Flash Fiction (Take 16 - Pt 1)
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dracoqueen22a/n : Good afternoon friends! Sorry for the radio silence yesterday. Was still exhausted. Today I bring you two flash fiction and a happy announcement!
Firstly In Darkness Dwells has been accepted for publication by Torquere Press! Huzzah! I signed the contract today so I expect them to get back to me with potential publication dates and all that jazz in the near future. Yay!
Secondly, on to the ficcage!
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hockeyiris
Prompt: Sunstreaker/Sideswipe, incomplete
Fandom: Transformers Bayverse (doesn't account for DoTM). Warnings for author speculation, rambling
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Azriel and Kieran, skinny dipping
Universe: Infinity's End, The Break of Day. Warning for nudity, implied slash
Firstly In Darkness Dwells has been accepted for publication by Torquere Press! Huzzah! I signed the contract today so I expect them to get back to me with potential publication dates and all that jazz in the near future. Yay!
Secondly, on to the ficcage!
For
hockeyiris Prompt: Sunstreaker/Sideswipe, incomplete
Fandom: Transformers Bayverse (doesn't account for DoTM). Warnings for author speculation, rambling
It's too easy to be a Decepticon, and sometimes, Sunstreaker worries that it'll stop being a game for him. That it'll stop being pretend and it'll someday be real. It's harder now especially, since Sideswipe is nowhere near. Not even in the solar system as a matter of fact. Their bond is stretched thin, to the point it's almost transparent. To the point that if it were possible, Sunstreaker fears it would snap in two, leaving him alone.
Sometimes, Sunstreaker can hear the echoes of what his twin is feeling. He catches a loud exclamation or a pang of loneliness or a moment of obnoxious triumph. But those are few and far between. And sometimes, it's better to ignore them, too. Better not to have that distraction.
It was hard, at first, being separated from his twin. Having to think without Sideswipe resonating inside him. Having to act when he's just “Sunstreaker” and not “Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.” The Decepticons like to remind him that he's been abandoned sometimes, that someday, he'll have to meet his brother on the battlefield. They like to test his loyalty, see if he's truly a part of their cause. Whatever their cause is.
After all this time, Sunstreaker's pretty sure they've all forgotten what started the war, despite having perfect memory.
It's supposed to be a good thing he's doing. The perfect eye on the inside. The Autobots always thought he'd be a Decepticon anyway. He didn't have what it took. He wasn't honorable or soft-hearted enough. They always stared, wondering why he was fighting for the wrong side. They figured that if not for Sideswipe, he'd have long defected.
It's too easy to be a Decepticon, and maybe that's his problem. He's here, by his own choice, but not because he's turned his back on Prime and Sideswipe. It's because this is the only way for them to win, for Sideswipe to survive, for this war to end before any more of their civilization turns to ash. Cybertron is already gone. Sunstreaker couldn't bear it if Sideswipe were gone, too.
So he's here, sitting in a Decepticon stronghold, drinking some of the lowest grade energon that's ever passed over his glossa. He's sitting shoulder to shoulder with Thundercracker and Skywarp, listening to the latter bitch about Starscream while the former quietly sips his own poor grade energon. Might as well be an Autobot, that one, and maybe he is, maybe he isn't. Sunstreaker hasn't got close enough to tell.
He's here, instead of with Sideswipe on Earth, because here is important. And while the two Seekers are a poor substitute for the hole inside of him where Sideswipe should be, they'll do for now. So long as it keeps Sideswipe safe.
And it occurs to him that ironically, becoming a Decepticon is by far the most Autobot decision Sunstreaker has ever made.
Sometimes, Sunstreaker can hear the echoes of what his twin is feeling. He catches a loud exclamation or a pang of loneliness or a moment of obnoxious triumph. But those are few and far between. And sometimes, it's better to ignore them, too. Better not to have that distraction.
It was hard, at first, being separated from his twin. Having to think without Sideswipe resonating inside him. Having to act when he's just “Sunstreaker” and not “Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.” The Decepticons like to remind him that he's been abandoned sometimes, that someday, he'll have to meet his brother on the battlefield. They like to test his loyalty, see if he's truly a part of their cause. Whatever their cause is.
After all this time, Sunstreaker's pretty sure they've all forgotten what started the war, despite having perfect memory.
It's supposed to be a good thing he's doing. The perfect eye on the inside. The Autobots always thought he'd be a Decepticon anyway. He didn't have what it took. He wasn't honorable or soft-hearted enough. They always stared, wondering why he was fighting for the wrong side. They figured that if not for Sideswipe, he'd have long defected.
It's too easy to be a Decepticon, and maybe that's his problem. He's here, by his own choice, but not because he's turned his back on Prime and Sideswipe. It's because this is the only way for them to win, for Sideswipe to survive, for this war to end before any more of their civilization turns to ash. Cybertron is already gone. Sunstreaker couldn't bear it if Sideswipe were gone, too.
