Flash Fiction Fills (Take 34) Part One
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dracoqueen22a/n: Look at me, answering fills in a timely manner. You guys gave such good prompts this time! Please enjoy the first two of six.
Please excuse possible grammatical errors.
For dellessanna
Prompt: Hound/Ravage, G1, “Catch me if you can”
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: None really. (this should have been more of a pairing but the bunny bit for this bit of partner-fun hilarity)
For camfield
Prompt: Sora/Riku, “if you don't stop apologizing, I will grab you somewhere unpleasant.”
Fandom: post-Kingdom Hearts II. Warnings: None really. (Written with knowledge only of KH1 and 2)
a/n: Four more to come!
The bunnies bit a little looser with these prompts but I hope the requestors enjoy them anyway.
Also, anyone interested in looking over fourteen pages of Orion-introspective and DreadwingxOrionxSkyquake smut?
Please excuse possible grammatical errors.
For dellessanna
Prompt: Hound/Ravage, G1, “Catch me if you can”
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: None really. (this should have been more of a pairing but the bunny bit for this bit of partner-fun hilarity)
Hound roared as he skittered around a corner, narrowly avoiding a collision with Jazz.
“Sorry!” he gasped, catching his balance and scrabbling back into a run.
Jazz's laughter followed him down the hall. “Good luck!”
Could've helped, Hound grumbled to himself.
But no, that wasn't how this game was played. He was on his own.
His sensors bleeped. Hound took another turn, his target just ahead of him but moving fast. Four legs were faster than two. Wheels even more so, but Hound didn't dare transform.
He could get away with running through the halls but Prowl would put him on cleaning duty for a month if he left tire treads on the floor again.
Hound called up a schematic of the Ark. There. A short cut. Head off his target without having to chase. Perfect.
Hound skidded to a halt, dove into a small byway, and twisted to avoid Smokescreen, who wisely flattened his doorwings in the nick of time.
“Three to one odds!” Smokescreen shouted at him with a large grin.
No help there either.
Hound emerged into another corridor, backtracked a bit, ducked through the rec room and exited out the other side, attracting a sizable crowd in the process. His sensors zeroed in on his target, coming round the corner.
Hound pounced.
“Gotcha!”
The resulting clash of metal on metal could be heard seven hallways over in the Medbay. Ratchet was probably scowling.
Hound grinned, victorious.
In his arms was a hissing, squirming bundle of disgruntled metal feline.
“Hey! Watch the claws!” Hound protested as cybertronium-sharp talons tore four gashes in his paint.
Ravage snarled, optics promising dire retribution.
A round of applause began from their gathered audience. Somewhere, at the back of the crowd, Smokescreen was collecting his winnings.
“Bath time again, I presume?” Prowl's dry tone made Hound grin sheepishly.
“And I thought Spike was joking,” Hound replied.
“This from the mech happy to spend his day in mud pits,” Cliffjumper teased. “Someone should make you take a bath.”
Laughter rounded out the applause.
“Ha, ha.” Hound struggled to keep his grip on the feisty, former cassette. “A little help?”
Amazing how quick the Autobots could scatter.
Their absence, however, garnered an immediate cessation of hostilities.
Hound sighed. “You do this on purpose, don't you?”
Ravage grinned toothily, leaping out of Hound's embrace and making a show of stretching his back strut. “Got to keep you on your toes somehow.”
Hound shook his helm. His brand new partner's been a challenge since day one.
“C'mon, you. Time for a bath.”
Ravage laughed. “You first.”
“Sorry!” he gasped, catching his balance and scrabbling back into a run.
Jazz's laughter followed him down the hall. “Good luck!”
Could've helped, Hound grumbled to himself.
But no, that wasn't how this game was played. He was on his own.
His sensors bleeped. Hound took another turn, his target just ahead of him but moving fast. Four legs were faster than two. Wheels even more so, but Hound didn't dare transform.
He could get away with running through the halls but Prowl would put him on cleaning duty for a month if he left tire treads on the floor again.
Hound called up a schematic of the Ark. There. A short cut. Head off his target without having to chase. Perfect.
Hound skidded to a halt, dove into a small byway, and twisted to avoid Smokescreen, who wisely flattened his doorwings in the nick of time.
