Flash Fiction Fills (Take 33) Final Part
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dracoqueen22a/n: And now I present to you the last two flash fiction. Don't forget, new flash fic Friday is July 27th!!
For camfield
Prompt: Sora/Riku, I'd spank you if I had a free hand
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts. Warnings: None
For fuzipenguin
Prompt: Sideswipe/Sunstreaker, smiles (Sorry I couldn't make the Ouran work. I tried!)
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: fluffy. gooey, sticky fluff.
a/n: Hope you enjoyed!
For camfield
Prompt: Sora/Riku, I'd spank you if I had a free hand
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts. Warnings: None
“You know, if I had a free hand, I'd spank you.”
Sora grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Promise?”
Riku rolled his eyes and tugged at his bonds again, glaring at the thick chains wrapped around his wrists. “Later. We've got bigger problems right now.”
He blamed this entire situation on Sora. Riku would have never got himself into this position if it wasn't for Sora and his big, pleading eyes.
Let's go check out that weird anomaly, Sora suggested.
Strange readings are interesting! Sora implied.
I'm bored. Sora whined.
We're keybladers! There's nothing we can't handle! Sora insisted.
What could it hurt? Sora asked.
Well, it could hurt plenty. Considering that they'd been ambushed, trussed up like a couple of clubgoers in a failed attempt at bondage, and then promptly tied to this tree. Which was not a comfortable tree either. It was prickly.
Now they were surrounded by a group of half-naked, strangely painted men and women who were dancing and chanting around a huge bonfire belching noxious purple smoke.
“Oh, they're not so bad,” Sora insisted, still grinning cheerfully as he wriggled about in his chains. “In fact, it looks kind of fun.”
“Yeah,” Riku drawled. “Too bad they probably want to sacrifice us to some god.”
Sora rolled his eyes. “Always the Negative Nancy, Ri~ku. You can never look on the bright side of things.”
“Who says?” Riku huffed, glaring at Sora who he loved despite hating him at the moment. “I can see all kinds of bright sides. Like, as soon as we get out of these chains, I'm going to make good on that promise.”
“See! That's the spirit!” Sora grinned and tilted his head, examining their chains. “Just so we're clear, how're you planning on doing that?”
Riku groaned.
Sora grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Promise?”
Riku rolled his eyes and tugged at his bonds again, glaring at the thick chains wrapped around his wrists. “Later. We've got bigger problems right now.”
He blamed this entire situation on Sora. Riku would have never got himself into this position if it wasn't for Sora and his big, pleading eyes.
Let's go check out that weird anomaly, Sora suggested.
Strange readings are interesting! Sora implied.
I'm bored. Sora whined.
We're keybladers! There's nothing we can't handle! Sora insisted.
What could it hurt? Sora asked.
Well, it could hurt plenty. Considering that they'd been ambushed, trussed up like a couple of clubgoers in a failed attempt at bondage, and then promptly tied to this tree. Which was not a comfortable tree either. It was prickly.
Now they were surrounded by a group of half-naked, strangely painted men and women who were dancing and chanting around a huge bonfire belching noxious purple smoke.
“Oh, they're not so bad,” Sora insisted, still grinning cheerfully as he wriggled about in his chains. “In fact, it looks kind of fun.”
“Yeah,” Riku drawled. “Too bad they probably want to sacrifice us to some god.”
Sora rolled his eyes. “Always the Negative Nancy, Ri~ku. You can never look on the bright side of things.”
“Who says?” Riku huffed, glaring at Sora who he loved despite hating him at the moment. “I can see all kinds of bright sides. Like, as soon as we get out of these chains, I'm going to make good on that promise.”
“See! That's the spirit!” Sora grinned and tilted his head, examining their chains. “Just so we're clear, how're you planning on doing that?”
Riku groaned.
For fuzipenguin
Prompt: Sideswipe/Sunstreaker, smiles (Sorry I couldn't make the Ouran work. I tried!)
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: fluffy. gooey, sticky fluff.
Sideswipe smiles a lot.
He has a grin for every occasion. A smirk for when he's plotting something nefarious. A leer for the fortunate mech next on his conquest list. A simper for the minibots or Ratchet on the warpath. He beams when he's happy or pleased with himself.
He smiles at everyone for any reason. There's not a single individual on the Ark that Sideswipe doesn't like, though there are a few that can be irritating. He's everyone's friend.
