Flash Fiction Fills Take 64 Part Three
For Rocking Anon
Prompt: AU where idw megatron was also an underground rockstar whose lyrics inflamed the sparks of his eventual followers
Fandom: Transformers Prime AU. Warnings: None
Orion plugged into the console and readied the link. He glanced warily over his shoulder, but there was no one else in the Archives to pay him a bit of attention. And if listened through his datalink rather than through the speakers, perhaps no one would notice.
He cycled a ventilation and opened the message Jazz had forwarded to him. The music had Jazz’s seal of approval, two thumbs up, and he promised that it would get Orion’s spark to hopping.
Such music was forbidden. Orion would lose a week’s worth of pay if he was caught.
But he had to know. He’d heard rumors of this Megatronus, whose vocals could send a surge through a mech’s spark and maybe even make him spontaneously overlord. Orion had heard that he spoke of forbidden things, that he urged his fans to think for themselves and live for the arts.
Orion wanted to hear for himself.
So he clicked the link and braced himself. His optics widened when he realized there was video as well as audio attached. His screen was filled with a dark club, the stage itself lit up with light and flame.
The mech who took center stage was large and silver, his plating giving evidence of a life spent underground. He held an instrument, something Orion could not identify as it looked homemade. The roar of the crowd drowned out his intro, and the moment the first strains of the song poured through the crackling speakers, the crowd got even louder.
Orion felt the beat pulsing through his systems. He wished he could be there, in that crowd, feeling the music with his pedes and his frame. He wished to be surrounded by that noise and life.
And then the mech’s vocals poured out, dark and gritty, a lyrical tirade against the injustice of the society that currently held them down, and Orion’s ventilations caught. His fingers trembled where they gripped the edge of the desk.
He watched as Megatronus strutted back and forth across the stage, effortlessly carrying his instrument, his vocals projecting loud and sure. He looked straight into the camera broadcasting his show, his blue optics ablaze with an inner fire.
It felt as though he were singing to Orion himself.
Orion’s vocalizer stalled. And he knew, in that moment, he had to meet this Megatronus, the singer who spoke straight to Orion’s spark.
For Trail Anon
Prompt: Happy or Sexy Megatron/Trailcutter
Fandom: Transformers IDW, MTMTE S2. Warnings: None
There was something soothing about the sound of Megatron’s voice. If Trailcutter blocked out all else about what Megatron had been and focused only on that dark, rumbling cadence, something in Trailcutter’s spark settled.
It didn’t matter what Megatron said, only that he continued to speak. Trailcutter’s engine purred as he lay on the berth, his helm on Megatron’s thigh. He listened to the once-warlord read off an old folktale from oft-forgotten Cybertronian lore. The story itself wasn’t interesting, but Megatron could read off a list of comm codes, and Trailcutter would be satisfied.
“Am I causing you to recharge?” Megatron asked, amusement rich in his vocals.
Trailcutter hadn’t even realized he’d shuttered his optics. “No. I'm… immersing myself.”
“Is that so?” Megatron’s hand rested on his helm, thumb stroking Trailcutter’s cheek.
Trailcutter should’ve been afraid. He wasn’t. Maybe that should bother him, too. It didn’t.
He hummed an affirmative. “The story is very-”
“-tedious?” Megatron supplied dryly. “Yes, I think so, too. Only someone like Cyclonus could truly appreciate these, I think.”
Trailcutter chuckled and looked up at the former Decepticon who had somehow become his berthmate in a short amount of time. He still didn’t know what to think about that.
“Probably so.” He turned his face toward Megatron’s palm. “Maybe we could find other ways to entertain ourselves then.”
Megatron leaned over him, all warm mass and intoxicating words. “I suppose I could think of something,” he said, promise in his crimson optics.
They kissed.
That should’ve alarmed Trailcutter, too. Sometimes, he even wondered what it meant, that he felt more himself than he ever did, in the arms of the worst murderer Cybertron had ever seen.
And then that thought passed and he curled further into Megatron’s arms. Because Megatron had looked at him and seen something worth salvaging, and for that, Trailcutter would ignore everything else.
