Flash Fiction Fills (Take 33) Part One
a/n: These took me way, way too long. Here are the first two for your reading enjoyment. Keep in mind these have been glanced over at best so there may be a few grammatical mistakes here and there.
For azardarkstar
Prompt: Jazz, alien abduction
Fandom: Transformers Bayverse (Jazz is alive!!!) and the 2011 film Paul. Warnings: language
The feel of an alien presence pawing around his interior is the first thing that drags Jazz out of his recharge, though his senses must be slipping if he hadn't sensed someone approaching him. He onlines carefully, making certain that the intruder doesn't recognize him for a sentient being.
He expects to see a human, notorious for trying to take things that don't belong to them. Jazz knows his alt-mode is a sexy example of human engineering. Of course some human would want a piece of that action.
His sensors subtly sweep the interior of his cabin as fingers fumble at his ignition before pawing around, looking for keys.
Hmm. Not human. Organic, but not human. How intriguing. It can't be an animal, because Jazz doesn't think there's an animal on Earth smart enough to figure out how to start a car.
He turns on an optical sensor, getting a glimpse of the invader. Who is... definitely not Earth in origin. Jazz doesn't recognize this particular species.
The alien is leaking fluid, much like a human sweats, and fear is tangible in its bioelectric field. It's patting every thing in sight, one hand groping at the ignition. Ah, looking for keys Jazz assumes. Right. Like he - or any human - would be dumb enough to leave his keys in an unlocked vehicle.
Never mind the fact he'd been stupid enough to leave himself unlocked in the first place. Massive error of judgment on his part.
The alien is also, by the way, cursing in rather fluent English and a couple of other languages, too. He slams his fists against the steering wheel in defeat which wasn't at all comfortable.
“Can I help ya?” Jazz demands testily, figuring that Prime's directive to lay low and keep hidden doesn't count for fellow non-Earth beings.
Unsurprisingly, the alien shrieks, leaps high enough that he bonks his bulbous head on Jazz's roof, and starts flailing his arms around. “What the fuck, man? What the fuck!”
“Whoa. Chill.” Jazz winces as the alien bangs around a bit more, his elbow digging right into a sensor cluster in a not-fun way. “I'm not goin' ta hurt ya.” Funny isn't it, that he's comforting the invader who climbed into him without permission with full intent to grand theft auto?
The alien freezes completely and pokes at Jazz's steering wheel. “This... isn't a recording, is it?”
“Nope!”
“Fuck!”
Foul-mouthed little creature, isn't he?
“I repeat, can I help ya? Because let me tell ya, this isn't exactly comfortable for me,” Jazz says, wriggling a bit on his suspension. He was in the middle of a recharge cycle, slaggit. And he'd kinda like to return to it.
The alien clutches the steering wheel. One foot prods the gas pedal.
“Oye! Stop that!”
“This is too weird.”
If Jazz could, he'd roll his optics. Really? Jazz is the one that's weird? “Seriously? Either get out or start talkin', you... whatever ya are.”
“The name's Paul.”
“Jazz. So tell me why yer tryin' to hijack me.”
Paul raps his fingers over the top of the steering wheel. “I'm just trying to get my ass home before the humans turn me into shish-ka-bob.”
Yeah. The humans have a nasty habit of slicing open aliens. Jazz can relate. Or, well, Bumblebee can.
“Ya got a way?”
“Just have to get to the pick up.”
Jazz starts his engine with a strut-shaking rev. He ponders. It should be good for his karma to help out a fellow non-Earth native.
“Fine.” He clicks his locks, backing out of his parking space with a squeal of tires. “I'll take ya as far as Nevada.”
Paul folds his arms behind his head, kicking back in his seat. “Thanks bunches, Jazz.” He grins. “Hey, mind if I smoke?”
“Scrap, yeah. The smell sticks around in my upholstery.”
“Spoilsport.”
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: TatsukixSoifon, Yoruichi, “I don't know what she saw in you”
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: None.
“A little birdie tells me that you're quite the thief.”
Her senses have improved greatly over the past few months. Tatsuki credits that to Soifon relentlessly drilling her with particulars and encouraging her to practice. Therefore, when the voice floats up to her out of seemingly nowhere, she doesn't startle. As a matter of fact, Tatsuki had sensed her visitor minutes before she had spoken.
Of course, it's just like Yoruichi to try and throw Tatsuki off balance from step one. It's probably how she manipulated Soifon, too.
Best to play it off, let the captain think she's got the upper hand.
Tatsuki performs an exaggerated jump of surprise, whirling to face Yoruichi. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Yoruichi casually examines Tatsuki's small, personal dojo, taking in the padded mats, the shelves of awards and folded gi. “I don't like having to come to the Living World to find my protege.”
