Wanted: WAFFle Fluf bunnies
Because I've got angst down, I'm pretty sure I've got a good grasp on smut, though I'm still working on humor.
But fluff, and WAFF?
Those two escape me.
This also gives me the weekend to finish up Twin Ties and poke it to my liking (maybe some major pokings as I realized I made a bit of a mistake with Prowl *wince*).
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It burned like acid.
Bluestreak shoved away from Hound, looking around in alarm, all the warmth and excitement vanishing in nearly blind panic. He expected to see a sniper hiding somewhere. Instead he saw the steady fall of white substance. It landed on his armor plating, burning where it stuck.
No, it didn't burn, it froze.
"Is it raining?"
Hound looked up at the cloudy sky. "You were damaged last time it happened." He grinned, eager to show his lover this earthen precipitation.
Bluestreak stared at his hands, catching the tiny crystals on his fingers. His optics zoomed in to a magnification that allowed him to see the individual form of the ice crystals.
Hound spread his arms, lifting his head back. "It's called snow."
"It's ice," Bluestreak countered. "Wow, I never knew that it rained ice before. Well, I mean, I know about sleet, but sleet's nothing like this. These are like tiny sculptures."
Hound grinned at Bluestreak. “Humans like to catch it on their glossa.” He put action to words, holding his mouth open and sticking his glossa out.
Bluestreak grinned, emulating the scout by holding his glossa out. The little ice crystals stung where they stuck, leaving traces of water when they melted. “Snow? The humans have such odd names for things. It's just ice. I'm sure Wheeljack could explain it so much better than I can, but even thinking about hearing the equations he'd say makes my head hurt.”
Hound wiggled his fingers, putting an arm around Bluestreak's shoulders. He leaned closer to wipe the snow off Bluestreak's optics. He didn't say anything, he didn't have to.
“I can see their shape, even on my optics. None of them are the same.”
“No,” Hound smiled as he stepped away, the scent of Bluestreak lingering pleasantly on his fingers, “in a million of them, none of them are the same. They're called snowflakes by themselves,” he knew Bluestreak liked any odd little bit of information.
Bluestreak smiled at Hound, closing his chilled mouth. He moved closer to Hound, leaning his shoulder against the jeep's.
Together the two sat there and watched the snow fall on the trees; covering the world in white.
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Want more bunnies? *waves 'Bunnies R Us' ad*
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Bunnies are open until I close comments (if I can). It might just take me a while to get to some of them. Since drabbling doesn't seem to be possible for me.
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Sideswipe gets to meet the family?
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Smokescreen liked being fashionably late. It let him quietly walk up, observing the three bots laughing at his intended table. The red one sloshed his mid-grade, wrapped up in the grandiose gestures that accompanied his tale. He looked familiar, but Smokescreen saved that consideration for the moment, moving his observations to the other mech at the table. His golden plating shone with a recent waxing and he lounged in his chair, watching the other mech with keen interest. He had the air of assurance that he could have any mech or femme, assurance that had him glancing at the third member of their table with the confidence that came of knowing another intimately. It sent cold shivers down Smokescreen's wing panels.
He didn’t like anyone looking at his sister like that.
She seemed oblivious to the golden mech’s interest, but when she looked at him, she too had the look of one who knew the other far too well for mere friends.
That couldn’t be Sideswipe. No. the red one looked more like a Sideswipe. Indeed Prowl flirted shamelessly with him despite the glances she gave the other. Smokescreen couldn’t puzzle out his presence.
The golden mech’s optics suddenly locked onto him, and Smokescreen decided that it would be a prudent time to step forward and introduce himself.
Prowl followed the mech’s gaze and her optics lit up. “Smokescreen!”
She stood, and dashed forward, her feet klanking rhythmically as she rushed into his arms. The two mechs watched them, jealous protectiveness vivid on their faces.
He squeezed her gently, hugging the femme he hadn’t seen for over a vorn. “It’s good to see you, too, sis.”
She grinned up at him, dragging him forward with a tight grip around his wrist. “Sides, Sunny, this is my brother, Smokescreen.”
Confirming the name for the face, Smokescreen tried to dredge up why he looked so familiar.
The red mech stood up, movements ponderously slow, optics wide. “That’s your brother?”
Prowl paused in pushing Smokescreen into a chair. “Have you two met already?”
Smokescreen turned a puzzled frown on the mech. “I’m not really sure. He looks familiar….”
Sideswipe lifted his brow ridge. “Run a bet with a guy about who can get the most femmes and you only look familiar.”
Every system in Smokescreen's frame froze at that, but he didn't have a chance to form a response because Prowl turned to the red mech.
“You used to live in Altihex, Sides?” She looked between them, optics narrowed. “What bet?”
Smokescreen ran through his memories, pulling up the mech’s old comm. channel, and hoping he still had access to it. “Ix-nay on the et-bay.”
Sideswipe tilted his head at Springer, confusion knitting his brow ridge.“I thought you’d looked into my history already, Prowl. You didn’t notice that?”
Sunny rolled his head and reached out to whap the red mech across the back of his head. “That’s before you became legit, dolt. Of course you’re not going to be on the records.”
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Sunstreaker snorted out of his strange headvents, taking another drink out of his cube. “Idiot.”
Prowl continued to turn her head back and forth, looking at both mechs. “What bet?” she asked again, her doorwings twitching behind her shoulders.
Sideswipe laughed, setting his cube down. “Aw, you know how young mechs can be. It was just a small bet between me and your brother and couple of others. Think one of them was named Sp-“
Smokescreen blasted feedback over the comm., making Sideswipe stop mid-word and clutch at his audio horns.
Prowl turned to the mech, reaching for him in concern.
Smokescreen halted her with a hand on her elbow. “Why not let me take care of this, and you go grab your poor depleted brother some midgrade?”
She turned to him, her lips pinching down to a frown, her perceptive mind almost visibly working behind her optics. “What the frag did you do to him?”
He let go of her arm to raise his hands innocently. “Would I do anything?”
She pursed her lips and narrowed her optics at him. “You would if you’re trying to get rid of me.”
He let his optics widen in shock at the accusation, but knew he hadn’t fooled his sister at all.
Still she huffed and stalked away, doorwings riding high on her shoulders.
“Ow. What the frag? Ow!” Sideswipe peered up at Smokescreen from where he still hunched over, holding his audio horns.
Smokescreen straightened in his seat, doorwings held stiffly out to the sides. “She does not need to know about anyone’s involvement in that bet, least of all Springer’s.” He leaned forward, doorwings tilting back to catch his balance. “Maybe you’ll recall the extra wager I made with Springer?”
Sunstreaker leaned back, and Smokescreen knew that he at least understood well enough to keep silent about it. Sideswipe on the other hand…
“Aww, frag! The was her?”
Smokescreen nodded once, lips pressed together in a thin line.
Sunstreaker sighed again from his vents. “She hasn’t mentioned any other sisters it could have been. Not in my receiving range, at least. Dolt.”
Sideswipe sat back in his chair, mouth hanging open at Smokescreen. “Slag. Oh, slag. You’re right, we can’t say anything about that.”
“She’s coming back,” Sunstreaker murmured, draping his arm indolently over the back of his chair.
Smokescreen straightened, composing himself once more. He could see Sideswipe working out a story to tell the femme. They couldn’t let her know about that bet.
The pit knows no fury like a femme scorned.
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Smokey, Sides, start running. Don't ask, don't talk, just start running. Because she's too smart for either of you and no matter what excuses you come up with, she's going to find out and she will be MAD. XDDD
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