Flash Fiction Fills (Take 38) Part One
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dracoqueen22a/n: First, let me apologize for the radio silence on my end. RL has been utter hell (I work in retail and tie that with being understaffed at Xmas time... yeah). And then on top of that, I've gotten sick. Which makes concentrating on writing of any kind pretty much impossible. So here are a couple of the flash fiction I've managed to finish and I'll get to work on the rest of them as soon as I can.
For dellessa
Prompt: TFA, BlurrxShockwave, expedient
Fandom: Transformers Animated. Warnings: Unhinged!Blurr, chains, servitude...
For camfield
Prompt: Riku/Sora
Fandom: post-Kingdom Hearts II. Warnings: ingestion of a drug? schmoopiness...
a/n: There are at least five more coming. I promise. As soon as I can get my head to stop pounding. Ugh.
For dellessa
Prompt: TFA, BlurrxShockwave, expedient
Fandom: Transformers Animated. Warnings: Unhinged!Blurr, chains, servitude...
“Retribution, they're calling it. Repayment. Reparations. Whatever term makes you squirm apparently.”
Blurr tapped his chin with two digits, looking down at the mech bound in chains. Shockwave was on his knees, wrists cuffed, transformation cog removed, weapons destroyed. Completely subdued in other words. Just about harmless.
Shockwave said nothing. That was okay. Blurr didn't need the Decepticon to talk. He wanted Shockwave to listen. And seethe.
“I can tell by that gleam in your optic that you're surprised,” Blurr continued and began a slow, steady circling of his new.. gift? Pet? Servant? What the frag was he supposed to do with a Decepticon? “You thought I was crushed. Offline. Nothing more than spare parts. Fuel for the furnace.”
He paused just behind Shockwave, memories coming to him unbidden. The fear, sharp and acrid, like burned circuits. The walls closing in, closer and closer, where at first he thought he was imagining things but no, the space was getting smaller and there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He couldn't warn anyone, couldn't warn Ultra Magnus, there was just--
--pain and agony and darkness. Then the pain was gone because his receptors weren't there. His processor was a crumpled wreck. His spark was a dim flicker. He guttered so many times. Or did he? Sometimes, Blurr couldn't really remember. His memory core had been crumpled, too. All that remained were the impressions on his spark.
The jittery sensation returned and Blurr started to pace once again, anxious flickers of charge dancing through his circuits. He shook his helm, doggedly continuing.
That therapist would probably tell him that taking the mech who had nearly killed him was far from a good idea. Frag. What did the therapist know anyway?
Blurr circled back around to Shockwave's front, that single optic meeting his gaze with eerie purpose.
“Honestly, I don't know what the Magnus is thinking.” If the Magnus even thinks, everyone knew Sentinel was just a windbag wrapped in an aluminum shell. “He wouldn't dare do this to Megatron. Oh, no. He was sent straight to spark prison. But you?” A bitter, cruel smirk curved Blurr's lipplate. “No one cares about you.”
He cocked out a hip, arms crossed, staring down at his... slave.
A deep ventilation hummed from the Decepticon's frame. “If you wish to demoralize me, you will not succeed.”
Blurr laughed. How could he not? And if it was a little pitched, a little not-quite-there, well that was his secret to keep.
“I'm just the messenger. And apparently the master. Your master as a matter of fact, Shockwave.” He leaned down, energy field a repressive wall against the bound Decepticon. “Or is it Longarm? Which one do you prefer? I'd hate to offend.”
This felt good. Like he was in control again. Like the walls weren't closing in and all he had to do was put pedes to the road and he could be off again.
Shockwave's optic flashed. “Do you think it is a kindness?”
“I think it is what you deserve.” Blurr circled around the Decepticon, wondering if the constant movement unnerved Shockwave. Wondered if the infiltrator was bothered by his captivity, by his helplessness.
“They should have executed you,” Blurr continued. “Like some of the others.” Lugnut, for one. And a couple of the Starscream clones.
Shockwave tilted his helm, defiant. “Wonder why they did not,” he said, vocals low and warning. “And then wonder what side you have chosen.”