Tatsuki's eyes narrow, shifting her stance loosely, still defensive, but ready for action. She watches Yoruichi closely. “You didn't answer my question.”
“And you haven't answered mine,” Yoruichi replies, giving Tatsuki a sidelong look. “Or are my sources wrong?”
Tatsuki tilts her chin. “You can't steal something that's been thrown away. It becomes public property after that.” She smiles, but it's all teeth. Her heart's pounding in her chest, her fledgling reiatsu swelling within her.
Yoruichi's way out of her league in terms of spiritual power, but Tatsuki will be damned if she goes down without a fight. She's never backed down from the fights that matter. She's a lot like Ichigo in that respect. Speaking of, she doesn't think Ichigo will take too kindly to Yoruichi giving Tatsuki a beat down. Though, honestly, Tatsuki doesn't want Ichigo to fight her battles for her. Ah, decisions, decisions.
“Now answer my question,” Tatsuki adds. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She sees no reason to be polite with Yoruichi. The noble obviously came here spoiling for a fight.
Yoruichi turns, something like amusement pulling on her lips, but her gold eyes are dark, dangerous. Easy to see what could have attracted Soifon at first, at least superficially. “I was curious,” Yoruichi purrs, coming closer. “A human? Clearly you're only a distraction.”
“Am I?” Tatsuki cocks a brow, unaffected by Yoruichi's obvious attempt to seduce. She doesn't want beautiful nobles. She wants a surly, frowning ninja who makes the sweetest cries when she orgasms. “Then why are you here? Why are you so curious?” And is that worry she detects in escaping tendrils of Yoruchi's reiatsu?
A flurry of emotions flickers over Yoruichi's face before she buries them in a mask of stoicism, though not fast enough. “I thought to observe my competition, but I realize there is none. You couldn't compare to a Shihouin.”
“Of course I can't. I'm better.” Tatsuki grins and there's no fake humor in the action. “You know, I never did understand what she saw in you. All glimmer and no worth. Stringing her around because it was a game for you.”
She takes a step closer, remembering all too well how long it had taken her to get Soifon to open up. Months and months of painstaking care, of biting wit, each moment of laughter hoarded so preciously.
“The shininess is fading though,” Tatsuki adds, watching as Yoruichi's face twists into something ugly. Beautiful, but ugly all the same. Trust a noble to make fury and jealousy still hold an element of attractiveness. “And it's not coming back. She's not your toy anymore.”
Reiatsu flares outward, blasting Tatsuki with heat, but she holds her ground. She'll fight for Soifon, fight in all the ways Yoruichi never bothered.
“You are a fool,” Yoruichi spits out, but its forced. Like she knows she's beaten. “And when Soifon realizes the mistake she's made, you'll be the one left begging.”
An empty threat if Tatsuki's ever heard one. She lifts a hand, waggling her fingers at Yoruichi. “I guess we'll see, won't we?”
Yoruichi sneers, but doesn't gift Tatsuki with an answer. She's gone in a flash of ninja-smoke, leaving Tatsuki to wave away the lingering grey. Ugh. Just like Yoruichi to poison her dojo with that noxious stuff.
Tatsuki moves to the window, cracking it open in hopes to dissipate the smoke. How rude.
Her senses tingle.
“I guess you were here the whole time?” Tatsuki says aloud.
“You're training is incomplete,” Soifon says from behind her.
Tatsuki turns, leaning against the window sill. “Were you worried?”
Soifon rolls her eyes. “I know better than that.” She comes closer, hands landing on the sill to either side of Tatsuki. “Besides, you seemed intent on defending my honor.”
“Honor? What the hell's that?” Tatsuki grins, lifting a hand to cup the back of Soifon's neck. “I've been wanting to cuss her out for months. She just made it easy.”
“You enjoyed it,” Soifon says.
“Course I did.” Tatsuki pulls her lover in closer, pressing their foreheads together. “Did you see that look on her face? Priceless.”
A haunted look flickers in Soifon's eyes, but it's gone just as quickly. “I'm not going to say thank you.”
“Cupcake,” Tatsuki purrs, knowing how much Soifon hates the cutesy endearments. “I didn't say all that for you to thank me. I'm just staking a claim.” She pulls Soifon the remaining distance, letting their lips come into brief contact. “Though, if you'd like, you can thank me in other ways. Like right now.”
Soifon looks scandalized. “Not in your dojo!”
Tatsuki laughs, affection swelling in her chest. “To the bedroom then?”
The bright burn in Soifon's cheeks never ceases to be adorable. “... Yes.”