It comes easily to Sideswipe. The way his optics sparkle. The tilt of his helm. The curve of his mouth components. The friendly ripple in his energy field.
He smiles brightly. Boldly. Shyly. Coyly.
He teases and incites, encourages and apologizes.
Sideswipe's smile, in all its many forms, will always be a thing of beauty to Sunstreaker.
Each one is like a new and different side of his twin. They are part of the same whole but that doesn't mean Sunstreaker knows everything about his brother. They both have their secrets, things that they keep to themselves, buried in partitioned portions of their memory or databanks.
Sunstreaker has a datapad full of nothing but sketches of Sideswipe's smiles, usually in whatever context they are given.
His favorite one, though, is the smile Sideswipe gives when he thinks no one is watching.
Sunstreaker's caught him several times, tightening his end of the bond so Sideswipe doesn't know he's there, standing in the shadows of the rec room, watching Sideswipe watch the Autobots.
Sometimes, their fellow 'Bots aren't doing anything more than crowding around the vidscreen for the next episode of As the Kitchen Sinks. Usually, Sideswipe would be right up there with them, jostling for space in the front.
Sometimes, though, he hangs back and just watches the Autobots instead of the show. And in turn, Sunstreaker watches him.
The Autobots are the closest thing the twins have to a family. And his smile is fond, indulgent. It's soft around the edges, completely erasing the devilish aura that usually surrounds Sideswipe.
And sometimes, Sunstreaker onlines from recharge, activating a tertiary optical sensor to see Sideswipe watching over him in recharge. His optics are fond then, too. One hand lightly strokes Sunstreaker's plating, their bond brimming with affectionate feelings. Sunstreaker pretends to still be deep in recharge so he can capture that image, later translate it to his sketchpad.
It's the smile no one else sees, that makes Sunstreaker's spark do an odd flip inside its chamber, and he cherishes each glimpse of that illusive expression. Despite Sideswipe's noise and bluster and teasing and attitude, that smile is everything that makes up Sideswipe's spark. And Sunstreaker loves him for it.
He has a grin for every occasion. A smirk for when he's plotting something nefarious. A leer for the fortunate mech next on his conquest list. A simper for the minibots or Ratchet on the warpath. He beams when he's happy or pleased with himself.
He smiles at everyone for any reason. There's not a single individual on the Ark that Sideswipe doesn't like, though there are a few that can be irritating. He's everyone's friend.
It comes easily to Sideswipe. The way his optics sparkle. The tilt of his helm. The curve of his mouth components. The friendly ripple in his energy field.
He smiles brightly. Boldly. Shyly. Coyly.
He teases and incites, encourages and apologizes.
Sideswipe's smile, in all its many forms, will always be a thing of beauty to Sunstreaker.
Each one is like a new and different side of his twin. They are part of the same whole but that doesn't mean Sunstreaker knows everything about his brother. They both have their secrets, things that they keep to themselves, buried in partitioned portions of their memory or databanks.
Sunstreaker has a datapad full of nothing but sketches of Sideswipe's smiles, usually in whatever context they are given.
His favorite one, though, is the smile Sideswipe gives when he thinks no one is watching.
Sunstreaker's caught him several times, tightening his end of the bond so Sideswipe doesn't know he's there, standing in the shadows of the rec room, watching Sideswipe watch the Autobots.
Sometimes, their fellow 'Bots aren't doing anything more than crowding around the vidscreen for the next episode of As the Kitchen Sinks. Usually, Sideswipe would be right up there with them, jostling for space in the front.
Sometimes, though, he hangs back and just watches the Autobots instead of the show. And in turn, Sunstreaker watches him.
The Autobots are the closest thing the twins have to a family. And his smile is fond, indulgent. It's soft around the edges, completely erasing the devilish aura that usually surrounds Sideswipe.
And sometimes, Sunstreaker onlines from recharge, activating a tertiary optical sensor to see Sideswipe watching over him in recharge. His optics are fond then, too. One hand lightly strokes Sunstreaker's plating, their bond brimming with affectionate feelings. Sunstreaker pretends to still be deep in recharge so he can capture that image, later translate it to his sketchpad.
It's the smile no one else sees, that makes Sunstreaker's spark do an odd flip inside its chamber, and he cherishes each glimpse of that illusive expression. Despite Sideswipe's noise and bluster and teasing and attitude, that smile is everything that makes up Sideswipe's spark. And Sunstreaker loves him for it.
a/n: Hope you enjoyed!