Blurr barked a laugh, coming to a halt in front of Shockwave. He crouched, one digit curling under Shockwave's chin, pushing it further up. “Funny you should mention that. You did such a good job pretending to be one of us. I wonder how many times your loyalty wavered.”
A tangible vibration rattled Shockwave's armor, indignation at Blurr's insinuation echoing in his energy field. Hmm. Struck a circuit, did he?
“Oh, don't worry, Shockwave.” Blurr flicked his finger up and then drew back, leaving the Decepticon to glare at him. “I'll take good care of you. Just as you were so kind to me.”
Blurr tapped his chin with two digits, looking down at the mech bound in chains. Shockwave was on his knees, wrists cuffed, transformation cog removed, weapons destroyed. Completely subdued in other words. Just about harmless.
Shockwave said nothing. That was okay. Blurr didn't need the Decepticon to talk. He wanted Shockwave to listen. And seethe.
“I can tell by that gleam in your optic that you're surprised,” Blurr continued and began a slow, steady circling of his new.. gift? Pet? Servant? What the frag was he supposed to do with a Decepticon? “You thought I was crushed. Offline. Nothing more than spare parts. Fuel for the furnace.”
He paused just behind Shockwave, memories coming to him unbidden. The fear, sharp and acrid, like burned circuits. The walls closing in, closer and closer, where at first he thought he was imagining things but no, the space was getting smaller and there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He couldn't warn anyone, couldn't warn Ultra Magnus, there was just--
--pain and agony and darkness. Then the pain was gone because his receptors weren't there. His processor was a crumpled wreck. His spark was a dim flicker. He guttered so many times. Or did he? Sometimes, Blurr couldn't really remember. His memory core had been crumpled, too. All that remained were the impressions on his spark.
The jittery sensation returned and Blurr started to pace once again, anxious flickers of charge dancing through his circuits. He shook his helm, doggedly continuing.
That therapist would probably tell him that taking the mech who had nearly killed him was far from a good idea. Frag. What did the therapist know anyway?
Blurr circled back around to Shockwave's front, that single optic meeting his gaze with eerie purpose.
“Honestly, I don't know what the Magnus is thinking.” If the Magnus even thinks, everyone knew Sentinel was just a windbag wrapped in an aluminum shell. “He wouldn't dare do this to Megatron. Oh, no. He was sent straight to spark prison. But you?” A bitter, cruel smirk curved Blurr's lipplate. “No one cares about you.”
He cocked out a hip, arms crossed, staring down at his... slave.
A deep ventilation hummed from the Decepticon's frame. “If you wish to demoralize me, you will not succeed.”
Blurr laughed. How could he not? And if it was a little pitched, a little not-quite-there, well that was his secret to keep.
“I'm just the messenger. And apparently the master. Your master as a matter of fact, Shockwave.” He leaned down, energy field a repressive wall against the bound Decepticon. “Or is it Longarm? Which one do you prefer? I'd hate to offend.”
This felt good. Like he was in control again. Like the walls weren't closing in and all he had to do was put pedes to the road and he could be off again.
Shockwave's optic flashed. “Do you think it is a kindness?”
“I think it is what you deserve.” Blurr circled around the Decepticon, wondering if the constant movement unnerved Shockwave. Wondered if the infiltrator was bothered by his captivity, by his helplessness.
“They should have executed you,” Blurr continued. “Like some of the others.” Lugnut, for one. And a couple of the Starscream clones.
Shockwave tilted his helm, defiant. “Wonder why they did not,” he said, vocals low and warning. “And then wonder what side you have chosen.”
Blurr barked a laugh, coming to a halt in front of Shockwave. He crouched, one digit curling under Shockwave's chin, pushing it further up. “Funny you should mention that. You did such a good job pretending to be one of us. I wonder how many times your loyalty wavered.”
A tangible vibration rattled Shockwave's armor, indignation at Blurr's insinuation echoing in his energy field. Hmm. Struck a circuit, did he?
“Oh, don't worry, Shockwave.” Blurr flicked his finger up and then drew back, leaving the Decepticon to glare at him. “I'll take good care of you. Just as you were so kind to me.”