Ha. Take that, Yoruichi.
a/n: Three more flash fics to come. Remember that the next FFF will be July 27th. :)
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/190254.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.
For azardarkstar
Prompt: Jazz, alien abduction
Fandom: Transformers Bayverse (Jazz is alive!!!) and the 2011 film Paul. Warnings: language
The feel of an alien presence pawing around his interior is the first thing that drags Jazz out of his recharge, though his senses must be slipping if he hadn't sensed someone approaching him. He onlines carefully, making certain that the intruder doesn't recognize him for a sentient being.
He expects to see a human, notorious for trying to take things that don't belong to them. Jazz knows his alt-mode is a sexy example of human engineering. Of course some human would want a piece of that action.
His sensors subtly sweep the interior of his cabin as fingers fumble at his ignition before pawing around, looking for keys.
Hmm. Not human. Organic, but not human. How intriguing. It can't be an animal, because Jazz doesn't think there's an animal on Earth smart enough to figure out how to start a car.
He turns on an optical sensor, getting a glimpse of the invader. Who is... definitely not Earth in origin. Jazz doesn't recognize this particular species.
The alien is leaking fluid, much like a human sweats, and fear is tangible in its bioelectric field. It's patting every thing in sight, one hand groping at the ignition. Ah, looking for keys Jazz assumes. Right. Like he - or any human - would be dumb enough to leave his keys in an unlocked vehicle.
Never mind the fact he'd been stupid enough to leave himself unlocked in the first place. Massive error of judgment on his part.
The alien is also, by the way, cursing in rather fluent English and a couple of other languages, too. He slams his fists against the steering wheel in defeat which wasn't at all comfortable.
“Can I help ya?” Jazz demands testily, figuring that Prime's directive to lay low and keep hidden doesn't count for fellow non-Earth beings.
Unsurprisingly, the alien shrieks, leaps high enough that he bonks his bulbous head on Jazz's roof, and starts flailing his arms around. “What the fuck, man? What the fuck!”
“Whoa. Chill.” Jazz winces as the alien bangs around a bit more, his elbow digging right into a sensor cluster in a not-fun way. “I'm not goin' ta hurt ya.” Funny isn't it, that he's comforting the invader who climbed into him without permission with full intent to grand theft auto?
The alien freezes completely and pokes at Jazz's steering wheel. “This... isn't a recording, is it?”
“Nope!”
“Fuck!”
Foul-mouthed little creature, isn't he?
“I repeat, can I help ya? Because let me tell ya, this isn't exactly comfortable for me,” Jazz says, wriggling a bit on his suspension. He was in the middle of a recharge cycle, slaggit. And he'd kinda like to return to it.
The alien clutches the steering wheel. One foot prods the gas pedal.
“Oye! Stop that!”
“This is too weird.”
If Jazz could, he'd roll his optics. Really? Jazz is the one that's weird? “Seriously? Either get out or start talkin', you... whatever ya are.”
“The name's Paul.”
“Jazz. So tell me why yer tryin' to hijack me.”
Paul raps his fingers over the top of the steering wheel. “I'm just trying to get my ass home before the humans turn me into shish-ka-bob.”
Yeah. The humans have a nasty habit of slicing open aliens. Jazz can relate. Or, well, Bumblebee can.
“Ya got a way?”
“Just have to get to the pick up.”
Jazz starts his engine with a strut-shaking rev. He ponders. It should be good for his karma to help out a fellow non-Earth native.
“Fine.” He clicks his locks, backing out of his parking space with a squeal of tires. “I'll take ya as far as Nevada.”
Paul folds his arms behind his head, kicking back in his seat. “Thanks bunches, Jazz.” He grins. “Hey, mind if I smoke?”
“Scrap, yeah. The smell sticks around in my upholstery.”
“Spoilsport.”
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: TatsukixSoifon, Yoruichi, “I don't know what she saw in you”
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: None.
“A little birdie tells me that you're quite the thief.”
Her senses have improved greatly over the past few months. Tatsuki credits that to Soifon relentlessly drilling her with particulars and encouraging her to practice. Therefore, when the voice floats up to her out of seemingly nowhere, she doesn't startle. As a matter of fact, Tatsuki had sensed her visitor minutes before she had spoken.
Of course, it's just like Yoruichi to try and throw Tatsuki off balance from step one. It's probably how she manipulated Soifon, too.
Best to play it off, let the captain think she's got the upper hand.
Tatsuki performs an exaggerated jump of surprise, whirling to face Yoruichi. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Yoruichi casually examines Tatsuki's small, personal dojo, taking in the padded mats, the shelves of awards and folded gi. “I don't like having to come to the Living World to find my protege.”
