Flash Fiction Fills Take 51 - Part Two
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dracoqueen22a/n: Two more flash fics with the last to come as soon as I finish it. I could shorten it, fade to black, but I thought I'd teased you all with enough fade to black smut so I'm going to keep on trucking right into pronzy land. So it'll be a couple more days on that one. Until then, enjoy these two. :)
For dellessa
Prompt: MTMTE, MegatronxRodimus, “No. Really. I am the captain.”
Fandom: Transformers IDW/MTMTE. Warnings: Spoilers for post-Dark Cybertron.
For Fuzipenguin
Prompt: G1, WheeljackxOptimus, “A little less conversation, a little more action”
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: implications of smut
a/n: One more flash fic to go. Huzzah! I finished and turned in my reverse bang fic. Yay! Now I'm poking at some WIPs but not seeing much progress. Here's hoping I can put words where they belong on those such projects.
Next flash fic Friday will be August 16th. For those of you visiting my personal website, we are about 1200 hits away from hitting the 66666th which means the person who nabs the screenshot gets a fic from me. Not a flash fic, but a fully realized story. Last hit (at 60K) was a Justice League prompt that inspired "Cardboard World," one of my top five favorite fics that I've written. Readers have the best prompts, I swear. :D
With that said, feedback is always welcome and appreciated. And back to tip-tapping at my keyboard I go.
For dellessa
Prompt: MTMTE, MegatronxRodimus, “No. Really. I am the captain.”
Fandom: Transformers IDW/MTMTE. Warnings: Spoilers for post-Dark Cybertron.
“I think it's for the best,” Optimus Prime had said. “You'll be sharing the captaincy as well. Just to allay the concerns of all parties involved.”
Megatron, in yet another miracle of miracles, had agreed. Clearly, something in the universe was out of alignment. He never imagined the day he would agree with Optimus Prime.
And therein lay his folly.
“You,” he said, staring at his co-captain and unable to ignore the pit of disgust churning through his internals.
Rodimus offered a somewhat awkward grin. “Me,” he confirmed with a nod. “Oh, and Ultra Magnus will be with us. But you already knew that.”
Megatron cycled a ventilation, clenched his hands into a tight fist before loosing them. “You,” he repeated, and no small wonder Optimus had scuttled out of the room at first chance. “You are the captain of this vessel.”
“It was my idea,” Rodimus said, folding his arms over his chestplate as he looked up at Megatron. “So yeah, I'm the captain.”
Megatron's mouth opened and then closed again. His optics cycled down and he half-turned away from Rodimus, activating his comm.
“Optimus, I am not amused,” he said, making no effort to keep the conversation quiet.
The Prime's answer came swiftly. “Neither am I. But you asked for the Knights of Cybertron and this is your only option to find them. Either work with Rodimus or sit here in a cell hoping that Rodimus succeeds.”
Megatron ground his denta. “This is cruel and unusual punishment, Prime.”
Optimus had the gall to laugh at him over the comm. Laugh! “I think you'll survive. And if you're lucky, you'll return with your sanity intact. Optimus out.”
The comm closed before Megatron could form another retort and he cursed subvocally. This had to be Prime's petty revenge.
“Are you done whining to Optimus or can we talk about this like fully-matured mechs?” Rodimus asked, arching an orbital ridge.
Megatron huffed a ventilation. So said the mech with flames painted across his chassis and a list of complaints from some of his subordinates.
“Talk?” Megatron repeated.
“Well, we could just wing it.” Rodimus shrugged, embellished shoulders rising and falling. “But obviously that hasn't worked out for me so far. Better that we decide here and now how we're going to do this. And for the record, I'm not too keen on sharing captaincy with a mass murderer either but I don't have much of a choice.”
Optimus Prime's orders trumped all others, apparently, even for Rodimus-not-a-Prime and former Decepticon warlords.
Argh.
Megatron rubbed his forehelm, feeling a processor ache in the midst of developing. At least he'd left Starscream behind on Cybertron.
Thank Primus for that.
Megatron, in yet another miracle of miracles, had agreed. Clearly, something in the universe was out of alignment. He never imagined the day he would agree with Optimus Prime.
