Flash Fiction Fills Take 64 Part Six

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For Catesly
Prompt: Bumblebee/Thundercracker, "don't get caught"

Fandom: Transformers IDW. Warnings: None

It wasn’t a blessing, just a warning.

“Don’t get caught,” Jazz had said. He’d given Bee a knowing look and then turned the other direction, giving Bumblebee his back, all but giving him permission.

Bumblebee had taken it. He’d crept into the night, to their established rendezvous, and waited, jumping at every sound, every breath of wind.

It was worth it, totally worth it.

Because sometimes it felt like the war would never be over. So he wanted this tiny little bit of peace for himself. He and a former Decepticon who still called himself a Decepticon, who had betrayed his comrades because he couldn’t betray himself.

They didn’t talk much. Words could be misconstrued and mistaken. Words could cause offense. It was easier to keep simple.

Questions and answers.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

And away they would go, Bumblebee lifted up in a Seeker’s arms to where he could so briefly experience the thrill of flight, until they could go somewhere secluded. Somewhere there wasn’t a war or the growing threat of the humans. Somewhere it was just the two of them, the press of their frames together, heat and crackling energy.

They kept words to a minimum.

All that mattered was the weight of Thundercracker’s hands on his frame or the slide of Bumblebee’s fingers into the Seeker’s seams. He liked to listen to the powerful roar of Thundercracker’s engines, as much as Thundercracker enjoyed them laying together, and listening to Bee’s own systems purr.

Going their separate ways was the worst part.

Thundercracker was exiled to solitude, constantly fleeing the humans that might do him harm.

Bumblebee returned to his friends, to the Autobots, wondering why he felt increasingly the outsider, and wondering if he was the only one who felt that way.

Jazz remained the only one who knew. He never said anything when Bumblebee came creeping back to base, carrying the scent of satisfaction and overload. But the look in Jazz’s visor said all he needed to say.

“Just don’t get caught.”

For Ruination-Anon
Prompt: Tarn/Deathsaurus/Star Saber, The spark is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it?

Fandom: Transformers MTMTE. Warnings: elements of noncon and torture

This was a mistake.

That was the last thought that crossed Star Saber’s processor before he was engulfed in an intangible pain and he collapsed to the decking beneath him. His entire frame twitched with lingering agony and his visual feed fritzed. Stasis called to him, his frame yearning for it.

As he slipped toward the black, shadows bent down over him. One was a Decepticon, the badge his face, one Star Saber had heard rumor of, but did not believe existed. The other was bestial. An abomination.

And then there was darkness.

Though he felt he blinked and onlined to light. Something so bright it was blinding. He tried to turn his helm away, and found that he couldn’t move. He’d been shackled down, wrists and ankles and abdomen and even a strap across his helm. He rebooted his sensory suite and his vision clarified.

The faces were still there.

“–can make use of him,” one was saying.

“The question, my dear Deathsaurus, is whether or not we want to,” the other purred, and something in his vocals stirred Star Saber’s spark.

A wave of pleasure cascaded through his frame, his circuits aching at the abrupt shift from agony to pleasure.

“I’m of the mind that we don’t waste a potential resource.”

“Very well.” The Decepticon badge leaned closer, crimson optics gleaming behind it. “Then let me see what I can do.”

The other clapped him on the shoulder and smirked. “I trust your judgment, Tarn.”

Star Saber’s spark throbbed. His entire frame wrenched in his restraints. Bright spots danced in his visual feed.

This was a mistake, he realized, as his vocalizer locked down on him and his backstrut arched against the restraints.

Primus save him.

For Officialbumblebee
Prompt: Cultural Differences Between Frametypes

Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: None

Cybertronians were weird. Even for aliens, they were pretty weird.

Chip should know. He’d spent enough time around them to pick out a few of their quirks and idiosyncrasies. They tried to hide them in their efforts to blend in, but Chip’s paid attention.

Like take Ratchet and First Aid and Hoist for instance.

Chip’s spent a good deal of time in the medbay because it’s safe to hang out there and chat then it is to do so in Wheeljack’s laboratory, and medics are weird. They had this odd thing where they won’t touch either other’s hands. Instead of shaking hands or high-fiving each other, they’ll knock their forearms together. It’s seen as congratulatory or celebratory.

Chip asked once, and Ratchet said something about it being poor form for medics to touch other medic’s hands because of how important they were. But he couldn’t explain why a medic had no problem shaking hands with a warrior or an engineer.

And then there were the soldiers like Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, or Smokescreen or Bluestreak, those with alt-modes that could be used for racing, or modified for said use like the case of the Datsuns.

They revved their engines when they saw each other. Yeah, the twins were more aggressive than the others and Bluestreak sounded oddly cute when he did it, but still. They all did it to greet each other. Even Red Alert!

It was a perfunctory rev, as though it annoyed him to participate in this act, but he still did it.

Honestly though, it was the minibots who were the weirdest.

They would, out of nowhere, climb into the lap of a bigger bot, and make themselves at home. Sometimes, they’d curl up and go to recharge. Other times, they’d sit there and purr their engine, like a cat requesting attention.

And the weirdest parts?

The bigger bot would do it! They’d stroke the minibot’s helm, or down their back, or pat them on the knee. They wouldn’t say anything, or act like they even noticed what they were doing. As though it was a purely automatic reaction.

Even Cliffjumper would do it! And even the rough and tumble bots like Ironhide or Inferno, they’d just get this sappy look on their face and start petting whichever minibot crawled into their lap. The whole room would be filled with the sound of purring engines and contentment.

It was like a gaggle of minibots had wandered in and tamed the Autobots’ fiercest warriors.

The icing on the cake, though, was when Chip saw Seaspray crawl into Sunstreaker’s lap. Chip had held his breath, half-expecting for there to be bloodshed. But apparently, this was a common occurrence because Sunstreaker’s hand went to a spot that caused Seaspray to melt across his lap and instantly fall into recharge.

And that sealed it for Chip.

Cybertronians were weird.

a/n: Still lots more flash fics to come!