“Three to one odds!” Smokescreen shouted at him with a large grin.
No help there either.
Hound emerged into another corridor, backtracked a bit, ducked through the rec room and exited out the other side, attracting a sizable crowd in the process. His sensors zeroed in on his target, coming round the corner.
Hound pounced.
“Gotcha!”
The resulting clash of metal on metal could be heard seven hallways over in the Medbay. Ratchet was probably scowling.
Hound grinned, victorious.
In his arms was a hissing, squirming bundle of disgruntled metal feline.
“Hey! Watch the claws!” Hound protested as cybertronium-sharp talons tore four gashes in his paint.
Ravage snarled, optics promising dire retribution.
A round of applause began from their gathered audience. Somewhere, at the back of the crowd, Smokescreen was collecting his winnings.
“Bath time again, I presume?” Prowl's dry tone made Hound grin sheepishly.
“And I thought Spike was joking,” Hound replied.
“This from the mech happy to spend his day in mud pits,” Cliffjumper teased. “Someone should make you take a bath.”
Laughter rounded out the applause.
“Ha, ha.” Hound struggled to keep his grip on the feisty, former cassette. “A little help?”
Amazing how quick the Autobots could scatter.
Their absence, however, garnered an immediate cessation of hostilities.
Hound sighed. “You do this on purpose, don't you?”
Ravage grinned toothily, leaping out of Hound's embrace and making a show of stretching his back strut. “Got to keep you on your toes somehow.”
Hound shook his helm. His brand new partner's been a challenge since day one.
“C'mon, you. Time for a bath.”
Ravage laughed. “You first.”
For camfield
Prompt: Sora/Riku, “if you don't stop apologizing, I will grab you somewhere unpleasant.”
Fandom: post-Kingdom Hearts II. Warnings: None really. (Written with knowledge only of KH1 and 2)
For two weeks afterward, life was a whirlwind too hectic for any sort of downtime.
Questions had to be answered. Hordes of lingering Heartless and Nobodies needed to be cleansed. Injuries had to be healed. Promises kept. Apologies made.
It was the last which caused Riku the most trouble.
He'd made his peace with Kairi and Mickey. Goofy had hugged him. He and Donald had agreed to disagree.
Riku apologized to so many people in so many ways, he was running out of words. And he'd yet to give any to the one who deserved them the most.
He supposed it was a good thing since he didn't know what he was going to say anyway. He wouldn't know where to start, to begin explaining himself. It all felt like excuses anyway, petty reasoning that boiled down to him feeling selfish and insecure and an assload of other small grievances.
The guilt was eating him alive.
But getting Sora alone was an exercise in futility.
Everyone wanted a piece of the real hero. They wanted to thank him, congratulate him. He had friends scattered across the universe on all the planets and they all wanted to celebrate. There were parties and gifts and tears and through it all, Riku hovered on the edge, reminding himself how much of their original grief was his fault.
In the end, Riku never did manage to corner Sora. In fact, it was rather the other way around. But he should have guessed it would happen that way. Sora never did live by anyone's rules but his own.
“Why are you lurking in the shadows?” he asked, nearly scaring the hell out of Riku and making him jump about three feet in the air.
Riku whirled, back pressed against the balcony railing, hand leaping up to his pounding heart. “You scared me.”
Sora arched a brow. “Your senses can't have dulled that much.” He paused, looked around at the dark overhang that cast this particular balcony in heavy shadows, even blocking the pale light of the half-moon. “Wow. You sure know how to pick places to sulk.”
Riku frowned. “I'm not sulking.”
Wait. Don't pick a fight, he had to tell himself. You've got Sora alone. Apologize. Now!
“You are.” Sora strode across the open space, and took up a position on Riku's other side, leaning on the railing and looking out over the city. “But the real mystery is... why?”
Riku chewed on his bottom lips, hands curling into fists. “I...” Words failed him. Had he really used them all?
Sora looked up at him. Waiting. Patient.
And it all spilled out in a rush. “I'm sorry,” Riku said. “For everything. For being a jerk and taking Kairi and attacking you and disappearing and being a bully and being jealous. And for everything. Because I suck. And I'm sorry. And--”
“Riku.” Sora's voice cut through his stream of incomprehensible words. “Stop.”
His breath hitched. “But...”