And therein lay his folly.
“You,” he said, staring at his co-captain and unable to ignore the pit of disgust churning through his internals.
Rodimus offered a somewhat awkward grin. “Me,” he confirmed with a nod. “Oh, and Ultra Magnus will be with us. But you already knew that.”
Megatron cycled a ventilation, clenched his hands into a tight fist before loosing them. “You,” he repeated, and no small wonder Optimus had scuttled out of the room at first chance. “You are the captain of this vessel.”
“It was my idea,” Rodimus said, folding his arms over his chestplate as he looked up at Megatron. “So yeah, I'm the captain.”
Megatron's mouth opened and then closed again. His optics cycled down and he half-turned away from Rodimus, activating his comm.
“Optimus, I am not amused,” he said, making no effort to keep the conversation quiet.
The Prime's answer came swiftly. “Neither am I. But you asked for the Knights of Cybertron and this is your only option to find them. Either work with Rodimus or sit here in a cell hoping that Rodimus succeeds.”
Megatron ground his denta. “This is cruel and unusual punishment, Prime.”
Optimus had the gall to laugh at him over the comm. Laugh! “I think you'll survive. And if you're lucky, you'll return with your sanity intact. Optimus out.”
The comm closed before Megatron could form another retort and he cursed subvocally. This had to be Prime's petty revenge.
“Are you done whining to Optimus or can we talk about this like fully-matured mechs?” Rodimus asked, arching an orbital ridge.
Megatron huffed a ventilation. So said the mech with flames painted across his chassis and a list of complaints from some of his subordinates.
“Talk?” Megatron repeated.
“Well, we could just wing it.” Rodimus shrugged, embellished shoulders rising and falling. “But obviously that hasn't worked out for me so far. Better that we decide here and now how we're going to do this. And for the record, I'm not too keen on sharing captaincy with a mass murderer either but I don't have much of a choice.”
Optimus Prime's orders trumped all others, apparently, even for Rodimus-not-a-Prime and former Decepticon warlords.
Argh.
Megatron rubbed his forehelm, feeling a processor ache in the midst of developing. At least he'd left Starscream behind on Cybertron.
Thank Primus for that.
For Fuzipenguin
Prompt: G1, WheeljackxOptimus, “A little less conversation, a little more action”
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: implications of smut
Wheeljack was talking. His hands were waving, gesticulating wildly. His indicators lit up in fits and bursts of bright colors. His frame language was animated, excited. Clearly, he'd had some kind of scientific breakthrough.
Wheeljack was talking but all Optimus heard was scientific babble. Something about converters and percentages and transmorphers and...
Wheeljack had a really nice paintjob. Attractive, come to consider it. A white base coat, clean lines of green and red. His alt-mode was suitable for his base frame, giving him angles in all the right places. And that spoiler! It twitched, up and down, like faux wings with every excited gesture.
It occurred to Optimus that it had been a long time since he'd had the pleasure of enjoying Wheeljack in the berth. Both he and Perceptor had been cloistered in the lab as of late, buried in the particulars of their experiments. It had been just as long since Optimus had enjoyed Perceptor as well, but Wheeljack was the one presently in front of him. He would have to hunt down Perceptor at a later date.
“Optimus? Are you listening?”
Optimus pushed to his pedes. “I understood the gist of it,” he said and tilted his helm to the side. “Can I help that you are so distracting?”
Wheeljack's indicators glow a soft pink. “You're supposed to be paying attention to me. I was telling you about the diaclonic converter which you specifically ordered details regarding last week.”
Oh, right. Somewhere, Optimus did remember giving that order, mostly because as brilliant as Wheeljack and Perceptor could be, it helped to give them boundaries. Hold the reins, so to speak.
Hmm. Reins. Now wasn't that an image? Optimus' engine revved. He wondered if Wheeljack were up for a little... adventure?
“All right,” said the engineer, planting his hands on his hips as he gave Optimus a long look. “You've got that gleam in your optic and I know my babbling wasn't that enticing. What gives?”
Optimus chuckled. “On the contrary. Your enthusiasm was quite tempting.”