Tatsuki's eyes narrow, shifting her stance loosely, still defensive, but ready for action. She watches Yoruichi closely. “You didn't answer my question.”
“And you haven't answered mine,” Yoruichi replies, giving Tatsuki a sidelong look. “Or are my sources wrong?”
Tatsuki tilts her chin. “You can't steal something that's been thrown away. It becomes public property after that.” She smiles, but it's all teeth. Her heart's pounding in her chest, her fledgling reiatsu swelling within her.
Yoruichi's way out of her league in terms of spiritual power, but Tatsuki will be damned if she goes down without a fight. She's never backed down from the fights that matter. She's a lot like Ichigo in that respect. Speaking of, she doesn't think Ichigo will take too kindly to Yoruichi giving Tatsuki a beat down. Though, honestly, Tatsuki doesn't want Ichigo to fight her battles for her. Ah, decisions, decisions.
“Now answer my question,” Tatsuki adds. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She sees no reason to be polite with Yoruichi. The noble obviously came here spoiling for a fight.
Yoruichi turns, something like amusement pulling on her lips, but her gold eyes are dark, dangerous. Easy to see what could have attracted Soifon at first, at least superficially. “I was curious,” Yoruichi purrs, coming closer. “A human? Clearly you're only a distraction.”
“Am I?” Tatsuki cocks a brow, unaffected by Yoruichi's obvious attempt to seduce. She doesn't want beautiful nobles. She wants a surly, frowning ninja who makes the sweetest cries when she orgasms. “Then why are you here? Why are you so curious?” And is that worry she detects in escaping tendrils of Yoruchi's reiatsu?
A flurry of emotions flickers over Yoruichi's face before she buries them in a mask of stoicism, though not fast enough. “I thought to observe my competition, but I realize there is none. You couldn't compare to a Shihouin.”
“Of course I can't. I'm better.” Tatsuki grins and there's no fake humor in the action. “You know, I never did understand what she saw in you. All glimmer and no worth. Stringing her around because it was a game for you.”
She takes a step closer, remembering all too well how long it had taken her to get Soifon to open up. Months and months of painstaking care, of biting wit, each moment of laughter hoarded so preciously.
“The shininess is fading though,” Tatsuki adds, watching as Yoruichi's face twists into something ugly. Beautiful, but ugly all the same. Trust a noble to make fury and jealousy still hold an element of attractiveness. “And it's not coming back. She's not your toy anymore.”
Reiatsu flares outward, blasting Tatsuki with heat, but she holds her ground. She'll fight for Soifon, fight in all the ways Yoruichi never bothered.
“You are a fool,” Yoruichi spits out, but its forced. Like she knows she's beaten. “And when Soifon realizes the mistake she's made, you'll be the one left begging.”
An empty threat if Tatsuki's ever heard one. She lifts a hand, waggling her fingers at Yoruichi. “I guess we'll see, won't we?”
Yoruichi sneers, but doesn't gift Tatsuki with an answer. She's gone in a flash of ninja-smoke, leaving Tatsuki to wave away the lingering grey. Ugh. Just like Yoruichi to poison her dojo with that noxious stuff.
Tatsuki moves to the window, cracking it open in hopes to dissipate the smoke. How rude.
Her senses tingle.
“I guess you were here the whole time?” Tatsuki says aloud.
“You're training is incomplete,” Soifon says from behind her.
Tatsuki turns, leaning against the window sill. “Were you worried?”
Soifon rolls her eyes. “I know better than that.” She comes closer, hands landing on the sill to either side of Tatsuki. “Besides, you seemed intent on defending my honor.”
“Honor? What the hell's that?” Tatsuki grins, lifting a hand to cup the back of Soifon's neck. “I've been wanting to cuss her out for months. She just made it easy.”
“You enjoyed it,” Soifon says.
“Course I did.” Tatsuki pulls her lover in closer, pressing their foreheads together. “Did you see that look on her face? Priceless.”
A haunted look flickers in Soifon's eyes, but it's gone just as quickly. “I'm not going to say thank you.”
“Cupcake,” Tatsuki purrs, knowing how much Soifon hates the cutesy endearments. “I didn't say all that for you to thank me. I'm just staking a claim.” She pulls Soifon the remaining distance, letting their lips come into brief contact. “Though, if you'd like, you can thank me in other ways. Like right now.”
Soifon looks scandalized. “Not in your dojo!”
Tatsuki laughs, affection swelling in her chest. “To the bedroom then?”
The bright burn in Soifon's cheeks never ceases to be adorable. “... Yes.”
Ha. Take that, Yoruichi.
a/n: Three more flash fics to come. Remember that the next FFF will be July 27th. :)
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/190254.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.