So he's here, sitting in a Decepticon stronghold, drinking some of the lowest grade energon that's ever passed over his glossa. He's sitting shoulder to shoulder with Thundercracker and Skywarp, listening to the latter bitch about Starscream while the former quietly sips his own poor grade energon. Might as well be an Autobot, that one, and maybe he is, maybe he isn't. Sunstreaker hasn't got close enough to tell.
He's here, instead of with Sideswipe on Earth, because here is important. And while the two Seekers are a poor substitute for the hole inside of him where Sideswipe should be, they'll do for now. So long as it keeps Sideswipe safe.
And it occurs to him that ironically, becoming a Decepticon is by far the most Autobot decision Sunstreaker has ever made.
mandalee1013 Prompt: Azriel and Kieran, skinny dipping
Universe: Infinity's End, The Break of Day. Warning for nudity, implied slash
His skin prickles, goosebumps raising, and Azriel fights a shiver. It's not precisely cold tonight, but it's not warm either. It's the middle of autumn, after all. There's a sharp breeze and the fact that he's stripped down to all but his undergarments is not helping matters.
“Come on, Azriel,” Kieran urges and the sound of splashing accompanies his pleading.
Azriel frowns, looking out where Kieran is happily paddling around the lake, a small one that they could easily swim across, but deep enough in the middle for adequate diving. It's late, with only the moon providing some illumination. He can see Kieran's form, a darker blob against the dark water.
Anything could be swimming out there. A poisonous snake. Grasping lake vegetation. Fish. Lizards with teeth wanting to take a bite out of wiggling toes. Or worse, since Kieran insists this must be done nude. Why? Azriel isn't sure. A rite of passage perhaps.
“This was a bad idea,” Azriel says.
Kieran blows a raspberry at him. “You're just saying that because you're allergic to fun.”
“I fail to see how this is fun.”
“Give it a try, and I'll show you,” Kieran replies, that hint of mischief back in his voice. “Unless, of course, it's fear that makes you hesitate.”
Azriel is far too mature to let such an obvious taunt goad him. And yet, his shoulders straighten as he bristles with indignation. “I'm not afraid,” he says, and he reaches for the last, thin barrier between him and Kieran's idea of freedom.
Even with only moonlight to serve as illumination, Azriel can see the bright gleam of Kieran's self-satisfied grin. “Good. Then you can join me.”
Sighing, Azriel reluctantly strips out of his underclothes, letting them drop to the ground, and fighting back another shiver as cool air wafts across bare flesh. “I still don't see why this is so important to you.”
“Maybe I just want to see you naked.”
Azriel puts one toe in the water, testing the temperature. It's lukewarm, meaning he'll probably warm up as soon as he dares step foot into it. “Like you need an excuse.”
Kieran giggles, yes, actually giggles. Perhaps the two glasses of wine he'd consumed before daring Azriel to do this are finally showing their effect. “How true. Now get in here, lover, so I can grope you.”
a/n: Still got six more flash fic to come!“Come on, Azriel,” Kieran urges and the sound of splashing accompanies his pleading.
Azriel frowns, looking out where Kieran is happily paddling around the lake, a small one that they could easily swim across, but deep enough in the middle for adequate diving. It's late, with only the moon providing some illumination. He can see Kieran's form, a darker blob against the dark water.
Anything could be swimming out there. A poisonous snake. Grasping lake vegetation. Fish. Lizards with teeth wanting to take a bite out of wiggling toes. Or worse, since Kieran insists this must be done nude. Why? Azriel isn't sure. A rite of passage perhaps.
“This was a bad idea,” Azriel says.
Kieran blows a raspberry at him. “You're just saying that because you're allergic to fun.”
“I fail to see how this is fun.”
“Give it a try, and I'll show you,” Kieran replies, that hint of mischief back in his voice. “Unless, of course, it's fear that makes you hesitate.”
Azriel is far too mature to let such an obvious taunt goad him. And yet, his shoulders straighten as he bristles with indignation. “I'm not afraid,” he says, and he reaches for the last, thin barrier between him and Kieran's idea of freedom.
Even with only moonlight to serve as illumination, Azriel can see the bright gleam of Kieran's self-satisfied grin. “Good. Then you can join me.”
Sighing, Azriel reluctantly strips out of his underclothes, letting them drop to the ground, and fighting back another shiver as cool air wafts across bare flesh. “I still don't see why this is so important to you.”
“Maybe I just want to see you naked.”
Azriel puts one toe in the water, testing the temperature. It's lukewarm, meaning he'll probably warm up as soon as he dares step foot into it. “Like you need an excuse.”
Kieran giggles, yes, actually giggles. Perhaps the two glasses of wine he'd consumed before daring Azriel to do this are finally showing their effect. “How true. Now get in here, lover, so I can grope you.”
