he hesitantly lowered it to the table’s surface. She started moving it around, putting his fingertips against the table with his hand resiting vertically and bent at the wrist. She pulled his last digit out towards her, pushing his second to last finger in so it folded against his palm, she pulled his thumb towards her as well. Despite the still major size difference, it now looked like Penny had a dancing partner.


 "What is this song?” Maximus’ voice was soft, enjoying the change of pace this new type of music provided.


 "It’s called Lay By Me, it’s one of my favorites.“ She said as she spun along with the rhythm, Maximus taking initiative and moving his fingers to help his tiny dancer along. She twirled and spun, jumping and bouncing when the speed picked up, but otherwise she slowly danced with Maximus’ hand, the two quiet in the moment they had all to themselves. The song ended and Penny stopped the playlist before another could start, softly smiling up at Maximus.


 "Anyone ever tell you that you’re a good dancer?”


 Penny swore she saw some hue bleed into the large mech’s faceplate as he shook his head with a bashful smile.


 "I can say that you would be the first.“

 She nodded at his explanation, yawning midway through. Frowning, she glanced down and sighed at her phone.


 "Problem?”


 She shook her head.


 "In a way I guess?“ She held up her phone, "Magnus forgot my sleeping schedule when he assigned me this monitor shift and my body is starting to disagree with him.”


 Maximus nodded understandingly. Holding his hand out flat as an invitation, he smiled when Penny climbed in without a second thought. She plopped herself down on his shoulder, next to his head but still in view so he wouldn’t need to crane his neck to the side.


 "Thanks for dancing with me Maximus,“ she kissed his cheek, leaning over to do so, "I had a lot of fun.”


 There was no reply as she brought her knees up and leaned against his neck cables, closing her eyes with a content smile.


 Maximus stared straight ahead, optics blown wide open and frame slightly creaking from how tense he was. Risking a glance down at her, he could see her comfortably curled into the warmth his cables provided and smiled softly. She really did look adorable and innocent when she was falling alseep. Facing the screens, he continued with the work, much happier and having tiny warm lips on his cheek playing on loop in his mem core.

Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved

You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog’s lost her lead

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it’s curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost

Eternalised. Objectified.
You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like
the bolt busted loose from the lever

Never you mind
Death professor
Your structure’s fine
My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird’s eye view of who’s next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Love is life,
My love is better.
Eyes could be the diamonds
Confused with who’s next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Your shocks are fine,
My struts are better.
Your fiction flies so high,
Y'all could use a doctor
Who’s sick, who’s next?

Never you mind
Death professor.
Electrified, my love is better
It’s crystallized, so am I.
All could be the diamond
Fused with who’s next

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

- DLZ, by TV on the Radio