Sora shook his head, giving Riku a long, measured look. “If you don't stop apologizing, I will grab you somewhere unpleasant. And then I'll be the one apologizing.”
It took all Riku had to keep his jaw from dropping. His eyes rounded. The bubble of guilt in his chest popped, leaving an unnameable emotion behind.
Sora's lips then curved into a soft smile. “Now, if that's all you had to say, how about we go back in and enjoy the party?”
“I... okay.” Riku's shoulders sagged, his fingers unclenching. He managed a small smile of his own.
“Good!” Sora hooked his arm around Riku's, unceremoniously dragging him back toward the door. “And just so you know, you owe me a dance.”
“A dance!” Riku spluttered, trying to dig in his heels, but his best friend was stronger than him now, despite being shorter. “Sora, I don't dance.”
“Tough luck.” Sora grinned.
Questions had to be answered. Hordes of lingering Heartless and Nobodies needed to be cleansed. Injuries had to be healed. Promises kept. Apologies made.
It was the last which caused Riku the most trouble.
He'd made his peace with Kairi and Mickey. Goofy had hugged him. He and Donald had agreed to disagree.
Riku apologized to so many people in so many ways, he was running out of words. And he'd yet to give any to the one who deserved them the most.
He supposed it was a good thing since he didn't know what he was going to say anyway. He wouldn't know where to start, to begin explaining himself. It all felt like excuses anyway, petty reasoning that boiled down to him feeling selfish and insecure and an assload of other small grievances.
The guilt was eating him alive.
But getting Sora alone was an exercise in futility.
Everyone wanted a piece of the real hero. They wanted to thank him, congratulate him. He had friends scattered across the universe on all the planets and they all wanted to celebrate. There were parties and gifts and tears and through it all, Riku hovered on the edge, reminding himself how much of their original grief was his fault.
In the end, Riku never did manage to corner Sora. In fact, it was rather the other way around. But he should have guessed it would happen that way. Sora never did live by anyone's rules but his own.
“Why are you lurking in the shadows?” he asked, nearly scaring the hell out of Riku and making him jump about three feet in the air.
Riku whirled, back pressed against the balcony railing, hand leaping up to his pounding heart. “You scared me.”
Sora arched a brow. “Your senses can't have dulled that much.” He paused, looked around at the dark overhang that cast this particular balcony in heavy shadows, even blocking the pale light of the half-moon. “Wow. You sure know how to pick places to sulk.”
Riku frowned. “I'm not sulking.”
Wait. Don't pick a fight, he had to tell himself. You've got Sora alone. Apologize. Now!
“You are.” Sora strode across the open space, and took up a position on Riku's other side, leaning on the railing and looking out over the city. “But the real mystery is... why?”
Riku chewed on his bottom lips, hands curling into fists. “I...” Words failed him. Had he really used them all?
Sora looked up at him. Waiting. Patient.
And it all spilled out in a rush. “I'm sorry,” Riku said. “For everything. For being a jerk and taking Kairi and attacking you and disappearing and being a bully and being jealous. And for everything. Because I suck. And I'm sorry. And--”
“Riku.” Sora's voice cut through his stream of incomprehensible words. “Stop.”
His breath hitched. “But...”
Sora shook his head, giving Riku a long, measured look. “If you don't stop apologizing, I will grab you somewhere unpleasant. And then I'll be the one apologizing.”
It took all Riku had to keep his jaw from dropping. His eyes rounded. The bubble of guilt in his chest popped, leaving an unnameable emotion behind.
Sora's lips then curved into a soft smile. “Now, if that's all you had to say, how about we go back in and enjoy the party?”
“I... okay.” Riku's shoulders sagged, his fingers unclenching. He managed a small smile of his own.
“Good!” Sora hooked his arm around Riku's, unceremoniously dragging him back toward the door. “And just so you know, you owe me a dance.”
“A dance!” Riku spluttered, trying to dig in his heels, but his best friend was stronger than him now, despite being shorter. “Sora, I don't dance.”
“Tough luck.” Sora grinned.
a/n: Four more to come!
The bunnies bit a little looser with these prompts but I hope the requestors enjoy them anyway.
Also, anyone interested in looking over fourteen pages of Orion-introspective and DreadwingxOrionxSkyquake smut?