For Jack3Dragon
Prompt: Ratchet/Perceptor, Perceptor has a crush
Fandom: Transformers MTMTE. Warnings: None
It took a month of almost tripping over Perceptor every time that he turned around before Ratchet realized that it was because Perceptor had been a near-constant presence as of late.
And then Ratchet facepalmed because he’d been so blind that he hadn’t noticed Perceptor casually inviting him to share drinks in Swerve’s bar, or popping up when Ratchet least expected with an invitation to play a game or have a quiet night in.
He hadn’t realized how out of the loop he was until he realized that Perceptor’s soft smiles and more confident invitations had been flirting. And then Ratchet felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner.
So the next time Perceptor swung by the medbay, offering to look at one of the malfunctioning pieces of equipment that Ratchet could have repaired himself, Ratchet decided to be proactive.
“The other day you asked me if I wanted to get a drink,” Ratchet said as Perceptor peered at the damaged component. “Is that invitation still open?”
Perceptor paused and looked at him, helm tilted, reticular optic inscrutable. “I never rescinded the offer,” he said with a curve of his lips. “Though I was under the impression you are eternally… shall I say, occupied?”
Ratchet barked a laugh and shook his helm. “More like I’m an idiot. You could have said something sooner, Perceptor.”
The scientist set down the component and faced Ratchet fully, reminding him that they were of a height and mass. Which was kind of nice actually.
“I should have,” Perceptor admitted and it was with a little laugh. “But you have to admit, Ratchet, you can be quite intimidating sometimes.”
“I do that on purpose, you know,” Ratchet grumbled, though it was with humor and not true irritation. “These misbehaving fools constantly getting themselves into trouble. How else am I going to convince them to think before they act?”
Perceptor chuckled. “How true.” He paused and gave Ratchet a longer look. “About that drink… is now an acceptable time for you?”
“Aid has been harping on me to take a break every now and again.” Ratchet tilted his helm toward the door. “Let’s go. I think we both could use it.”
Perceptor’s grin only proved that Ratchet had made the right choice.
a/n: That makes... nine down and twenty-two more to go. I am definitely rocking and rolling on these. ^_^
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Prompt: AU where idw megatron was also an underground rockstar whose lyrics inflamed the sparks of his eventual followers
Fandom: Transformers Prime AU. Warnings: None
Orion plugged into the console and readied the link. He glanced warily over his shoulder, but there was no one else in the Archives to pay him a bit of attention. And if listened through his datalink rather than through the speakers, perhaps no one would notice.
He cycled a ventilation and opened the message Jazz had forwarded to him. The music had Jazz’s seal of approval, two thumbs up, and he promised that it would get Orion’s spark to hopping.
Such music was forbidden. Orion would lose a week’s worth of pay if he was caught.
But he had to know. He’d heard rumors of this Megatronus, whose vocals could send a surge through a mech’s spark and maybe even make him spontaneously overlord. Orion had heard that he spoke of forbidden things, that he urged his fans to think for themselves and live for the arts.
Orion wanted to hear for himself.
So he clicked the link and braced himself. His optics widened when he realized there was video as well as audio attached. His screen was filled with a dark club, the stage itself lit up with light and flame.
The mech who took center stage was large and silver, his plating giving evidence of a life spent underground. He held an instrument, something Orion could not identify as it looked homemade. The roar of the crowd drowned out his intro, and the moment the first strains of the song poured through the crackling speakers, the crowd got even louder.
Orion felt the beat pulsing through his systems. He wished he could be there, in that crowd, feeling the music with his pedes and his frame. He wished to be surrounded by that noise and life.
And then the mech’s vocals poured out, dark and gritty, a lyrical tirade against the injustice of the society that currently held them down, and Orion’s ventilations caught. His fingers trembled where they gripped the edge of the desk.
He watched as Megatronus strutted back and forth across the stage, effortlessly carrying his instrument, his vocals projecting loud and sure. He looked straight into the camera broadcasting his show, his blue optics ablaze with an inner fire.
It felt as though he were singing to Orion himself.
Orion’s vocalizer stalled. And he knew, in that moment, he had to meet this Megatronus, the singer who spoke straight to Orion’s spark.
