Mystery of Sparks and Bonds [•TFES x Reader•]

A Missing Something

I skipped Season 1, Episode 12. That episode seems to be more about the Terrans discovering themselves, and (Y/n) might not be as strongly involved in this part of the story.

Also, I know it has been a while since I've updated this story! I apologize greatly!

P.S. I'll be changing some things, so the Transformers and Terrans will all talk into normal fonts instead of bold! I'll use boldness for emphasis or something more ancient. 

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*Chop! Chop! Chop!*

*Crunch!*

*Dice! Dice!*

(Y/n) hummed a soft, melodic tune to herself, her fingers skillfully chopping a vibrant array of fruits and dicing them into perfectly uniform pieces. She had been invited to the Maltos household, where the children's laughter echoed in the backyard, a joyful reminder that school was out and fun awaited. Excited to spend time with them, she had also invited her trusty personal Arachnamech, INK, to assist her in crafting the delectable treats that would surely delight their taste buds.

*Tap! Tap! Tap!*

The gentle tinkering of INK's slender, metallic legs resonated through the cozy kitchen, as rhythmic as the soft music in the air. It carefully maneuvered a tray laden with a batch of plump, glossy cherries precariously balanced atop its helm. Just as it approached the counter, the tray bumped into the edge with a soft clink, causing panic as the luscious fruits teetered on the brink of disaster before settling back into place on the metal plate.

Dorothy Malto, the mother of the Maltos and a dedicated park ranger, strolled into the cozy kitchen, her warm smile illuminating the room. "What are you cutting up there?" she asked playfully, peering curiously around the corner of the doorframe. Her eyes sparkled with interest.

"Ah—" the girl squeaked, pausing mid-motion to extract the seed from a plump cherry carefully. "I'm... cutting fruits..." she mumbled softly, each word a gentle whisper as she endeavored to grow accustomed to expressing herself more openly. "It's to make smoothies... for the kids..." she added, her hands deftly slicing through several more cherries before skillfully discarding the seeds with the sharp kitchen knife.

"Ooh, I see." Dorothy nodded, her eyes gleaming with fascination as she observed (Y/n)'s nimble fingers working quickly. "You know," she remarked, leaning casually against the kitchen counter. The anticipation of the boiling water on the nearby stove gave her an air of comfort. "You could make a great mixologist."

(Y/n) blinked, her cheeks warming to a delightful blend of light blue and pink hues from the unexpected compliment and encouragement. "Why... thank you... Mrs. Malto," she shyly muttered, casting her gaze downward, concentrating intently as she swiftly diced the lush green leaves off the strawberries, her heart fluttering with a mix of pride and bashfulness.