For camfield
Prompt: Riku/Sora
Fandom: post-Kingdom Hearts II. Warnings: ingestion of a drug? schmoopiness...
“I told you not to touch that tea,” Riku grumbled.
“And the momeraths outgrabe!”
“What does that even mean!?”
There was no answer, save for another giggle.
Riku sighed.
This, like so many other of Sora's brilliant ideas, had turned out to be one more experience better left forgotten. At least in Riku's opinion.
Sure it sounded fun in theory. Visiting all the words Sora once saved. Saying hello to old friends. Reliving the adventure days. Et cetera, et cetera.
A warm, cuddly body snuggled up to Riku's side. Roaming hands continued to grope. And Sora kept singing nonsense phrases into Riku's ear. Complete with giggles.
This was the last time that they would ever visit Wonderland. And he'd thought Atlantica was infuriating. He'd been definitely proven wrong.
“Riku! Hey, Riku!” Sora tugged on his arm, bouncing in place.
Riku gritted his teeth. Over the next rise was their gummy ship. It couldn't be close enough. “What?”
“Beware the jubjub bird!” Sora announced with devilish glee, eyes all asparkle. “And shun the frumious Bandersnatch!”
Another heavy sigh escaped Riku before he could help himself. “I swear that they spiked that tea.”
A sloppy kiss was placed to his neck. “Mmm. You smell good,” Sora said, finally making sense.
There was the gummy ship. The glorious gummy ship. It would get them off this crazy planet, never to return again. And not soon enough.
“Thanks,” Riku grunted, hauling an arm around his shorter lover and all but dragging Sora with him. To Radiant Garden? Perhaps Cid had a cure for whatever nonsense Sora had ingested in an effort to be friendly.
“And you know what else? The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!”
Sora's hand whipped through the air and the keyblade shimmered into existence with a pop of power and a dance of sparkles. It slashed and cut, leaving the sound of jangling bells behind. The play-fight knocked him off balance, nearly sending him crashing to the ground. He giggled some more.
“Sora!”
Riku struggled to keep on his own feet beneath him. Sora just laughed and tried to drag him down.
Seriously. Never coming back here again. Ever.
“And the momeraths outgrabe!”
“What does that even mean!?”
There was no answer, save for another giggle.
Riku sighed.
This, like so many other of Sora's brilliant ideas, had turned out to be one more experience better left forgotten. At least in Riku's opinion.
Sure it sounded fun in theory. Visiting all the words Sora once saved. Saying hello to old friends. Reliving the adventure days. Et cetera, et cetera.
A warm, cuddly body snuggled up to Riku's side. Roaming hands continued to grope. And Sora kept singing nonsense phrases into Riku's ear. Complete with giggles.
This was the last time that they would ever visit Wonderland. And he'd thought Atlantica was infuriating. He'd been definitely proven wrong.
“Riku! Hey, Riku!” Sora tugged on his arm, bouncing in place.
Riku gritted his teeth. Over the next rise was their gummy ship. It couldn't be close enough. “What?”
“Beware the jubjub bird!” Sora announced with devilish glee, eyes all asparkle. “And shun the frumious Bandersnatch!”
Another heavy sigh escaped Riku before he could help himself. “I swear that they spiked that tea.”
A sloppy kiss was placed to his neck. “Mmm. You smell good,” Sora said, finally making sense.
There was the gummy ship. The glorious gummy ship. It would get them off this crazy planet, never to return again. And not soon enough.
“Thanks,” Riku grunted, hauling an arm around his shorter lover and all but dragging Sora with him. To Radiant Garden? Perhaps Cid had a cure for whatever nonsense Sora had ingested in an effort to be friendly.
“And you know what else? The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!”
Sora's hand whipped through the air and the keyblade shimmered into existence with a pop of power and a dance of sparkles. It slashed and cut, leaving the sound of jangling bells behind. The play-fight knocked him off balance, nearly sending him crashing to the ground. He giggled some more.
“Sora!”
Riku struggled to keep on his own feet beneath him. Sora just laughed and tried to drag him down.
Seriously. Never coming back here again. Ever.
a/n: There are at least five more coming. I promise. As soon as I can get my head to stop pounding. Ugh.