For Trail Anon
Prompt: Happy or Sexy Megatron/Trailcutter
Fandom: Transformers IDW, MTMTE S2. Warnings: None
There was something soothing about the sound of Megatron’s voice. If Trailcutter blocked out all else about what Megatron had been and focused only on that dark, rumbling cadence, something in Trailcutter’s spark settled.
It didn’t matter what Megatron said, only that he continued to speak. Trailcutter’s engine purred as he lay on the berth, his helm on Megatron’s thigh. He listened to the once-warlord read off an old folktale from oft-forgotten Cybertronian lore. The story itself wasn’t interesting, but Megatron could read off a list of comm codes, and Trailcutter would be satisfied.
“Am I causing you to recharge?” Megatron asked, amusement rich in his vocals.
Trailcutter hadn’t even realized he’d shuttered his optics. “No. I'm… immersing myself.”
“Is that so?” Megatron’s hand rested on his helm, thumb stroking Trailcutter’s cheek.
Trailcutter should’ve been afraid. He wasn’t. Maybe that should bother him, too. It didn’t.
He hummed an affirmative. “The story is very-”
“-tedious?” Megatron supplied dryly. “Yes, I think so, too. Only someone like Cyclonus could truly appreciate these, I think.”
Trailcutter chuckled and looked up at the former Decepticon who had somehow become his berthmate in a short amount of time. He still didn’t know what to think about that.
“Probably so.” He turned his face toward Megatron’s palm. “Maybe we could find other ways to entertain ourselves then.”
Megatron leaned over him, all warm mass and intoxicating words. “I suppose I could think of something,” he said, promise in his crimson optics.
They kissed.
That should’ve alarmed Trailcutter, too. Sometimes, he even wondered what it meant, that he felt more himself than he ever did, in the arms of the worst murderer Cybertron had ever seen.
And then that thought passed and he curled further into Megatron’s arms. Because Megatron had looked at him and seen something worth salvaging, and for that, Trailcutter would ignore everything else.
For Jack3Dragon
Prompt: Ratchet/Perceptor, Perceptor has a crush
Fandom: Transformers MTMTE. Warnings: None
It took a month of almost tripping over Perceptor every time that he turned around before Ratchet realized that it was because Perceptor had been a near-constant presence as of late.
And then Ratchet facepalmed because he’d been so blind that he hadn’t noticed Perceptor casually inviting him to share drinks in Swerve’s bar, or popping up when Ratchet least expected with an invitation to play a game or have a quiet night in.
He hadn’t realized how out of the loop he was until he realized that Perceptor’s soft smiles and more confident invitations had been flirting. And then Ratchet felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner.
So the next time Perceptor swung by the medbay, offering to look at one of the malfunctioning pieces of equipment that Ratchet could have repaired himself, Ratchet decided to be proactive.
“The other day you asked me if I wanted to get a drink,” Ratchet said as Perceptor peered at the damaged component. “Is that invitation still open?”
Perceptor paused and looked at him, helm tilted, reticular optic inscrutable. “I never rescinded the offer,” he said with a curve of his lips. “Though I was under the impression you are eternally… shall I say, occupied?”
Ratchet barked a laugh and shook his helm. “More like I’m an idiot. You could have said something sooner, Perceptor.”
The scientist set down the component and faced Ratchet fully, reminding him that they were of a height and mass. Which was kind of nice actually.
“I should have,” Perceptor admitted and it was with a little laugh. “But you have to admit, Ratchet, you can be quite intimidating sometimes.”
“I do that on purpose, you know,” Ratchet grumbled, though it was with humor and not true irritation. “These misbehaving fools constantly getting themselves into trouble. How else am I going to convince them to think before they act?”
Perceptor chuckled. “How true.” He paused and gave Ratchet a longer look. “About that drink… is now an acceptable time for you?”
“Aid has been harping on me to take a break every now and again.” Ratchet tilted his helm toward the door. “Let’s go. I think we both could use it.”
Perceptor’s grin only proved that Ratchet had made the right choice.
a/n: That makes... nine down and twenty-two more to go. I am definitely rocking and rolling on these. ^_^
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/316956.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.