“Oh.” Understanding dawned as Wheeljack's field hummed with contemplation before flaring with interest. “Oh.”
Ah, speechless. It was quite the good look on Wheeljack, though watching him in full animation was equally endearing.
Optimus' battlemask slid open as he approached the engineer, one hand cupping Wheeljack's face to gently drag his thumb across Wheeljack's ever-necessary blast mask. “Yes, oh,” he said, letting a purr fill his vocals. “Do you have something pressing in the lab to attend or are you free for the evening?”
“I'm free,” Wheeljack said, tone thick with desire as his field opened up to Optimus, blithely seeking to connect. “I'm definitely free. And even if I wasn't, I am now.”
“Good.” Optimus' harmonics echoed the arousal trickling through his lines. “Because I believe you and I are due to some quality time together.”
Wheeljack's cooling fans all ticked on in tandem, the only response Optimus received as he once again, made Wheeljack speechless.
Wheeljack was talking but all Optimus heard was scientific babble. Something about converters and percentages and transmorphers and...
Wheeljack had a really nice paintjob. Attractive, come to consider it. A white base coat, clean lines of green and red. His alt-mode was suitable for his base frame, giving him angles in all the right places. And that spoiler! It twitched, up and down, like faux wings with every excited gesture.
It occurred to Optimus that it had been a long time since he'd had the pleasure of enjoying Wheeljack in the berth. Both he and Perceptor had been cloistered in the lab as of late, buried in the particulars of their experiments. It had been just as long since Optimus had enjoyed Perceptor as well, but Wheeljack was the one presently in front of him. He would have to hunt down Perceptor at a later date.
“Optimus? Are you listening?”
Optimus pushed to his pedes. “I understood the gist of it,” he said and tilted his helm to the side. “Can I help that you are so distracting?”
Wheeljack's indicators glow a soft pink. “You're supposed to be paying attention to me. I was telling you about the diaclonic converter which you specifically ordered details regarding last week.”
Oh, right. Somewhere, Optimus did remember giving that order, mostly because as brilliant as Wheeljack and Perceptor could be, it helped to give them boundaries. Hold the reins, so to speak.
Hmm. Reins. Now wasn't that an image? Optimus' engine revved. He wondered if Wheeljack were up for a little... adventure?
“All right,” said the engineer, planting his hands on his hips as he gave Optimus a long look. “You've got that gleam in your optic and I know my babbling wasn't that enticing. What gives?”
Optimus chuckled. “On the contrary. Your enthusiasm was quite tempting.”
“Oh.” Understanding dawned as Wheeljack's field hummed with contemplation before flaring with interest. “Oh.”
Ah, speechless. It was quite the good look on Wheeljack, though watching him in full animation was equally endearing.
Optimus' battlemask slid open as he approached the engineer, one hand cupping Wheeljack's face to gently drag his thumb across Wheeljack's ever-necessary blast mask. “Yes, oh,” he said, letting a purr fill his vocals. “Do you have something pressing in the lab to attend or are you free for the evening?”
“I'm free,” Wheeljack said, tone thick with desire as his field opened up to Optimus, blithely seeking to connect. “I'm definitely free. And even if I wasn't, I am now.”
“Good.” Optimus' harmonics echoed the arousal trickling through his lines. “Because I believe you and I are due to some quality time together.”
Wheeljack's cooling fans all ticked on in tandem, the only response Optimus received as he once again, made Wheeljack speechless.
a/n: One more flash fic to go. Huzzah! I finished and turned in my reverse bang fic. Yay! Now I'm poking at some WIPs but not seeing much progress. Here's hoping I can put words where they belong on those such projects.
Next flash fic Friday will be August 16th. For those of you visiting my personal website, we are about 1200 hits away from hitting the 66666th which means the person who nabs the screenshot gets a fic from me. Not a flash fic, but a fully realized story. Last hit (at 60K) was a Justice League prompt that inspired "Cardboard World," one of my top five favorite fics that I've written. Readers have the best prompts, I swear. :D
With that said, feedback is always welcome and appreciated. And back to tip-tapping at my keyboard I go.
